Surrogates

‘Goodness, you’re tense,’ Ellen said caressing Bell’s shoulder and offering her a concerned smile. ‘I wouldn’t have thought it possible after I gave you such a thorough going over yesterday.’

Such a thorough going over, indeed, Bel thought.

‘Bel, darling, is everything all right?’ she asked again.

Bel nodded dumbly and, for an uncomfortable second her chin quivered, and she thought she might cry.

Ellen lifted Bel’s chin and held her in a knowing gaze. ‘Don’t worry, sweetie. I’ll take care of it. I’ll make you feel better.’ She nodded to the table, and offered a smile that was a whole lot more than just sympathetic.

Shaking like she’d come apart, Bel brazenly opened her sash and let the robe puddle on the floor around her feet, her gaze locked on Ellen’s lovely hazel eyes.

‘If you’re this tight all over, darling, perhaps we need to try a different approach today. Lie down on your back for me, if you would.’

Feeling every bit as naked as she was, Bel did as she was told.

Ellen slipped out of the white uniform jacket she wore, revealing the spaghetti-strapped pink vest that beautifully displayed her workout-sculpted arms and her usual lack of a bra. Then she did something that, in all the time Bel had been coming to her, she had never done before. She locked the door. Her fingers lingered on the lock for a second, then she turned and walked to the table. ‘Bel, you’re not actually here for a massage, are you?’

Before Bel could make up some lame excuse, Ellen lifted her vest over her head in one smooth, nearly elegant move that took Bel’s breath away. Actually, it was the sight of Ellen’s exquisite breasts, nipples pressing hard at the forefront, that took Bel’s breath away, made her for a split second unable to focus on what Ellen was saying. Something about it being OK.

‘I’ve wanted you for a long time, Bel,’ she was saying. ‘And I thought you wanted me too, but I wasn’t sure until I threw caution to the wind yesterday.’ She cupped her breasts and stroked her nipples. Bel’s nipples tensed in empathy, a response Ellen didn’t miss.

‘There are other ways I can make you feel good, Bel.’ She slid her yoga trousers and thong down over her thighs and stepped out of them. ‘There are ways that are even better than massage.’ She stood so close to the table that Bel could have reached out and touched her tightly trimmed pubic curls. It was all she could do to lie still on the table under the woman’s hungry gaze.

‘You need some relief, don’t you, darling? I can tell by the way you hold the tension in your body, all of it right down here.’ She laid a warm hand on Bell’s abdomen just millimetres above her pubis then pressed softly. Bel couldn’t help it; she shifted her hips to raise her mound closer, and Ellen smiled knowingly. ‘Oh, sweetheart, you’re so needy. We women tend to hold so much energy down here, down where our creative centre is.’ She slid a hand down to cup the smooth flesh of Bel’s mound and Bel nearly came off the table.

‘Ssh! Ssh. There, there, darling. I know what you need. Just let me make you feel better.’ For what seemed like a maddening eternity, Ellen pressed and stroked and massaged all the area below Bel’s navel. And Bel, well, she didn’t handle the situation with as much dignity and aplomb as she would have liked. She couldn’t seem to control the little whimpers and gasps that gathered deep in her chest right below her breasts then rose in little waves of longing up through her throat, while her hips tightened and shifted against the heel of Ellen’s palm, still just above her pubic bone.

‘There, there, darling,’ Ellen crooned. ‘Just relax and let it happen. It’s all right if you touch your breasts if you need to. It’s all right. That’s it, sweetheart, cup them, stroke your lovely nipples. Ah, such exquisite breasts, and so responsive, aren’t they? I bet your husband likes to fuck them, doesn’t he?’

Bel groaned and nodded dumbly.

‘If I had a cock, that’s what I’d want to do, while your little pink tongue darted in and out over the head of my penis every time I thrust.’

Even in her fevered state, Bel noticed Ellen’s left hand had migrated down between her own legs. Bel couldn’t see what she was doing, but the tight rhythmic knotting and shifting of the muscles in her forearm and the quiver and dance of her breasts told her everything she needed to know.

‘Of course if I had a cock, there are other places I’d want to put it first before I fucked your lovely breasts.’ With that the hand that had been massaging her abdomen moved down over Bel’s mound and the slender middle finger gave her clit a tweak that nearly sent Bel into orbit.

‘Open your legs for me, sweetheart,’ Ellen whispered. ‘That’s it, darling. Let me massage you where you really need it, where you’ve needed it for ages.’

Bel opened her legs and shifted ever so slightly towards Ellen to give her better access. With her thumb working Bel’s clit to a raw nub of heat, the woman slipped her middle and index finger down between Bell’s labia and gasped. ‘My goodness, Isabel, is all of this creamy slippery lushness for me?’

Bell whimpered and nodded and shifted closer to the delicious fingers.

Ellen offered a throaty chuckle, then gave an inward and upward thrust and a hard rub right against Bel’s G-spot, and Bel drenched the table in a flood of heat that would have embarrassed her if she’d been in bed with Dan. But Ellen shoved her legs wide apart and pushed her face in so close that Bel could feel her breath coming fast and hard against her pout. ‘Oh my God, Bel, you’re exquisite,’ she whispered. ‘I’ve never seen another woman really wet herself with her girly juices. Please, let me look. I need to see you.’ And as she spoke, she applied more pressure to Bel’s G-spot and Bel gushed again and nearly came off the table with an orgasm that had her writhing and twisting, thighs clasping involuntarily around Ellen’s face.

Ellen made no effort to push Bel’s legs open; instead she settled there in the vice-grip of Bel’s thighs, sniffing and inhaling. Her hands had moved to knead and release, knead and release Bel’s arse cheeks. ‘Mmmm, you smell heavenly, darling. I smell you every time I massage you. Afterwards I always have to leave time between you and the next client so I can take care of my own pussy, and I always come thinking about tasting your juicy fanny that smells so delicious.’ She nipped the inside of Bel’s thigh. Bel opened her legs with a little gasp, and Ellen cupped her buttocks and pulled her right up close to her mouth. And the mouth that had kissed Bel’s lips so deliciously yesterday now kissed and licked her girly lips equally deliciously.

Bel curled her fingers in Ellen’s soft copper hair and bore down until she was amazed that the woman could even breathe. And that wonderful tongue felt like it had somehow licked and stroked and danced right up inside her, while her mouth tugged and suckled at Bel’s labia and her clit with little nips that made her wet herself anew from the sheer pleasure of it. Surely there would have been a lake beneath her undulating bottom had not Ellen’s greedy mouth lapped and sucked and slurped her wetness like she was some piece of juicy, ripe fruit, split in two, dripping and swollen and begging to be eaten.

It was a good thing the table was sturdy because the orgasms had graduated from tremors to convulsions and, in what might have been an effort to keep her client safely on the table, Ellen crawled her way up Bel’s body, kissing and nipping as she went, until she was well and truly on top of her, breast to breast, pubis to pubis and mouth to mouth.

‘Taste how yummy you are,’ Ellen breathed, coming up from a deep tongue kiss. ‘I’ve never tasted anything so sumptuous.’

Bel had tasted herself before, but only tentatively on the tips of her fingers after masturbating, nothing like the wet, fecund taste of her on another woman’s face, on another woman’s mouth.

‘And now, let’s come together,’ Ellen sighed. She shifted until her thigh was in between Bel’s legs, pressing up tight against her client’s sopping pussy, then she wriggled and manoeuvred until Bel’s thigh was equally pressed between her legs, up tight against the heat of her, the split of her, the unbelievably soft wet of her. Then she began to undulate and writhe. Bel mirrored her motions, shifting her hips, pressing her thigh, tightening her legs against the leg that rubbed her cunt, as Ellen did the same. Undulation became hard shifting. Hard shifting gave way to flat-out thrusting and pumping accompanied by animal grunts and growls, and the table shook beneath them. Muscles tensed and stretched tight. All breathing stopped, and the room was sucked dry of everything but raw, super-heated need. And when Bel was sure she would die in the agony of pleasure, in the bruising vice-grip of Ellen’s thighs, everything shattered and broke apart in a kaleidoscope of colours. Heatwaves and shudders rose up from the centre of both women in the explosion of their release. Each smothered the other in wet kisses and humid giggles before falling limp and breathless in a tangle of arms and legs.

Chapter Five

Simon’s last appointment had cancelled, so he was at Dan’s almost two hours earlier than they were scheduled to meet. But it was all right. Dan had given him the gate code and told him to feel free to wander about and get to know the place. He wanted a proper Renaissance garden, and it was going to be a big one. Typical of Dan Alexander. He never did things by halves. He hadn’t when he and Simon had been at uni together, and apparently he still didn’t. Simon didn’t mind, though. Getting to know this space would be a pleasure. It was a good thing, because he’d be spending a lot of time in it for a while.

It was a lovely space, very hilly and scrubby in places, with lots of havens for birds and wildlife, which he intended not only to leave but to enhance. It was a challenge he was looking forward to. In his mind, he could already see where the topiary maze would be and where he would place the big fountain, the centrepiece of the garden. It was like seeing a landscape appearing through the rising mist. It was always like that when he had the opportunity to create an outdoor space that was both beautiful and useful.