Sex Stories

In a veil of white mist, at the temple of Vestal, two of the virgins bathed me. Pretty, sweet things adorned in wraps of loose white linen. The one, with dark hair, seriously seductive, while the other with hair flowing long and blond was playful and sweet - neither uttered a sound from the moment we met. Both were long-limbed with small clever hands, silently and sensuously easing a stress and tension from my body that, until now, I hadn't realised I possessed.

Closing my eyes, I lost myself to the heat of the water and wickedly sensual sensations as their hands caressed me beneath the surface. Their lips finding mine as well as each other's - we three lost to these precious moments as steam rose around us. The only sound was the play of water and the soft sounds of my contentment.

Dozens of candles spread their golden light about the room forcing back the shadows to dance at the edges of perception across a ceiling and walls of marble painted with frescoes of women bathing, hunting and making love. The enchanted light spilt in glistening patterns upon the bare, tanned flesh of my body as they finally encouraged me to rise from the water and step naked upon a raised dais.

Pouring warm oil into cupped hands, they began to softly massage and caress my wet skin. I sighed, bringing my head back in delight as new and incredible sensations enveloped me. The girl at my feet, the blond and surely no more than eighteen summers, encouraged me to spread my legs apart a little further and gently massaged oil from hips down to toes, hesitating at my inner thighs, brushing, as if by accident, against the naked, puffy lips of my vagina. Taking a razor, she carefully removed the small amount of pubic hair upon my mound of Venus.

I gazed down and watched her, mesmerised as she moved forward and softly kissed my now completely naked sex sending shivers sparking through me.

Hearing me gasp, she glanced up and smiled.

The darker girl, taller than me by a hands span, moved behind me, slipping her arms beneath mine, around my chest, hands cupping and moulding my breasts, smoothing more oil into willing flesh, tormenting already erect nipples into greater heights of arousal. As well as a delightful tease, her arms offered support lest I swoon. I glanced down once more as long red-lacquered nails teased out each nipple, pinching them hard, the pain all too exquisite, before allowing them to spring back to pucker and harden further, glistening with oil in the warm candlelight.

Once oiled to their satisfaction, I was gently towelled and then drawn towards a chair where they attended to my nails, hair and make-up.

'Thank you,' I murmured. The sound of my voice an intrusion to their ministrations, yet I wanted to thank them so much. 'You are both so ... wonderful.' I closed my eyes, knowing they would not reply, and allowed them to continue pampering me.