*Turned out*

I sent a straight woman to a lesbian for an ambush massage, as I viewed from behind the tinted glass,...

A few years ago, while shopping for groceries, I was approached by an employee named Laura. After a brief conversation, she handed me her business card and offered to give me a free massage. Being bisexual, I couldn't refuse the opportunity. Long story short, it was much more than just a massage.

The salon that does my hair is staffed by beautiful women who are rather conservative by design. I've always had a crush on Sasha who is married and straight. She's an exquisite blonde worthy of a centerfold with magnetic eyes.

Overhearing the salon chatter one afternoon, she proclaimed her commitment to the heterosexual lifestyle and cringed at the thought of lesbianism. "It's just not my style," she said. I chose not to pursue her years ago, yet I was aching to see her fall off her pedestal that she proudly stood atop. I gave it some thought.

I called Laura to see if she was up to the challenge. I sent her a detailed email along with a picture of her. To say the least, Laura was more than eager. Laura sent me an email a few days later, "if she decides to visit me, would you like to watch?" I trembled by the thought of that, "absolutely," I replied.

Although unnecessary, I made an appointment at the salon to get a manicure. I remained calm throughout the session, yet my body tingled at the thought of seeing Sasha naked. As she strolled around the salon I gazed at her like a cougar, preparing to strike. I began bragging about a free massage I had recently. I continued until I garnered Sashas attention. "It was free?" she asked. I reached into my purse and handed her Lauras business card, "if you hurry, it might still be free," I said so sincerely. She casually slipped it into her pocket and returned to her client in the chair.

I practically skipped to my car when I left. I emailed Laura immediately, "I gave her your card," I wrote. It was all I could think about. Days turned into weeks, and still no word. I called Laura every three days hoping for good news, yet nothing. Just when I was about to give up, I received a call from Laura, "she made an appointment for Saturday evening @ 8pm," she said so happily. I was trembling with anticipation.

I got there thirty minutes before Sasha was due to arrive and parked across the street as instructed. I was beyond excited. Inside the massage room, she installed a dark tinted window surrounded by some plants, "you can sit right here," she said, "as long as you're quiet," she added. I was amazed by how innocent the window appeared, and it didn't raise suspicion. You're not the first person to watch," she said. It aroused me knowing others were doing the same. "I won't make a sound," I said with a devilish smile upon my face. "I can't wait to see her body," I confessed. "Man, I hope you can turn her out," I said so wishfully. "I'll do my best," she replied with a twinkle in her eye.

By 7:45, I was quietly seated behind that glass, my pulse was off the charts. I had a perfect view of the side of the massage table, just ten feet away. "Don't make a sound," Laura said, then she left the room.

I was overwhelmed by the moment. I shivered when I heard voices just outside the door, "would you like a cold bottle of water?" I heard Laura ask, as I saw Sasha enter the room. "Yes, please," Sasha replied as she surveyed the room. I quivered when she looked my way, yet she didn't detect the tinted window. I giggled watching her stand so rigid as she waited for Laura to return. "I'll give you a few minutes to get comfortable," she said, then Laura left the room.

I leaned forward and pressed my nose against the glass as Sasha began to remove her clothes. "Here we go," I said to myself as she slid off her heels. Button by button, she removed her blouse and hung it on a hook nearby. "Look at this woman," I whispered. Her tan bra was holding a beautiful pair of tits indeed. I wet my lips in response. Watching her unzip her skirt gave me goosebumps. When it landed on the floor I almost gasped out loud. Her legs were divine, perfectly toned, so beautifully tanned by the sun. I caught myself biting my bottom lip as she continued to strip. "Oh,... please take off your panties," I said to myself, yet she climbed onto the table and covered herself with the sheet provided. I took a deep breath.

I gazed at her ass. It curved so elegantly as she laid under that sheet. "Oh, I hope I get to see her ass," I said. My heart was racing as I sat quietly waiting for Laura to return. I heard a soft knock on the door, then Laura entered the room, "is it warm enough in here?" she asked. "I'm fine," Sasha replied. "Yes you are," I said to myself as my hands trembled. "How are you feeling today?" Laura asked. "I'm just tired, it's been a long week," she replied. "I understand," Laura said, as she prepared the oils. I smiled as Laura looked at the window I was hiding behind and gave me a wink. I was so hopeful this would work, so hopeful.

My desire for a piece of Sasha was undeniable. I saw Laura lower the sheet around Sashas shoulders, "here we go," I said to myself. "Let the music relax your mind and body," Laura said so hypnotically. She gathered Sashas hair and rested it to the side, "relax," she said softly as she began massaging her shoulders. "May I unsnap your bra?" Laura asked. A few seconds of silence ensued, "I suppose we have to," Sasha hesitantly replied.

"How did you hear about my service?" Laura asked. I gulped hard. "One of our clients gave me your card," she replied. "That's nice," Laura replied, "I'll take good care of you," she added. A few minutes of silence ensued as I gazed from behind the glass. Seconds later, that sheet was lowered, now gathered around Sashas waist. "Feels so good," Sasha said softly. "Yessss, just relax," Laura replied as she massaged her back. I ever so quietly, took a sip of water yet swallowed so hard.

She massaged Sashas back for about ten minutes. Laura looked directly at me as she slowly lowered the sheet. "Look at that ass," I said softly yet her panties were ruining the view. I stared as Laura lowered the sheet, now gathered at Sashas feet. I could feel my pussy juicing so fast as I gazed at Sashas body. "I'm gonna work on your legs," Laura said softly. I was so envious, yet so mesmerized by this candid opportunity. Just watching Laura massage Sashas legs drove me insane with jealousy. The oils cast a shine that stole my attention fast.

I anticipated a response from Sasha when Lauras hand slid so close to her pussy, and I was right. "Whoa, careful," I heard. It wasn't what I wanted to hear yet there was plenty of time to break her. I was drooling. Once Laura completed her legs, I was ready to see some booty. Laura traced her fingertips all over her as a way to further relax Sasha, I love it too.

"May I remove these, so they don't get covered in oils?" she asked as she tugged on the waistband of Sashas panties. "Oh god yes!" I whispered. "Are you serious?" Sasha replied nervously. "I just don't want to see them get ruined," she replied. Sasha froze in place, her arms stretched to the side, "serious?.....well,........ okay," she replied, as she rested her arms by her side. My heart took off. Thank God Laura moved around to the other side of the table, before removing them. Laura peeled her panties down, and a beautiful sight it was! Her cheeks were so full and perfectly shaped. I licked my lips as I stared with a lustful expression, "Look at that ass!" I said as I slid my hand between my thighs.

Sasha grew concerned as that oil began dropping on her cheeks. "Uuum,,,..." Sasha began to say. "Relaxxxxx," Laura whispered. Watching Laura massage her ass was divine. I knew Sasha was nervous which made it even more exciting to witness. There's no way Sasha didn't have a sexual thought as her ass was being groped so lovingly. Her cheeks were so firm, so delicious, I was aching to feel them too. I began focusing my attention on Sashas reaction, yet I didn't perceive any arousal whatsoever. I became a voyeur that afternoon, truly.

Thirty minutes into the massage, it was now time to roll over. I was aching to see some more. Sasha lumbered slowly as she turned on her back. She was so careful not to show her breasts during the role as she wrapped her arms around them. A flashing glimpse of her pussy appeared during the shift. I tingled seeing it. "Fuckkkk, she's hot," I whispered. My fingers discovered something wet and warm. "I'm soaking," I said to myself.

I watched as Sasha nestled her body down, now on her back. Her bra seemed to glow in the dimly lit room. I gazed at the small muff of hair between her thighs. I was quivering behind that glass. As Laura massaged her neck, I was massaging something too.

Sashas head rolled so elegantly as she tossed it from side to side. I watched as Lauras hands began to travel further south. My silent breathing accelerated. "May I remove your bra?" Laura asked so cautiously. "Really?!?" Sasha replied. "We're both girls here," she replied so tenderly. A few tense seconds passed before Sasha spoke, "I'm,......I"m not,... I understand," Laura replied. "I just want to give a soothing massage," she replied gently. "That's it Laura, do your best," I said to myself. I was on the edge of my seat, "I suppose it's okay," Sasha replied in her sophisticated tone.

I stared as Sasha rose up slightly and peeled her bra off and handed it to Laura. "Ohhhh shit!" I said as I gazed at her tits. So firm, so round, so succulent, 36-C I'm guessing. "Damn this womans hot!!!" I whispered.

I gazed at Sashas face waiting to see her initial reaction when Laura began to massage them. Sasha immediately gripped the sides of the massage table with both hands. "Just relaxxxx," Laura whispered. By now, my fingers were exploring the abyss, and my nipples were hard as granite. I was so afraid I was going to blow my cover. "Look at Sashas face," I said to myself, "watch it closely."

I recognized the flare in Lauras touch as being flirtatious. Suddenly, Sashas mouth slowly opened. I was silently cheering Laura on from behind the glass. "That's it girlfriend," I whispered. I noticed a slight rise in Sashas breathing a few minutes later, her grip on the table remained. "How's that feel?" Laura asked. Sasha didn't respond.

A few seconds later, Sashas left leg twitched involuntarily. Laura was kneading her tits like a fresh batch of dough. Even a straight woman couldn't deny its effect on your psyche. Suddenly, Sasha released her grip from the table and rested her hands by her sides, then I heard a distant sigh. "That was Sasha!" I said to myself, it was SASHA who sighed!

"That's it Laura," I silently cheered "please don't stop." Sasha clenched her right hand, yet she fought the urge to enjoy herself. Sashas breathing began to rise as Lauras hands slid further down. She didn't utter a sound when Laura pulled her leg to the side. Laura looked at that tinted window with a hopeful smile as she began to massage Sashas inner thigh. To avoid being detected, I covered my mouth with the palm of my hand.

I watched Sashas expression as Laura slid her hand even higher up her thigh. For a woman who claimed to be totally straight, that wall she built was eroding before my eyes. Laura continued to climb that thigh, groping and squeezing along the way. "Fuckkkk," Sasha quietly whispered as she clenched her fingers on her outer thigh. "She's losing control," I whispered so hastily. As Laura continued to grope her inner thigh she reached up and began pinching Sashas nipples, "Let yourself go," Laura whispered so softly. Sasha was at the crossroads indeed. She did her best to resist Lauras touch, yet she was losing ground.

Her breathing was now audible as she fought the urge to resist temptation. "Ahhh god," Sasha yelped as her grip on the table returned. Lauras tempo didn't waver, "Oh,...okay, okay," Sasha said as Laura grazed her pussy. Sashas body was aching for more, yet her firm beliefs still stood in the way. Lauras hand returned for another pass, "oh come on," I heard Sasha whisper, as she fought with her morals.

I gazed at her wedding ring as she began to fall apart before me. When Laura cupped Sashas pussy, Sasha jumped, yet she didn't retreat. Sasha whimpered softly then I saw what I was looking for. Sasha actually rested her other leg to the side in an act of surrender! Inch by inch, her body began to twist in response as Laura began to massage her pussy. "Ohhhhhhhh god," Sasha cried out. That was the moment I completely lost it. My ability to remain silent was diminishing.

I watched as Sasha slightly arched her back, then collapsed back down on the table. "Don't stop Laura," I squealed silently. "What the hell!" Sasha cried out, then she covered her face with a towel. Watching this straight woman lose ground was fascinating to witness. Proper versus improper were battling for supremacy. "Just go with it," Laura whispered as she now began to finger Sashas pussy. I witnessed the shift! That moment when desire outweighs everything one represents in favor of fulfillment, when surrendering becomes the only option.

Her body began to twist, her moans became louder. As Laura continued to challenge her beliefs, Sashas will to resist was gone. "Ohhhhh fuck!" Sasha cried out, as she opened her legs wide and gripped the table with both of her hands. "Let yourself go," Laura whispered as she started jamming Sasha with her fingers. "Fuck!" Sasha cried out as her body squirmed without permission. I was watching a woman get 'turned out.'

Now, instead of fighting the current, she swam downstream. Her legs grew wide, her cries of panic became passionate sighs. "Feels good, doesn't it," Laura whispered so victoriously. "Damn you!" Sasha yelped as she began to rock her hips. I watched as Laura leaned over and started sucking her breasts. Sasha quickly looked away, yet she didn't tell her to stop. Lauras hunger stirred Sasha immensely. She lifted the towel to take a peek.

Her expression was fabulous, completely shocked,...forever changed. Lauras pace surged, fingering Sasha madly. My role as a voyeur became torturous. The desire to reveal my presence was growing. I was more than willing to sacrifice my salon membership for a taste of Sasha.

I slowly rose from my chair and stepped around the barricade, no longer behind that glass. Laura smiled, "who gave you that business card?" she asked Sasha. "Her name is Carrie," she replied as she gasped in response to Lauras touch. "She wants you," Laura said softly. Sasha didn't flinch as she continued twisting her hips so lustfully. "What?" Sasha asked. "Carrie wants you," Laura repeated. "Oh fuck," Sasha cried out, when she saw me standing nearby. "Oh my god," Sasha said as I took a few steps closer. "What's going on here???" she asked so desperately. "Something beautiful," I whispered in return as I stood beside the table, watching. "You're gorgeous," I said as I placed my hand on Sashas elevated knee. "I want you Sasha," I said so seductively. "Oh fuck!" Sasha squealed as Laura began sucking her tits. Sasha was cornered, she couldn't leave if she wanted to.

I trailed my hand down her leg then I stood at the foot of the table. I gazed at Sashas soaking pussy. I removed my blouse and dropped it on the floor. Sashas eyes were wide, "I'm gonna eat you," I said so firmly. Sashas eyes grew wide, "you heard me," I added as I yanked her to the edge of the table. "What the fuck," she said as she covered her face with that towel. I was surprised to hear such language from "Miss Sophisticated."

She gasped loudly when she felt my breath warming her pussy. "Oh my god, what is happening?!?!?" she whispered so frantically. I pressed my tongue firmly against her pussy, then I gave it a singular lick. "Oh fuck!" she cried out. Then, I hit her with a volley of tongue no woman could resist, straight or not. "Ohhhhh shit," she said as I engulfed her entire pussy in my mouth. She froze, she failed to breathe as I ravished her soaking treat.

I ate Sasha like a slice of watermelon, while it dripped down the sides of my mouth. Out of the blue, I heard the roar of a straight woman consumed by emotions. She squeezed my arm so tight as I sucked on her juicy pussy. She tasted divine, top shelf I might add. "Ohhhh myyyy godddd," she uttered, her fight was over.

She spread her legs so wide. Laura dropped her breasts in Sashas face, "suck these titties," I heard from above. I watched Lauras shoulders dip from side to side, feeding Sasha something new. Sasha began basting my face with orgasms, one after the other, while Laura was breast-feeding her. Laura and I traded places, several times. Sasha was stunned watching us switch positions. "We're gonna treat you right," I heard Laura whisper to Sasha. Sasha just laid there and took it.

I attempted to kiss her later in the session, yet she turned away. My third attempt was successful. She tried to give me a friendly smooch, until I drove my tongue in her mouth. She resisted. My next attempt was a home run. She knew we weren't going to allow her to retreat so easily. I licked every inch of that womans body, everywhere. She gasped the entire time I rimmed her. I buried my face between her amazing cheeks alright, I didn't even breathe.

We serviced her body for over an hour, yet she didn't reciprocate, I wasn't surprised. Sasha was on her maiden voyage, her will to participate, was not in the cards. "No one will ever know," I whispered in her ear.

We eventually left her breathless on the table, ravished, torn from her steadfast beliefs. Sasha certainly wasn't the first straight woman to indulge in something she didn't acknowledge.
Massage tables have harbored secrets from many wives, and husbands alike who discovered something they couldn't refuse.

I returned to the salon a few weeks later, as if nothing happened, nothing at all. Sashas secret was hers alone, yet her distant smirk tingled my soul. We opened her eyes to a brand-new world, where gender restrictions do not exist.

Watching Sasha get turned-out was fabulous, a glorious achievement indeed. As for Laura, she was well rewarded for making my wish come true. Mission complete. /Carrie