"Saying things like that will give them complexes, later in life. 'Mommy Meegan wanted your eyes to be green, but haha! you're stuck with gray'. Or brown, blue, or whatever they may end up with. But between the two of us... They could get lucky, right?"
Rachyl sighed at Meegan's soft kiss, the twang of wine barely noticable on her lips. Remembering that she, too, had had a drink poured for her she looked around and, spotting it, sipped gently at the bubbly cider. She watched Meegan's bottom as her lover moved through the suite to the hidden office. The thought of the spa gave Rachyl a relaxing pulse when the idea of dinner made her belly speak up. "Feed me!" it grumbled. "Light dinner, huh. Grab me one of those granola bars out of my purse, would you?"
She sipped again at her cider and caught the granola bar out of the air. "You should have one too, you ate even less at lunch than I did. And I'd rather spend the night with you romanticly, not holding-hair-over-the-toiletly."
She wandered around the suite as she nibbled at the peanut and chocolate chip granola bar. "I have this powerful urge to dress up. Do we have anything dressy uppy planned? I noticed you brought our dresses. I wonder if Nachton has a Ren Faire. Wouldn't that be fun? I haven't been to one in years." Rachyl knew she was rambling, but didn't care. She shared just about everything with Meegan; she didn't feel a reason not to. She even shared her goofy ideas.
Getting out of the office.
Meegan growled her frustration and violently threw another piece of sketch paper at the overflowing trash can. She needed three more designs for her fall '07 line. The great thing about being in Gothic fashion was that she didn't have to keep up with trends. She could do what she wanted to and the more deviant it was from the trends the better it sold. She had been working furiously to have the next four lines done before Christmas, but damned if she could make her brain come up with more than blue silk corsets. It had been four days since she started this particular designing bender. She'd seen Rachyl all of three hours in that time and she'd slept maybe six.
"My brain is fried."
She growled at the charcoal in her hand and in a rare show of anger threw it across the room. it shattered against the glass wall next to the door and made her jump. Sighing she rose from the art table and walked over to the black pile on the floor. "Damn."
She hated making messes. She pulled up her skirt a little, crouched and picked up the bigger pieces. The cleaning crew could get the rest. She dumped it in the trash and her eyes stuck on the large pile of crumpled paper. Anger, and frustration boiled up in her chest. She just couldn't do it anymore.
Stalking to her office door she shouted for her intern, Jill. She didn't shout often, ok almost never, so Jill came running. She'd stopped asking for Rachyl, she didn't want to do anything to put stress on her, or upset her, until after the dangerous 12th week had passed. Then she could start shouting at her again. The thought made her chuckle a little and her anger had dissipated, by the time Jill was sitting in the guest chair pencil poised over a yellow legal pad.
"Jill, I want you to call the Piazza and reserve a room for three nights and four days, for two. Order whatever the super deluxe package thing is massage, facials, food, all of that stuff. Every service the offer, I want. Tell the staff that they are to look to their department heads for anything over the next four days. I am putting...Raven in charge. She's the head of advertising. She can hold down the fort for a few days. I'll call her.
If there is a problem she can't handle and no one else can think of a solution, then I can be contacted. Otherwise I do not want to be disturbed. Ok that's it. Call me on my cell when the reservations are ready. You guys have a great weekend and I'll see you Monday."
Jill smiled at Meegan and darted from the room. 'That girl is going to have to grow a set if she wants to make it in this industry. Not everyone is as nice as I am.'
Shaking her head, Meegan stepped into Rachyl's office and watched the top of the red head bent over a stack of papers.
"How does four days of total laziness and pampering sound to you?"
Rachyl
17 years ago
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan wrinkled her nose at Rachyl's suggestion she eat oe of the bars. She hated those things, especially the brad Rachyl had taken to. To appease Rachyl and her rumbly tummy, she grabbed a bunch of grapes and a few cubes of cheese from the tray in the fridge. She popped the cheese in her mouth and chewed thoughtfully as Rachyl asked her question.
"I didn't know what Jill had planned, but I didn't want to miss out on something because I'd forgotten nice things. I almost brought church clothes too, but decided I'm just not in the mood for God this week."
She washed her cheese down with a sip of wine and then popped a grape into her mouth. She moved from the kitchen into the bedroom where Rachyl was touching all of the little knick nacks on the dresser and tables. Chuckling softly she put the bags on the bed and began to unpack.
"Shit, I forgot our swim suits. Care to see what exorbitantly priced ones they have in the gift shop?"
"I didn't know what Jill had planned, but I didn't want to miss out on something because I'd forgotten nice things. I almost brought church clothes too, but decided I'm just not in the mood for God this week."
She washed her cheese down with a sip of wine and then popped a grape into her mouth. She moved from the kitchen into the bedroom where Rachyl was touching all of the little knick nacks on the dresser and tables. Chuckling softly she put the bags on the bed and began to unpack.
"Shit, I forgot our swim suits. Care to see what exorbitantly priced ones they have in the gift shop?"
Rachyl
17 years ago
Arching a sculpted eyebrow as Meegan bypassed her Ren Faire idea, she quipped with a wink, "No Ren Faire yet, got it."
Not that going to a Ren Faire would be a very good idea... In her experience after all, quite a few Faire attendees equated 'renaissance' with 'goth'. They'd have their pick of what to wear, but would Meegan be overly recognizable as a celebrity there? She pondered as Meegan continued on. Her mind's eye flashed to an imagined moment of herself standing next to Meegan, all fitted for Faire, with a stroller carrying two babies, dressed and sleeping. The uprush of motherly feeling made her want to comfort her lover again at the mention of church, but she restrained herself.
At the mention of the lack of swimsuits, Rachyl shrugged and turned to Meegan. "We could always pay off the other pool-goers and swim naked."
Not that going to a Ren Faire would be a very good idea... In her experience after all, quite a few Faire attendees equated 'renaissance' with 'goth'. They'd have their pick of what to wear, but would Meegan be overly recognizable as a celebrity there? She pondered as Meegan continued on. Her mind's eye flashed to an imagined moment of herself standing next to Meegan, all fitted for Faire, with a stroller carrying two babies, dressed and sleeping. The uprush of motherly feeling made her want to comfort her lover again at the mention of church, but she restrained herself.
At the mention of the lack of swimsuits, Rachyl shrugged and turned to Meegan. "We could always pay off the other pool-goers and swim naked."
Meegan
17 years ago
"It would be cheaper to buy the entire rack of suits at the shop." Meegan laughed, as she put their underthings in one of the drawers. It wasn't that she didn't want to go to a Renn fair because she was worried about celebrity or what to wear, she just didn't think she had any reason to go or that she would enjoy the play acting of it. She'd mull it over, and do some research, until then she would let the subject be. It was just easier that way.
She pulled the clothes from the hanging bag and put them in the closet, shaking the wrinkles out of the dresses as she hung them. After she put the travel case in the bathroom, she stood in the middle of the room, hands on hips, and spoke in her best imitation of a superhero. "I am...The Unpacker."
She dodged the pillow, the giggling Rachyl had tossed at her, before crossing the room and hauling the red-head to her feet. "C'mon preggers, let's go get swimsuits."
She shook her head at her own strangeness, 'Preggers? Where did that come from?' and led Rachyl to the door, stopping to grab their room key on the way.
She pulled the clothes from the hanging bag and put them in the closet, shaking the wrinkles out of the dresses as she hung them. After she put the travel case in the bathroom, she stood in the middle of the room, hands on hips, and spoke in her best imitation of a superhero. "I am...The Unpacker."
She dodged the pillow, the giggling Rachyl had tossed at her, before crossing the room and hauling the red-head to her feet. "C'mon preggers, let's go get swimsuits."
She shook her head at her own strangeness, 'Preggers? Where did that come from?' and led Rachyl to the door, stopping to grab their room key on the way.
Rachyl
17 years ago
Rachyl's eyes widened. "The entire -rack-? Well, considering how many we have at home, it'd be nice to have another mode of clothing come anywhere near approaching the quantity there..." The entirety of their closet was full of Gothic-Ah fashions and prototypes as well as little black dresses and jeans. One small corner was devoted to 'the unusual' which included Rachyl's business suits, long t-shirts, and their swim suits. "You know, it's about time that we go through the closet and sort out what we don't want, and either donate them or put them back into the Gee Aye surplus room."
Except the Egypt blue spider-webbed corset and skirt. Rachyl had a special attachment to that one.
She giggled as Meegan made like Peter Pan and provided in a bass line, "I am... The Unpacker." Grabbing the nearest pillow from the sofa Rachyl hurled it at her lover. When the blonde came over to her she held her hands up like a child and bumped herself against the taller woman playfully. Inwardly wincing at the dull pain shooting through her chest, she quirked a brow again at her life partner at her new descriptor. "Preggers, huh. Well, I guess you can call me that once in a while." She poked Meegan in the belly as they walked to the door. "But if you make it a regular thing I'm going to design myself a cow costume for Halloween, got it?"
Except the Egypt blue spider-webbed corset and skirt. Rachyl had a special attachment to that one.
She giggled as Meegan made like Peter Pan and provided in a bass line, "I am... The Unpacker." Grabbing the nearest pillow from the sofa Rachyl hurled it at her lover. When the blonde came over to her she held her hands up like a child and bumped herself against the taller woman playfully. Inwardly wincing at the dull pain shooting through her chest, she quirked a brow again at her life partner at her new descriptor. "Preggers, huh. Well, I guess you can call me that once in a while." She poked Meegan in the belly as they walked to the door. "But if you make it a regular thing I'm going to design myself a cow costume for Halloween, got it?"
Meegan
17 years ago
Cleaning out the closet would take several days and Meegan had absolutely no desire to even think about things like that. She rolled her eyes when Rachyl called Gothic-ah Gee Aye. She didn't like it, never had, but Rachyl insisted calling it that and so she rolled her eyes every time. It was just one of those things they had agreed to disagree on.
"Tell you what, you can do that, and I'll just watch from the bed over the top of a good book."
Meegan couldn't help but giggle when Rachyl's pokes tickled, and again at the image of her red-headed lover dressed up like a cow.
"Oh goody, that means I can be a farmer, I always wanted to wear a pair of overalls."
Meegan was still chuckling when the elevator dinged open for them. She hoped they would both be able to find something. Meegan never really had a difficult time with swim suits as she could wear just about anything and so long as she avoided certain reds, she was fine. She preferred black. She wasn't sure if she enjoyed the extreme contrast of the black and the paleness of her skin or if she preferred it because it was expected of her. Shrugging the thoughts away, she took Rachyl's hand as they entered the gift shop and made a b-line for the swim suits.
"Tell you what, you can do that, and I'll just watch from the bed over the top of a good book."
Meegan couldn't help but giggle when Rachyl's pokes tickled, and again at the image of her red-headed lover dressed up like a cow.
"Oh goody, that means I can be a farmer, I always wanted to wear a pair of overalls."
Meegan was still chuckling when the elevator dinged open for them. She hoped they would both be able to find something. Meegan never really had a difficult time with swim suits as she could wear just about anything and so long as she avoided certain reds, she was fine. She preferred black. She wasn't sure if she enjoyed the extreme contrast of the black and the paleness of her skin or if she preferred it because it was expected of her. Shrugging the thoughts away, she took Rachyl's hand as they entered the gift shop and made a b-line for the swim suits.
Rachyl
17 years ago
Rachyl snickered when she caught Meegan's eyeroll. She had half known Meegan wouldn't go for the 'clean the closet' idea, and she knew her initializing of the Gothic-Ah name annoyed the owner, lead designer, and proprietor of their company.
She giggled when she imagined Meegan dressed up in a t-shirt, heavy boots, hair up and tight, a stalk of wheat dangling from her lips. "I think you'd look cute in overalls. You're just not allowed to chew tobacco or anything like that. It would be interesting, for both of us, because it'd be completely out of character and totally whacky!"
Between the third and second floors, an idea popped into Rachyl's head. Smiling and giggling at Meegan's chuckle, she squeaked when her lover grabbed her hand and nearly pulled her off balance.
When they reached the suit racks, Rachyl bypassed the white and black, heading for the greens and blues. After picking a couple one-pieces and an attached bikini/halter set, she decided to put her idea into action. Moving over to her lover, she stood waiting for a moment as Meegan looked at the suits. After a moment, Rachyl leaned up on her tippytoes and whispered breathily in Meegan's ear. "It's a shame that this place doesn't carry any bathing suits by that Goth fashion place. What're they called? Oh, right, Gothic-Ahhhhhh." She put the best breathy, lusty sigh she could muster behind the 'ah' part of the name, then kissed that soft spot behind the designer's ear before disappearing around the corner towards the fitting rooms with a handful of bathing suits to check out.
She giggled when she imagined Meegan dressed up in a t-shirt, heavy boots, hair up and tight, a stalk of wheat dangling from her lips. "I think you'd look cute in overalls. You're just not allowed to chew tobacco or anything like that. It would be interesting, for both of us, because it'd be completely out of character and totally whacky!"
Between the third and second floors, an idea popped into Rachyl's head. Smiling and giggling at Meegan's chuckle, she squeaked when her lover grabbed her hand and nearly pulled her off balance.
When they reached the suit racks, Rachyl bypassed the white and black, heading for the greens and blues. After picking a couple one-pieces and an attached bikini/halter set, she decided to put her idea into action. Moving over to her lover, she stood waiting for a moment as Meegan looked at the suits. After a moment, Rachyl leaned up on her tippytoes and whispered breathily in Meegan's ear. "It's a shame that this place doesn't carry any bathing suits by that Goth fashion place. What're they called? Oh, right, Gothic-Ahhhhhh." She put the best breathy, lusty sigh she could muster behind the 'ah' part of the name, then kissed that soft spot behind the designer's ear before disappearing around the corner towards the fitting rooms with a handful of bathing suits to check out.
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan had stopped at the black suits and had picked up several bikinis and one neat looking one piece, when Rachyl whispered in her ear. Her entire body stilled when that husky voice carressed her ear. Rachyl's kiss sent her knees to shaking and she was left to stare after her lover, swimsuits crushed to her breast.
A few long blinks, even longer breaths and a shiver that shook her entire body, Meegan was able to move from the rack of suits toward the fitting rooms and Rachyl. She stepped into the room next to her lovers and hung the suits on the offered hook. She sat down on the little bench ad pulled off her boots. Her system was still shocked, as her jeans rubbed almost obsenely against the moist warmth of her panties, forcing her to stiffle a small moan.
She stood, and peeled the jeans from her body, trying to push the lust from her, and finding herself very unsucessful as the first bikini was put in place, black, barely covering with gold accents.
A few long blinks, even longer breaths and a shiver that shook her entire body, Meegan was able to move from the rack of suits toward the fitting rooms and Rachyl. She stepped into the room next to her lovers and hung the suits on the offered hook. She sat down on the little bench ad pulled off her boots. Her system was still shocked, as her jeans rubbed almost obsenely against the moist warmth of her panties, forcing her to stiffle a small moan.
She stood, and peeled the jeans from her body, trying to push the lust from her, and finding herself very unsucessful as the first bikini was put in place, black, barely covering with gold accents.
Rachyl
17 years ago
As Rachyl sorted through the five suits she'd chosen - gasping at a rather striking python-print monokini that she immediately set aside on the 'no' hanger - she smiled widely at the almost imperceptible moan she heard coming from Meegan's dressing room. She passsed over a shiny, sheer green one-piece and the dark green attached two-piece. The last set she twirled in the air before her looked - at first - like a bikini set but after removing it from its hanger she saw it was actually a 'tankini' - that is, a bikini top combined with a tank top, and matching bikini bottoms. Unbuckling her jeans and sliding out of her clothes, she pulled on the tankini set and spun to face the mirror. The deep navy - no, titanium, according to the tag - color contrasted her crimson hair strikingly.
Knocking softly on the wall between the dressing rooms, she spoke loudly enough to be heard. "Found mine."
Knocking softly on the wall between the dressing rooms, she spoke loudly enough to be heard. "Found mine."
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan didn't like the first on at all, as it barely covered her ether regions, and she was afraid the little bit of hair she did have would be shown, it was pornogrophy waiting to happen. She pulled it off and picked up the second suit and slipped it on. She was straightening the ties on the suit when Rachyl knocked on the wall. She jumped and gave a small involuntary squeak. She had been lost in thoughts of sex and swimsuits and was caught off guard.
"Good." She looked up into the mirror and was pleased with what she saw. It fit well and she liked the big white accents. "I think I have too. Give me a second to get dressed, and I'll meet you at the counter."
Meegan pulled the suit off her body and layed it on the bench beside her clothes. She didn't see the need in putting it back on the hanger. She adjusted the little scrap of lace that passed for her panties, causing them to rub against her now sensitive flesh. She sighed softly and picked up her bra, then quickly dressed. She needed out of this confined little room and a glass of wine.
"Good." She looked up into the mirror and was pleased with what she saw. It fit well and she liked the big white accents. "I think I have too. Give me a second to get dressed, and I'll meet you at the counter."
Meegan pulled the suit off her body and layed it on the bench beside her clothes. She didn't see the need in putting it back on the hanger. She adjusted the little scrap of lace that passed for her panties, causing them to rub against her now sensitive flesh. She sighed softly and picked up her bra, then quickly dressed. She needed out of this confined little room and a glass of wine.
Rachyl
17 years ago
Rachyl gave a snort at Meegan's squeak and when she asked for a second to get dressed, the redhead slowly started counting. Quickly changing, she found she'd dressed faster than her lover - still hearing the swish and zip of jeans - and opened her room's door to exit. She hung the suits she didn't choose on a rack marked 'place undesired items here' and headed to the register, her chosen piece lain over her arm.
Waiting for Meegan at the register she wondered if her goofy idea had had the desired effect... After all, she had heard the soft moan from her dressing room. Smiling sweetly at the girl behind the register, she pondered their night. Spa, dinner, swimming. Teasing at the spa might be a little rough, especially if they ended up in different areas or on different tables. But dinner had promise, as did swimming. "Depending on other pool goers, of course. Wouldn't want to give them too much of a show," she thought to herself.
She briefly pondered an article she'd read about mothers taking their young children to swimming lessons. Young children as in under two years old. It sounded like fun, especially if she could get Meegan to go with her... if they could even find such lessons in the area. Besides fun with children, it would be good exercise, too, and having twins... Rachyl mentally shook her head to clear the thought of how much weight she might gain during her pregnancy.
Waiting for Meegan at the register she wondered if her goofy idea had had the desired effect... After all, she had heard the soft moan from her dressing room. Smiling sweetly at the girl behind the register, she pondered their night. Spa, dinner, swimming. Teasing at the spa might be a little rough, especially if they ended up in different areas or on different tables. But dinner had promise, as did swimming. "Depending on other pool goers, of course. Wouldn't want to give them too much of a show," she thought to herself.
She briefly pondered an article she'd read about mothers taking their young children to swimming lessons. Young children as in under two years old. It sounded like fun, especially if she could get Meegan to go with her... if they could even find such lessons in the area. Besides fun with children, it would be good exercise, too, and having twins... Rachyl mentally shook her head to clear the thought of how much weight she might gain during her pregnancy.
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan gathered the suits she did not want ad paced them on the same rack Rachyl had used. She liked the look of the reptile looking one, but didn't think she wanted Rachyl to display that much flesh and was glad she'd rejected it. The thought startled Meegan. 'Since when do I care how much flesh Rachyl displays? Oh, good God, I hope Iamb not becoming possessive.' Meegan did a mental check of how she reacted to certain situations and decided that yes indeed she was doing just that. Now that she was aware of it she could correct the situation. Her therapist was going to have a field day with this stuff.
Sighing she joined Rachyl at the counter and handed the woman her room key. Everything would be charged to the room and she'd settle everything when they left. She glanced at her watch as the woman rang everything up. It was about five minutes until their appointments at the spa started.
"Please send those to be laundered and then sent to the spa. We'll be there for the rest of the afternoon."
The dark haired woman smiled and nodded her head. "Yes, Ma'am."
Meegan closed her eyes and tried not to roll her eyeballs. She hated being called ma'am, but it couldn't be helped. This girl didn't know her name, so she had to call her something and miss wouldn't fly in a place like this. She opened her eyes again and smiled at Rachyl. "Ready to go get pampered, love?"
Sighing she joined Rachyl at the counter and handed the woman her room key. Everything would be charged to the room and she'd settle everything when they left. She glanced at her watch as the woman rang everything up. It was about five minutes until their appointments at the spa started.
"Please send those to be laundered and then sent to the spa. We'll be there for the rest of the afternoon."
The dark haired woman smiled and nodded her head. "Yes, Ma'am."
Meegan closed her eyes and tried not to roll her eyeballs. She hated being called ma'am, but it couldn't be helped. This girl didn't know her name, so she had to call her something and miss wouldn't fly in a place like this. She opened her eyes again and smiled at Rachyl. "Ready to go get pampered, love?"
Rachyl
17 years ago
Rachyl noted the designer glance at her watch. Always overpunctual... It was something they had in common. Better early than exactly on time, which in a lot of situations was a very good thing. They hadn't quite mastered the art of the fashionably late entrance together, though, outside of being fashionable when they were late.
She nearly snorted in laughter when Meegan closed her eyes at the 'ma'am' comment. She knew the southern woman hated it even though it was a courteous response.
Meegan smiled and Rachyl felt her insides melt, her worries flow away. She'd have to tell her lover soon just how a simple smile like that could lift her day. Maybe she'd do it more. She pondered her preparedness to partake in pampering. "Well, depends." Pampered. Depends. Making a fist with her right hand, she popped out her first finger's knuckle a little and bonked herself in the forehead, then took Meegan's hand and walked them out of the store, still bonking herself. "I was half a second away from turning that comment into a bad diaper commercial. Geez, Louise."
A woman dressed in a hotel uniform with a namebadge imprinted with 'Louise, Spa Manager' passing looked at them curiously, then realized when their attention wasn't focused on her continued past, shaking her head.
Rachyl wrapped Meegan's arm around her own and looked up at her lover. "Definately. Definately ready for spa pampering. Definately."
She nearly snorted in laughter when Meegan closed her eyes at the 'ma'am' comment. She knew the southern woman hated it even though it was a courteous response.
Meegan smiled and Rachyl felt her insides melt, her worries flow away. She'd have to tell her lover soon just how a simple smile like that could lift her day. Maybe she'd do it more. She pondered her preparedness to partake in pampering. "Well, depends." Pampered. Depends. Making a fist with her right hand, she popped out her first finger's knuckle a little and bonked herself in the forehead, then took Meegan's hand and walked them out of the store, still bonking herself. "I was half a second away from turning that comment into a bad diaper commercial. Geez, Louise."
A woman dressed in a hotel uniform with a namebadge imprinted with 'Louise, Spa Manager' passing looked at them curiously, then realized when their attention wasn't focused on her continued past, shaking her head.
Rachyl wrapped Meegan's arm around her own and looked up at her lover. "Definately. Definately ready for spa pampering. Definately."
Meegan
17 years ago
"Well in that case, Dustin, let's be on our way." She chuckled and they walked arm in arm to the spa. A perky short haired blonde welcomed them and took them to the changing room. It was really just a fancy locker room, one wall lined with light-colored wood cabinets, another with three changing stalls, and a hall that lead to shower stalls, toilet stalls and the concealed rooms where shower treatments were given by those wonderful automatic moving shower heads.
The woman gave them each a white terry cloth wrap with elastic at the top and a velcro closure and plush white robes with the spa logo embroidered in glossy white on the lapel. Meegan thanked her and took the first changing stall on the left and began to remove her clothes. She had a strong desire to leave the little room and accost Rachyl in her own.
The woman gave them each a white terry cloth wrap with elastic at the top and a velcro closure and plush white robes with the spa logo embroidered in glossy white on the lapel. Meegan thanked her and took the first changing stall on the left and began to remove her clothes. She had a strong desire to leave the little room and accost Rachyl in her own.
Rachyl
17 years ago
Arching an eyebrow at the Dustin quip, Rachyl giggled as well as they walked.
She was trying to read the information on the table near the entrance to see if her eyes could pick up anything about pregnant spa-goers. Nothing jumped out at her. She really wanted to ask, but the woman giving them their spa outfits didn't seem to be understanding her need to speak when she opened her mouth. Sighing internally, she took her terrycloth wrap and the belogoed robe and entered the second stall. She managed to get out of her jeans and shirt before she heard Meegan's zipper. Quickly wrapping herself in the robe, she silently opened her door and stepped in front of Meegan's stall. She knocked.
A muted 'this one's occupied' could be heard, but using her fingernails she turned the latch from the outside and let herself in. The look of shock on Meegan's face was priceless; her lover's arms seemed to be just barely pulling on her robe. Putting her hands on Meegan's belly, Rachyl pushed her lover up against the wall as the door swung closed behind her. Reaching up, she brought Meegan's head down to her own and placed her lips against the designer's. After just a few heartbeats, Rachyl broke their searing, seeking kiss with a pop. Stepping back, she winked and let herself out of Meegan's stall to return to her own.
She was trying to read the information on the table near the entrance to see if her eyes could pick up anything about pregnant spa-goers. Nothing jumped out at her. She really wanted to ask, but the woman giving them their spa outfits didn't seem to be understanding her need to speak when she opened her mouth. Sighing internally, she took her terrycloth wrap and the belogoed robe and entered the second stall. She managed to get out of her jeans and shirt before she heard Meegan's zipper. Quickly wrapping herself in the robe, she silently opened her door and stepped in front of Meegan's stall. She knocked.
A muted 'this one's occupied' could be heard, but using her fingernails she turned the latch from the outside and let herself in. The look of shock on Meegan's face was priceless; her lover's arms seemed to be just barely pulling on her robe. Putting her hands on Meegan's belly, Rachyl pushed her lover up against the wall as the door swung closed behind her. Reaching up, she brought Meegan's head down to her own and placed her lips against the designer's. After just a few heartbeats, Rachyl broke their searing, seeking kiss with a pop. Stepping back, she winked and let herself out of Meegan's stall to return to her own.
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan had unbuttoned and removed her shirt and jeans, and with no where to put them, she began to hang up the robe on a hook when a knock sounded on the door. Finding that odd she muttered that it was occupied and went about finding the top of the robe. The door beside her opened and she turned a shocked face to find her lover standing there. She was suddenly pushed against the clod tile wall and gasped, but her words of protest were stolen by Rachyl's lips.
Just as abruptly as the kiss began, it ended and Meegan found herself panting with a plush robe clutched to her breast. It was the second time in less than an hour that she had found herself clutching something. Slowly she shook her head and pushed away from the wall. Her heart continued to pound as she pulled of panties that could no longer be called damp, and her bra. Wrap snugly around her breasts and robe on her shoulders and tied at the waist she took up her folded clothes and boots and left the stall to find Rachyl hanging her things in one of the wood cabinets.
Meegan had no idea how to act for a moment. She took a deep breath and moved across the room to place her own things in one of the cabinets. She did so quickly, eschewing the hangers in favor of the shelves at top and bottom. She pushed the door closed and stepped in front of Rachyl as she did the same.
Her hand slid into the smaller woman's robe, just below the belt and quickly found the opening of the wrap. Long fingers slid over bare flesh to the point where creamy thighs joined. She slid a single searching digit into the moist heat she found there. Meegan found Rachyl's clit, circled it twice, withdrew her hand and placed the finger in her mouth and sucked gently. With a wink Meegan left the locker room to be met by another perky blonde woman, this one with a long ponytail at the back of her head.
Just as abruptly as the kiss began, it ended and Meegan found herself panting with a plush robe clutched to her breast. It was the second time in less than an hour that she had found herself clutching something. Slowly she shook her head and pushed away from the wall. Her heart continued to pound as she pulled of panties that could no longer be called damp, and her bra. Wrap snugly around her breasts and robe on her shoulders and tied at the waist she took up her folded clothes and boots and left the stall to find Rachyl hanging her things in one of the wood cabinets.
Meegan had no idea how to act for a moment. She took a deep breath and moved across the room to place her own things in one of the cabinets. She did so quickly, eschewing the hangers in favor of the shelves at top and bottom. She pushed the door closed and stepped in front of Rachyl as she did the same.
Her hand slid into the smaller woman's robe, just below the belt and quickly found the opening of the wrap. Long fingers slid over bare flesh to the point where creamy thighs joined. She slid a single searching digit into the moist heat she found there. Meegan found Rachyl's clit, circled it twice, withdrew her hand and placed the finger in her mouth and sucked gently. With a wink Meegan left the locker room to be met by another perky blonde woman, this one with a long ponytail at the back of her head.
Rachyl
17 years ago
Her plot to continue teasing Meegan relentlessly was going flawlessly, Rachyl realized, as she carefully enfolded herself in the wrap, then tugged the robe over her arms. Folding her panties and bra together, she noticed a minute spot of moisture on the cotton triangle. Humphing to herself, she closed her eyes and focused inward, and discovered she actually was rather aroused. Tying the belt of the robe at her waist, she noticed as she worked a knot that her breasts didn't hurt quite so much as earlier in the day. Stuffing her underthings into her boots, she slung her shirt and jeans over her arm and left her stall.
Hanging the jeans and shirt in one of the wooden cabinets of the changing room, she heard Meegan's stall open and, out of the corner of her eye saw her stop still for a moment, then move again. The blonde disappeared from her field of vision, and she heard activity behind her. When Rachyl closed the door to her locker she suddenly found pale beauty before her. About to improvise in her teasing, Meegan moved. Rachyl felt her lover's hand below her waist. Her eyes widened at the feeling of those elegant, dextrous digits across her bare groin; her mouth opened at the look of mischief in the taller woman's eyes. She would have said something, but for the sudden sensation of a single finger being dragged alluringly across the lips of her nether region. She gasped at the circling of said finger's tip around the instantaneously active bud and felt another flush of heat when Meegan placed that coated finger between her lips in a rather sensual sucking display.
When her lover stepped out of Rachyl's space, the redhead felt a peculiar thrill through her body, leaving her short of breath. "Was that an orgasm? I don't know, was it?" she asked herself. Blinking her eyes to get the sparklies to go away, she leaned her forehead against the locker door for a moment, attempting to catch her breath. Nibbling on her lower lip, she forced herself upright again and unsteadily followed the same steps Meegan had taken. The few steps between her locker and the door brought blood back to the rest of her body, spreading the heat that had pooled in her belly, and by the time she opened the door to see Meegan standing next to another spa worker, her breathing had almost normalized.
Trying not to glare at her lover - the turnabout was fair play, after all - she simply waited for the woman to escort them to their appointments. She also silently resolved to try to give twice as good as turned back upon her.
Hanging the jeans and shirt in one of the wooden cabinets of the changing room, she heard Meegan's stall open and, out of the corner of her eye saw her stop still for a moment, then move again. The blonde disappeared from her field of vision, and she heard activity behind her. When Rachyl closed the door to her locker she suddenly found pale beauty before her. About to improvise in her teasing, Meegan moved. Rachyl felt her lover's hand below her waist. Her eyes widened at the feeling of those elegant, dextrous digits across her bare groin; her mouth opened at the look of mischief in the taller woman's eyes. She would have said something, but for the sudden sensation of a single finger being dragged alluringly across the lips of her nether region. She gasped at the circling of said finger's tip around the instantaneously active bud and felt another flush of heat when Meegan placed that coated finger between her lips in a rather sensual sucking display.
When her lover stepped out of Rachyl's space, the redhead felt a peculiar thrill through her body, leaving her short of breath. "Was that an orgasm? I don't know, was it?" she asked herself. Blinking her eyes to get the sparklies to go away, she leaned her forehead against the locker door for a moment, attempting to catch her breath. Nibbling on her lower lip, she forced herself upright again and unsteadily followed the same steps Meegan had taken. The few steps between her locker and the door brought blood back to the rest of her body, spreading the heat that had pooled in her belly, and by the time she opened the door to see Meegan standing next to another spa worker, her breathing had almost normalized.
Trying not to glare at her lover - the turnabout was fair play, after all - she simply waited for the woman to escort them to their appointments. She also silently resolved to try to give twice as good as turned back upon her.
Meegan
17 years ago
The woman led them into a smallish room that held more instruments than she cared to know the function for and two semi reclined chairs with attached foot rests, sort of like big cushy dentist chairs. The woman asked them to remove their robes, hang them on the hooks provided, take a seat and someone would be right with them.
The room was warm ad slightly humid from the steamer spouting a fine mist in the corner. A light sort of tropical music played and the air had a fruity mint-ness to it. Meegan did as the woman bid and picked the chair closest to the door. Rachyl followed suit, and shortly they were joined by a petite woman and a very obviously gay man who couldn't be an much under 6'2", They may an odd couple to say the least.
The woman went to Rachyl and the man to Meegan and soon they were covered with thick warm blankets, laid back in their chairs and the facial was on its way with the application of some kind of scent-free lotion.
The room was warm ad slightly humid from the steamer spouting a fine mist in the corner. A light sort of tropical music played and the air had a fruity mint-ness to it. Meegan did as the woman bid and picked the chair closest to the door. Rachyl followed suit, and shortly they were joined by a petite woman and a very obviously gay man who couldn't be an much under 6'2", They may an odd couple to say the least.
The woman went to Rachyl and the man to Meegan and soon they were covered with thick warm blankets, laid back in their chairs and the facial was on its way with the application of some kind of scent-free lotion.
Rachyl
17 years ago
She hoped her state of arousal wasn't too plainly visible under the nearly sheer wrap she was covered with. Rachyl let out a long breath as she sat in the dentist chair. Memories of 'Rudolph the Red-nosed Reindeer' flashed and she started quietly humming the dentist song.
Rachyl discovered that she didn't quite enjoy the scent of the exfoliation scrub during the second phase of the facial. Her nose kept wrinkling, even though she wasn't able to garner a fresh breath of air. The woman servicing her asked what was wrong; Rachyl commented sheepishly she didn't care for the scent of the cleanser. The woman looked surprised, but apologized and gave Rachyl the name of the scent so she could avoid it in the future. As the woman (Rachyl wished she had a name tag on, or had introduced herself, because thinking of her as 'the woman' felt rather harsh) wiped her face with a steamy towel, the concentration of the 'patchouli lavendar' scent built up in her nose and she sneezed convulsively several times.
Hoping she hadn't gotten anything green and gross on the towel, she apologized profusely to the woman who simply smiled and put the towel in a bin nearby.
Rachyl discovered that she didn't quite enjoy the scent of the exfoliation scrub during the second phase of the facial. Her nose kept wrinkling, even though she wasn't able to garner a fresh breath of air. The woman servicing her asked what was wrong; Rachyl commented sheepishly she didn't care for the scent of the cleanser. The woman looked surprised, but apologized and gave Rachyl the name of the scent so she could avoid it in the future. As the woman (Rachyl wished she had a name tag on, or had introduced herself, because thinking of her as 'the woman' felt rather harsh) wiped her face with a steamy towel, the concentration of the 'patchouli lavendar' scent built up in her nose and she sneezed convulsively several times.
Hoping she hadn't gotten anything green and gross on the towel, she apologized profusely to the woman who simply smiled and put the towel in a bin nearby.
Meegan
17 years ago
Meegan was lost in the world of scented warm massage. The man, David, was very gentle and spoke quietly. He even removed a couple of blackheads that had built up in the crease where nose meeks cheek. At the end of it all she was painted from clavicle bones to hair line with something that smelled very much like fresh clean mud and oranges. He placed cold circles over her eyes, the scent said they were cucumbers, and placed the warm steamer to blow from the chest up. He gave her head a little pat and promised to return to remove the mask before it dried.
She heard Rachyl's attendant say the same to her and then the door opened and closed once more.
"Hey, Rach, how are you doing over there?"
Her words were a bit mumbled since she was trying not to move her mouth very much so that she wouldn't break the mask.
She heard Rachyl's attendant say the same to her and then the door opened and closed once more.
"Hey, Rach, how are you doing over there?"
Her words were a bit mumbled since she was trying not to move her mouth very much so that she wouldn't break the mask.