The masseuse stood up; she slowly pulled down the hem of her coat as she started to walk around the table. She took hold of the white towel covering her charge and peeled it away.

  The air was cool and Nikki giggled softly as the blonde pursed her red lips and gently blew against her oiled skin.

  She removed her low heels and continued around to the back of the table; her feet were long, but delicately thin. With her eyes still resting on Kim, she reached up to her neckline and took hold of a concealed, metal tab. Slowly, she drew it down with one hand and pulled open her nurse's coat with the other. The lapels spread apart, revealing deeply bronzed flesh.

  Her breasts were huge and firm, they pushed their way forward with wide aureoles and long, engorged tips. She continued to unzip down past her waist. Her stomach was flat, but she had wide hips and an extremely trim waist for a woman of her incredible height. The fur of her crotch was neatly shaved into a small, perfect triangle of short, blond hair.

  She unfastened the zipper and pulled her broad shoulders out, letting the outfit fall to the floor. Her arms were strong and well-defined as well as her thighs, the skin was dark and darker in the crevices between the muscle and bone.

  She was, by all counts, a goddess.

  Kim gasped in admiration. She was magnificent, a being to be served; a creature to be worshipped.

  The masseuse lifted a long, illustrious thigh and rested it on the table beside Nikki's feet. She slid her fingers and hands along either side of Nikki's trembling form and then brought her other leg up. She sat down atop Nikki's legs, straddling her with own powerful limbs, and squeezed.

  Nikki groaned. The sheer power of the Amazon's legs was incredible, who kneaded her exposed buttocks with her muscular thighs in wavelike contractions. She felt the blonde's hands digging into her back as she continued to message her lower body with her long legs.

  Both still gazed upon Kim.

  Kim began to climb out of the spa as if called by the siren's song. Water cascaded down her voluptuous form as she rose, the disturbed waves lapping around her knees as she stood; but she stopped as the masseuse raised one long finger and slowly swayed it in non-compliance.

  Kim rested back down; her body shivering with arousal as she continued to watch. She licked her lips and breathed shuddering gasps as one of the whirlpool jets fired a stream of playful bubbles over her hips and stomach.

  The blonde arched her back and fell forward onto her palms; she leaned down and brushed the very tips of her hardened nipples over the pale expanse of Nikki's broad shoulders. She lifted herself up and they glistened with heated oil. Sliding a little farther down the table, in order to better pleasure Nikki with her giant form, she knelt down and brushed the tops of her enormous breasts along the length of Nikki's lower back.

  The sensation was extraordinary. Their firm roundness had the same power of her strong arms, but covered so much more of her tall body. Nikki lifted herself up on her arms and pushed her body harder against the Amazon as she reeled in ecstasy, the masseuse's long hair dancing across her shoulders. Her mouth was opened wide as she cried out with every expelling breath. She clenched her teeth, desperately trying to concentrate on the euphoria that pulsed in her hips and spread throughout her entire, quivering form.

  The masseuse continued to rub their bodies together, in long sweeping strokes from the base of Nikki's neck, to the soles of her feet. The deep tan of her skin began to shine under the low lighting as oil spread across her front. She probed in between Nikki's open legs with both breasts, each in it's own turn. Tickling every sensitive area with a stiff, slippery tip; she played. Nikki's eyes rolled under closed lids.

  After a lustful eternity, the giant blonde stopped and hovered on hands and knees over a shivering Nikki.

  "Turn over ... please."

  Nikki could do nothing but obey.

  She pushed herself up and glided onto her back, smiling as her sides were tickled by a hanging chest. When she opened her eyes, she was looking into the alluring face of her invigorating lover.

  Nikki's own breasts, small but proud, stood upward and touched the stiff points of the masseuse. They kissed again, Nikki breathed in the intoxicating scent that drifted about them.

  The Amazon began to work her way downward, pressing her weight into Nikki with even and erotic intensity. She was slowly grinding her hips and Nikki could feel carefully trimmed hairs mingling with her own, intertwining, brushing back and forth as warm juices flowed between them. Above her, the gorgeous woman floated, raised on tensing arms as her own eyes fluttered. Her face was moist with a light sweat and Nikki smiled as she felt her warm and sweet breath wash down on her face.

  Kim cried out. She was reclining against the side of the jacuzzi, her damp hair matted about her head in dark brown strands as her breasts bobbed at the surface of the churning water. Her head was resting back against the cool tiling as she continued to message herself into an exhausting orgasm.

  The blonde stretched out. At her full length she filled the table from head to toe and completely covered Nikki. Her body was warm and extremely comforting; Nikki quietly nibbled on her neck as she continued to slither her entire body in slow and long circles.

  Nikki writhed under the complete melding of their flesh, building towards a phenomenal and inevitable climax.

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  Nikki had managed to knock all of the sheets from the bed as she lay sprawled in the nude atop peach colored covers. She was moaning in her sleep; and quite loudly at that.

  Kim didn't have the heart to wake her up.

  Nikki gasped, grabbed a handful of the bedspread, and slowly released it as she slid one foot along the length of her other leg.

  "I'll give her just five more minutes; then I'll wake her up." Kim walked back into the living room.

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  "So, about this inattentive husband of yours."

  The masseuse was reclining on one of the larger sofas. Even in a sitting position her long and toned legs stretched over the majority of the paisley cushions. She was wearing the black robe that Nikki had been wearing after her shower; it was too small to close around her giant body, so she let it drape openly over her broad shoulders. The silk slid over her glistening breasts as she breathed, sometimes exposing part of the erect nipples in the process, sometimes not.

  Nikki lay naked, still on the oak table. Her whole body tingled with the fading thrill of vibrant electricity. She couldn't help but feel exhilarated. Numb from all other sensation, she drifted merrily in deep euphoria.

  Kim had taken to pacing around the room, desperately trying to sort out the torrid images and fantasies that were racing through her frantic mind. She looked up to the question as she chewed on a thumbnail.

  "Hmm?"

  The masseuse was gazing at the long-stemmed glass of champagne she held in her fingers. She took a sip of the bubbling fluid before looking back towards Kim.

  "Nikki's husband, is he really as bad as you two make him out to be?"

  "I've only known him for a few years, Nikki didn't introduce him to me until almost after they were married," Kim shrugged. "He seemed like a nice enough guy. I mean, he's rich and gave her whatever she wanted, whenever she wanted it."

  "That doesn't sound so bad, millions of women dream about that kind of life. Being taken care of, never having to worry about anything but what jewelry should go with which outfit."

  "I guess so; I thought that at first, but now I'm not too sure," Kim stared at the ground as she shuffled her feet.

  Nikki looked up, a light grimace on her untanned face.

  "I felt that way too, but it faded rather quickly." She swung her legs over and sat up, twiddling her thumbs as she spoke. "I guess I didn't want to have to do anything for myself. Do you know I could have been a model?"

  Both of the other women looked at Nikki; Kim frowned. Nikki's eyes glazed as she gazed off into the distance, struggling to remember moments of her past.

  "I had a contract from a Japanese modeling agency all written up and ready for me to sign. They would have given me $200,000 a year to start out, you know." Nikki got to her feet, the oil still drying off her pale body as she solemnly shook her head. "But I gave it all up for him. He swept me off my feet with gold and diamonds, took me to expensive restaurants, introduced me to all sorts of interesting people. That all changed after the honeymoon."

  The blonde gave her a concerned look; she drank the last few drops of her champagne and studied the bottom of the glass for any elixir her tongue might have missed.

  "Wined and dined you to get you and now that he has you he couldn't care less?"

  "Pretty much, yeah." Nikki sighed once more. She ran her fingers along the back of the couch. She quietly carressed the masseuse's hand and gazed at her before backing away as she took a deep breath. "We had a small wedding; just a couple of my friends and his business associates. It was a quick ceremony with a lot of photographers waiting to take pictures outside the chapel doors. A 'storybook shotgun wedding' a few of the tabloids called it. The trip to the Bahamas that followed was quick. He kept promising future romantic getaways to Europe and exotic islands when he could get around to them; but at the time, his 'Empire' was waiting for him to come back to it. I've been waiting ever since."

  "I've seen it happen before," the masseuse shook her head in mild disdain, her mane of blonde hair shimmering about her face. Her tone was stern and somber as she continued. "Most men just don't seem to care much about anyone but themselves. They only worry about how they look in front of other men. In front of women they just allow themselves to go to pot. All they want is an obedient Stepford wife and they go berserk when one shows any signs of independence or self-thought." She squinted. "It's a rare find to see a man act any differently. If you do, keep hold of him forever because the other men will hunt him down and kill him for being what they deem as weak."

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