Florence and Liz, More to Come, II
by Mr. Chain

Glancing down at her watch, Florence shook her head in dismay at the time. It was already 8:00PM on Friday night, marking the fifth time this week she had worked at least this late. The end of the year was approaching, her busiest time at work, and she was really putting in the hours. As a result, the five days of coming in early and working late had really wiped her out.

She had brought a bag with her to work, her work-out clothes in it, and as she got ready to leave the office, headed into the ladies room to change. As she slipped into her black athletic bra and Lycra pants, she again shook her head, dismayed at her social life. It was a Friday night, but instead of slipping into a sexy outfit to prepare for a date, the best she could hope for was getting in a good work-out before going home and falling asleep, alone.

She walked out of her office, boarded her bus and began the commute to the gym. Taking a window seat, Florence dropped her head back onto her seat, closed her eyes and tried to relax as the bus inched through the rush hour traffic. Finally reaching the stop she would have gotten off for her gym, Florence decided she was too exhausted physically and too depressed emotionally to work-out, so she stayed on board until the bus reached the stop for her home.

Getting off, she made a quick stop in the convenience store, picking up a pint of Haagen Daaz chocolate ice cream before beginning the short walk home. Though her social life had never been what anyone would consider active, she had reached a new low, and the associated depression had a strong grip on her psyche. A 30 year old, single woman, she had moved out of her parents house for the first time just 6 months ago hoping that the newfound freedom would help to spur her social life, but in fact, the opposite was true. She hadn't had a date since she moved in, and that had begun to take it's toll on her.

Reaching the front door to her apartment, she glanced down at her watch and saw the time was now 9:00PM. She expected to find her roommate Liz either already gone for the night, or on her way out. So when she heard the loud music as she turned her key in the lock, she sighed, hoping Liz was not entertaining at home tonight. She breathed a sigh of relief when she found Liz, wearing only her pink underwear, bopping to the music as she ironed some of her clothes.

"Hi Flo, how are you doing tonight?", Liz gushed effervescently.

Florence lowered her head, mumbling something incomprehensible before walking into the kitchen to place the ice cream down on the counter. Liz had a pretty good idea what the problem was. She knew Florence had been working late all week and she also knew that she was feeling depressed lately about her inactive social life. So in her own inimitable fashion, Liz was determined to cheer her roommate up. Walking into the kitchen, Liz grabbed Florence's hands and spun her around, dancing to the beat of the music. Florence followed along for a few seconds, but then broke away, reaching for the ice cream to put it in the freezer. As Florence did, Liz again grabbed her by the hands and tried to get her to dance, but Florence again broke away, this time walking back into the living room. Liz watched before grabbing a bottle of wine and two glasses, following her.

Florence had taken her coat off by this point, still dressed in her work-out attire. As Liz walked into the room, she turned the music down, placed the wine and glasses on the coffee table and tried to start a conversation.

"So, how was your work-out Flo?"

Florence looked across at her and in a low, soft voice, replied, "I just wasn't up to working out tonight so I came right home."

"Oh, that's alright Flo, because that gives us some time to catch up.", Liz responded cheerfully, pouring 2 glasses of wine.

Florence was reluctant to take it. She hadn't eaten since lunch and wasn't much of s drinker to begin with. But with some prodding from Liz, she begrudgingly grabbed the glass. "Here's to a great holiday season!", Liz toasted happily.

Florence clicked her glass with Liz, though she did not share the sentiment. The two settled back into the sofa and began to talk. Though Florence wasn't feeling overly talkative, she did appreciate Liz's gesture. In fact, in the 6 months that they had been living together, Liz had shown an uncanny knack for cheering her up, and so, as usual, Florence gradually loosened up. They continued to sip wine and chat, Florence slowly beginning to feel better. It didn't take long before Liz was pouring the last of the wine into Florence's glass, bringing a smile to her roommate's lips.

"You know Liz, I haven't drank this much wine in ... well since the last time we sat and talked. I don't know what it is about you, but you always seem to find a way to cheer me up!", Florence announced with a smile on her face.

As the mood got lighter, the conversation turned to Florence's social life, or lack thereof. She began to lament about how she longed to meet a nice guy and share some intimacy. But Liz remarkably guided the conversation away from the negative, saying just the right things and refusing to let the conversation turn dour. As Florence began to feel the effects of the wine, she started spewing more and more honesty about her feelings while Liz listened intently. Taking a final gulp from her glass, Florence got up from the couch, wobbly at first, but steadying herself. She chuckled, realizing that she was getting drunk and that it was time for her to stop drinking.

"I'm going to go take a shower.", she announced before walking into the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

She ran the hot water in the shower before slipping out of her clothes and stepping into the stall. Tilting her head back to let the hot water cascade over her tired body, she was feeling much better emotionally than when she had first arrived home, and the hot water was helping to soothe her tired body physically as well. But unbeknownst to Florence, Liz was busy in her bedroom, setting the right mood for the next part of her plan. She had gotten Florence to lighten up and feel better about herself so now it was time for phase 2. So with the environment properly prepared, she opened the door to the bathroom and stepped inside.

Florence was too busy letting the water tranquilize her too hear the door open, continuing her shower as Liz slipped out of her clothes, letting them fall to the bathroom floor alongside Florence's. She then opened the shower door and walked in, carrying a can of shaving cream and a razor. Florence was taken aback at first, but when she saw what Liz was holding, she began to laugh.

"Interested?" Liz asked merrily as she held up the shaving cream and razor.

Florence was a very conservative woman, not adventurous at all, especially in terms of her sexuality, but Liz seemed to bring her out of her shell, especially after 3 or 4 glasses of wine. She remembered the last time Liz had taken the razor and shaving cream and the way she felt while Liz shaved her armpits. So though hesitant at first, she finally nodded her head, allowing Liz to join her in the shower.

Stepping into the stall. Liz placed the razor down on a shelf before approaching Florence and softly grabbing hold of each wrist, gently pulling Florence's arm up and over her head. She turned her roommate around so that her back was to the streaming water, prompting Florence to dip her head back as the hot water rolled down her neck, chest and onto her breasts. Her nipples became erect with excitement. Florence sighed and then took a deep breath, forgetting that the water was cascading down onto her, causing her to cough as she took a fair amount of water in through her mouth. Liz chuckled at her roommate's clumsiness, Florence feeling embarrassed at her own ineptness in such a sensual situation. But then Liz calmed her, making sure she was okay before repositioning Florence's arms over her head.

Liz sprayed a mound of shaving cream onto the tips of her fingers before beginning to gently massage it into Florence's right armpit. She was a little taken aback at first as the tips of her fingers bristled from the coarse stubble of Florence's underarm, but she then just shook her head in jest, making light of the discovery.

"Now, now Flo, you have been neglecting your armpits again! But don't worry, Liz is hear to make them smooth and silky!"

Florence felt embarrassed once again and quivered at Liz's soft touch, her skin becoming pocked with goose-bumps as her roommate kneaded the foam into the deep, valley-like recesses of her underams. Florence started to feel relaxed once again though and sighed softly, obviously enjoying the massage Liz had begun, running her fingers over the stubble, time and time again. The steam from the hot water, the soapiness of the foam and the proficiency of Liz's massage all worked to progressively soften the bristly stubble though, and before long, Liz was ready to move on.

After several minutes of stimulating manipulation, she was ready to begin the shave. By this point, Florence's hands had clutched onto the back of the showerhead with both hands, allowing her to keep her arms raised effortlessly. Liz took the razor and as she prepared to start shaving, Florence dipped her head backward once again, arching her back which allowed the water to run over her face. Liz then started at the top of Florence's armpit, applying pressure as she continued one long, slow swipe down the center of her underarm. Completing the stroke, she rinsed the razor and repeated the process several times, gradually shaving each and every whisker off of Florence's armpit. She followed the concave and contours of Florence's deep canyon, gliding the razor as if it were a paintbrush in the hands of an artist. Completing her task, Liz then ran her fingertips over each inch of the skin, checking to make sure that it was a smooth as silk.

Florence's body continued to shudder at her touch, her back arching even more profoundly as her head dropped back further toward her shoulder blades. Liz then started on her left armpit, repeating the process as her fingertips glided over the short stubble on Florence's underarm, slowly diminishing it's prickly feel. She groped and kneaded her fingers deeply into Florence's yielding skin, ensuring it was slick and soft, prepared for the razor. She then began to shave, moving the razor slowly and deliberately over each and every curve and recess. It took her a couple of minutes before she was completely satisfied with the result, finally placing the razor down and gently pressing the tips of her fingers from each hand into the ravine on the underside of Florence's arms. Florence continued to shiver at Liz's touch, but the wide, sultry smile which stretched across her lips was clearly evidence of her arousal. Her small, dark nipples were completely erect, curving skyward as Liz's face dipped dangerously close to them.

As Liz continued her inspection, Florence found herself wishing that her roommate would press her lips against her newly shaven armpits. She longed for Liz's kiss against her slick skin, and closed her eyes, hoping to feel the sensation. Bit Liz finished up her examination of Florence's skin, and satisfied with the result, opened the door to the shower and walked out. As she toweled herself off, Florence was left with her arms extended overhead, wondering what she should do next. Liz had walked out of the shower without saying a word, and Florence was left puzzled ... and a bit shaken.

Being a very conventional woman born of immigrant Italian parents, she had never discussed her sexuality with her parents, or anyone else for that matter. She had never imagined herself being intimate with a woman in anyway, but now, here she was, being greatly aroused by the touch of another woman. Surprisingly, she was not alarmed by it, but instead felt intimidated and unsure of herself. Had Liz been turned off by her body? Had she done something wrong? Florence began to panic, frozen in place as she waited for a sign from Liz.

After drying herself though, Liz opened the door and reached in, gently grabbing Florence by the hand and leading her out of the shower. Florence followed obediently as Liz reached across her to turn the water off. She then handed Florence a towel and gathered the clothes from the floor as Florence dried herself. She then handed Florence her black panties, and after Florence slipped them on, Liz grabbed Florence's hand once again and lead her out of the bathroom.

"We're not done yet!", she announced merrily as she lead Florence back into her bedroom.

Florence rarely ventured into Liz's bedroom, and was stunned to find the lights turned off and a couple of dozen or so candles lit with some soft, earthy, instrumental music playing in the background. Liz guided Florence over to the bed, motioning for her to sit down. As Florence did, Liz, now clad only in her pink panties, leaned forward and tenderly pushed Florence back onto the bed. Liz guided her down further until Florence's body was now laying flat, her head resting on a pillow in the middle of the bed. Liz then knelt down onto the bed herself, positioning her legs so that she was straddling Florence's midsection, her rear end dangling just above Florence's belly. Slowly gliding herself up Florence's body, she again grabbed hold of Florence's right wrist and tenderly pulled her arm up and over her head while whispering reassuringly into her ear.

"Don't be nervous, you're really going to enjoy this!" Liz whispered.

With that, she reached across the bed, her breasts whisping across Florence's face causing her to shiver yet again. Liz then took hold of one of the long, silk scarves which was resting on the nightstand before gliding back across Florence's body and sitting upright, placing some of her weight down onto Florence's ribs. Liz had a queen sized bed with a beautiful, big, brass headboard. Gently pulling Florence's arm by the wrist, she positioned it next to the headboard and began to tie it to one of the brass poles with the scarf. Florence began to squirm nervously beneath Liz, though she did not speak, prompting Liz to once again reassure her in a calm whisper.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. Just lay back, relax and enjoy this!"

Florence didn't know why, but she trusted Liz, allowing her to eventually tie both of her wrists to the headboard so that her arms were stretched apart over her head. Again Liz reached across Florence's outstretched body, this time grabbing a small, violet colored bottle from the night table. Florence noticed the bottle and was very familiar with it. It was the same design as her favorite perfume. Florence had come across this perfume at about the same time she moved in with Liz, and though it was very expensive, she nonetheless treated herself to it. She planned to use it only for special occasions, and much to her dismay, had worn it only that first night she picked it up. Twisting the top off, Liz poured a small amount of the oily substance onto her fingertips, the scent immediately familiar to Florence. Liz then leaned forward and began to massage the substance into Florence's armpits.

"Does this smell familiar?" Liz asked softly. "How did you know that this was my favorite perfume Liz?" she asked nervously. "Oh ... this is not perfume Flo. This is scented body oil. But you're right, it is scented with your favorite perfume. Cost me a bundle too!" Liz offered.

The lilac scented body oil was luxurious, and Florence relished the smell of it as it was rubbed into her under arms.

"I knew that this was your favorite scent Flo, so I picked up a bottle for you. I hope you will really enjoy this!" Liz proclaimed softly.

She continued to massage the oil into Florence's smooth skin, gently kneading it into her deep recesses using the perfect combination of firmness and softness. Florence found her back arching involuntarily as Liz's touch felt so perfect. She began to moan quietly at first, aroused beyond any other time in her life that she could remember. The scent of the lilac continued to waft toward her nose as her head rolled slowly to the side. Her moans grew louder and more impassioned as the time passed, growing more and more aroused by the experience. Liz handled Florence's armpit like she would a new born baby, softly massaging the oil into her cleanly shaven skin. Florence's soft, slick skin seemed to yield to Liz's touch, and Liz had a masterful touch at that, making Florence not only feel at ease, but wanting much more.

For the next 10 minutes, Liz worked the oil into each of Florence's armpits, stroking her fingertips over every inch of Florence's deep valleys. Florence could feel Liz's long hair brush against the tips of her nipples and smell her breath against her cheeks. Liz's breath smelt like a very pleasant mix of peppermint and red wine, and it only served to further arouse her. Again Florence wished for Liz's lips to press against her, either her mouth or her underarms, but Liz was much too busy working Florence's skin with her hands to focus on that. Sliding her body down further so that she was resting some of her weight against Florence's crotch, Liz had her roommate completely aroused by this point as Florence tried to pull her arms toward her body, but they would not move, bound tightly to the headboard. She rolled her head to the side so that she could get another whiff of the lilac scent which permeated from her armpits. It brought a smile to her face, her brown eyes squinting wantonly from her arousal. Liz then grabbed the bottle, squirting some more into her hands before rubbing it onto Florence's wrist before slowly working her way down each arm.

"We can't just have your pits enjoying this oil now can we Flo?" Liz asked sweetly, not expecting an answer, and not getting one in return.

Florence was much too busy enjoying the massage as she continued to sigh. Liz then slowly and deliberately worked her way down each arm at the same time and back to each armpit before her hands slid toward the middle cupping each of Florence's petite breasts in her hands. Florence continued to writhe beneath her, unable to control her soft moaning as Liz smiled down at her as she slowly moved her hands across breasts before gliding them up to her neck, working the oil deeply into Florence's skin. She moved back to each breast, but only momentarily before sliding her hands down Florence's body, massaging her stomach before wandering dangerously close to her panty line and her most personal body parts.

Florence let out a loud, anguished moan just as Liz lifted her hands off of her body, sitting upright as she looked down at her roommate. Liz had been sensual without being sexual. Her massage was perfect, not lingering on any area, with the exception of Florence's armpits, for more than a few seconds at a time. Placing all of her weight down onto Florence's Stomach, Liz chuckled at the smitten little girl look her roommate was giving her.

"Did that feel good Flo?", Liz asked tenderly.

Florence was unable to speak, too captivated by the moment, so she nodded her head to indicate how much she had enjoyed it. In fact, she had hoped that it wouldn't end. She stared at Liz's lips and longed to kiss them. But Liz did not allow the situation to take that course, and instead surprised Florence.

"I'm glad you enjoyed that Florence," she whispered softly into her ear. But then she blurted out in an incredibly jovial voice, "because the next part is for my enjoyment!"

With that, Liz lunged her hands forward and dug her fingertips into the deepest crevice of each of Florence's armpits, tickling them feverishly. Florence began to laugh out loud, the sensation incredibly stimulating. Liz's touch was now the most ticklish feeling she had ever experienced, and as Florence's head rolled violently from side to side, the cackle which emerged from her mouth filled the room.

Liz continued to tickle her, burying her fingertips in Florence's armpits, each finger frantically gyrating as Florence tried desperately to escape the torture. She pulled on her binds as she continued to cackle loudly, but Liz was relentless, continuing to tickle her for a couple more minutes. Finally, sensing that Florence could not take much more, she pulled back and staring down at her tortured roommate, laughed at the tears which filled her brown eyes. Florence's tried to stop laughing, but couldn't, feeling overcome with joy.

"You wait till I get a hold of you!" Florence finally shouted playfully.

Liz smiled, and the two exchanged jokes for the next minute or two until finally Liz reached forward and untied the scarves. Florence pulled her arms back in toward her body and sat up, feeling better than she had felt in months. The two sat silently for a minute or two until finally Florence turned to Liz, and with a very loving expression on her face, thanked her roommate.

"You know Liz, you are wonderful! That was one of the most sensual experiences of my life. You made me feel sexy, pampered and loved all at the same time. It was just what I needed. But why did you do it?" Florence asked, trying to understand the nature of the relationship between them.

Liz looked back at her, and with a caring tone, answered the question. "You looked like you needed some love, some sensuality and some pampering and I thought you deserved some too!"

"I can't thank you enough Liz, really." Florence then paused, debating in her head whether she should ask the question she had in mind. Finally, she decided to go for it. "Can I return the favor?" Florence asked sheepishly.

Liz smiled, leaning over and kissing her roommate on the cheek.

"That sounds incredibly enticing ... I mean INCREDIBLY ENTICING Flo, but I have another surprise for you."

Florence sat at attention, wondering what her roommate had in store for her next.

"Do you remember a few months ago, a couple of guys named Vinny and Joe came over. You know, the armpit guys?" Liz asked.

Florence's face dropped. She remembered all too well. Vinny was really cute, but as soon as he got one look at Florence's stubbly underarm, he seemed to lose interest. Florence thought his interest in a woman's armpits was really odd at first, but as she thought about, she actually seemed to understand it. After all, it was a part of her body, and if a guy was going to be attracted to a particular part of her body, why not her armpits? But since she wasn't prepared for his interest the first time around, she regretted it and wished for another chance with him, though it had never come to be.

"Well Florence, they are coming over in a half hour, and Vinny really wants to see you again! And wait until he gets a peek and a whiff of your armpits now!" Liz exclaimed.

Florence sat stunned. She didn't know how to react. At first she felt elated. "Wait until he gets a look at my pits now!", she thought to herself. But as she sat there, her expression suddenly changed from happy to concerned.

"In a half hour!?!?!?" she yelled!

"Yeah, so you better go get ready!" Liz replied, prompting Florence to run out of the room.

Liz smiled at Florence's giddiness, happy to cheer her roommate up. Florence scurried into her room to get ready, but couldn't help but smile herself. Liz had found a way not only to arouse her, but now she going to provide an outlet for that arousal! And Florence intended to take full advantage of it. Pausing, she walked back towards Liz's room, peeling her head through the crack in the door.

"Thanks again Liz. I owe you one!", she proclaimed sincerely.

But as she walked back to her own room to get ready for the date, Florence couldn't help but wonder if she and Liz would ever continue what they had started.....

THE END

NEXT .... Florence shows off her new pits to Vinny!

TO BE CONTINUED?

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