As the girl would get close to her vaginal area, April would move her hips upward, trying to meet the girl's fingers, hoping her fingers would find Ap...il's opening.The masseuse needed a better position. She wanted to get close to this woman's vagina. She couldn't do it by staying on the stool. She moved her knees up onto the massage table, on the sides of April's head. Now she had the leverage she needed to work her technique. She kneaded the woman's stomach muscles and kept working down closer. Days went by with no reply and I assumed she either had a new address or immediately deleted my message upon receipt. Just about the time I had given up hope, I received a reply. Just seeing her name pop up on the screen sent my heart pounding out of my chest. I won't bore you with the details and the subsequent back and forth except to summarize and say while we are both 'happy' with our current situations at home, we both acknowledged I was an idiot for letting her go and our current sex. I closed my eyes, and drifted off to sleep. An hour later, I woke up and found my clothes on the floor. Had I been that horny that I had stripped of my clothes in my sleep? My pussy was so wet and my nipples were so hard. I started rubbing my nipples, as they hardened to my touch. I worked on my left nipple with my left hand, as my right hand started sliding down my stomach until it reach my wet cunt. I began rubbing my clit, slowly. My left hand switched to my right nipple, as I continued to. Now I still hadn't had sex with anyone but I had a girlfriend,which I should perhaps has seen as something of a victory, but I wasdressed like her and this was no victory but a humiliation.As we walked down the corridor I heard the clack of our heels on thewooden floor. The sexy sound of a girl in heels. Heels that declaredconfidently, "Here I come boys!" But it was the first time that I hadbeen the girl in heels.I was starting to feel scared. Julia held my hand. This should havefelt.