I waited patiently on the massage table, wearing only my
panties and a heavy, navy Egyptian cotton towel to conceal my semi-naked
body. A full body massage was what I
had been in need of for some time and at long last I had finally got around to
making the appointment. Staring at the
varnished wooden floor through the face hole of the massage table, I could hear
the squeaking of hinges as the door opened, then clicked closed, indicating
that the beauty therapist had entered the room. As I lay there in a vulnerable state of undress, the relaxing
sounds of pan pipe music echoed subtly in the background, while the aroma of
massage oil permeated the atmosphere.
Inhaling the sweet air with soft floral notes of jasmine and ylang
ylang, I found it both calming and intoxicating. The warm glow of the lightly scented candles cast flickering
shadows around the dimly lit room. The ambience of the environment had drawn me
in, emitting a great sense of well-being.
Already I felt in a state of relaxation.
The therapist approached the massage table but did not
speak. I had already been briefed on
the procedure, prior to undressing.
Gently, she peeled back the towel. My spine tingled as she exposed my
bare skin to the clement air of the treatment room. Folding the towel, she tucked it around my hips, just under the
elastic of my knicker-line, to keep it secure.
I did not feel her presence for a few minutes, but it was not long
before she returned, rubbing her hands together, heating the massage oil in her
palms to ensure it was warm upon application.
Deftly she placed her hands onto the centre of my back and
began the massage. Standing beside the table, her hands glided across the length
of my back in fluid sweeps, as she evenly distributed the warm oil. Working her fingers into the taught muscles
along my shoulders blades, I could already feel the benefit. Her pressure was firm but bearable; the pockets of lactic acid
that had been the source of my recent tension were being slowly dispersed.
Swiftly changing position, she stood above my head and began
to knead the back of my neck. Through my
peripheral vision, I could see that she had discarded her shoes. Her dainty, lightly tanned feet displayed
immaculate toenails that were painted in a deep red varnish. She had pretty feet. I found myself strangely aroused.
She proceeded methodically, massaging the main areas of my
body. She started with my back,
progressed to my arms, down to my hands and then finally onto my legs. Her
hands firmly worked their way up the length of my inner thigh, stopping
dangerously close to my crotch. I took
a deep inhalation of breath with every stroke, each one seemingly edging closer
than the last.
A moments respite came when she turned her attention to the
soles of my feet, massaging them deeply with a firm rotary technique. What the hell was wrong with me today? I had
indulged in many a massage in the past, but this one felt different; it was
almost as if she was purposefully trying to tease me.
Suddenly she spoke, quietly, instructing me to turn over
onto my back. As she lifted the towel
and held it aloft to cover my modesty, I flipped myself over on the bed. She covered me with the towel once more,
leaving my neck and shoulders exposed.
Taking a quick break, she re-lubricated her hands,
replenishing them with fresh oil.
Returning to the massage table, I was now able to observe her in greater
detail, as she continued to work on my décolletage. She was around twenty-five years of age, blond haired, blue eyed
and very pretty. Her hair was piled
high and soft wispy tendrils framed her pixie-like face. I recalled being told when I had booked the
appointment that my therapist’s name was Maya.
When she had greeted me upon arrival, she spoke with a Nordic accent,
possibly Swedish, although her English was word perfect.
Her hands continued to circle in therapeutic sweeps,
brushing the thick towelling about my torso, as she competently manipulated the
area between my neck and chest. Then
without any prior warning she pulled back the towel, uncovering my bare
breasts.
My nipples instantly hardened as cool air washed over me.
She placed her oily hands on both breasts and began to knead my ample, fleshy
mounds. I had never had a full body
massage before, so I wasn’t totally sure if this was standard practice. I probably should have queried it, but it
felt so pleasurable that I let her continue.
I had never experienced lesbian tendencies before; I was in a long-term
relationship with a man who satisfied me in every way. However, I was extremely turned-on by what
she was doing. Continuing with her
tortuous massage, pummelling my body with vigour, suddenly I could take no
more.
With an abrupt jolt I sat upright, startling Maya who was
totally focused on the task in hand.
She stepped back, her face bearing a shocked expression. Holding my gaze she remained silent, as if
waiting for me to voice my disapproval.
I stared back at her, my breathing now heavy. Unsure as to what compelled me to do so, I lowered myself off the
massage table. The heavy towel fell at
my feet, leaving me standing in only my delicate black lacy knickers. I approached her slowly, all the while her
eyes were transfixed on me. Standing
before her, I hesitated before reaching out, my right hand finding its way into
her hair. I pulled her close to me and
kissed her on the lips. To my surprise
she put up no resistance. Eagerly she
reciprocated, her tongue hungrily invading my mouth, as if she had already
pre-empted that it would happen. This
provocative thought fuelled my fire; had this been her intention all
along? I could feel her hand working
across my navel, her fingers then tracing a line up to the valley that
separated my substantial breasts. She
cupped and squeezed my right breast as we continued to kiss. My nipple stood firmly to attention as she
grazed it with the tip of her index finger.
A warm ache radiated in my pussy, as I responded to her touch. I could feel myself becoming wet, the crotch
of my knickers absorbing my silken nectar, evidence of my arousal.
In a slow, seductive manner I took Maya by the hands and
guided her backwards towards the massage table. Raising myself up onto the edge, I spread my legs wide, allowing
her to rest between them. Pushing down
onto her shoulders, I forced her to her knees.
Complying with my demand, she sank to the floor in obedience, without
hesitation. She knew exactly what it
was I desired. Rubbing my thigh with
one hand, she peppered the other with soft, delicate kisses. Her full lips slowly ascended up to my
knickers. Without prior warning she
sunk her teeth into the soft flesh of my inner thigh. I let out a cry, not one of pain, but one of exctasy. She shot me a devilish glance as she rubbed
her hand over my panties; my clit throbbed wildy as she teased me through the
sodden material. Gently she eased the
scant lacy fabric to one side wasting no time to sink her mouth over me. She began to suck gently upon my fleshy
labia, which framed my moist opening. I
pulled her head in closer, silently commanding her to go deeper; my swollen
clit desperately craved her attention.
Her tongue flicked and swirled about me. Slowly at first, then firmer and faster as she sensed the climb to
my orgasm had begun. She continued to
lap, her saliva mixing with my flowing juices.
Higher and higher I climbed, her relentless tongue showing no mercy
until she finally pushed me over the edge.
I came violently, the warm waves of my orgasm rippled through my body
over and over again, sending me into another world. Never before had I experienced such an intense orgasm.
As I slowly regained my composure, I noticed Maya had begun
to undress. It was evident that she had
no intention of letting me leave without first making her cum too. One by one, she slowly unbuttoned her white
therapist’s dress, entertaining me with a provocative strip tease that was a sight
to behold. Seductively she pushed the
dress off her shoulders and I watched as it dropped to the floor. She stood before me, wearing a cream sheer
bra and knickers, and neutral coloured lace top stockings. I envied her youthful physique; Slim and
leggy, she looked gorgeous. I wasn’t
ashamed to admit to myself that I fancied her.
The silhouettes of her erect pink nipples were clearly visible through
her bra, the crease of her pussy peeked through the matching see through
knickers. I wanted her. I wanted to explore her, taste her and
devour her in the same hungry way she had just devoured me. She walked towards me and grabbed my hand.
Edging off the bed I rose to my feet. She led me around the corner to a wet room
tiled from floor to ceiling in stone, with a single gold shower-head mounted
upon the wall. She sauntered over to
wall and pulled a leaver, which turned the shower on.
A fine defused spray rained down upon the tiles as the room
steadily began to fill with steam.
Taking me by the hand she led me under the steady flow of hot
water. The oil coating my skin had
created a water resistant barrier. Droplets of water formed tiny pearlescent
beads that ran off my body. Maya was
drenched; her sexy underwear clung to her perfectly formed body. She was a beautiful mess, carefree and
totally oblivious to her smudged mascara.
Grabbing my wrists she pulled me onto the floor of the wet room. I stared up at her as she slowly began to
remove her knickers. A stream of water
ran down her lithe body and dripped off her tidy lips as she discarded the
delicate garment, kicking it to one side.
Sinking to her knees she pushed me back. Casually I leaned onto my elbows, supporting my weight as she
forcefully pushed my legs apart.
Straddling me, she slowly lowered herself down over my pussy in a
scissor-like fashion and I could feel the wet lips of her clean-shaven pussy
make contact with mine. Immediately she
began to grind herself into me, our moist folds locked in an intimate kiss as
she writhed rhythmically. This felt
heavenly; I could feel a second orgasm building. She persisted relentlessly, harder and faster, using me to make
herself cum. I showed no objection, my
hips gyrated to meet her thrusts as she moaned with pleasure. I sensed she was close too. We continued to pound away at each other,
our juices mixing together as we fucked under the soothing spray of the
shower. Maya came, releasing a drawn
out moan as her body shuddered around me.
My own orgasm followed shortly after.
Climbing off, she laid down beside me.
Taking me in her arms she held me in a comforting embrace and delicately
kissed my forehead, a wordless show of appreciation for what we had just done.
We lay in relative silence, gathering our thoughts before she clambered to her
feet, picked up her knickers and left the wet room, leaving me forever with the
lasting memory our intimate experience.
In the distance I could hear the faint sound of a voice calling
my name. The voice became louder and I
soon felt the presence of a hand gently shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes, I must have been dreaming. Maya was standing beside me as I lay on the
massage table, carefully trying to rouse me from my erotic yet impromptu
slumber. She needed me to vacate the
treatment room as she had but minutes to prepare for the arrival off her next
client.
Acknowledging her apologetically, I shrouded myself in the
towel and proceeded to gather my clothing.
Maya smiled and left the room allowing me some privacy to dress. As I pulled my jeans up over my hips I was
aware that my knickers were slightly damp.
How did that happen I thought?
Perspiration maybe? I had felt
hot underneath the confines of the towel.
Once fully clothed I left the treatment room. As I made my way out of
the room I was aware of some discomfort, my jeans annoyingly rubbed on my inner
thigh as I walked. I passed Maya once
more in the corridor. She glanced at me
as she walked on by. A knowing look
laced with an element of wickedness.
No, surely not. I had most
definitely dreamt the whole thing.
There was no way it really happened….
Or did it?
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