“I don’t need the towels.” I shed the robe and climbed onto the table, with Nicole’s assistance, then positioned my head in the cushioned donut as instructed. For a moment, a surge of panic made me hesitate. What if I got really turned on during this massage? I was already halfway there, thanks to my incredibly hot masseuse. Just the thought of her kneading my lower back made me salivate.
With a sigh, I pushed my concerns aside. She was a professional, after all. I was sure that she’d encountered all kinds of embarrassing situations with the women she’d served. I closed my eyes and settled into position on the massage table.
I was acutely aware of Nicole’s presence as she moved closer. The delicate floral scent of her perfume wafted across the space between us, and I licked my lips. I longed to taste her, to run my tongue over her skin.
“I’m going to start at your feet,” she said. “I’ll be using some scented oils, but don’t worry—they’ll be nice and warm.”
Her hands made contact with my feet, and I swallowed hard as a flood of desire rushed through me. She spread the oil up my calves and thighs, and then she returned to my feet. Slowly, she massaged the soles and kneaded my calf muscles, making me groan with pleasure—a combination of relief and arousal.
“There’s a lot of tightness in your muscles,” Nicole said. “You must have been on your feet all day.”
“It was a really busy show.”
Her hands moved up my thighs, and her thumbs brushed against my ass before she moved away again. I bit back a moan. Nicole paused to dribble some more oil along my thighs and then worked it slowly and deliberately into my skin. I could feel my soreness fading and my stress ebbing away, but I was also acutely aware of the heat between my thighs. I was starting to get wet, and I wondered if Nicole would notice.
However, once she finished with my thighs, she moved away. I was both relieved and disappointed.
“I’ll work on your neck and shoulders now.” She came around to the front of the table. I opened my eyes and gasped. Her mound, encased in the thin, stretchy fabric of her yoga pants, was an inch from my face. She reached out and applied steady pressure on either side of my neck, and I groaned with pleasure.
“Try to relax,” she said. “I can feel some knots in your muscles, and I’ll work on those areas first. Just let go of all your tension and stress.”
Relaxing was easy if all I had to let go of was stress. However, trying to deny the urgent need building deep within my groin was another matter. With every touch, Nicole was sending signals straight to my pussy, and I knew I was dripping wet—certainly wet enough to notice if she looked in the right spot.
After a few more minutes of agonizing ecstasy, Nicole stopped. “I’ll finish up on your lower back,” she said, “and then you can turn over so I can do the front.”
She disappeared from my limited field of vision, but soon her hands were sending shock waves through my body as she drummed her fingers across the small of my back. Before long, her hands slipped lower and cupped my ass. I did my best to repress a shudder of desire.
She gripped my ass cheeks tighter and then parted them slightly. I clenched my jaw, trying not to arch my back in response. I longed for her fingers to stray, for them to trail down toward my swollen pussy lips. Much to my disappointment, Nicole’s touch remained calm and professional, avoiding any danger zones. After a while, I managed to regain control of my urges and relaxed just a little more, enjoying the sensation of her warm hands kneading my well-oiled flesh.
“It’s time to turn over.“ Her voice had dropped in pitch and was softer, almost a whisper.
My cheeks flushed as I realized that I couldn’t hide my arousal any longer. My nipples were as hard as two pebbles, and I could only hope that Nicole would think it was due to being chilled from not having any clothes on.
I held my breath as I turned over. I lay on my back, staring at the ceiling, and squeezed my legs together. Nicole leaned over me, and my eyes opened wider. I could clearly see two distinct bumps where her tank top clung to her breasts. I couldn’t help wondering if she was enjoying this massage as much as I was, and for the same reasons. The moment passed, however, and I soon realized I was being ridiculous. She had given me no indication that she was attracted to me.
She started working on my shoulders again, and I closed my eyes. Her hands brushed against my breasts for a moment, and I sighed. And yet, she stayed away from my nipples, which tingled all the more, longing for her touch.
Her fingers trailed down my stomach, and she worked the area just above my mound. By now, I was pinning everything on the hope that her fingers would slip and end up rubbing against my swollen clit. Once again, I was disappointed.
Gradually, she moved down to my thighs. She kneaded and pummeled my muscles, traveled down to my feet, and then back up again. She grasped my thighs with each hand, her thumbs resting just below my crotch. Instinctively, I parted my legs. I no longer cared if she saw how wet I was.
Just then, her thumbs brushed against my swollen outer lips. My eyes flew open, and a moan escaped from my throat.
Nicole stared into
