Chapter 43 Vignette 41
Her heels clicked softly against the marble floor as she followed the receptionist down a dim hallway, the scent of eucalyptus and sandalwood thick in the air. The spa was quiet—almost too quiet. It was luxurious, private and secretive.
“You requested our premium relaxation package,” the woman said with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Room 7. He’s already waiting.”
He?
Amara’s throat tightened, but she nodded. This was supposed to be just once. One hour. One indulgence. Something to shake the stress from her body—and maybe, if the rumors were true, more than that.
She stepped into the room and froze.
He stood at the far end, dressed in a white short sleeve and plain white trousers. He looked young and she guessed him to be in his early 20’s. But since he was made to carry out the premium service he must be skilled enough. She thought.
As she stepped closer she noticed his heart shaped lips and perfectly trimmed hair.
“Welcome,” he said with an infectious smile. “There is a private room over there. You can take your clothes off and come back here for a soothing massage.” He pointed to a frosted glass door.
She nodded subtly and walked towards the door. She knew it was anticipation building up in her chest. What she didn't know was if it was as a result of the stress relieving massage she was about to receive or something else.
A few minutes later she emerged from the private room in red lingerie, a large percentage of skin exposed. The massage table gleamed under the low amber lighting. She slowly settled on the table, the plush sheets cool against her bare stomach and chest.
The young man took a bottle of oil and pressed it onto her back. The warm oil trickled down her spine. Then came his hands. Firm but gentle—too firm for someone with such gentle looks. It was controlled and unapologetic as he trailed his hands up and down her spine and ribs.
He didn’t ask her what kind of pressure she liked. He did it like he knew her taste before she even stepped in.
With every stroke, tension melted but heat rose. Her body was beginning to respond in ways she had expected. But she didn't expect it to be so soon.
She clenched her fists slightly beneath the table as his hands went slightly lower than he normally went.
“You carry a lot in your lower back,” he murmured. “But that’s not where your tension really is.”
She swallowed, lips parted slightly. There was no point looking back at him, his eyes were unreadable. But his hands were magical.
He poured more oil… on her thighs this time. She clutched her legs together but he gently parted them again.
“You'll enjoy any walk you take right after this.”
Her breath hitched as he pressed his hands to her fleshy thighs, kneading it smoothly without any form of friction. She sighed as his hands went slightly upper… to the lower part of her as cheeks. He went down again but continuously made his hands encroach even forward until he was officially massaging her as. She didn't utter a word or try to stop him. It was all part of the massage. Even her mind couldn't stop her from enjoying the moment.
Then he added some more oil to her back, continuing the massage from there—but only for a few minutes. The next moment he was back at her as, massaging… or maybe kneading. Grabbing. Squeezing.
He shifted her G-string to the side and slid his fingers slightly down, just between her as cheeks. But he withdrew and put it back in a circling motion.
She gasped when his fingers finally touched her wet cnt. Her breath ceased for a moment.
A few moments later, she no longer felt his hands on her body. She didn't turn to find out why. Maybe he went to get another oil. She thought, right in the midst of her lustful thoughts. She couldn't deny how his hands on her body made her feel.
Then she felt him near again—not just his fingers… his entire body too. The next thing she felt was his dk going directly into her psy.
Her eyes and mouth widened, but she tightened her lips as he went deeper. The young man let out a soft gasp, his hands holding his weight as his back stayed in slanted position, his hips pushing his dk in and out of her. Her brows folded as she moaned.
“Don't worry, ma’am it is all part of the premium massage you paid for. I'm just stretching and massaging your psy.” he said and she moaned softly.
His clothes weren't off. He only brought out his dk through his zipper's hole.
She was tasty and slimy. Her psy was just the perfect size for his dk—deep and tight enough to clench on his dk each time he thrusted in.
His hands were still oily. He squeezed them under her brasts and began pressing it… or maybe massaging it.
Her moans became slightly louder, she didn't even notice she was still breathing.
As soon as he felt her juices begin to drip off her, he pulled out and put her askew G-string back in order. Her eyes were half-closed as she bit her plump, cherry-red lips. He knew she wanted more, but that was all for the psy massage.
He made her turn face-up. Her full bbs fell to her sides, almost touching the table beneath her. He licked his lips and poured the oil on her stomach and bbs. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation. Her eyes were closed, her hips were circling on the table, waiting with bated breath for another touch from him.
She finally let out a broken moan, unable to hold back any longer when his hands grabbed her bbs.