“My panties, too?” I gasped as she slipped to her knees before me again. That submissive-seeming act, but she stared up at me with authority. This was her massage parlor. Like a judge in a courtroom, she ruled here.
“And shoes,” she purred, grabbing my right foot and lifting it. I shuddered at how intimate it was for her to slowly pull off my three-inch pumps, her hand caressing my foot in the process. I shivered, the heat growing between my thighs.
“Cute feet,” she said as she drew off the other shoe, her finger following down my sole, stroking the bottom of my foot. This strange tingle raced through me. I shivered, my breasts rising and falling with my breathing.
What was this place? If Olivia hadn’t told me this was the stress relief I needed…
“And now the panties,” she said, her hands sliding up my thighs, just a light graze. Her touch electrified my skin. I swallowed. It was her job to touch me. I just had to relax. Nothing strange or unusual about a masseuse touching her client.
She slid her hands over my cream-hued panties, touching the satin. “These are so cute, pretty lady.”
“Thanks,” I said. Juana hooked them and then tugged them down.
Slowly.
She worked off the cloth while my cheeks burned. Kneeling, her head was at the same level as my pussy. She exposed my black bush. The panties slid over my plump butt-cheeks. Then they were down my thighs. The way she stared at me, I had this strange idea that she wanted to feast on me.
The nervous writhe in my stomach increased. I wanted to flee. I wasn’t into women. I didn’t want her to do that to me. I squeezed my eyes shut. Of course, she wouldn’t do that. This place couldn’t do that. My friend didn’t send me to some strange bordello masquerading as a massage parlor.
A woman’s only massage parlor.
“There you are,” she said as she tugged my panties down my thighs. Her knuckles caressed my skin, generating heat that rippled through me. My pussy drank it in. I hoped she didn’t notice anything. Over the cinnamon, I caught a faint, familiar scent.
Cheeks flaming, I stepped out of my panties. She rose and carefully folded them before adding them to the pile of clothing. I moved to the bed even as I considered fleeing from here. I sat down on it, squirming. I was too nervous. This wasn’t relaxing me. It was just stressing me out. I was on my lunch break. I didn’t want to waste it.
“Lay down on your belly,” she said, picking up the back massager. Its white end was as thick as a soda bottle and ended in a round column. Like a wand. She turned it on and it buzzed, the end fuzzing along the edges. “Put your head in the cutout. It’s to support you and let you feel comfortable.”
“Okay,” I said and obeyed.
As I moved into position, she also grabbed a dark-amber bottle. She brought it over to the bed and hummed, almost drowned out by the vibrator. I stretched out on my back, glad to hide my breasts. I shifted into position and placed my head in the cutout.
“You’re going to love this, pretty lady,” purred Juana. Her voice had a sensual cadence to it.
I gasped as she drizzled the oil across my back. She spread it in a long, sinuous line. I shuddered at her touch. Then her hand spread it across my skin, her fingers kneading and working. They felt… relaxing. Skilled. Her touch held purpose.
A professional.
My nervousness slowly faded. I breathed in the relaxing cinnamon. She moved her hand down my lower back closer and closer to my plump ass. She paused and then drizzled the liquid across my butt-cheeks. Her hand slid over my rump, fingers digging into my flesh. I let out a little groan. That felt nice. Not in a sexual way, but just to have my muscles massaged.
“Mmm, there you are,” she purred and then pressed the back massager right between my shoulder blades.
I gasped at the humming vibration massaging my skin. My fingers flexed. My toes curled. A soft sigh escaped my lips. It felt incredible on my skin. It wasn’t just vibrating, it was warm. A soothing heat that mixed with the buzzing touch.
I closed my eyes and relaxed into the massage. Juana worked it in slow circles, spreading out across my oiled back. It caressed my muscles. Teased them. She moved it over my shoulder blades. She pushed my hair back to work it against my neck. Her free hand kept stroking my lower back, hardly noticeable as she worked the amazing toy.
I groaned.
Sighed.
Enjoyed it.
She moved the massager around my back, knowing just where to pause and really let it work into my flesh, pressing into knots of tension. They relaxed away. It was incredible. I could just let her do this all day. The buzzing heat drew all my attention. I was vaguely aware of her hand massaging my rump.
Didn’t care about it one bit.
The buzzing moved lower and lower. She slid it over my spine. I gasped when she found this knot halfway down. My back arched, pressing my breasts into the table. She dug the wand massager there, working on it.
Her fingers dipped into my crack. I didn’t care. I just loved that massager. I whimpered.
“Mmm, pretty lady, right there, huh?” Juana asked. “All that stress from your dickhead husband. What a little bitch for cheating on such a beauty.”
“Yes,” I moaned.
“And you’ve been working all those long hours. They’ve been taking their toll on you. Draining your spirit. I can tell. Just let me massage it all away, pretty lady.”
“You’re doing so good,” I moaned, the vibrating warmth moving lower and lower. I gasped when she reached my tail bone. “Oh, that’s good.”
“Yes, yes, you have a lot of tension there. I got you, pretty lady.”
Her hand slid down my rump through my crack. Her finger brushed my taint and almost my pussy before she was stroking her oiled hand down my thigh. I didn’t mind. I just moaned, lost to the delight of the back massager working away my tension. My toes curled, feet twitching.
Her hand slid up and down my thigh, spreading the oil with her massaging touch. She dug into my muscles, a small delight compared to the relaxing buzz off the massager. It moved over my rump now, following wherever hand had touched.
She worked it in slow circles on my right butt-cheek, pressing it into my plump flesh. I whimpered and moaned. I could almost fall asleep enjoying this. Her hand massaged my legs, moving from thigh to thigh as she worked the massager.
She slid it over my butt-crack. The rounded, buzzing tip pressed between my asscheeks for a moment. My asshole puckered, but the humming tool didn’t touch it. Then she was massaging along the other side of my rump.
“Oh, yes,” I sighed, her hand digging fingers into my inner thigh. “That’s good.”
My legs parted to let her work while that hot massager soothed everything away. I was in heaven. It worked lower across my butt-cheek, following the dipping curve. Then it slipped between my thighs.
It pressed against my pussy.
I gasped at the buzzing heat rubbing at my vulva through my bush. Sparks burst from my clit. The vibrator moved onto my inner thigh. The contact with my pussy was a brief touch. Accidental. I shuddered, my labia aching, wanting it to return.