Marie massaged her thumbs from the base of my skull, along my trapezius to my shoulders in long strokes. Her fingers brushed along my collarbones and gradually moved lower onto my chest. She paused to neatly fold the sheet below my breasts before warming more lotion in her hands, and matter-of-factly massaging them in firm circular motions. The movements brought her hands inevitably to my nipples and she circled them as well. I swallowed, wondering what else she had in mind, but enjoying the erotic connection between my nipples and my pussy. I kept my eyes firmly closed, wishing for the blonde woman from the sauna again but not wanting Marie to stop what she was doing either.
“Est-ce que vous avez un massage aujourd’hui?” she asked quietly.
“Uh,” I had to clear my throat before I could speak. Did I have a massage today? “Oui,” I responded after a moment. “Avec Lucie.”
She brushed once more against my nipples and said, “Ah! Excellent.” She pulled the sheet over my breasts and patting my shoulders firmly, instructing me to lie quietly for a few minutes before getting up. I was to dress in my bathrobe and return to the lounge upstairs where Lucie would find me for my massage. She left the room and I remained motionless, conscious of an acute disappointment, and also of the moisture that had gathered between my legs during the facial. I wondered if I should take care of the build up of sexual tension myself before trying to relax for a massage, but was too self-conscious that someone might walk in.
In the end, I pulled myself together and went upstairs as instructed. Several other women were in the lounge, either sipping at glasses of cold water, or chatting quietly with one another. All of us were wearing the same fluffy white bathrobes and black flip-flops. I felt a giggle bubbling up as I compared the image to that of a cult. Well, at least they offered fruit-infused water rather than “Kool-Aid,” I thought, chuckling to myself.
I didn’t have long to wait, before a tall slender woman with a long brown braid called my name. She had delicate features with clear blue eyes, and she was wearing a comfortable fleece pullover with yoga pants. She chatted with me in French as I followed her out past the hot tubs to a series of cabins overlooking the river. The sun was warm and the steam coming off the hot pools wasn’t as thick as it had been the night before. There were a few women relaxing in the water and I thought I recognised the petite brunette from the sauna.
Lucie led me into the farthest cabin, closing the door behind me. She asked me the usual health questions and whether I had any problem areas on which I would like her to concentrate. She smiled when I mentioned Lamya and Shannon’s names and asked if I was interested in the “deep massage” she had given Lamya. I’d had deep tissue massages before and always found them incredibly effective, so I said yes.
She instructed me to lie naked under the sheets and she would return in a few minutes. Once I was alone, I took a quick look around the small cabin. It smelled faintly of cedar and incense and was nicely heated. A large window made up the entire back wall and faced directly out onto the river behind the resort. When I lay on my stomach on the table, I found myself able to look directly through the window, giving the illusion of being outdoors and completely isolated.