After a discreet knock, Lucie entered the room, turning on a CD player and filling the cabin with soft nature sounds. She placed a small pillow low under my stomach, softening the angle of my lower back then turned down the sheets to expose my back. She began a fairly traditional massage, initially focusing on my upper back and shoulders. She had strong hands and I relaxed with the long firm strokes along my spine. She paused to further remove the sheets and continued her motions along the side of my right hip, down to the back of my thigh. She used her thumbs along my hamstrings, her fingers trailing along my inner and outer thighs. The movement carried her hands back up towards my buttocks and she began slow kneading motions, pressing the cheeks together.
She paused again and I felt the trickle of warm oil at the base of my spine, tracing a line between my buttocks and between my legs. Her hands returned but this time, along my inner thighs, spreading my legs apart. My sense of somnolent relaxation had disappeared and I was now tense with anticipation. Was this leading up to the “deep” part of the massage?
One of her hands idly stroked along my back, while the fingers from her other hand followed the line the oil had taken. She played gently along my outer labia, coaxing it apart, brushing against my clit much too briefly. I was grateful for the pillow under me as it raised my pelvis slightly off the table, giving her better access – though I supposed that’s what she had intended. Her fingers moved closer to my clit and I bit my lip when they finally made contact, stroking in slow, lazy circles. The oil mixed with my own lubrication, her fingers feeling amazingly slippery. She eased a finger into my pussy, pressing down to my G-spot and using her other finger to continue the circles on my clit. I was brought back to the sauna last night and recalled the scene with the three other women. I remembered how the brunette had brought her hand around behind Tracy to finger her, much as I was being touched right now.
I quickly lost myself in the sensations – the rolling of my clit, the thrusting of her fingers inside me. I imagined she was becoming aroused by the excitement she was stirring in me and I wondered if she even felt the urge to rub herself against a client as she brought another woman to ecstasy.
I was already so aroused from the teasing earlier – I felt my orgasm building almost immediately. I pressed my hand to my mouth to smother my cries as I came, her finger easing away from my clit and slowing her movements inside me. She stroked my buttock and back as I quieted, then asked me to turn onto my back.
She removed the pillow as I rolled – I wondered what was in store next and if she would just finish the massage. She squirted more oil into her hands and started at my upper chest, massaging in circles, becoming smaller and smaller until reaching my nipples. She rolled and teased them into firm points, then brought her thumbs together between my breasts, drawing them in a line straight down to my navel.