"Does this feel good? Just relax, let yourself go."
I moan involuntarily as I feel Lori's hands, covered in warm oil, work their way down my spine. Her expert fingers massage my muscles in a circular motion, her hands sliding lower, her fingers hesitating where the towel rests loosely on my hips. I take a deep, shaky breath.
"Jasmine, you have been coming here for a month now, you need to relax." Lori's voice is soft, deep and sexy, which sends chills down my spine. She moves, her fingers curl, her nails trace lines on my skin. I intake my breath sharply.
Laughing, she moves to the end of the table and begins massaging my feet. Her hands are strong and yet somehow gentle as they glide inch by inch, over the skin working up my calf to my thigh. Her hands gently knead the skin, getting closer to my inner thigh where her fingers absently skim the edge of my panties, lingering there, or did I imagine it? She then makes her way to the top of my other thigh and then down, slowly. My body is achingly aware of how soft and gentle her hands are, leaving my skin tingling and my heart pumping. When she gets to my calf, my intake of breath causes her to pause.
"Sore spot there?" She questions as she massages the spot a bit harder. "It's from wearing those high heels. They look great on you, but they play havoc on your muscles."
After a few moments, she slowly, agonizingly works her way back up the inner part of my thigh, once again touching the crotch of my panties, which have begun to dampen, I hold my breath waiting. Can she see a damp spot? Feel it? I swallow hard, waiting. The intercom crackles, breaking the tension in the room.
"Lori?" crackles Kiki, the owner of the massage parlor, "Are you almost done with Jasmine? We need to close up early tonight, remember?"
Lori walks over to the wall intercom, "Yes, Kiki. I'm done. We will be right out."
I sit up and begin securing the towel to cover my semi-bare body taking a quick glance at Lori and see her watching me. We look at each other for a moment, not saying a word, our eyes saying everything. My body betrays me, sending jolts of electricity through me. My nipples harden. Unspoken words that, if said, would have ruined the moment or perhaps have sounded foolish. I feel my face heat up and am sure that my cheeks are bright red. I lower my gaze first and pretend to fix my towel. I feel, rather than see Lori walk towards me.
"Hey," she says, lifting my chin and looking deep into my eyes, "I'll meet you outside to book your next appointment." I nod and find myself waiting. Waiting to feel her lips brush against mine, but instead her finger tips my nose and she walks out of the room. I close my eyes, shaking my head, feeling a bit confused. I hurriedly get dressed remembering my date with Tony.
Still contemplating my reaction, I walk out of the room and notice that Kiki and Lori are having a heated argument. When they hear my approach they turn and watch as I walk towards them. I smile, feeling a tugging in my body as I watch each girl's gaze sliding up my body, from head to toe. I know I look very good today, the form fitting black dress I am wearing hugs the curves of my body, strappy black heels, my brown hair in soft curls framing my face.
All the while I am watching Lori and when her eyes finally reach mine, I get a familiar tingling in my pussy. Feeling a bit anxious, I nervously lick my lips, immediately drawing her attention there. She smiles at me, crinkling her nose and giving me a wink. My hand involuntarily reaches to my breast, palm flattening, I slowly slide my hand down my torso, over my firm abdomen, quickly over my mound, across my leg to my side smoothing out my dress. Lori has watched the whole, quick movement. I turn to look at Kiki who is oblivious to what is happening, her head bent over the appointment book as she tells me when my next appointment is and then enters it in the book.
When I say my goodbyes, Lori smiles, gives me a quick wink, turns around and makes her way back into the massage room. This gives me a chance to watch her as she walks. The slow swaying of her hips is mesmerizing. For the first time, I see her without her white lab coat. Her athletic, lithe body, framed perfectly with spandex shorts, gives perfection to a shapely backside. I absently touch my own backside wondering if it looks just as good. I also wonder if she knew I was watching at her. When she disappears through the doorway, I say goodbye to Kiki, who murmurs a "goodbye" in return.
Sitting in traffic, my mind wanders to the first day I came to the Lotus Massage Parlor. I work for a large record company in the City, which has just acquired a very influential musical client who, as my boss has ordered, "Wants to be waited on hand and foot and we will do this to keep her satisfied." My staff and I have been working very long hours trying desperately to keep her "satisfied". During a rare lunch hour, my secretary, Patricia, hearing my cry of pain when I bent over to pick up a file, suggested that I get a massage. She told me about Lotus, telling me how wonderful both Lori and Kiki make her feel and warning me that Kiki's massages are a bit rough while Lori's massages would not only help my back pain, but would relieve all the tension that has been building up these past few months.
She was right of course. I have suffered through two of Kiki's massages, thinking that she would beat the pain back into me which is why I try my hardest to book each appointment with Lori and in doing so, we have become quite friendly. We have talked about her relationship with Kiki and I have told her about my current "relationship" with my friend, Tony.
Lori is a stunning woman, with soft, shiny black hair, that she normally keeps in a bun. She has light brown skin, full red lips and blue eyes, a beautiful combination, making her look very exotic. Today was the first time I had actually seen her body as she is always wearing a white lab coat, which, I assume, is the outfit that Kiki prefers her masseuses to wear.
I have fantasized about being with other women, and Lori does excite me in a way I never thought possible, but I have never thought about pursuing that sexual urge, until today. As I continue to think of Lori and questioning my sexual preference, my cell phone rings. I smile when I hear Tony's voice on the other end.
"Hey, beautiful, " Tony says. "Are we on for tonight?"
"Yes, if I ever get out of this traffic! " I moan, looking outside my car window and suggest that we meet at one of the restaurants not too far away from where I am and start to get a warm feeling inside. Tony is a wonderful guy, handsome, tall, funny. He has these soft, brown eyes that send shivers down my spine whenever he looks at me. Full, kissable lips and a body! Oh my! He has wonderful shoulders, so muscular that lead to a perfectly sculpted back and rock hard butt! He and I met at a health club we were members of in the City. While working out on side by side treadmills we got to talking, realized we had a lot in common to the point where we could almost read each other's minds. We became instant friends. He is what I consider a "friend with benefits".
It took awhile before he made his first move but when he did, it was as if we had been lovers forever. The best part is that he is a great lover, always taking his time with me, never rushing to get the "deed" over. I knew tonight would be the same. Not that our relationship has gotten into a pattern, it's just that we can barely keep our hands off one another. After dinner we would head back to either his apartment or mine and have sex. Something I haven't had in about two weeks and was anxiously awaiting; the feel of his hands and lips on my body. I take a deep breath smiling to myself.
I see Tony standing outside the restaurant and am immediately aware of my body's reaction to him. God, he looks good! I ponder about telling him I think we should skip dinner altogether, but my tummy growls and realize I haven't eaten much today. We hug each other tightly and I take a deep inhale of his cologne. "Mmm..you smell good" I whisper in his ear. Stepping away and holding me at arms length, he does a slow appraisal of my body suggesting that we eat as quickly as possible.
Dinner was delicious, the conversation light with tons of sexual overtones, my rubbing his leg with my foot doesn't help much either, so we decide to skip dessert altogether. When we finally make it to my apartment, Tony's hands are up my dress before I even shut the door. Murmuring against my lips how much loves the way my legs feel without stockings, how soft they are. I feel my skirt lifting higher as he slowly slides his hands under the hem, gripping my hips, slowly sliding his fingers inside my lacy tanga . . . down the round fullness of my ass, languidly up once again to my hips . . . his hands so warm as they lay flat against my stomach for a moment before running a finger down the center, caressing the lips of my wet slit lingering there before moving backward dipping into my wetness. I close my eyes pressing my body against his, feeling the warmth of his body through his clothes. All of a sudden Lori's face appears, snapping me back into reality. Tony, noticing the change in my demeanor, pulls away, looking at me with inquisitive eyes.
"What's up?"
"Nothing. Just let's go in there." I say, taking his hands and leading him to my bedroom, while he lifts up my hair and kisses the back of neck. I giggle and turn to him as we reach the edge of my bed. His tongue tracing a fiery path down my neck stopping only to remove my dress and toss it to the floor. He grabs my waist and effortlessly lifts me up. I wrap my legs around him bracing myself as he drops me down on the soft bed, his body pushing me deep into the mattress. His lips are so soft as they nibble on my neck pausing to lick the skin, causing tiny goose bumps to form on my legs. As his hands run over my thighs he laughs whispering in my ear how much he loves being able to do that to me.
I pull my legs tighter around him, drawing him closer to me, moaning as his tongue begins its descent. I arch my back as his hands flatten against it, drawing my body closer to his mouth. With one quick movement, he undoes my bra, using his chin to slide the straps from my shoulders leaving tiny kisses in their place. His tongue slowly circles my breast, linger on my hard nipples, tugging, nipping gently. I moan as he moves to position himself lower between my legs, his tongue trailing down my stomach, leaving a wet path in its wake, lower still passing my mound. I arch my hips, wanting him to lick me through my panties, but he only grazes it with his chin, licking the crevice between there and my thigh, then down my leg, hesitating at my knee. Deliberately, he begins working his way slowly up the other leg nipping the soft skin of my inner thigh up to the moist area throbbing between my legs. When he pauses, I look down at him, smiling.
