Chapter 4: Spa Suspense
We entered the resort's spa. Dim white lights filled the space. Herbal scent greeted us. Soft traditional music was soulful to the ambience.
A receptionist guided us, "Ladies' section is this way, please," she said. We reached a booking desk, "We have two adjacent rooms now. They're soundproof and gadget-free. You can leave your mobile phones with us. Please enjoy the massage without any disturbance, ma'am."
Leena and I raised our brows but felt okay to surrender our phones.
I hissed on her ears, "Hope it is worthy. BTW do not bail out, if you need to show some skin. It's all part and parcel of massaging, old-schooler."
She grinned, eyes sparkling.
"And you don't get too wild, rebel," she teased.
We headed into out respective rooms. My door closed with a soft thud.
A petite Thai beauty did that for me. She smelled fresh, looked elite with dark hair in a sleek bun.
"I'm Isara, Ma'am," she smiled to welcome me. Her lilting accent was cute. There was a plush massage bed, silicone-lined and gleaming under soft light. "Please remove your dress and wear this massage robe, Ma'am. You can keep your bra and panties, if you wish to."
I preferred not to bare all like a shameless, in front of a new girl. I nodded and stepped behind a bamboo screen. I wore a sheer lavender crop top paired with free-size track pants. I slipped them off and kept my pink bra and panties. I tied the soft robe around me. I returned and lay on my back as Isara instructed.
"First your face, Ma'am," she said in a soothing tone. She poured cool herbal oil onto her palms and massaged my forehead, temples, and cheeks. Her fingers glided in slow circles. Then she moved to my hands, kneading my palms and stretching each finger.
"Please relax, Ma'am," she murmured, untying the robe's knots. She parted the fabric and slid it off. I was in my bra and panties. She placed a soft towel over my pubic area, as a sign of modesty. Its edges barely covered my hips. She let her fingers show her proficiency on my shoulders and collarbone, avoiding the bra, then worked down my arms and sides. The oil's herbal scent filled the air.
"You're so gentle, Isara," I said, feeling at ease. "By the way, what does it mean? Where're you from?"
"I'm from Thailand, Ma'am," she began, her hands pausing briefly. "Isara means freedom. But I hardly enjoyed it. My parents had sold me to a gang due to poverty. My good time, an NGO rescued me. They have trained me in massage and aroma therapy. Before coming to India I had worked in spas across Singapore, and Sri Lanka. My teens were a struggle, but I'm doing better now. Miles to go, Ma'am," She glossed over the shadows in her story. I didn't pry further, moved by her resilience. Her fingers resumed, easing the muscles on my upper chest with care.
Don't know, from the beginning I felt comfortable with her. Maybe because I liked her openness. "You're a strong girl, Isara," I said softly, holding her palm.
She smiled, "Thank you, Ma'am. Now, shall I please remove your bra? I need to apply a herbal sheet on your breasts."
She handed me a thin, translucent sheet, large enough to drape over my chest. I sat up, unclasped my bra, and set it aside. Lying back, I placed the sheet over my breasts. She helped me placing it correctly and sprayed some other herbal oil onto the sheet. The liquid soaked through, turning it transparent and sticky, clinging to my curves. My dark brown nipples became visible clearly, under the golden light.
"This keeps your breasts supple and soft, Ma'am. You will feel the difference after the massage," she continued explaining, "The herbs improve blood flow and relax the muscles. Let it sit for ten more minutes." A cooling sensation spread across my chest; the oil's mint or eucalyptus started its soothing and stimulating.
She let my boobs rest, allowing the herbs' effect to happen. The cooling tingle intensified, my breasts feeling light and alive. Isara returned, pouring warm gingely oil infused with some herbs in my deep navel and it brimmed.
"This will release your body heat ma'am," Her thumbs circled the dip, pressing gently. My belly quivered, a soft moan escaping. She kneaded my waist and lower abdomen. Her hands glided over the flesh above my hips.
"May I remove your panties, Ma'am?" she asked in a gentle manner, "I will cover you with this towel."
I nodded. She slid my panties down my thighs and I cooperated by lifting my hips. She adjusted the towel to barely cover my pubic area. I was nude then, except for the towel and the transparent herbal sheet on my breasts. Isara poured oil over my feet, massaging each toe with a soothing knuckling movement. Her thumbs pressed into my arches, sending tingles through my legs. Then she moved to my calves and squeezed them with her palms and slowly let her thumbs knead my thighs. Her hands grazed my inner thighs, and her fingers worked on my outer thighs. She stopped just where the towel ended. My thighs were hairy, which added more sensation.
She shifted to my lower abdomen, and her fingers traced the curve below my navel. My dense pubic hair peeked from under the towel's edge; dark, curly and coarse. The towel clung like a ribbon over my pussy.
Isara paused for a moment, "The sheet on your breasts is ready, Ma'am."
Isara cupped the sheet over my breasts.It crumbled into a fine herbal paste, mixed with the oil. She applied the paste around my nipples in slow, circular motions. My nipples stiffened to her sensual moves. This feels too good, I thought.
"Let it sit for five minutes, Ma'am," she said. My breasts bloomed with pleasure, my body aroused. As if intoxicated by herbal wine, my pussy pulsed a few time, a quiet throb.
"This massage is very relaxing, Isara. You are a pro!" I appreciated.
"Thank you, Ma'am. We are just half way through", she smiled and continued, "I am going to massage your back ma'am, to keep the paste from sticking to the table, please lean on your elbows and arch your back up on your knees," Isara said, her voice soft yet guiding.
I turned around and leaned into a doggy pose, my elbows supporting my weight. My knees pressed into the bed, and back arched. My breasts, coated with the herbal paste, were dangling freely due to gravity. The very little movements, allowed it to sway slightly with each breath. I felt exposed, yet the position gave me a thrill.
Isara poured a herbal soothing oil over my bare bum cheeks. It flew freely gliding down my curves, slick and culminated in my crack and reached my pussy, after drenching my anus. Her hands cupped the mounds, kneading with slow and rhythmic strokes. My breath quickened naturally. At times, her fingers dipped slightly into my other hole. It was an fleeting, teasing intrusion that sent sparks up my spine. I tightened my pelvic muscles instinctively. My bum arched higher, craving the oily caress. Then her hands worked deeper to ignite every nerve.
She focused on my back; drizzled more oil over my shoulder blades. Her palms pressed firmly and kneaded the tight muscles sore from the bull ride. The discomfort melted away; leaving my shoulders loose, light, and tingling with relief. A soft sigh escaped as my body relaxed into the rhythm of her massage.
Isara lowered her position and returned to my dangling breasts. Her hands slid beneath me. She wrapped my breasts one by one with both her hands, using her thumb and index finger; she formed ring and moved like milking a cow. She massaged with gentle, pulling strokes, wiping the herbal paste downward, culminating it onto my nipples and areolas. The paste thickened, forming a cool, tingling "nipple pastal" that clung to the sensitive peaks. My breasts quivered with pleasure as her fingers tugged softly. A shiver ran through me, my body alive with the intimate touch.
"Now, please lie on your back, Ma'am," Isara helped me to turn around. She gently placed the soft towel over my pubic area again, its edges barely covering my hips. Why are you covering it Isara? I found no purpose of the towel.
Isara massaged my sides and underarms; her fingers literally tickled me. I giggled, squirming. "The room is soundproof, Ma'am," she reminded me with a smile.
I let out a hearty laugh, the freedom exhilarating.
She applied a smooth paste to my face. "Close your eyes, Ma'am," she instructed. She placed cucumber slices over my eyelids, covering them with more paste and sealed my vision completely. I relied on my sense of touching completely. "Keep them closed," I heard her advising.
I felt the towel lift, cool air hitting my exposed pussy. I felt oil poured liberally over it and it was wetting my folds and trickling to my butt hole.
"You're very hairy, Ma'am," Isara said and I felt a soft comb parting my pubic hair to the sides. She cleared the way for the massage. "Such a large clit," she murmured, her voice reverent.
Her oily fingers separated my pussy lips and gently massaged the folds. My body trembled. I could not contain anymore and let out a moan--Ohhh... mmm...
Touch me there more,Isara -- I thought. She rubbed around my clit with slow strokes; then massaged my pussy with both hands in tandem. I was pushed into a trance and I spread my legs in a V-shape to give her better access. My hips bucked as there was a sudder surge of pleasure. My pussy quivered under her skilled hands.
Isara moved one hand to my breasts and massaged my nipples along with the special paste she applied earlier. She let her fingers play with my pussy in unison. My body was experiencing an unique sensation. Aww.. Aww... I moaned louder--Mmm... ahhh... She wiped the paste off my nipples, leaving them clean and sensitive. There was a sudden pause in touching, that made me restless--I wanted to see what was happening. But before I do, I found her fingers spread my pussy lips wider.
"I think you are not a virgin, Ma'am," she said, studying my pussy.
I smiled, and said in a voice husky, "I am still a virgin to a cock," I teased, hinting at my familiarity with masturbation.
"Shall I do an intimate massage, if you wish, Ma'am?" Isara skeptically asked.
"Still intimate? What about all the stuff you've done so far?" I replied, curious.
