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.
