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Becky understood that her job was just a stepping stone to something better in her career, that if she really wanted to get ahead she had to start at the bottom, she just wished it wasn’t such physically punishing work. She spent long hours at the zoo for little money and she was always left physically exhausted at the end of everyday. She loved the animals and it made her feel good to care for them and know that she was contributing, but still, she wished it wasn’t so hard on her physically. At least all the physical labor made it much easier for the petite brunette to stay in shape. Her 5’3” frame had always been trim and petite, but from working out, and just plain working, she was sculpting her hard body into a work of art. Becky wasn’t over-defined, but her arms were cut and her tummy was getting there. Even though Becky was happy with the effect all the work was having on her body she still needed a break and when a friend gave her a three-day trip to a spa in the nearby Poconos she jumped at it. Of course she told him that it was too extravagant and she really couldn’t accept it, but she was dying for it on the inside and was relieved when he refused to take no for an answer, as she knew he would.
Becky threw everything she thought she would need into a bag and headed up the Turnpike to the resort. She packed mostly casual clothes, but there was supposed to be a nice restaurant on the premises, so she did bring one nice outfit. Becky drove up on Friday afternoon and arrived in time to take a swim before her first scheduled activity, which was a massage she was dying for.
It was an unusually warm spring in the mountains, but Becky was still glad the pool was heated when she dove in. She wanted to do laps, but she was so worn out that mostly she just ended up floating for a while. When she’d dropped her clothes on the chaise lounge she’d caught a couple men checking her out in her little black string bikini, which made her feel sexy. A guy sneaking a peek was cool, but she hated it when men leered at her, especially dirty old men. Actually from what she’d seen there seemed to be twice as many men at the spa as women, which made Becky happy. She’d be able to relax much better knowing the place wasn’t going to be a meat market. When she climbed out of the pool, the chilled air instantly hardened Becky’s nipples to little points that stuck through her bikini top and self-conscious she wrapped a towel around herself.
The small beeper clipped to Becky’s bikini bottom buzzed and vibrated, making her jump. The spa issued vibrators to all their guests to make sure they did not miss any of their treatment appointments. The beeper was powerful and with a naughty smile Becky wondered if she should have clipped it somewhere else. The scrolling message on the side reminded her that her massage appointment was in ten minutes in Room Four. That gave her just enough time to rinse and change.
The door to Massage Room Four was open, but no one was there, so Becky went inside and sat on the massage table. It was a small room with a curio in one corner holding oils and towels and an Asian screen in the other corner. The walls were painted a soothing peach colour. Becky saw a stack of CDs beside a player on the curio and went through them. She wondered if she was allowed to pick her own music. Becky liked quite a few of the CDs and decided that their owner had taste.
“You can put on anything you’d like,” came a voice from behind Becky, startling her. She turned around and found a beautiful woman standing behind her, closing the door. She looked very casual in cotton running pants with a stripe down the side and a tank top. Her long dark-blonde locks were pulled back in a ponytail and with her clear blue eyes she looked startlingly like a young Sheryl Crow, whom Becky had always found quite sexy. The woman smiled and said, “You must be my four o’clock, Becky. I’m Tricia.” The wattage of Tricia’s smile nearly matched Becky’s own brilliant smile and it set Becky right at ease. Tricia gave Becky a firm handshake.
After Becky selected a Jewel CD, Tricia handed her a towel and said she could step behind the screen and remove her clothes. There was a small table back there and Becky took the folded her clothes and laid them on it. She took her shoulder-length auburn hair out of the scrunchie and let it down. It felt kind of funny to be getting naked with a complete stranger just feet away. Becky had never had professional massage before and was apprehensive. Usually she didn’t like strangers invading her personal space. But she did love massages. She was glad that her masseuse was a woman. She knew that if it were a guy taking care of her she would have been much more tense.
Becky came out from behind the screen and saw Tricia heating a bottle of oil. “Just hop up on the table and I’ll be with you in a second.” Becky laid face down on the cushioned table and unwrapped her fluffy white towel so that it was just draped over her back. Tricia dimmed the lights and Becky closed her eyes. She must have nodded off because the next thing she was aware of was Tricia’s strong, gentle hands rubbing warm oil into her shoulders. Becky’s towel was pulled back so that it just lay over her ass.
Tricia’s hands were magical. Tricia was only about Becky’s size, maybe an inch or two taller, but she had power in that slim body. With strong fingers Tricia worked deep into the knotted muscles in Becky’s back, unrelenting until the muscles relaxed under her firm touch. There was a gentleness to Tricia’s touch too that Becky didn’t think a male masseuse would have had. When she wasn’t giving Becky a deep massage, Tricia gently caressed the smooth skin of Becky’s back, brushing aside the hair at the back of her neck and going all the way down to the cleft in the small of her back. Becky thought she might drift off again, but the massage felt so good that she didn’t want to miss a second of it. She felt a wave of complete calm and peace wash over her.
Tricia skipped down to Becky’s legs and worked her fingers into her calves, moving up to the backs of her knees and thighs. It felt like she was working with different oil now because it wasn’t just warm, but it left Becky tingling. And it was a very pleasant tingling. Slowly, Becky realized that she was tingling everywhere Tricia touched her, from her neck to her ankles and she blushed as she realized that Tricia’s touch had her turned on! She was glad the lights were so low that Tricia couldn’t tell she was blushing.
“So how long are you here for?” Tricia asked as she massaged Becky’s left leg.
Becky had trouble finding her voice, but she finally said, “Just the weekend.”
“Are you here with anyone?”
“No, it’s just me. This weekend was a gift from a friend.”
Tricia’s fingers were reaching higher and without realizing it Becky parted her legs just a little further. “Must be a good friend.”
“He’s a very good friend,” Becky answered with a soft sigh. Tricia’s fingertips kept brushing Becky’s inner thigh, one of the most sensitive places on her body and she fought to stay still. Was it normal to get so turned on by a massage, she wondered. Should it make a difference if it was a woman giving it? Becky decided it didn’t. She was just reacting to a touch and it didn’t matter if it was a man or a woman doing the touching, it just felt good. Really, really good. Becky was breathing heavier and she could feel her heart pounding. She wished Tricia’s hands would go just a little higher. As if she read Becky’s mind, when Tricia moved to her other thigh, she did reach higher, her fingers dipping past the towel that barely covered Becky.
“You’ll find that the people here are really friendly. I don’t know if you just wanted to keep to yourself this weekend, but if you feel like company I am sure you’ll find people to talk to.” Tricia’s fingers were so teasingly close to where Becky really wanted them that if she didn’t know better she would have thought the masseuse was teasing her on purpose. The tingling Becky felt was replaced by waves of warmth that passed through her body in time to Tricia’s massaging hands.
Becky was shy and she didn’t think she would have as easy a time meeting people as Tricia suggested, but she hoped the woman was right. Becky always found getting to know new people really interesting when she got comfortable with them. She felt very comfortable with Tricia, but she knew a lot of that was because of how relaxed and turned on Tricia had made her.
Tricia moved to the head of the table and Becky was disappointed that her hands left her thighs. Tricia leaned forward to rub Becky’s upper back and her snug tank top rode up. A little gold ring with a blue gem glinted in Tricia’s bellybutton, drawing Becky’s attention. Getting her belly pierced was an idea Becky had been toying with for a long time.
