Sarah and her friend Lisa had spent the morning at the sales, they both love browsing around and searching out the bargains, and today had been particularly good, both women were in a happy mood.
"Where shall we go for lunch?" Sarah asked,
"I don't know what I fancy," Lisa replied, then on reflection she said, "Why not go to that new Indian restaurant that opened a couple of weeks ago?"
"Yes that suits me," Sarah agreed.
They entered "The Spirit of India," restaurant and were greeted by an attractive Indian lady about 30 years old, long black hair and big dark eyes that make Asians so attractive.
"Hello ladies, a table for two?"
"Yes please," Sarah responded, and the Indian lady led the way to a quiet corner of the room. She seated the two friends then went away while they studied the menu.
Sarah and Lisa had a laugh while they tried to decide what they wanted to eat. The waitress came back and helped them with descriptions of what the dishes were, All the while she looked intently at Sarah's face as she noted their choices, her gaze was so piercing that Sarah felt a little uneasy in her stomach.
The food duly arrived and both women agreed it was delicious, They were quite satisfied and Sarah's earlier unease was forgotten. The waitress came back to ask if they had enjoyed their meal, and she stayed to chat, Sarah quickly noticed that she seemed to be focusing all of her attention on her and hardly looked at her friend at all. She asked Sarah what they had been doing, and Sarah told her about the shops.
"You must be tired," she said.
"Oh we are," Sarah replied and her eyes locked with those of the waitress. Sarah felt herself being drawn to the Asian woman, and her pulse quickened.
"You need a massage to relax you," the waitress smiled.
"I do have a massage sometimes, and I do enjoy them," Sarah countered.
"You won't have had the kind of massage I give," The Indian lady said mysteriously, "Why don't you let me relax you?"
She seemed to be casting a spell over Sarah, who felt resistance draining away.
"OOH, I don't think I have time for a massage now," Sarah said rather feebly,
"You will love it, come into my parlour and I will show you, Afterwards you will be totally relaxed."
Sarah glanced at her friend.
"Go on Sarah, stay," Lisa urged, "it sounds exciting, I will pick up the children from school, and you can tell me all about it later." Without further argument, Lisa stood up and left.
Sarah felt a little anxious and apprehensive, then the Indian lady again looked into her eyes and she immediately felt reassured.
"My name is Rashmika," she introduced herself, "Come with me," and she took Sarah by her hand and passed through a bead curtain into a comfortable room with thick carpet and sofas and lots of cushions scattered about. "What is your name?" she asked, and Sarah told her.
Rashmika held both of Sarah's hands as she said, "Sarah, I give Yoni massage."
Sarah had no idea what that was, but with the Rashmika's eyes once more captivating her, any remaining unease evaporated.
Rashmika continued, "Yoni is a Sanskrit word for the female vagina, what I will show you is a celebration of your vagina. Through there is a shower room," she indicated an adjoining room, " I want you to take a hot shower, please use the scented oils you will find there, then wrap yourself in a towel and return here."
Sarah undressed a little nervously, wondering why she had allowed herself to be there, but as she stood under the hot needles of water, the scented oils filled her nostrils as she spread it over her body and she felt excitement welling up inside her. She reflected that she had never heard of Yoni massage and wondered somewhat apprehensively what Rashmika meant when she said it would be a celebration of her vagina. Instinctively, Sarah ran her fingers over the smooth hairless lips of her pussy, and wondered idly if Rashmika would touch her there, Smiling slightly, she turned the water off, dabbed herself dry, wrapped herself in a fluffy towel, and returned to the room where Rashmika was waiting.
Rashmika had changed into a beautiful full length Saree and she took Sarah's hand and led her to a smaller inner room. The lights were low and in the centre there was a bed with pillows and cushions. Candles burned around the room and incense filled the air, It was intoxicating to Sarah.