When it came to sports, Seraphine gave it everything. That's why she needed to wind down. And where better, she thought, than in the hands of a handsome young masseur at the Rackets Club?
Only this time, it was different. As Seraphine stretched out on her back, still soaked in her short black skirt and white T-shirt and wiggling her toes to get comfortable, she saw the masseur enter the room and caught her breath. Not only was it a woman but it was one of the most gorgeous women she had ever seen! So tall – perhaps 6 foot 1, with a dark brown complexion, bee-sting lips and twinkling greenish eyes that smiled and promised... well, Seraphine was not sure. "Hi I'm Sandy," the girl said. "I'm afraid Terry couldn't make it, but will I do?"
Seraphine was speechless for a moment. She was pretty heterosexual on the whole, with maybe one or two crushes and 'incidents' along the way. The last had been last summer – she'd been on holiday when the hotel nurse (a pretty Spanish girl with shy eyes and breasts that seemed, in Seraphine's eyes, somehow desperate to escape from her satin blouse) had treated Seraphine for a jelly-fish sting. Whether by accident or design, the gentle hand that spread ointment on her belly had strayed a little... Seraphine had even let the young nurse put her hand inside Seraphine's jeans and tight black panties – before being overcome with embarrassment and pulling away. She'd often thought about the incident later. What they might have done together, where she might have kissed the nurse...
Anyway, back in reality, the masseur had asked a question – will I do? – and Seraphine felt it was only polite to answer with a smile: "You will do nicely!"
"I am rather new to massage, I'm afraid," Sandy continued. "But if you tell me what you like, we should get along fine."
She walked over to the massage table and Seraphine noticed the sheen of her long dark thighs under the short white dress.
"Where shall we start? Perhaps at the feet?"
Seraphine nodded. It was actually hard to speak without betraying a kind of dryness of throat and huskiness of voice – signs that Sandy might have interpreted as arousal. That would never do!
"You have beautiful feet! But of course you do!" Sandy said. "The rest of you is absolutely gorgeous, so why should feet be the exception!" Seraphine was blushing now. She liked the way Sandy talked. Seraphine had not been feeling very confident lately, but yes it was true that she was attractive – she was happy with her thick short dark hair, her high cheekbones. A friend had told her she had an expression that could look cross but quickly turned into sultry. Seraphine knew too that she had an athlete's body – her thighs in particular were very strong and very long. She certainly worked at her figure.
"I might have taken you for a sprinter," Sandy said. "Only maybe you're bust is a bit big!"
Wow, that was quite personal – but kind of sexy! Seraphine's mind began to wander. What would it be like, she thought, if Sandy were permitted to explore under her T-shirt. Seraphine was starting to feel a kind of warmth under her short skirt and a stirring. The sensation was heightened when Seraphine felt the black girl's hands moving across her knees and up to her thighs.
"So tell me," Seraphine said, feeling bolder as her heart sped faster. "Do you ever get turned on when you're giving a massage?"
Sandy gave an inquisitive look that Seraphine could not quite interpret.
"I mean, you must come across some pretty attractive guys and... well, some pretty attractive people."
"You could say that," Sandy smiled, still not giving much away. "I normally try to keep it pretty professional."
Well that sounded a bit uninteresting, but there was a glimmer of something alluring. "Normally?" Seraphine asked, glancing at the masseur's cleavage as the black girl leaned forward to touch the upper reaches of Seraphine's thighs. Her delicate fingers were just at the hem of Seraphine's pleated skirt.
"Well, yes, I don't want to cause a stir or put anyone's back out," Sandy said. "And I am feeling my way in the job!"
Seraphine gave a little laugh, but she wasn't sure if the double-meaning had been intended.
"There was one lady," Sandy continued, "who somehow got me going."
"What was she like?" Seraphine asked excitedly.
"Oh she was very posh. Butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, if you know what I mean! Looked like a countess or something, bit of an Italian accent I'd say. I don't know exactly why, but there was some kind of chemistry there!"
