I got the most amazing massage the other night.
I'm a single woman, and I own a company that does public relations. I make a great deal of money and stay at some of the nicest spots in the world. I have gone through at least a dozen men in the last 4 years since I started this company.
I was staying at a spa in the desert last week, on business. At the conclusion of my work, I thought that I would spend a day or so just relaxing. I had just landed a tremendous client, and it had taken everything I had to do it. I was beat, but happy. After cocktails one night I called my staff to fill them in and went to my room to shower and relax. I cancelled a dinner engagement with a colleague. I simply wasn't in the mood. I told him that I would see him back in town. Dinner in my suite, in front of the TV sounded great.
Dinner was great, but TV stunk, so I flipped through the catalogue of spa facilities. A massage was what I needed. The woman that answered, took my information and asked some questions about what I wanted. After a run down of my options, I ordered a heavenly blend of aromatherapy, deep tissue, followed by "full body caress". I had never heard of full body caress, but it sounded like the perfect finish to a massage.
An hour later my masseuse arrived. She was about thirty, small and cute. She had short blond hair and a creamy complexion. I would have thought she would be too perky if she weren't so professional. Her name was Camille and we talked about my work as she set up her table and accessories in the bedroom. She laid a sheet on the table and left the room telling me to take my time and call when I was ready. I removed my robe and panties and slipped under the sheet onto my stomach. She came when I called, and rolled the sheet down to the small of my back.
The massage was great! She was very professional and thorough. The aromatherapy was nice although I didn't see how it could really affect "my sense of inner calm". I asked her about the full body caress. She described it in detail, saying that it was generally designed around each client's comfort level. When I asked what that meant, she described it as being something that could be very gentle stroking over the less "personal" areas, or it could be a good deal more sensual, including the more "personal" areas.
"Is it sexual?" I asked.
"No, no. It's just very...sensual." She paused. "If it was done to a man, they would probably get aroused and find it sexual, but for women, I think it's different. Plus every woman has a different level of comfort with being touched."
After another long pause, I asked,
"What areas do you mean when you say "personal" areas?" Now she hesitated.
"Well...the buttocks, the breasts, the insides of the thighs. Please don't misunderstand, we don't masturbate our clients." She stammered.
We both were silent for awhile, considering what she said. After a couple of minutes I asked,
"How do you find out where someone's level of comfort lies?"
"Well, if someone requests the "full body caress", it usually means that they are at least comfortable with the concept of being caressed. Usually we just ask." She said quietly. After another very long pause she asked, "What do you think you would be comfortable with?" I considered for a long time.
"I'm not sure. Can we sort of wing it?"
"By all means. If I do something, or approach something that you don't like, just tell me."
"Fair deal." I told her.
The caress was wonderful!! Her hands were soft and supple, as they traced a tender pattern over my back and shoulders. They slid down over my lower back and onto my bottom just a bit. I made no move to stop her, so she continued. They glided over my bottom and down my legs. I remember thinking that I would fall in love with any man who could touch me this way. She spent a long time running from my shoulders to my feet and back again. I could feel myself nodding out a bit. She whispered something so quietly I couldn't hear.
"Hmm?" I asked, drowsily.
"You are so beautiful," she whispered again. I almost didn't hear it the second time.
"Thank you." I said sleepily. Then, "So are you." I awoke a bit at hearing myself saying that. I didn't mean to say that. It just popped out. She was lovely, but why would I tell her, I wondered?
"Beautiful bottom." Came another silent whisper, as her hands gently flowed over it. Both her soft hands were turning circles around both cheeks. It was heaven.
"Mmm." Was all that came out of me. Maybe I was asleep. Her fingers traced down over my thighs and back up the insides. My legs slid a little open, almost by themselves.
"Mmm hmm." She whispered, sighing. I remember thinking that this was certainly a "personal" area. But still made no motion to stop her. I came awake when her fingers traced a line over my pussy, then up my back. She worked my shoulders for a bit, and then back down to my feet. She gently, slowly traced that line over my pussy 3 or 4 more times. My legs seemed to creep open by themselves.
"You want to roll over?" she asked. Yes! I thought to myself.
I settled onto my back and she asked me if I wanted the sheet over me, holding it up.
