A few months ago, for my birthday, my roommate got me a gift card for a free, hour-long full body massage from a local spa. She handed it to me in a pink envelope, which read 'Happy Birthday Courtney'. I thanked her for the gift but never actually thought I'd use it. But eventually the stresses of college grades and work finally caught up to me and I decided it would do me some good.
When I called, some guy with an accent scheduled my appointment for 10:30am the next morning and asked me for the address. At first I was confused but was informed that rather than me going to the spa, the masseuse would come to my house.
I woke up the next morning around 9 o'clock. My roommate had already left for work and I was all to myself. After I ate breakfast and took a shower I sat on my bed and painted my toenails while waiting for the masseuse to arrive. I wondered if it would be the guy on the phone. He sounded like he was attractive. Finally at about 10:45 the doorbell rang and I quickly got up to answer it hoping the guy who would soon have his hands all over my body, was someone I wouldn't mind being touched by. But to my surprise I opened the door to a female.
"Hello, my name is Jana." She said. "I'm here for the 10:30 appointment."
She was probably about late twenty's maybe thirty , with shoulder-length brown hair and smooth tan complexion. She wore a black skirt a few inches above the her knees, and a blue sleeveless , v-neck top.
"I apologize for being late." She said as I invited her inside. "I had trouble finding the address."
We went on to my room where she handed me a towel and told me to undress and make my self comfortable on the bed. Then she left the room.
'Oh well', I thought to myself. 'If it had been a guy he probably would have been gay and overly-professional.' I took off the shirt I was wearing and tossed it on the bed, then pulled off my pajama shorts and did the same. With no panties underneath I was completely naked. I had never had a professional massage before. I didn't know if I was to be completely nude or not. 'Oh well.' I thought. 'That's what the towel is for.'
I laid face down across the foot of the bed and covered myself with the towel. When she returned she was carrying a large hand bag from which she set out many different bottles of lotions and oils.
She poured a hand full of massage oil and began with my neck and shoulders. I was instantly relaxed by her touch. I closed my eyes and let out a relaxing sigh. She was very good at her job. After giving a considerable amount of attention to my shoulders she continued slowly downward, to my sides and lower back. Then seeming to ignore the towel that was over my butt, she slid her hands underneath it firmly massaging my ass. I didn't mind though it felt good. After a moment she pulled the towel away and tossed it on the bed beside me.
"Those things just get in the way." She said. "Keeps me from doing my job." She slid her warm oily hands down between my thighs. I felt the edge of her fingers briefly brush my clit. I tensed up a little and gave a short, almost silent gasp. "Oh, I see your a little sensitive there." She said continuing down to the bends of my knees. "No." I said relaxing again. "Just slightly ticklish." She gave a subtle laugh as she gently bent my leg to massage my ankles and feet.
I wonder if she realized what she had done. I wonder if she meant to. It felt good and I wondered if she'd do it again. She applied more oil to my feet as she carefully massaged my soles and between each of my toes. Then she worked her way back up the inside of my legs until she reached the same spot as before. And again I felt the edge of her fingers brush against my pussy. I slightly parted my thighs giving her hands more room to work but she didn't seem to notice as she moved upward eventually back to my shoulders.