The door to Massage Room Four was open, but no one was there, so I went inside and sat on the massage table. "You can put on anything you'd like," came a voice from behind, startling me. I turned around and found a beautiful woman standing behind me, closing the door. She wore yoga pants with a stripe down the side and a tank top. Her long dark-blonde locks were pulled back in a ponytail and she had clear blue eyes, which I had always found quite sexy. The woman smiled and said, "You must be my four o'clock." Her smile was so warm and bright, and it set her right at ease.
After she selected some music, she handed me a towel and said I could step behind the screen and remove her clothes. I took my long auburn hair out of its ponytail and let it fall down. It felt kind of funny to be getting naked with a complete stranger just a few feet away. I'd never had a massage by a woman before and I was feeling a little apprehensive at this point, especially after seeing how pretty she was. Usually I didn't like strangers invading my personal space. But I did love massages.
I came out from behind the screen and saw her heating a bottle of massage oil. "Just hop up on the table and I'll be with you in a second." I laid face down on the cushioned table and unwrapped my towel so that it was just draped over my back. She dimmed the lights and I closed her eyes. I must have nodded off because the next thing I was aware of was her firm yet gentle hands rubbing warm oil into my shoulders. My towel had been pulled back so that it just lay just over the top of my ass. I felt exposed, and a little excited. This womans' hands were magical! She worked her strong fingers deep into the knots in my back, not stopping until the muscles slowly relaxed under her firm touch. There was a softness to her touch too that I didn't think a male masseuse would have had. When she wasn't giving her a deep massage, she would gently caress the smooth skin of my back, brushing aside the hair at the back of my neck and going all the way down to the cleft in the small of my back. I thought I might drift off again, but the massage felt so good that I didn't want to miss a second of it. I felt a wave of complete calm and peace wash over her.
She skipped down to my feet and began to rub them down, one at a time, between her hands. She used her fingers to massage each toe, then to press into the soles in all the right spots. Ohhh, I loved having my feet rubbed, and her soft, delicate hands felt amazing on them. She started to work her fingers into my calves, moving up to the backs of my knees and thighs. It felt like she was working with different oil now that left me tingling. And it was a very pleasant tingling. Slowly, I realized that I was tingling everywhere that she touched me, from my neck to her toes and I blushed, realizing that her touch had me turned on!
Without even realizing it, I had parted my legs as her hands massaged their way up and she was caressing my soft, sensitive inner thighs. I started to breathe heavily as she ran her nails up my thigh, just inches short of my hot sex. Her touch felt so amazing and natural that I didn't have any thoughts of asking her to stop. She was talking just like normal and I had to think that this was just part of the massage, but it was driving me crazy. She wasn't massaging anymore, just lightly stroking my thighs and I tried as hard as I could to stay still and not show any signs of reaction. I was gripping the sides of the massage table to steady myself. Was it normal to get so turned on by a massage, I wondered?
I was breathing heavier and I could feel my heart pounding. I secretly wished her hands would go just a little higher. As if she read my mind, when she moved to my other thigh, she did reach higher, her fingers tracing underneath the towel, right up against the curve of my ass. Her hand lingered there for a few seconds, warm against my soft skin. I held my breath in anticipation of what might happen next. Then abruptly She pulled her hand from under the towel and walked towards the head of the table. I was disappointed her hands had left my thighs.
She put her hand in the curve of my hip, and rolled me over. If she had worked magic on her back, then what she did to my front was simply nirvana. Starting from my neck and working down, she worked the heated oil into every inch of my exposed skin, her hands gliding all over my slick body. The towel was down so that it barely covered my breasts and she rubbed me right down to the line. It took every ounce of self-control to keep from taking her hands and placing them right on my tits. God, the massage was turning into the most delicious tease. I didn't know how she could not notice how heavy my breathing had become.
"You don't mind if I move the towel right? I have to to get to your stomach." I simply nodded and she peeled the towel back so that it was lying across my pelvis. The cool air on my nipples made them instantly stiffen and I found myself wishing she'd lay on top of me and warm me up. She squirted more warm oil onto her hands and then placed them on my stomach. Pressing with the heels of her hands, she worked her hands into my stomach.
"Not too hard, please" I asked.
"I can be gentle," she said with a wink and her massage turned back into a caress, tracing spirals over my flat tummy. She spread her hands out across my body, rubbing me from below my belly button to just under the swell of my breasts. My lips parted as I breathed even more heavily and shifted on the table. If she kept touching me like that I would surely explode.
