Sanya, a twenty year old college student with platinum blonde short hair, standing about five feet tall, walked into the massage parlor nervously before approaching the receptionist. A pretty woman with long black hair, sparkling brown eyes who eyed Sanya as she approached the desk hoping she could help her.
"Good afternoon, how can I help you," she said way too cheerfully.
"Um, hi," Sanya replied fidgeting with a lock of her hair, her stomach doing flip flops at why she was here, but Eila said they were the best at relieving tension. And she needed that after that last round of finals. Spending the last two weeks studying.
So now she stood in the parlor trying to convince herself to give it a try as Eila suggested. The blonde even said she'd make reservations. The only thing Sanya had to do was show up with a smile on and nothing else. The grin Eila gave while saying that didn't give Sanya confidence in her friend's helpful suggestion. Eila had given Sanya the time and she had shown up.
"First time here?" the girl said with an encouraging smile making her even more beautiful.
"That obvious?" Sanya asked back finding her voice.
"Everyone is like this, they all come out smiling. In fact our best girl is lined up for you."
Sanya suddenly felt caught, they knew she'd be coming. She silently cursed Eila for making the appointment. Trust her dorm mate and part time lover for this surprise.
"S-So what do I need to do?" Sanya asked, unsure.
"This way," the girl said, standing up and leading Sanya down a corridor, through a few twists until she arrived at a large room.
The table inside gave Sanya pause as it looked more like it belonged in a doctor's office than a massage parlor. It looked like a table, but a bit short for a massage table, and one end had a set of stirrups, heavily padded and no restraints. Sanya felt for sure her legs would be off the table, and close to the stirrups was a long, round, cylindrical pillow.
"All you have to do is undressed, and lay face down, your face right here and your masseuse will be in shortly," the girl said heading to the door. "You're going to love this."
With that the girl left the room closing the door leaving Sanya alone and with her thoughts. Would it look bad if she went running away? But Eila had already paid for it, and she was here. Eila wouldn't send her to something to strange, and her other friends said it was worth going. With a sigh she steeled herself for this 'massage'.
Pulling her dress up revealed no bra and a pair of plain white panties. Her breasts were large but firm, tipped with what she considered to be small nipples compared to her friends. Her nipples were about the size of a small pencil eraser. Pulling down her panties revealed a smooth, cleanly shaved sex. Lynn, a friend in her first year of college introduced her to shaving and Sanya had done so ever since. A surprise to many of her lovers.
Folding her clothes and placing them in neatly the basket provided she moved between the stirrups and climbed up on table on her knees before lying down. The pillow now resting on her pelvis thrust her ass into the air.
Surprisingly her breasts were not mashed by the table due to a small dip there and she felt a bit awkward with her legs below the knees hanging off the table. Another part of her realized just how odd her position was. Lying on this table with her ass thrust in the air and whoever looking could probably see everything. Why was she naked?
It was then a person entered the room but Sanya couldn't lift her head up to see in the direction.
"Welcome Miss Kazlov, I'm Tracy," the light, feminine, calming voice said as Sanya heard the woman move towards the table. "I hear it's your first time, recommended by Miss Smythe. She's one of our best customers."
Sanya merely made an agreeing sound as Tracy moved between the stirrups gently pushing one leg to spread apart and setting the ankle on one stirrup following with the other leg. Her legs now open, knees on the table but the ankle up on the stirrups. Sanya felt herself really exposed and the cool air on her neither lips and ass only heightened the sensation. She wanted to say something, run away, but was this what Eila meant? What had her friend signed her up for, and is this what happened when Eila came here?
Tracy moved to the side at her waist, a pumping sound and rubbing of hands together before feeling drops of liquid, probably massage oil, all up and down her back. From her neck to the top of her ass before strong, nimble fingers began the massage. Tracy had moved around the table to Sanya's head and was reaching over her head to stroke down the center of her back before coming back up the sides.
She took a moment to caress the globes of Sanya's ass, before sliding up the side of her waist and softly caressing the exposed side of her breasts before repeating the motion. Occasionally she would drip a bit more oil, or move to Sanya's arms massaging up and down.
This was very relaxing and yet, there was something highly arousing with the pattern of the massage. She felt flutters when Tracy's hands touched the top of the crack of Sanya's ass, or brushed the sides of her breasts.
After slightly relaxing Tracy moved down to the side, about at Sanya's waist and changed her massage, concentrating on her lower back, waist and hips. The hands worked their way down until her hands were sliding over Sanya's butt cheeks before moving back up to her lower back and back down again. Pausing occasionally to drip more oil onto Sanya's skin and continuing.
Sanya felt her ass cheeks opening and closing sure that Tracy was now getting a very good view of her treasures.
Sure, she had sex before, but no lover before had done this to her. She squirmed slightly at one bolder, lower stroke before the hands came back up to her lower back.
Each stroke seemed to amplify the fact Sanya was completely nude, her ass was thrust up in the air, and yet a part of her was aroused more than in any other time in her life. The soft strokes, the oil, all were highly erotic.
Then Tracy switched again, and after wetting her hands ran down the length of Sanya's leg. A moan forced its way out of Sanya but the hands never stopped as the massage came back up, then down her other leg.
Oh, this was heaven to Sanya as she melted to the touch. Tracy paused on one down leg stroke to concentrate on her calf muscles earning another moan, her eyes closed in bliss at the touch.
"You wear heels often?" Tracy asked.
"No, lost of athletics," Sanya replied.
"That will do it," Tracy said, continuing her massage to Sanya's delight.
"Oh yeah, its wonderful," Sanya said, almost slurring her words in her relaxation and bliss hearing a chuckle and thought she heard Tracy say she hadn't felt anything yet.
The fingers then trailed up, caressed her ass then back down on the outside of each leg before coming back up on the inside, trailing up her thighs and just stopping oh so close to her own sex before repeating. Down the outside of Sanya's legs and up the inside, each time Sanya wasn't sure if she was glad or disappointed the fingers didn't touch her.
The hands disappeared to gather some more oil, this time the area applied to shocked Sanya, but shouldn't have been, as the drops fell into the crack of her ass, running down between her nether lips before a warm hand followed the path. The hands going up and down rubbing over her sex and her ass sending waves of pleasure through her body as another moan came forth, this one out of sexual pleasure.
Then Tracy's hands left her sex and went back to caressing her ass cheeks, pulling them apart and back together, teasing her backside before her hand slipped back between her legs, easily slipping through Sanya's slicked up pussy. Tracy would stroke from her pussy to the end of her ass crack, lift her hand returning to her pussy as the other hand was stroking. One continuous motion as one hand replaced the next in the same direction.
The constant one way motion had Sanya panting with sexual desire in no time.
Then, Tracy's hands suddenly went back to stroking up her back, down her side to caress her ass cheeks with the occasional slip to graze her pussy allowing Sanya to calm down but maintaining a sexual tension.
After a few moments Sanya felt Tracy's hands move down to her inner thighs, stroking and massaging the muscles, getting closer and closer to her sex until her thumbs caressed the outer lips of Sanya's pussy, up and down before stopping and rubbing slightly at the small area of skin between her pussy and her anus. Sanya never realized how sensitive that spot was.
"Ooooh yeees," Sanya said as one thumb slipped slightly between her folds and the other put pressure on her anus, not penetrating, but enough to know what the intention might be.
That was replaced quickly by fingers, Tracy had one hand rubbing her fingers up and down Sanya's pussy, her fingers sliding through the pussy lips, up to the top where Sanya's small clit was and back to her anus. A slow back and forth motion along her pussy while the other hand made small circles on Sanya's lower back.
A slight pause and Sanya felt one hand keep her anus expose as oil dripped directly onto it before Tracy used both thumbs to massage the spot, using more pressure and slightly penetrating her ass. What should have been odd and strange instead was erotic and arousing.