It was five o’clock and when the phone in my office rang. Before I had taken two steps towards the phone, it stopped. I paused. Wrong number perhaps. Then it rang again as if the person was afraid and had just summoned up the courage to try again. Amused, I picked it up. “Yes?” I said with a slight lilt to my voice. The answer came as soft as silk. “Ah..is this Kiana’s Massage House?” My pulse quickened. My body tingling with electricity as her voice captured my attention instantly.
“Yes,” I breathed, “Would you like to book an appointment?” The room around me faded away and what was left was her voice, and the solid feel of the phone in my hand.
Again there was a hesitation on the other end. “Umm, this is my first time. I mean with a massage person.” Another pause, then in a rush she said, “Are you free now?”
A smile played at my lips as I replied; “yes I can see you before I close this afternoon.” While talking my fingertip traced the curve of the phone as if I could reach through and touch her lips. Her voice was a sinful delight. Already I felt my pussy swelling with a familiar ache.
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” she promised.
I shivered after hanging up the phone. Never before had I experienced a connection like that. It was thrilling the way her voice swept me up although I wonder if she had any idea of what happened herself.
A short while later I had changed into a silk robe and lit relaxing incense that subtly filled the room. The door open and she walked in. A beautiful specimen of our kind was in front of me, standing a little taller than average, with a deliciously pretty face. She looked about mid twenties and stood there a little hesitant in her dark blue jeans and white blouse.
“Kiana?”
I gave her a warm welcoming smile. “Yes, and may I have the pleasure of your name?”
She smiled back, transforming her face into a delightful sight. “Hi, I’m Catherine. Ah, how does this work? Do I pay you now?”
I laughed and shook my head in reply. “No, that’s at the end of the session. Follow me.” I turned and lead her to the interior room where the table was set up. The room was filled with simple designs and warm colors. I showed her the Japanese partition where she could change out of her clothes. Then I left her alone in the room for a few minutes while I went to wash my hands in warm water. Upon my return, I found her face down on the table, her head cradled in the headrest and the sheets pulled up over her waist, leaving her top exposed.
Her medium length black hair fell loosely over her shoulders, rising and falling gently to her breathing. I was just dying to find out what was beneath the rest of the sheets, but I was going to take my time with this one today.
