Chapter 18
It was a chance meeting at church that prompted what turned out to be an encounter that was nothing short of explosive between two of the newer members of the congregation.
Meiling had heard such good things about Harper's massage skills that when they bumped into each other as Harper was heading towards her car to fetch Todd from the airport as soon as the main service had ended, the Chinese postgraduate student asked her on spec if she would be able to give her a massage, saying that her shoulders were giving her trouble.
Harper was apologetic, but explained that she herself was suffering from lower back trouble and had cancelled her appointments for the next few days. This opportunity proved too much for Meiling to resist, so she boldly told Harper that she used to give massages in Shanghai and would be glad to help her out. Her shoulder problem seemed to have disappeared on the spot.
Harper, though less than convinced of Meiling's
bona fides
, was nonetheless intrigued at the idea of being on the massage table under the Oriental girl's hands. So, knowing that she would be at home the following day, she suggested that Meiling came over at eleven o'clock. After the massage, she suggested, with unintended innuendo, that they might eat something.
It was normal for Harper's clients to wear their underclothes when they received a massage. Indeed, if the problem was with the upper body, then they would leave their pants, etc. on as well. Another feature of her massages is that they rarely included the use of oil, unless the client especially requested it. So when she prepared the massage room, she lit candles as usual but put away the various lotions that usually remained on display. She didn't want to be drenched in oil by an inexperienced practitioner, which she was convinced the Chinese girl would be.
When Harper answered the door ten minutes before their appointment, Meiling was wearing a jacket and yoga pants, with laceless trainers on her feet. She was carrying a backpack, which Harper imagined might contain a bottle of so-called massage oil - the type of thing you could pick up at the drugstore. Her hunch was correct, though, as we shall see, the bag contained other items besides.
Once they got to the massage room, Harper took off her T-shirt, under which she was wearing a magenta sports bra. She slipped out of her tracksuit pants, under which she was wearing a pair of Lycra shorts, and got onto the table. Meiling, who had been readying herself at the other end of the room, walked down to where Harper was lying and touched her lightly on the shoulder. She too had changed, Harper couldn't help but noticing, as her nipples were showing prominently through the T-shirt she had been wearing under her jacket.
"I'll stick with your neck and shoulders and then move down," said Meiling with her customary confidence.
"Sure," said Harper, finding it odd to be in a massage room, but not the one in control.
Meiling's approach (technique would be too strong a word for it) wasn't too bad, all things considered, Harper reflected. She liked to use a lot of chopping, as if she had studied massage at a school that taught Bruce Lee kung fu really badly. But her hands were strong and she put her back into the work. Ten out of ten for effort, at any rate. The first tipping point came when she poured far too much oil onto Harper's back. Harper could feel it running down her side to the sheet beneath. Okay, so she'd have to wash it after the session anyway, but Meiling's cavalier approach to the tools of her trade was beginning to annoy her.
"Oops!" said Meiling theatrically. "I've got some oil on your beautiful sports bra. Why don't you lift yourself up and I'll help you out of it."
Harper hardly thought this was necessary but she found herself doing what she was told anyway. The feeling of her breasts on the crisp sheet sent a frisson through her body, which was followed in quick order by another as Meiling made an effort to stop more oil from reaching the bed, her fingers lingering longer than was necessary on the outer part of Harper's right breast.
She poured another load of oil onto her lower back, with the inevitable result - oil on Harper's Lycra shorts. Harper had already anticipated this, and had decided that she would respond with a firm "No" to any attempt by her masseuse to separate her from the last line of defence against her wandering hands. Meiling took it in good part, obtaining a similar result by letting her fingers go deep under the elasticated waist onto the higher parts of Harper's buttocks.
"I really need to get into your glutes," she said. "I can feel so many knots there."
Meiling took Harper's silence as permission for her to continue her exploration of her butt.
"Fuck it!" Harper thought. "She's hardly touched my lower back and that's where the trouble is."
Both her hands were now under the Lycra, stretching it so much that it was likely to go out of shape.
"It really would be much easier if you lost the shorts," said Meiling. "All the parts of your body are connected, and the gluteus maximus is the largest muscle in the human body. Your lower back pain is intimately connected with the stress on your glutes, and I can relieve that stress for you and help ease your pain."
It all sounded so reasonable that when Harper showed the slightest sign of weakness, lifting herself off the table a fraction with her hands (with the sole idea of shaking the stiffness out of her body, Meiling had whipped her shorts off and was rolling them down over her calves and, before Harper could react, right off her body.
Meiling beheld that body spread out before her and let out a low whistle.
"Those clothes you wear don't do you any favors," she said. "You have one hot body!"
Harper, stunned by all that was happening so fast, found the words she wanted to say impossible to give utterance to.
"Right, let's apply a little oil to that ass!" Meiling said, directing a generous stream at the cleft between her cheeks, a cleft which was as narrow as it could be, given that her legs were wedged close together.
She watched as much of the oil ran headed towards Harper's barely visible slit, while a good portion pooled above her equally hidden asshole. She noted the Californian's reaction when some of the oil presumably found its way into her anus, her hands grabbing at the sheet at the head of the table.
"First things first!" said Meiling, forcing Harper's legs apart and revealing her delightful quim, with its understated folds that protected the central passage like levees each side of a canal.
Harper braced herself for an assault by the Oriental girl's fingers - or maybe even her tongue. Instead, she returned to the ass over which she had made such a fuss and started beating it with those ludicrous chops.
"You can feel the tension being released, right?" she said.
Harper mumbled her assent, even if the only effect of Meiling's unconventional massage therapy was to ramp up the tension she was feeling - the sexual tension.
"It's rather warm in here, isn't it?" said Meiling, peeling off her T-shirt, followed in short order by her shoes and her yoga pants.
Emptying most of the rest of the oil over her own breasts and stomach, Meiling rubbed it in quickly before sliding along Harper's body until her head was level with the other woman's. She could see one of Harper's eyes, and it was open wide, expressing something which might be trepidation or might be excitement, or might be a combination of the two.
Meiling wanted to wrap her thick lips round Harper's lovely narrow lips, but wasn't in the best position to manage it. So, instead, she raised her upper body and massaged Harper's upper back with her full breasts. In spite of herself (she still felt quite uncomfortable being on a massage table and not being the one in charge), Harper moaned softly. Meiling smiled to herself, then dropped down onto Harper's body again and began to rub her pussy on Harper's ass. She exhaled deeply as she felt her swollen pussy lips gliding along the Californian's tight ass, opening a little as they did so.
She could tell Harper to flip over and bring her into submission in a matter of seconds or she could continue to tease her some more.
