In the ride-share back to the hotel after the first day of competition, the sexual tension Maddie and I was palpable. Both of us knew that her next treatment in our room probably would lead to another sexual encounter and the energy suggested that, despite my better judgment, we both wanted that to happen. "I'm so glad you're here with me," Maddie said warmly as she gently touched my arm.
"It's my pleasure, Maddie. And, by the way, you were amazing at the competition today," I said.
"Thank you Laura. It's all because of you taking care of me." The double entendre and the twinkle in Maddie's eye made it clear that she was indeed looking forward to a repeat of last night. Her words and her expression made my tummy flutter. When we reached the room, Maddie undressed completely in a flash and laid on the bed with her knees bent and her feet flat. "I'm ready, nurse," Maddie teased. She was as beautiful as a young woman as I could imagine.
"No heat this time Mads. Your hip is already loose. Just some stretching and ice," I told her.
During the first stretch, Maddie laid flat and I slowly slid her straight left leg out, which exposed her fully. I tried valiantly to focus on the task at hand and began to massage her inner thigh and hip. We both knew, though, that her position made it impossible for me not to look at her gaping sex, with her pouting lips spread apart showing her pink inner folds. After last night, I was less cautious as I massaged Maddie, and my hand brushed against her exposed sex as I gauged her level of pain. Maddie's quickened breathing suggested that displaying herself to me like that and being touched excited Maddie.