Her Massage Surprise

Roxy had had a terrible week at work, and had been thinking about the massage she had booked on Saturday for herself every time something went terribly wrong. She had never been so glad that she decided to spend some time relaxing. She felt like she really deserved it, and was eager to get started. Roxy was a caucasian woman with curly blonde hair, a mother's curvy physique, and a smile that usually made people fall in love with her. She was going through a sort of a rut with her husband. They were both learning how to raise a child at the same time, and couldn't help but argue from time to time. They were both so busy with their jobs and taking care of their child that they hadn't even touched each other in months.

None of that really mattered, because she knew that she would deal with her current problems like she always did. Now, she just wanted an hour of peace and quiet, just for herself. Roxy had always been a fan of massages. Especially ones where the masseuse dug hard into her back, making her aching muscles relax just for a bit. She had had a favorite for a while now, but the location had unfortunately shut down, and she was left with trying to find a new favorite.

She had complained to her co-worker Anne that she wasn't able to find a place that was affordable and had good reviews, and Anne had had a sparkle in her eyes when she told her about the place that she went to. She beamed about how amazing the workers there were, and that they had some sort of magical touch. Of course, Roxy was immediately sold.

And now, here she was, purse in hand, with her heels clicking across the floor as she pushed the door open. The location was in the middle of nowhere, tucked in between two buildings with a dingy sign up top. Roxy would've completely missed it if it weren't for the detailed instructions Anne provided her. She was a little hesitant now. She couldn't find any reviews for the place online, and the whole experience just seemed a little sketchy to her.

No matter. She was already here, and she desperately needed that massage.

Thankfully, the place looked really nice on the inside. There was a row of chairs against the wall, and a nice small lady standing behind the counter, smiling up at her. "Hello! Do you have an appointment?" She asked.

Roxy beamed back at her. "Yes, for 11:30. My name is Roxy!"

She nodded and looked down at her notebook, confirming the appointment. "Great. Amy is almost done with her previous appointment. Please, follow me." She had a slight Asian accent, but Roxy was unfamiliar with where she was from. She followed her into the corridor, which was brightly lit with fluorescent lights. They entered a changing room, where she handed her a fluffy white robe. "Please take off all your clothes and change into this."

Roxy nodded, and the woman left her alone to change. She put all her belongings and clothes into a locker room, locked it, and smiled down at herself. She was beyond excited now. Just the thought of fingers digging into her, working their magic into her sore muscles, was making her tingle a little. She chuckled to herself. Maybe it had been too long since her husband had touched her. She would have to try to seduce him with her body tonight.

Roxy only had to wait for a few minutes before another woman entered the room. She bowed to her with her head before smiling, "hello, my name is Amy. I'll be your masseuse for today." She had the same accent as the woman at the counter, but Roxy could understand her perfectly. She couldn't help but notice that the woman was incredibly gorgeous. She had silky black hair that was tied up on top of her head, and she wore a white uniform that still managed to hug her curves perfectly. Roxy couldn't help but feel a little jealous looking at this small woman.

"Hi, I'm Roxy." Was all she could say in response.

"Please follow me." Roxy nodded, and followed Amy into a room with relaxing music playing in the background. There was incense in the air, a soothing lavender scent that immediately got Roxy in the mood. Amy asked her to disrobe and lay on the bed while she was busy prepping the oils, and Roxy did so without hesitation.

She laid on her stomach and closed her eyes, already sighing from contentment. Amy laid a towel on her butt, covering up her body somewhat, and then began to work her magic. She seemed to be using a lot of oil, which was both unfamiliar and satisfying to Roxy. It felt amazing as Amy's fingers dug into her skin, her thumbs working circles throughout her neck and sore back.

"Is this strength okay?" She asked gently. Her voice seemed to be perfectly in tune with the music in the background.

Roxy seemed to be in a cloudy haze as she joked, "I didn't think you would be this strong, you're so tiny!"

Amy didn't seem insulted as she gave Roxy a melodical laugh. "A lot of people say that. I've been doing this for many years now, and I'm quite good at my job." Roxy could only nod as Amy rubbed more oil into her. She seemed to focus on every part of Roxy's body, working her fingers into her neck, then her shoulders, then down her back. Roxy felt like she was melting into the bed. She couldn't help but moan a few times, making noises when she felt the pressure of Amy's finger deep into her body. God, had she ever had a massage that felt this good? She would have to thank Anne later for recommending such an amazing service. And she would be tipping well.

Amy began to work on her arms, digging her fingers into her as she worked all the way down her bicep and then into her fingers. She pulled on each finger, letting some crack and let loose as she did. Roxy was really enjoying the experience now, and knew she had finally found a good replacement for her previous masseuse.

Then, she worked on Roxy's legs. She started with her feet, which made Roxy giggle and squirm a little bit. The soles of her foot were always slightly ticklish. She pressed her thumbs deep into her sore muscles, and moved up and down. Soon, Roxy's feet relaxed just like the rest of her body.

Amy grabbed more oil, and began to rub all over Roxy's legs. She pressed her palm deep into the meat in the back of her leg, and moved up and down, using her whole upper torso to help her rub Roxy even harder. "MMmmpph." Roxy groaned, enjoying the sensation. She wondered why all masseuses didn't do this.

"Is it okay if I remove the towel?" Amy asked. Roxy didn't even think about it. If she could be enjoying more of this, she would let Amy do anything at this point! She nodded, and Amy removed the towel to expose her butt to the cold air. Roxy shivered only slightly before Amy's fingers were on her again. She rubbed up and down on her butt, pressing and pinching the fat as she did. It didn't feel as satisfying as the rest of her body, but Roxy still enjoyed it nonetheless. Next, she worked down her upper legs, moving in and out of her thighs as she did.

Roxy's thighs were some of the most sensitive parts of her body, and she gasped to herself when she felt Amy's fingers there. Her fingers were stroking it gently. Up and down. Up and down. It felt almost... sexual, though Roxy knew it wasn't. She was just hornier than usual, since her husband hadn't touched her in what felt like forever. It was all a part of the full body massage. She hoped that she wasn't reacting too much to Amy's touches. It would probably make the masseuse feel a little uncomfortable knowing that Roxy was getting turned on by this. God, Roxy felt like such a slut. What kind of woman got turned on during a massage?

Amy continued to play with her upper thighs and legs, and Roxy almost told her to stop just so she could stop herself from getting so turned on. All she could think about was how she wanted the woman's fingers to get higher. Just a little bit higher. Her labia was pulsing at this point, a steady beating rhythm, telling Roxy it desperately wanted to be touched. Roxy wondered if she was getting wet from this. God, if her labia was glistening right now, Amy would definitely be able to tell.

The small woman didn't seem to mind at all though. She was working her magic even more now, and her fingers did get higher and higher, like it could read Roxy's mind. A few times, Amy's finger even grazed against Roxy's labia, which was now puffy and swollen, way more than it was just moments before. Did Amy know that her fingers kept touching Roxy? What was happening? Was this part of a normal massage? Roxy did sign up for 'full body', but she didn't think that that actually included her vagina or her breasts. It never did before.

It seemed her worry was over though, because Amy began speaking, though she had to ask her to repeat herself as she cleared her mind from the haze. "Sorry, what?" Roxy asked.

Amy chuckled, knowing exactly what she was doing to Roxy, and said, "could you please flip on your back?" Roxy nodded, and took an excruciating amount of effort to turn over. Amy even had to help her, with her arms pulling Roxy back into the comfortable bed. When Roxy finally closed her eyes again, she noticed that Amy didn't bother putting any towels on top of her breast or her crotch. It seemed Amy didn't care about looking at naked clients. This was unfamiliar with Roxy, who was used to her body being covered during massages, or even doing them with her underwear still on.

She was too horny and relaxed to care about being seen by anyone though, so all she did was settle in and let Amy continue working her magic. This time, Amy worked on Roxy's head first. She rubbed into her forehead, making small circles into her temple, which felt as amazing as everything else. Then she worked on Roxy's neck, back to her shoulders, and then to the mounds of her breasts. Again, this was surprising to Roxy, but there was nothing she could do other than lay there. She knew her nipples were insanely hard, but Amy must've been used to that with her clients, because she pressed down around Roxy's breasts like nothing was wrong. Occasionally, her fingers would move across Roxy's nipples, and Roxy couldn't help but make small gasping noises. This was absolutely insane. Did Anne have the same experience as her? Was that why she recommended it so much?

Roxy had heard of places like these, but didn't know they actually existed, especially not in her small town. Was this even legal? Amy didn't even seem to be bothered by how hard her nipples were! Roxy's mouth stayed locked in a wide 'O' as Amy continued to play with her breasts, though thankfully didn't do anything as crazy as pinch her nipples before she moved down to her stomach. She began to push lightly against Roxy's tight stomach, and before long, moved back down to her legs.

She pinched and prodded Roxy's legs, and Roxy began to secretly wish that Amy's fingers would move higher on her body. She was close to her thighs, now. So, so close to deliciously touching her crotch. This was getting bad. Roxy had to try to clear her mind, and enjoy this for what it was. A massage. Nothing sexual, nothing too raunchy. All she was was a wife that hadn't been touched by her husband in a while, and needed some friction - desperately. And now she was making her sweet young masseuse uncomfortable.

Amy was now rubbing her thighs again, but so much gentler than before. Her fingers seemed to graze against Roxy's smooth surface, over and over across her skin. It was tantalizing, and almost torturous. Roxy seemed to not be able to help the grinding motion her crotch was making, eagerly trying to get more of Amy's fingers touching her.

She was doing it again, she was so high now that her small fingers were rubbing against Roxy's labia. It was still so, so swollen, begging for more. Her clit was so large it was already poking out, pulsing slightly from Roxy's need. Amy seemed to be able to see it, and her fingers also grazed against Roxy's clit from time to time. Roxy was so needy that the sensation of even a slight grazing was making her thighs buckle. She was struggling with her thoughts now. She wanted to be touched, but didn't want to at the same time. This was so much.

At the end, it seemed like Roxy wouldn't have a choice. Amy wasn't going to let her go that easily. Her fingers parted Roxy's folds, and Roxy could only lay here and hold her breath. She didn't move, didn't dare show any sign of agreement or hesitation. She just laid there as Amy surely felt her gooey wetness, and knew how much she had really affected Roxy. Roxy opened her eyes slightly to watch for Amy's reaction, but the young woman didn't seem to be affected by how wet Roxy was. She was completely professional as her two fingers moved up and down Roxy's crotch. She teased and pushed different areas, like she was still massaging her, but now on the inside of her body. Roxy had never been touched like this before, and it felt so out of the ordinary that all she wanted was more. She would have to teach her husband how to do all of this when she got home.

When Amy pushed two of her fingers deep inside of Roxy, Roxy couldn't help but gasp and let out a small moan. God, she was so incredibly tight and swollen, and even those fingers were satisfying to her as Amy began to push in and out. At this point, the experience was beyond a normal massage. There was no point in denying it. But Roxy would never stop Amy now. She had to cum so bad. She only wished that Amy would work her enough and not tease her any longer.

Like before, Amy seemed to be able to read her mind. While pumping into her sensually with her index and middle fingers, she pressed her thumb roughly onto Roxy's clit. This produced another gasp in response. She then began to work her two fingers in and out as she circled Roxy's clit with her thumb. All of Roxy's attention was now focused on the sensation of Amy's three fingers expertly working her body. Round and round, in and out. It felt so good that she had to bite her lip to stop herself from moaning. She had to cum so badly at this point, and she could feel herself rising higher and higher, almost to the point of orgasm.

Amy was increasing her speed now, and pressing even harder on Roxy's clit. It seemed the masseuse was determined to make Roxy cum as well. At last, with a breathy moan she couldn't help but let out, Roxy felt herself rise and fall over the edge, with her body pulsing out of her control. Amy let her ride out her orgasm as she clenched and unclenched over and over on her two fingers. Roxy gripped the blanket tightly as she did, and was too nervous to open her eyes to see if Amy was watching her orgasm. At last, Amy stopped her motions, and Roxy felt her body relax into an overwhelming sense of peace as the orgasm concluded. It was her first orgasm in weeks, and it was exactly what she needed. She heard Amy wipe her hands on a towel beside her, and then saw the lights turn on through her eyelids.

"Please, take your time to get changed. There's no rush." Amy said, and Roxy heard the door behind her open and close.

She finally opened her eyes, and looked around the room, blinking a few times in amazement. "What just happened?" She murmured to herself. She was still in a complete daze, and realized she would have to ask Anne about this experience. Did this happen to every person that came in? Was that what she had signed up for without knowing?

She took her time to put her clothes on, and felt like a different person when she walked up to the front office. The girl was still giving her the same smile, like nothing was wrong. Roxy wondered if she had heard her noises in the other room, and couldn't help but blush. She gave Amy a pretty impressive tip, and when the woman asked her if she wanted to book her next appointment, Roxy didn't hesitate as she nodded eagerly at her.

"Yes please. As soon as possible." How could she possibly pass this up? It was the best massage experience she had ever gotten.

The woman seemed to smile sheepishly at her as she penciled her in, and Roxy waved goodbye as she clicked her heels across the ground again, trying to find where she had parked her car. She would have to thank Anne when she got back to work, for recommending such an amazing masseuse.

It seemed this was an amazing week, after all.