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The Spa Treatment
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The Spa Treatment J went in for an anti aging facial, which includes neck and shoulders and upper chest. She removed her top and bra and draped the Velcro gown around herself. And then she laid back on the table to wait for the person to return. She gets these every few weeks as much for the relaxation as the skincare. Normally she'd leave her bra on and just pull down the straps, but today she wanted the full benefit of the shoulder massage. She was acutely aware of how her large breasts jiggled as the aesthetician worked. She was more acutely aware of how the aesthetician's fingers found their way just beneath the surface of the drape. But maybe she imagined it. What she wasn't imagining was the time she spent on the table waiting between each portion of the facial. The aesthetician had brushed the mask on to her face, said she'd be back after it had time to dry, and then left the room. Surely, it was dry by now. It had been 15 minutes. Suddenly, from beneath the cotton pads covering her eyes she could tell that the light beyond had gone out. And then it seemed that the music went off. Had the employees forgotten her? Were they closing up for the night not remembering that she was in the back room? A minute later the aesthetician returned and went back to work, checking that mask was dry, removing the cotton, dipping the cloth back into the warm water, and wiping the mask from the J's face, neck, shoulders, and chest. And then she applied the final cream and the work was finished. But she didn't leave. She just stood there in the candle lit room. Suddenly, without speaking the aesthetician leaned back over J. Her hands returned to her shoulders. She began massaging her again. J didn't quite know what to do. Wasn't the facial over? Hadn't all creams and lotions and sprays been applied? So she just continued to lie there. Semi frozen, semi relaxed. Then she heard the sound of the Velcro coming undone. This was definitely not part of the facial. This seemed to be moving on to something else. Something strange, foreign. The aesthetician's hand moved slowly from shoulder to breast. Tender fingers, kneading hands, cupping and massaging and rubbing. The aesthetician finally broke the silence. She asked if this was ok. It was the same tone and question she used when she wanted to know if the water was too hot or cold or if the pressure was just right. J didn't know what to say. The touch felt nice and relaxing, but she didn't know how much more she could or would allow. She didn't think she could do anything to reciprocate. The aesthetician seemed to understand. She said "Just lie there and let me touch you. Let me relax your body. You don't have to offer anything in return." J exhaled the breath she felt she'd been holding for hours. Her shoulders loosened, her jaw relaxed. Her arms still at her side were no longer frozen, but they made no effort to move. She lay there in the semi darkness and felt the other woman's hands on her breasts. She felt her nipples respond, harden, tingle at the touch. Then she felt the woman's breath as it drew closer to her skin. Her mouth leaving soft kisses between her breasts, her tongue flicking over nipples. Her lips finally closing over the taut buds. J could feel the rest of her body begin to respond. She could feel her hips begin to move involuntarily. She could feel the wetness grow from deep within. Her legs parted slowly, an invitation to the aesthetician that she could proceed if she so desired. And she did. Her mouth still caressing J's breasts, but her hand slipped beneath the waistband of J's capris. Her searching fingers finding J's wet pussy. And they began to go to work, stroking first the lips and then moving on to the clitoris, wasting no time to bring pleasure. J began to moan, her breath deepening, her breasts heaving, her heart pounding in her ears. Suddenly, J climaxed. The hands that had only moments before eased the tension of the day from J's face and shoulders had now eased the tension from the rest of her body and created a sense of pleasure and excitement J hadn't expected. And then the aesthetician walked from the room silently, leaving J alone to dress and gather her belongings. The aesthetician stood at the register and charged J for the facial. It was the regular price, nothing more, nothing less. No more words passed between them. And J left the spa wondering if she had fallen asleep on the table and dreamed the whole thing. |
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And quickly booked another 90 min session!!!! 
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Wow. If I was J I would have at least tipped. : )
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I had a gal coming out to my place to do massages, she liked the idea of doing this in your own home so after the massage you didn't have to get dressed and go home. You could just stay relaxed and enjoy it. She was open minded, friendly, and enjoyed the effects she could make it a body. And yes she would finish with a happy ending. Your blog here reminded me of how relaxed I would be after a massage. Unfortunately she moved out of state to go back to college. Thanks for stirring my memory's Anything worth doing is worth doing right
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amazing 
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