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“Do you treat yourself?” I asked, wondering if I was playing along with something real or this was just random conversation.
“There is something I indulge myself in sometimes,” She said softly, “but nowhere near often enough.”
“Oh, and what’s that?”
“Hmmm we were talking about you.” Paula’s hands were moving up the backs of my legs and I parted my lips to breathe as my chest began to heave against the table.
“What about me?” I heard a tremble in my voice and wondered if she noticed.
“Well…” she paused and her hands were now on the backs of my upper thighs. “Linda could I ask you a personal question?”
“S…sure.” I barely choked out the word.
“I know it’s kind of forward,” he began, “But…” her hand stopped on my thighs just below the towel. “Can you open your legs a little?”
“Is that the question?” I laughed nervously, “That is forward.”
“Oh my God!” Paula laughed, “Jeez that did sound bad! That wasn’t my real question, but can you spread your legs a little so I can reach the inside?”
I spread my legs open several inches and felt how wet I was. Paula’s hands slipped to the inside of my upper thighs and my fingers clenched the towel in an effort to stay still.
“What I was wondering,” Paula was leaning over me as she spoke and her fingers felt as if they were moving up underneath the towel. “How is it a sweet, sexy woman like you, has no boyfriend?”
“Oh, I…” Paula’s hands were definitely higher up my thigh than they ever had been before.
The towel pushed up further towards my ass and I was acutely aware that with no panties, if Paula looked where her hands were she would notice as well.
“You don’t have to answer.” She said at my hesitation. “Just seems odd, in all the time you’ve come here, there’s been no one.”
“I…well I guess I’m not really looking.” I said feeling like an idiot. What the hell did I think she was going to ask? Paula was married for Christ’s sake.
“Oh,” Paula’s hand strayed even further and even though I’d had my bizarre fantasy shattered, I had to hold back a moan at how good her hands felt on my inner thighs. “So not looking or not looking for a….Oh!”
A loud unmistakably sexual moan escaped me and Paula gasped when her hand moved further and came into contact with my pussy; my sopping wet pussy. Paula’s hand remained there for a moment that seemed frozen in time and although the feeling of her hand sent a surge of excitement through my body, my first reaction was embarrassment and I could feel my face flushing.
“I’m sorry!” She exclaimed, pulling her hand away not just quickly, but quickly enough to confirm that all I had just done was make us both awkward.
I pushed up on my elbows and blushing furiously said, “I…I’m sorry I…I didn’t think you would…”
“My fault.” Paula was as red as I was. “I…” we both jumped when the intercom buzzed on the wall.
“Paula?” It was the receptionist, “I’m sorry, but can you come out here for a minute? The damn credit card machine is acting up again!”
“One minute.” Paula looked at me and forced a laugh, “Don’t worry about it, I wasn’t paying attention and…” she shrugged, “I’ll be right back okay?”
“Okay.” I said softly.
As soon as Paula left, I stood up and wrapping the towel tightly around me this time, went into the changing room and dressed quickly. I left the room and walking as quietly as I could past Paula who was on her knees peering under the counter at the wires for the credit card machine. The receptionist was chatting with the customer waiting to check out and feeling like a fool, I slipped out the door without anyone noticing.
Chapter Three
I looked at the time and shrugged. It was quarter to five and in fifteen minutes I’d be heading home for the weekend. Unlike the last few Friday’s however, I barely felt any excitement. My idiotic behavior last week had robbed me of the closest thing I’d had to fulfilling my fantasies. Even my incessant thoughts of enjoying the female form had decreased during the week.
I still thought about it, especially lying in my bed at night. My hands would roam across my body with the thought of them being those of another woman, but now when my mind started to focus on Paula I would force her from my mind. Sometimes it worked and I would concentrate on Mandy whom I’d seen in the building several times. Sometimes I would wave and keep moving, other times she cornered me and flirted outrageously.
As always I blushed and walked away promising a phone call, but as I had anticipated, the closest I got to that was sitting on the couch staring at her card. I felt like a high school girl afraid to call the popular boy who had given her his number. But even though Mandy was attractive and blatantly interested; literally willing to give me all that I desired, Paula still snuck into my lust crazed brain. I would cave and masturbate to her, rubbing my clit to a totally different ending to last Friday’s debacle.
I shut my computer down and glanced at my cell phone. Paula had left me two messages; one Friday night and one on Monday asking me to give her a call and I couldn’t bring myself to do it. On Tuesday I had called and cancelled my upcoming appointments with the receptionist and had mixed feelings when Paula didn’t call again. It was for the best, I supposed and I could go somewhere else, but it wouldn’t be the same.
I stood up and looked down at my prim and proper skirt and blouse. Nothing fun for after work because there was nowhere fun to go. I was reaching for my cell when it startled me by ringing. I didn’t recognize the number, but it was local so I answered.
“Hello?”
“Ha, I got you!” Paula chirped, “I figured you wouldn’t answer if I called from the spa.”
“Oh, um, hi Paula.” I said awkwardly.
“Hi yourself, what’s this you’re not coming tonight?”
“I…look, I just feel…”
“Linda, please.” Paula sighed, “You think you’re the first woman who did that?”
“No, I guess not, but…” I wasn’t sure what to say, but sure as hell wouldn’t ask if the others had been wet during their massage.
“But what? A little awkward for a minute sure, but I mean,” she laughed, “I have one too, I know what they feel like!”
Uninvited an image of Paula playing with herself exploded into my mind and I closed my eyes unable to push it aside, but managed to speak, “Yeah well it was pretty humiliating on my end and…”
“And what, you’re not going to come back? Come on, Linda don’t stay away because of that. I forgot all about it until I found out you weren’t coming tonight.” She paused, “Please come tonight.”
Oh, how I wish that was meant another way!
“I…maybe next week.” I stalled.
“You have plans?” I paused a little too long and she continued, “Then come on down!”
“I…okay.” I caved; if nothing else Paula deserved an apology in person.
“Great, but there’s one problem, Rebecca scheduled someone for five thirty, can you come around seven?”
“I thought you went home at seven?”
“Tonight I’ll stay. Besides, I have something special for you, something new that I’m getting into and want to try with a special client.”
“Then do that for someone who’s been coming longer than me.”
“Nope, I think it’s perfect for you and free of charge!”
“Oh, no!” I said firmly, “No way I’m not giving you something for tonight.”
Paula sighed heavily in my ear, “Fine, I’ll let you make tonight worth my while, deal?”
“Deal, I will give you something for tonight.”
“Just remember you said that.” Paula laughed and ended the call.
Chapter Four
I pulled in front of the spa and frowned when I saw only Paula’s red Infinity in the first spot. When I entered
I saw most of the lights had been shut off leaving the foyer in darkness except for the light coming down the hallway from the back.
“Hello?” I called out as I approached the vacant desk.
“Be right out!” Paula called from her off that was off to the left behind the reception area.
“I thought you guys were open until nine?” I called back to her.
“Actually I screwed up and gave two girls tonight off, so I just rescheduled their appointments for tomorrow.” Paula replied, “I didn’t want to work all night and that’s the best thing about being the owner.”
“Yeah I imagine it’s a….wow Paula!”
I immediately felt like a fool blurting that out, but Paula had just come out of her office and…wow! She was dressed in a one piece black dress so short the hem barely fell past her upper thigh. The front was just as revealing plunging into a deep V that exposed more than half of her ample breasts. In addition to the surprising lack of material the micro dress was tight enough to appear painted on, hugging her body and displaying her impressive set of curves.
Not only her curves, but my eyes widened when I noted she wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples were plainly visible. I pushed my eyes past her incredible chest, but didn’t find much relief. Paula’s black hair was down and looked damn good flowing down her shoulders and back. She was wearing makeup and her amazing lips were painted a playful shade of pink.
“I’ll take wow!” Paula laughed, doing a quick spin that showed most of her back was bare and just how well the dress hugged her ass, she stopped and put her arms out, “You like?”
“Um, yeah.” I nodded, being careful not to let myself say anything further, “You going out after work?”
“I am!” she gave me a huge smile, “One Friday a month Jeff goes and plays poker and I have a girl’s night out.”
“Good for you.” I smiled and allowed myself the thought of Paula shaking what she had-and she had plenty-on a dance floor somewhere.
“Hey, you can come if you want!” Paula exclaimed, “Always room for one more.”
“No, uh…I’m not dressed for that.”
“Go change and meet me.”
“I…I think I’ll just chill out tonight.” I replied, playing it safe again.
“Well, maybe I can get you to change your mind. Come on in the back and check out my new room!”
She turned and headed down the hallway and I followed, my eyes glued to the seductive swaying of her well rounded ass. I let my eyes wander down the backs of her shapely legs and took in her black fuck me stilettos. Paula opened the door to one of the rooms and once I had entered said, “Change in here and go through that door,” she pointed across the room. “That’s a brand new room I just had renovated and you’ll be the first one to try it.”
She went over to the door and said over her shoulder, “I’m going to get it ready, see you in a couple of minutes.”
She slipped through the door and entering the small changing room I stripped down and as I removed my bra ignored my hard nipples. I had promised I would do the best I could to not be a horny mess this time. I pinned my hair up, left my thong on and wrapping the towel tightly around me, left the room. I entered the other room and stopped in the doorway.
The room was lit entirely by well over a dozen candles placed on the floor and there was no table, only a long mat in the middle of the candles. There was soft music playing and the air was laced with vanilla incense from the small burners placed around the room. Next to the mat was a wooden bowl suspended in a metal frame above one of the candles.
“Come on in and close the door, the heat is part of the effect.” Paula spoke from my left.
I closed the door while noting she wasn’t kidding, I was already beginning to flush from the heat. Paula was leaning against the only table in the room and lifting her legs one at a time removed her heels. Each leg that rose exposed a lot of her soft inner thigh and a bead of sweat ran down my back that wasn’t just from the sauna like temperature of the room.
“Lay down,” She gestured towards the floor.
I walked over to the mat and kneeling down began to unwrap my towel. Paula came around in front of me and squatting down placed a small pillow down, “Rest your head on that and just let your arms stay by your sides.”
“Sure.” I started to pull the towel open, but stopped when she remained where she was.
Paula was leaning forward and giving me a view down her dress that showed not only her breasts, but I could see the darker skin around her nipples. My own nipples stiffened and swallowing I said, “Could you, you know, turn around?”
“Oh.” Paula stood up, “Sure, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Some women don’t care.” She smiled, “I have to say I don’t think you’d have anything to be ashamed of.”
“Thanks, I guess I’m shy.” I told her which was pretty true, at least with women.
Paula walked around to stand behind me and looking over my shoulder I saw she had her back to me, “When you remove the towel there’s a red silk cloth next to the mat just wrap that around your waist for me.”
“Okay.” I let the towel fall away and kneeling in just my thong placed it to the side and picked up the soft cloth.
As I wrapped it around my waist, I frowned, there was very little material and even starting it just over the swelling of my public mound it barely covered the cheeks of my ass. I pushed it a little lower figuring I would be on my stomach anyway. I started to stretch out when a movement caught my eye across the small room. The movement was me in the full length mirror on the wall. As I looked at my topless reflection, I caught Paula off to the side, barely visible in the mirror, staring directly into it, looking at me.
Seeing me now looking, I saw her turn her head quickly and for the first time this visit felt a heat growing between my legs that rivaled that of the room. I stretched out on my stomach sighing as my hard nipples pressed into the soft mat and turning my head to the left rested my face on the warm pillow. Paula knelt down on the floor behind me and said, “I know this sounds like déjà vu all over again, but can you open your legs for me?”
“Oh, I….”
“On the floor it’s either that or I have to straddle you to be able to massage your back correctly.”
A shiver went through me at the word straddle, but telling myself to just relax and get my head out of the world of lesbian porn; I opened my legs wide enough for her to kneel between them. I could feel her legs against mine as she leaned over me and reveled in the contact. Paula’s warm hands started on my shoulders and I purred in contentment as she worked the kinks out. After a couple of minutes, she leaned to the side and dipped her hand into the wooden bowl.
I felt something wet and warm on my back and she said, “Vanilla oil, it helps soothe muscles from the inside out.”
As her hands spread the oil and began to massage it into the middle of my back parts of my body felt anything but relaxed. My nipples were throbbing and my clit was matching its rhythm. The heat from the oil spread through my body and it was all I could do not to start grinding my hips into the matt. Paula poured some of the oil down both my arms and as she worked it in, I could feel her hair tickling my back.
“Going to get your hair sticky.” I said softly.
“That’s okay, I like being sticky.” She said softly.
I laughed nervously, “That can be fun sometimes.”
“True, but only when you can do something about it.” Paula’s hands had switched to my lower back and I sighed as the heat spread pleasantly down below the silk to my ass. “But if you can’t it can be pretty frustrating.”
“Yeah, horny isn’t fun if there’s no one to enjoy it with” I replied, thinking I knew that all too well lately.
“Even if there is someone, if it’s not exactly what we want it can be tough, satisfying, but not completely.”
“Yeah, mister right now doesn’t always do it.” I agreed, “But seems
like you have mister right.”
“I do, Jeff is wonderful,” she sighed wistfully, “but sometimes it’s more about Mrs. Right,” she laughed, “Well for me it would Mrs. Right now.”
“Mrs….” I trailed off unsure if I had understood her or if my fevered mind was again hearing what it wanted to.
“Imagine sometimes wanting something different.” Paula spoke quietly as her hands worked the back of my thighs, “Picture yourself desiring a woman.”
“A….woman.” I was barely able to get the words out in a horse whisper.
“Yes, a woman. Just follow along with me. Think about wanting to experience the softer sex. Wanting to know what they would be like, how different they would feel. Women are so much more erotic then men, more sensual, more seductive, more….beautiful.” she sighed the last word and her fingers went from massaging to lightly caressing my legs.
“Now I’m not saying all the time, like a married woman would leave her husband or boyfriend, but more like a…” she paused then laughed, “A craving.”
“Craving.” I knew I sounded like a parrot, but between the heat of the room, my body being totally relaxed and my mind overwhelmed with what she was saying, it was all I could manage.
“Yes, a craving for something different.”
Paula’s fingers were now trailing lightly along my inner thighs and a shudder went through me. Part of me wanted to yell ‘don’t tease me’, but that stubbornly self conscious part told me to change the conversation and stop wanting what I was raised to think was wrong.
“The occasional desire; no not desire, need to feel a woman’s soft breasts against your own to have your lips lovingly embrace her softer more intimate lips, to taste her and hear her soft sighs in your ears.” Paula’s voice was becoming breathy and her fingers were trembling against my thigh as they worked their way higher.
“Now imagine having that craving and doing what I do for a living. Think about what it would be like to see these beautiful women all but naked in front of you and have your hands all over their bodies.” She paused and looking up into the mirror I saw her staring down at me, her lips parted as she breathed through her mouth, her chest heaving beneath the dress.