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Tania was screwed tight inside. How anyone would open her up, she did not know. Tania tried hard to look inconspicuous and normal. She did not want to appear like some freak of nature—an unattached, sexually incompetent woman. Re-crossing her legs neatly and keeping her shoulders square, Tania decided to go for the sophisticated executive look—a woman with the money to treat herself to a little erotic relaxation.
The nervousness irritated her. She worked in a highly paid job. A small team of investment analysts operated under her as well as a respectable portfolio of clients. Having toiled long hours, weekends and avoiding holidays to impress those about her, Tania had been made an associate at a ridiculously young age of twenty-five.
A door opened and a woman dressed in a white skirt and short-sleeved blouse beckoned to Tania. Inhaling deeply, Tania stood and followed her through into the treatment area.
The assistant politely asked Tania to undress—to take off everything. A soft white robe had been laid out for Tania to put on and she could have a shower. Left alone, Tania went into automatic mode and did as she had been told. Blistering hot water sprayed out of the showerhead when she switche
d it on. After turning it down, she rubbed her skin under the splashes with the unscented liquid soap provided.
For the first time, her belly stirred and arousal kindled in her sex. She shook her head, as though in denial, feeling the water cascading over her naked body, tracking her natural contours. A stream of water fell between her modest breasts, slipping down her flat belly and onto her curved thighs.
It did not feel like a morning shower—no refreshing wake-up call to energize her. It was more perfunctory, as if it were a prelude to some medical procedure. Tania dismissed from her mind an image of a masked surgeon with terrible devices in his hands. This was about pleasure, nothing else.
The door opened while Tania was still in the shower. She whipped around to face the tiles and fumbled around for the shower controls.
“No hurry but once you’re ready, you can perch on this bench and I will shave you.” The tone was laced with polite disinterest.
The woman held out a towel to Tania and the white-garbed woman with delicate, slanting eyes indicated toward a long, padded bench by the wall.
Tania tried hard not to be humiliated by the shaving. The lathering of her hairs into a foam and the slow, clinical movements of the razor did not relax her apprehension. However, her embarrassment had been saved by the calm nature of the woman, who seemed detached from her actions. Instructed to stand in the shower and wash away the rogue shavings, Tania held her nerves at bay.
“Put the robe on, please, and come next door. Room Two.”
Alone, Tania caught sight of her naked body in a full-length mirror. Between her legs, she saw a clear reflection of unadulterated sexual embodiment. She felt sexy—at long last the right emotion for the occasion. Wrapping the toweling robe about her body, she went down the corridor to find Room Two.
The room was dimly lit with candles every few paces on the floor by the walls. The scent permeated the air. A sweet, yet spicy smell of the orient. Tania inhaled its potency and hoped it would have medicinal effect on her nerves. In the middle of the room, similar in size to a church altar, was a wide, padded table—the treatment table, complete with a hole in which to place her face and towels to cover her body.
“Slip off your robe, then please lie down.” The woman had appeared without making a sound. “On your tummy and I will cover you up. Adam will be here any minute.”
Gentle oriental muzak drifted out of the speakers. The shadows cast by the candles danced about the walls. The other furniture was a trolley containing bottles and folded towels and a vanity unit with a glistening white sink. The room had an understated ambience to it. Tania made a decision. She had nothing to lose by seeing things through.
She handed the robe to the assistant and lay down on the table. The towel covered her buttocks. Nothing else was necessary. The room was wonderfully warm. Tania blinked at the floor through the hole, settled her head about its rim and anchored herself to the table. The anticipation was almost unbearable. The moment the masseur stepped in, her edginess would be on display.
The door clicked shut behind him and his footfalls came across the space toward her.
Tania lifted her face out of the safe nook of the head hole. Glancing up, she saw his back. He had turned toward the trolley to fetch something. It was her first glimpse of her masseur and she noticed his hair. Short, dark, almost curly strands tucked neatly about his ears. Her gaze dropped a little lower to his shoulders, which were broad in girth and straight. Tania swallowed, hard. She had an instant rush of blood about her face and it accompanied her innate attraction to men with sturdy frames. There would be no hiding her arousal from him and she couldn’t bring herself to back out of the appointment. Her pride wouldn’t let her reverse out of the door.
Tania ducked her head back down just as he began to pivot around to face her. If his virile physique fired her up, she couldn’t risk seeing his face. She crossed her ankles, pressing her legs closer together.
She heard him squirt oil onto his hands before he rubbed his palms together. “I’m Adam Talbot, Tania,” he said softly in a calm, deep voice. “This is about you, not me. I can do what you wish. I want you to relax and let the tension fly out of your body. Empty your mind and don’t be ashamed. If you feel the need to orgasm, let it happen. Don’t hold back. You can come as much as you want and I will take care of you each time.”
Tania relished the sound of the masseur’s voice. It was masculine, strong and clear. Even before his hands touched her, he had made an impact on her body. Goosebumps pricked up all over her exposed skin and she grasped the edge of the table with both hands.
It began like a normal massage, like many Tania had experienced at traditional spas. Her back and shoulders were molded by sturdy, flat palms and the oil was spread across her skin to ease the passage of his roving hands. Fingers pivoted around the knots in her back, circling and testing her tender spots and judging her physique.
The oily coating was viscous and she envisaged her skin glowing and shiny. Immediately, the encasing oil warmed her body. He repositioned himself, shifting quietly on his feet to stand by her head. Leaning forward, he spread his fingers on her skin and pushed his hands down, all the way to her covered buttocks. The towel slipped a fraction. A waft of cool air drifted down her exposed cleft.
Again, he repeated the process and each time she inhaled deeply.
“Well done,” he said gently.
The towel disappeared and a coolness descended over her bared cheeks. Tania gasped and her insides fluttered with anticipation. Adam rolled the towel up into a cylinder.
“Lift your hips,” he instructed.
Tania felt the rolled-up towel being inserted under her pelvis. Her bottom was lifted. Now her pussy was on full view. The idea sparked a wave of tingles in her clitoris, the kind she struggled to control.
“Part your legs,” he said.
