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Chapter Eighteen
Candace
I meet Sean in the hall outside the changing rooms, which were completely swanky and not at all what I expected. I feel a little nervous in just my robe and nothing else, but when I see that he’s wearing the same, it makes me relax a little more.
“Ready?” he says, greeting me with a lascivious smile and a look, up and down my body that makes me want to blush.
“I think so,” I say. “I’ve never done this before.”
“You’ll love it,” he says, handing me a slip of paper. “Here. That’s your booking confirmation. Just head through those doors up ahead and they should get started right away. I’ll meet you back out here when we’re done.”
I nod, feeling nerves fluttering in my stomach. I really have no idea what to expect from this massage. I’ve seen them in movies or on TV, but never had one myself – and usually, when they are shown, it’s to make some kind of comedy moment, which doesn’t tell me a lot about what they’re really like.
I move down the hall and part ways from Sean at two sets of doors – one marked with a one, and the other with a two, indicating which massage table is which, I suppose. My ticket says one, so I head through and wave a nervous goodbye to Sean as he steps through his own door.
I can’t help but wish we were spending a little more time together instead of being apart, but I suppose beggars can’t be choosers. He’s paying for all this, after all. I shouldn’t complain about anything.
I walk into the room and hand my ticket to a small, quiet, and graceful woman who nods at me and indicates in soft tones that I should lie face down on the massage table. Once there, she asks me to loosen my robe and then pulls it down to my ass. I’m still covered completely, with my breasts pressed against the table, but it feels strangely intimate all the same.
She turns down the lights in the room until we’re lit by candles only, and puts on some gentle music. Just when I think she’s about to start, she tells me she’ll just go fetch some more oil and come back in a moment to begin the massage, so I lay there waiting for her to return.
When she does, apparently it’s straight to business. She doesn’t say a word to let me know that she’s about to start, but rather pours some warm liquid right onto my back and starts to rub it into my skin. She works in circular motions, and even though this is all quite new and startling, I find my eyes sliding closed in relaxation as the tension slides from my muscles.
At first, that’s all it is. The masseuse works my back and shoulders, then the muscles of my legs and arms. I’m feeling drowsy and starting to think that we must be reaching the end when I feel her hands dip towards the area still covered by my robe.
In other words, my ass.
Is she supposed to go under there…?
I make a small noise in the back of my throat as her hands caress the sides of my hips, making the robe move and shift on top of me. This is starting to get uncomfortable. Any second now, if she keeps moving, that robe is going to fall off and leave me completely exposed…
But then her hands are gone, and I feel myself breathing a sigh of relief. We must be done now.
Except apparently, we’re not, because then I hear her walk around closer to my head, and her hands land on my shoulders again.
Such big hands, now that I think about it.
“Well,” says a familiar voice. “Do you want me to stop? Or are you enjoying your massage too much?”
I find myself twisting and turning, trying to move my head to look up without having to expose my body. But when I do finally get my head turned in the right direction…
“Sean!” I say in surprise. He’s standing there in his robe still, his hands shining with the massage oil he’s been rubbing into my skin.
It was him, all along.
“Well?” he prompts, with a sly grin.
I consider it. His hands on my ass… if that’s what he’s suggesting…
“Continue,” I say, pretending to be imperious as I lay my head back down on the table, like a queen.
Sean chuckles throatily. “You asked for it,” he says, and a moment later I yelp in surprise as he whips the robe away from me.
I’m lying completely naked in front of him now, and even though I’m still covered by the table in the front, it gives me a rush of exhilaration to think of him seeing me like this. If it were anyone else, I think I would be scared, nervous, wondering what they thought of me. But the way Sean treats me makes me feel so at ease, I forget to even be self-conscious.
