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Sometime later, I heard a soft tap on my bedroom door. Not wanting to remove myself just yet from my cocoon of luxury, I called out to answer.
“Yes?”
“It’s time for your massage,” a woman’s voice replied.
“Just one minute please.”
I reluctantly stepped out of the bath and quickly toweled myself dry. I wrapped a large bath sheet around me, re-donned my mask, then opened the bedroom door.
A petite young Asian girl greeted me, wearing a kimono similar to mine and a crimson masquerade mask.
Apparently not everybody who works here always walks around stark naked.
The girl was utterly breathtaking. Long jet-black hair cascaded over high cheekbones past pouty lips, her delicate collarbones peeking from the top of her kimono. I could see her breasts and hips outlined by the tightly-wrapped kimono and suddenly wished that she too had come to my boudoir naked.
“My name is Jasmine,” she said. “I’m your personal masseuse and esthetician. Are you ready for your final preparation?
Just the thought of this beauty laying her tender hands on me sent a shiver down my spine.
“Definitely. Please come in. How would you like me to prepare?”
“Come with me, please.”
Jasmine led me into the bathroom, where she nonchalantly removed her kimono and hung it behind the bathroom door.
Oh my God.
I didn’t think anyone in this place could get more beautiful or sensuous. Jasmine had perfectly shaped B-cup breasts with a thin indentation running down the center of her perfectly toned stomach. Like everyone else in this place, her pubis was utterly bald and flawless. She barely looked eighteen and I was just about to ask her age, but she spoke first.
“If you’d like to remove your towel and lay face down on the table, we can get started. May I call you Jade?”
There was something about her confident manner and tone that belied her youthful appearance. I had no inhibitions whatsoever about displaying myself unclothed to this stranger.
“Yes, thank you, Jasmine.” I unhooked my bath sheet and threw it against the side of the tub.
“Would you like me to drape your backside?” Jasmine asked.
“That won’t be necessary,” I quickly answered.
Jasmine walked over to the vanity counter and picked up two small bottles of oil resting under an orange radiant lamp. She brought them back to the massage table, opened one, and poured the oil into one cupped hand then rubbed her hands together. The scent of lavender wafted toward my nose.
I closed my eyes in anticipation of her touch. I’d had massages before, but nothing as sensuous and stimulating as this. When her hands touched the small of my back, I jerked reflexively from the sexual tension. My heart was beating a hundred miles an hour as I felt the blood coursing through my veins.
Jasmine must have sensed my nervous tension and began pressing her fingers more firmly into my back as she moved them slowly up each side of my spine. The warm oil allowed her hands to glide effortlessly across my skin. She used every surface of her hands to massage my muscles, expertly kneading my skin with her fingers and palm.
I began to relax as my muscles softened and surrendered to her touch. She sensuously massaged every part of my back, shoulders, and neck, applying just the right amount of pressure. Periodically, she would pour more warm oil on my lower back, dipping her hands in it to replenish the silky lubrication against my pliant skin.
Just as the sexual tension began to subside from the utter relaxation of the massage, Jasmine moved her hands down to my buttocks and began to caress them in soft circular motions. My glutes contracted involuntarily and I unconsciously pressed my mound into the firm padding of the table. Suddenly I was quickly reminded that a gorgeous young woman was caressing my naked body. She cupped each buttock between her hands as she massaged my ass tantalizingly, her little finger sliding slowly into the cleft just above my anus.
Periodically, I’d partially open one of my eyes with my head turned in her direction to look at her gorgeous body. My head was at the same level as her midsection, and my mouth watered as I watched her stomach muscles flex and her hips undulate with each movement of her hands. At times her pussy was almost right beside me and I wanted to reach out and run my own fingers up her soft legs.
I was in total heaven and getting wetter by the moment. Just when I thought I couldn’t stand it anymore, she suddenly moved her hands down to my feet and began massaging her thumbs into my soles.
I’d always loved having my feet massaged, but nobody did it like Jasmine. She cradled my foot and used every part of her hands to massage and knead every surface from my heel to my toes. I didn’t want her to stop, but there were other parts of my body that were screaming for attention.
As if reading my thoughts, she began moving her hands up toward my calf, using her thumbs to spread the muscle apart. She lingered almost as long on my calf as she had on my foot, rolling the ball of my calf between both of her hands, sliding her slick hands up and down erotically. I couldn’t help imagining how she might use those same hands to massage a man’s erect cock in a similar manner. My mind wandered again to what pleasures lay in wait for me over dinner.
