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Personal Touch

(Excerpt from an upcoming novel)

In a small rectangular room, the Asian woman left her standing across from a mid-thirties Hispanic woman that could have easily walked off of a modeling set. She wore her hair short, just above her shoulders, which hid her long neck but emphasized the firm shoulders upon which a flowery yellow silk robe sat. The robe did little to hide the lusciously feminine curves of the woman from the full rise of her breasts under the fabric to the gentle rounded hips. The two of them stood on either side of a large massage table. The woman Bridget assumed was Lucia gave her a bright smile as she stepped forward.

“I am always happy to meet friends of Mykala. How can I help you today?” She asked, pressing fingers into the cushion of the massage table. Bridget grew flush as she looked around the small room, trying to keep her eyes from the woman before her.

“Mykala says that you are an expert at attending to personal needs.” Bridget was vague, but her hand slipped down along her thigh. Lucia’s eyes followed as a knowing look came over her face. She nodded.

“I will take good care of you…” She left it as a question that Bridget realized she was waiting for an answer to.

“I’m Bridget.” A nervous smile punctuated the name as Lucia pointed to her clothes.

“Please disrobe and lay face down on the table.”

“Wh… No, I don’t want a massage.” Bridget immediately wondered if the woman missed the point.

“It is part of the service. Just relax, Bridget.” Her accent was thick, but full of confidence that Bridget felt herself bending to. Pulling the cover-up over her head before unhooking the top, she placed the discarded clothes on a nearby chair before pulling v-shaped bottoms down her shapely toned legs. Nude before Lucia, realizing this woman was the first person aside from her ex-husband or Lynn she’d been naked for in years, exhilarated Bridget.

Doing as she was told, she lay face down on the table. “Do you mind if I am naked?” The question caught her off guard, a warm shudder running along her skin at the idea.

“No… I don’t.” Bridget barely hesitated with the answer which surprised her more than the question did. A moment later, a milk chocolate belly adorned with a belly ring and a pair of shapely hips broke into her line of sight. Warm hands, slick with oil, pressed into her back and Bridget let out a contented sigh that carried with it tension and stress she hadn’t realized she was carrying. The hands urged her into a deep relaxation that sent tingles arching along her body.

Before she realized how long she’d been there, Lucia was urging her to turn over as her fingers worked the muscles of her ankles. Free of any hesitation at what might happen, Bridget turned, her nakedness spread out for Lucia to appreciate.

Looking down along her body, it was the first time Bridget really laid eyes on Lucia since the massage started. Her full, supple breasts bounced and swayed as the woman’s hands played magical notes of pleasure along Bridget’s skin.

This wasn’t sexual pleasure, but a pleasure of her body opening to every experience in a way that she’d never done before. Her mind wandered, her eyes lingered on Lucia as the woman worked her body, starting at her chest. Her hands pushed away tension even in her breasts, a place Bridget would never have thought to find it.

Despite the meticulously professional attention Lucia showed her body, Bridget couldn’t help but feel her arousal growing with each touch that drew closer to her heated core. Lucia worked her legs and inner thighs and every time her hand drew closer and closer but never touched. The sensation became almost a tease as Bridget’s body warmed. Bridget found her pulse racing in her neck as each inch closer heated her more and more.

Suddenly, Bridget felt her legs bend back so the base of her feet were on the table as the lower ends of the table spread apart, spreading her own thighs. “Do you prefer some hair or would you like it to be bare?” She asked as she worked over some items on a nearby sink. The question was one that Bridget hadn’t considered.

For the longest time she’d shaved herself bare for her ex-husband, thinking that was what he wanted. Now that she had the choice, she wasn’t certain what she wanted. Lucia walked to the head of the table and adjusted a lever which allowed her to raise the table up so Bridget could see. On a small table between her spread thighs sat a small basin, a stack of small towels and a straight razor. Bridget felt a pang of apprehension as a warm hand pressed against her shoulder. Lucia’s reassuring smile warmed her and pushed the apprehension back.

“Small bit of a triangle at the top, please.” Bridget said gleefully, deciding she needed to step out. Lucia nodded, returning the smile before walking around the space between her legs. Bridget’s gaze was intense as she watched. Though she saw it coming, the feeling of another woman’s hand against her sex, rubbing with wild abandon, Lucia’s tender hands spread cream from the top of her mound to the puckered hole in back.

Bridget’s already heightened sense of arousal shot up along her spine as she moaned into the touch. Lucia had to recognize it aroused Bridget being so close to her pooling moisture. To the woman’s credit, even in all of her nakedness she never broke the professional nature of her position. Tracing a small, long triangle into the green cream, she looked up for approval. Bridget bit the edge of her lips with bright eyes and a nod as Lucia gave a reassuring smirk.

The blade came out as the woman’s deft fingers ever so gently scrapped away the green cream on the edges of the triangle she’d traced. As far as the most arousing way any person had ever touched Bridget, this was quickly becoming the top experience as she fought to keep her hips from gyrating against the touch.

Lucia cleared the cream on her mound and slowly worked her way lower. Bridget’s head pressed against the padding. She fought to keep her breathing in check as Lucia spread her firm ass cheeks and cleaned her bare of hair from bottom to top.

Between the sheer danger of such a sharp blade so close to her lips, and Lucia’s fingers moving them to get every offending strand of hair out of the way, the sensation threatened to send Bridget into space. When the hot towel hit her overheated skin, Bridget all but orgasmed under Lucia’s touch.

Deep down, she wondered if that wasn’t the intent, but as the towel wiped away any vestiges of her former self, Bridget couldn’t help but stare at the woman who so completely brought her to the edge without even pushing her sexually. Suddenly all the dreams and fantasies she’d bottled up over the years came flooding through her soul.