Helen and Casey both take an afternoon off work for some much needed rest and relaxation, and book in to an exclusive massage parlor. Lying on long massage tables next to each other, they enjoy the touch of their hot, female masseuses – one Japanese, one Colombian. However, they quickly come to realize why the establishment is so expensive!
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“This is our special double room for couples wishing to experience our delightful offerings together.” she explained, waiting for our approval. Casey and I exchanged glances, nodding excitedly to each other before signaling our consent.
“Yes, this will do just fine…” I said, trying to hold back my enthusiasm.
“Excellent!” she cried, “I’ll leave you in the assured hands of Keiko and Lorena, then…“
She walked out and gently closed the door behind her, wandering off up the corridor to leave us in peace with our masseuses. Lorena waved us over to a moveable curtain rack that was situated in the corner of the room.
“Please, if you could remove all clothing and then lie face down on the bed, we will take care of the rest.” she said. We disappeared behind the translucent sheet for a minute, busily stripping our clothes and hanging them over the top of the metal rack. Once we were completely naked, I couldn’t help but feel the stirrings of arousal deep inside me. Casey’s hot, young body never ceased to amaze me, and for a brief moment we stepped closer and ran our fingers over each other’s hips, leaning in for a quick kiss before stepping out sheepishly into the open. Keiko and Lorena were both standing with their backs to us, waiting for us to assume our positions on the bed. They had laid out two neatly folded white towels on opposite sides of the bed to cover our buttocks as we lay down. We both climbed on to the noticeably high mattress and lay with our heads up just a few inches from the pillows, and once we had positioned the towels over our asses, the two masseuses turned to face us once again. They each had a belt attached to their waists which held a handily positioned tub of massage oil. I lay with my head facing Lorena’s side, and watched as she squirted a large splodge of oil into her palm and proceeded to smear it across my back, coating my silky flesh in it and making me glisten in the candle light.
I felt her fingers pressing behind my shoulder blades and within seconds I was taking in long, exaggerated breaths as the tension evaporated from my body. She was a miracle worker and she’d only just begun. It was like my body was covered in pressure wheels and she knew exactly which ones to release and in precisely what order. I closed my eyes as she rubbed her oil fingers into the nooks and crannies of my neck, shoulders, back and down to my ass. I’ll admit, as her fingers got closer to my ass and slightly dislodged the towel from my cheeks, I could feel a persistent throb forming around my clitoris that grew more and more intense with every second that passed. Casey, too, was groaning endlessly as Keiko’s magical little fingers worked wonders on her pressure points, and as I looked over at her I saw that the two masseuses were following the same pattern.
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