Lesbian Surprise Massage Novels & Stories

I decided to get a massage and my masseuse is already waiting for me . “Welcome Luna,” she smiles as get to work. I enjoy the massage for about thirty minutes before something doesn’t feel right anymore. “Stop, stop!”

It wasn't her way. "That confirms you haven't learned a damn thing," I sighed. I returned my attention to my gurney buddy. In case there is any confusion, all oil body massages between gender appropriate couples involves oral, pelvic and nipple stimulation with fingers and the tongue. Honestly, I read it somewhere. In the final climb to orgasm, my medic coughed up her name, Layla, then she gushed all over my hand. Aisha was about to bust a blood vessel she was so screwed up inside.

Lydia couldn't remember asking for any service. "I'm sorry, I don't think I need any service ......" "Oh, Miss Jones. It was arranged by Mr. Evans. This is not a normal massage service, and I think you will need it." Lydia was now like a canary kept in a golden cage; she could only accept it, not say no. Lydia was taken to a special room. By the time the massage began, she noticed something was wrong. This was not an ordinary massage. The servants not only massaged her whole body, they also repaired her pubic hair and even smeared a special liquid on her private garden.

I laugh at her scared expression. "No, silly. Natural rainwater helps with cleansing, and the Clear Quartz helps with clearing your mind, balance, and healing. Remove your shirt and bra, then lie face-down on your mat with your arms to your sides. We will begin with a Clear Quartz massage. From this point on, I need you to remain quiet. Focus on your body and mind. First, I will relax your muscles before you stretch them." She follows my directions, granting me access to work on her body. She's left in a pair of short cotton shorts that leave nothing to my imagination. I straddle her bottom to ensure I don't put too much stress on my own body during the session. I drop the two crystal sphere

Kate stepped out of her panties and sat back on the table, her eyes flickered over the oil on the table, and she smiled. Surprise flashed through Liam’s eyes when he came back to the massage room. His wife lay on the table naked with the massage oil on her hand; her eyes turned to him, and she smirked. “Hubby, my whole body hurts right now, I think I need a full body massage.” she spoke with a tempting voice, her hand rubbing on her breasts. Liam groaned as he walked to the table where she lay, he leaned and kissed her mouth deeply, sucking on her tongue, his hand taking the oil from her hand.

Episode 22 – The Masseuse The waiting room smelled of sandalwood and lavender, a scent that clung to the air like a whispered promise. Elena checked her watch, ten minutes early. She’d never done this before, never booked a “sensual full-body massage” from an independent practitioner whose website featured dim lighting and phrases like “energy alignment through touch.” But after the divorce, after months of sleeping alone in a bed that still felt too large, she needed something. Something to remind her she was alive.

A woman stood there with a serene smile, introducing herself as the massage therapist sent “compliments of Elena.” I laughed out loud. “She really thought of everything.” Aristide arched a brow. “Are you implying my sister meddles?” “Yes,” I said without hesitation, grinning as he smirked. The massage was unlike anything I’d experienced. They had a special pregnancy setup for me—a soft cushioned table with room for my bump, gentle oils scented with lavender and rose, hands that worked out knots I hadn’t even realized I was carrying. I felt weightless by the time it was over, my body humming with comfort.

I tried to comfort her. I definitely saw everything and it was beautiful. “Do you promise?” She asked. Sometimes you have to lie to make someone feel better. I hummed, confirming her promise. The massage lasted for an hour, a whole hour of me not being able to get the image of her ass out of my head, it was so thick and round. Something you just want to bite as you squeeze it. “A bath has been drawn for you through that door.” I pointed as she looked for the door.

I’m pretty sure the only reason Liam didn’t jump me then and there was because of the listening audience outside. Our first stop is a hot stone massage. We lay side-by-side on matching masseur benches while two women turn us both into puddles. We hold hands through most of it. Then there was a Himalayan salt exfoliation, followed by mud masks and mani-pedis. I smile at Liam through my drying mud mask as a woman sees to his cuticles and then massages his hands. “I knew there was a reason you always look so put together,” I say. “Mhm,” Liam replies, clearly in spa heaven.

This was the happiest thing for Frostine and the others. "Master Pearce, we haven't given you a massage in a few days. You must be tired. How about we give you one now?" Luna suggested, offering to ease his stress. "Okay!" the quartet replied in unison. As they spoke, the four girls quickly got to work. Aella placed her hands on Logan's thighs, Blossom pulled his left arm straight, Frostine placed her hands on his shoulders, and Luna clenched her fists, ready to give Logan a back massage.