Massage Point Loma Novels & Stories

The massage was so comfortable that Celena was certain no massage parlor could even come close to Liam's technique. "Liam, why are you so good at this? Did you learn this somewhere?" she asked out of curiosity. "Of course not, but I had learned some basic human anatomy from a doctor in the past, so I know where parts would feel the most comfortable. Since I also served in the army, I learned a long time ago how to control my strokes to give just the right amount of force. I guess all that training came in handy, and not just in combat," he explained.

Once done she came out of the room with a towel tightly wrapped around her and a woman already waiting for her in the room. "Hello, Mrs Acres. My name is Rouchette and I will be your masseuse for today" "Hello" Guiding Robin to the massage bed she guided her to lay on her back and try to relax. "So, are there any major areas that might be a bit sore that I should pay extra attention to?" "Uhm, I suppose my lower back is a tad bit sore." "Alright, then we'll begin with that. Please turn around and lower your towel to your lower waist"

"How long have you two been here?" "Just long enough to put on these awesome robes. It's so soft, go gets yours quick. The massage lady is just getting the stones and the mud bath heated." Marissa leaned back and put her feet up on a stool. Allie pointed to a cute little door off to the side where I could put my things and change.

I exclaimed as I pulled up into the parking lot of the resort. We grabbed our coffees, and I got my bag from the back that I hastily filled with swimsuits and sunscreen. Lauren took my arm as we walked into the lobby. "Good morning, welcome to Lotus and Rain, how can I help you today?" The woman didn’t look older than 20 but she carried a sharp professionalism and wisdom in her tone. "Hey, so we don’t have any appointments but we were hoping to get some massages and facials." The woman offered us a somewhat judgmental smile but turned her eyes down and started typing away on her computer. She raised her eyebrows in surprise when she answered me.

I asked, humor in my tone. He shot me a wink. "More lotion means I won't be able to dig into your muscles. Which is good. If the tissue has been damaged, then I need to refrain from jabbing into them. Lymphatic massage is about moving the fluid inside your tissue. Not the tissue itself." All I heard was ‘barely any pressure.' I struggled not to whine. Light, fleeting touches did nothing but annoy me. But, he was trying to be a friend, so I would shut up and let him do so.

God I have missed her so much I just want to do so many things to her right now. I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly dry. Without a word I reached into the drawer beside the bed, grabbed the massage cream, and squeezed a generous amount onto my palm. The cool scent of lavender filled the air as I knelt on the mattress between her parted thighs. My hands—steady on the outside, trembling on the inside—spread the cream over the smooth expanse of her back. The moment I pressed my thumbs into the tight muscles along her spine, Payton let out a low, throaty sound that shot straight through me.

He kept the laptop by his side and stood up from the couch, without glancing at her, he said, “let's use the massage room.” Kate grinned behind him and followed; when they got to the room Liam took the massage oil, and she quickly took off the short gown she was putting on causing her breasts to dangle in front of him. She walked to the table and lay on her stomach, watching him as he poured the oil on his hands, then rubbed it on her back; keeping the oil, he used his both hands to knead her back. A moan left her lips as she closed her eyes, letting him work on her back.

But God, it felt so right. "There's a technique called internal massage therapy," Marcus explained, his fingers curling inside her to hit that perfect spot. "It releases tension that can't be reached externally. Very effective for comprehensive treatment." "Oh God," Elena moaned, her hands gripping the sides of the massage table. "Let yourself feel it," Marcus instructed. "Don't fight the release." His fingers worked faster, harder, and Elena felt the orgasm building impossibly fast. She hadn't come this easily in years. David never took the time, never knew how to touch her like this.

But God, it felt so right. "There's a technique called internal massage therapy," Marcus explained, his fingers curling inside her to hit that perfect spot. "It releases tension that can't be reached externally. Very effective for comprehensive treatment." "Oh God," Elena moaned, her hands gripping the sides of the massage table. "Let yourself feel it," Marcus instructed. "Don't fight the release." His fingers worked faster, harder, and Elena felt the orgasm building impossibly fast. She hadn't come this easily in years. David never took the time, never knew how to touch her like this.