Carlos greets me himself, warmly. He’s wearing a black t-shirt, tight against his muscles. His white teeth flash as he smiles at me. “How are we doing today?”
I sigh, but smile. “Not so great. My rent’s going up.”
Carlos’s mouth twists. “That’s just the worst, Erica. I’m sorry to hear it. They upped the rent here, as well. Everything goes up with inflation except income. Isn’t that just the way?”
I nod.
“Well, you can head right in. I’ll be with you shortly. Go ahead and get settled.”
I move past him into the private massage room and disrobe. There’s a shower and I get into it, allowing the hot water to run all over me. I rub the water into my skin and close my eyes. But misery follows me into the water. I try to put my increased rent from my mind, but it’s no use. I’ll be thinking about it until I figure out a solution.
After my shower, I dry myself off and lie down on the massage table, face down. I leave my ass covered by the towel. Soon, I’m joined by Carlos.
“Hey,” says Carlos. “I know you must be stressed. Do you want me to put on some music?”
“Maybe just softly.”
“Sure.” Carlos goes to put on some ambient, soft music. Then he lights a few incense sticks and coats his hand in massage oil. I can hear him doing these things. My eyes are shut.
Slick fingers slowly drift onto the skin of my back, pressing and moulding me. The slip of my skin feels good against my muscles and bones. The aches abate as Carlos works his magic on me. Down my back and along my spine he rubs me so well, so nicely. His fingertips are shooting warmth and pleasure under my skin. I let out a small hum of pleasure, despite my worries still circling in my brain.
“I’m just going to move your towel down a touch,” Carlos’s chocolatey voice says.
“OK,” I say.
He tugs the towel down just a little before continuing his progress along my back, rubbing and spidering and pushing with his incredible fingers. Down to the small of my back, dragging his thumbs out to my sides.
“You’re very tense,” he says. “How’s your back been feeling?”
“Sore,” I say. “Very sore. Throbbing pain. The usual.”
“Any particular spots?”
“No, not really. My lower back and neck, mostly.”
His hands are instantly at the back of my head, massaging my scalp and down my neck. His fingers wind into my hair. I want to coo from the nice feelings coursing through me. Then his hands are back down at my lower back, his fingertips dipping just under the towel. Tantalizing close to my ass. To the spots where he dares not touch. I suddenly find myself wishing his would. Wishing he would flip me over and have his way. I find my pussy is suddenly beginning to get wet. Just a little bit. Not full-fledged drips.
But he skips over the towelled area and moves onto my thighs and calves. His touches are no less wonderful there.
“Am I helping at all?” he asks.
“You’re working wonders,” I answer. “Thank you so much.”
“I aim to please,” he says. “I just can’t help feeling that you’re not necessarily feeling any less tense. Are you in any way uncomfortable?”
“No,” I say. “I’m resigned to being unable to fully relax this session, I’m afraid. Just a little too stressful these days.”
“I understand… I just wish there was some way I could help you.”
“You’re helping me as much as you can now,” I say. “Your massages help more than you can know.”
“But I’m not really helping you as much as I can right now,” he says, slowly. “Have you ever tried tantric massage?”
“I can’t say I have,” I say, turning my head sideways so I can look up at him.
“There’s a massage called Yoni massage. Yoni means sacred place or sacred temple and it refers to the sacred spot on a woman. If you’d like, I could try it. You might like it.”
I can scarcely believe what I’m hearing. Surely I’m misunderstanding him. “Yoni… It’s a massage for…”
“For your genitals,” says Carlos.
“Right.”
“If you’d like. It might help.”
My head swims at the thought of Carlos’s big, meaty hands touching my pussy. I want him. I want that, so much. “It’s worth a shot,” I say.
“All right,” he says. “Please turn over while I get some pillows for you.”
I flip over and my pussy tingles excitedly. My breathing is heavy and my heart is beating hard. Fuck. Calm down. Yoni massage is a real massage. Like Jane said, it’s no different than him touching my back, really. It’s all skin… This doesn’t change the relationship. He’s still the… hot massage therapist, and I’m still the client. Should I cover myself with the towel? Or not? I feel a little shy, which is ridiculous, given what I’ve just agreed to. Nevertheless, I lie the towel lengthwise over my body. It covers me from tits to cunt.
Carlos returns with two fluffy pillows and smiles at me. “Do you mind if I remove this towel?”
“No!” I say, strangely and nervously.
“I want you to feel comfortable with all of this,” says Carlos. “Don’t worry, I will go very slow. This massage is built on respect and trust. This is simply a massage, with no particular goal. Some women orgasm from this massage, but it’s not the goal. Just feel what feels good and lose yourself in the pleasure. Relax into yourself.”
“OK,” I say.
Carlos slowly removes the towel. It drags on my nipples, making them grow stiff.
“This pillow is for behind your head,” says Carlos, placing one there. “This one is for under your hips. And I’ll be right back with two more pillows…”
My pussy is elevated in the air, feeling the breeze. I feel exposed, but also free.
The last two pillows go under my knees.
“Spread your legs, please,” Carlos says. “And breathe. Deep, even breathing.”
I do what he says, and he slicks his hands in massage oil again. He waits a few moments, just watching me breathe. My breasts lift with each deep breath.
He places his slick hands on my stomach and begins to gently run his hands along me. My ribcage, my chest, my breasts, my inner thighs… he touches me gently everywhere. Pleasure floods my body. His hands run over my breasts, squeezing them in his slick hands. Electricity shoots from my nipples to my pussy.
I feel trickles of massage oil landing on my pussy’s mound. His hands are there, cupping my vulva and rubbing it. Then his fingers are squeezing the outer lips of my vagina. His thumb and index finger carefully trace my outer lips, then my inner lips. I open my eyes and see him looking back at me. Carlos, this amazing, hot man, with his fingers tantalizingly dancing on my pussy.
He continues to rub and squeeze my pussy lips, and I can feel myself getting wet and hot. My lips are engorging with pleasure. Everything gets puffy down there when I’m being well-stimulated. His fingers are like tendrils of pleasure, traversing every external part of my pussy.
After a few minutes of his slow, teasing squeezing and rubbing, his fingers find my clit. He slowly strokes my clit lightly in circles with one finger. Very gently, very slowly.