A Woman's Touch (4 page)

“Hello?”

“Ha, I got you!” Paula chirped, “I figured you wouldn’t answer if I called from the spa.”

“Oh, um, hi Paula.” I said awkwardly.

“Hi yourself, what’s this you’re not coming tonight?”

“I…look, I just feel…”

“Linda, please.” Paula sighed, “You think you’re the first woman who did that?”

“No, I guess not, but…” I wasn’t sure what to say, but sure as hell wouldn’t ask if the others had been wet during their massage.

“But what? A little awkward for a minute sure, but I mean,” she laughed, “I have one too, I know what they feel like!”

Uninvited an image of Paula playing with herself exploded into my mind and I closed my eyes unable to push it aside, but managed to speak, “Yeah well it was pretty humiliating on my end and…”

“And what, you’re not going to come back? Come on, Linda don’t stay away because of that. I forgot all about it until I found out you weren’t coming tonight.” She paused, “Please come tonight.”

Oh, how I wish that was meant another way!

“I…maybe next week.” I stalled.

“You have plans?” I paused a little too long and she continued, “Then come on down!”

“I…okay.” I caved; if nothing else Paula deserved an apology in person.

“Great, but there’s one problem, Rebecca scheduled someone for five thirty, can you come around seven?”

“I thought you went home at seven?”

“Tonight I’ll stay. Besides, I have something special for you, something new that I’m getting into and want to try with a special client.”

“Then do that for someone who’s been coming longer than me.”

“Nope, I think it’s perfect for you and free of charge!”

“Oh, no!” I said firmly, “No way I’m not giving you something for tonight.”

Paula sighed heavily in my ear, “Fine, I’ll let you make tonight worth my while, deal?”

“Deal, I will give you something for tonight.”

“Just remember you said that.” Paula laughed and ended the call.

Chapter Four

I pulled in front of the spa and frowned when I saw only Paula’s red Infinity in the first spot. When I entered I saw most of the lights had been shut off leaving the foyer in darkness except for the light coming down the hallway from the back.

“Hello?” I called out as I approached the vacant desk.

“Be right out!” Paula called from her off that was off to the left behind the reception area.

“I thought you guys were open until nine?” I called back to her.

“Actually I screwed up and gave two girls tonight off, so I just rescheduled their appointments for tomorrow.” Paula replied, “I didn’t want to work all night and that’s the best thing about being the owner.”

“Yeah I imagine it’s a….wow Paula!”

I immediately felt like a fool blurting that out, but Paula had just come out of her office and…wow! She was dressed in a one piece black dress so short the hem barely fell past her upper thigh. The front was just as revealing plunging into a deep V that exposed more than half of her ample breasts. In addition to the surprising lack of material the micro dress was tight enough to appear painted on, hugging her body and displaying her impressive set of curves.

Not only her curves, but my eyes widened when I noted she wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples were plainly visible. I pushed my eyes past her incredible chest, but didn’t find much relief. Paula’s black hair was down and looked damn good flowing down her shoulders and back. She was wearing makeup and her amazing lips were painted a playful shade of pink.

“I’ll take wow!” Paula laughed, doing a quick spin that showed most of her back was bare and just how well the dress hugged her ass, she stopped and put her arms out, “You like?”

“Um, yeah.” I nodded, being careful not to let myself say anything further, “You going out after work?”

“I am!” she gave me a huge smile, “One Friday a month Jeff goes and plays poker and I have a girl’s night out.”

“Good for you.” I smiled and allowed myself the thought of Paula shaking what she had-and she had plenty-on a dance floor somewhere.

“Hey, you can come if you want!” Paula exclaimed, “Always room for one more.”

“No, uh…I’m not dressed for that.”

“Go change and meet me.”

“I…I think I’ll just chill out tonight.” I replied, playing it safe again.

“Well, maybe I can get you to change your mind. Come on in the back and check out my new room!”

She turned and headed down the hallway and I followed, my eyes glued to the seductive swaying of her well rounded ass. I let my eyes wander down the backs of her shapely legs and took in her black fuck me stilettos. Paula opened the door to one of the rooms and once I had entered said, “Change in here and go through that door,” she pointed across the room. “That’s a brand new room I just had renovated and you’ll be the first one to try it.”

She went over to the door and said over her shoulder, “I’m going to get it ready, see you in a couple of minutes.”

She slipped through the door and entering the small changing room I stripped down and as I removed my bra ignored my hard nipples. I had promised I would do the best I could to not be a horny mess this time. I pinned my hair up, left my thong on and wrapping the towel tightly around me, left the room. I entered the other room and stopped in the doorway.

The room was lit entirely by well over a dozen candles placed on the floor and there was no table, only a long mat in the middle of the candles. There was soft music playing and the air was laced with vanilla incense from the small burners placed around the room. Next to the mat was a wooden bowl suspended in a metal frame above one of the candles.

“Come on in and close the door, the heat is part of the effect.” Paula spoke from my left.

I closed the door while noting she wasn’t kidding, I was already beginning to flush from the heat. Paula was leaning against the only table in the room and lifting her legs one at a time removed her heels. Each leg that rose exposed a lot of her soft inner thigh and a bead of sweat ran down my back that wasn’t just from the sauna like temperature of the room.

“Lay down,” She gestured towards the floor.

I walked over to the mat and kneeling down began to unwrap my towel. Paula came around in front of me and squatting down placed a small pillow down, “Rest your head on that and just let your arms stay by your sides.”

“Sure.” I started to pull the towel open, but stopped when she remained where she was.

Paula was leaning forward and giving me a view down her dress that showed not only her breasts, but I could see the darker skin around her nipples. My own nipples stiffened and swallowing I said, “Could you, you know, turn around?”

“Oh.” Paula stood up, “Sure, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Some women don’t care.” She smiled, “I have to say I don’t think you’d have anything to be ashamed of.”

“Thanks, I guess I’m shy.” I told her which was pretty true, at least with women.

Paula walked around to stand behind me and looking over my shoulder I saw she had her back to me, “When you remove the towel there’s a red silk cloth next to the mat just wrap that around your waist for me.”

“Okay.” I let the towel fall away and kneeling in just my thong placed it to the side and picked up the soft cloth.

As I wrapped it around my waist, I frowned, there was very little material and even starting it just over the swelling of my public mound it barely covered the cheeks of my ass. I pushed it a little lower figuring I would be on my stomach anyway. I started to stretch out when a movement caught my eye across the small room. The movement was me in the full length mirror on the wall. As I looked at my topless reflection, I caught Paula off to the side, barely visible in the mirror, staring directly into it, looking at me.

Seeing me now looking, I saw her turn her head quickly and for the first time this visit felt a heat growing between my legs that rivaled that of the room. I stretched out on my stomach sighing as my hard nipples pressed into the soft mat and turning my head to the left rested my face on the warm pillow. Paula knelt down on the floor behind me and said, “I know this sounds like déjà vu all over again, but can you open your legs for me?”

“Oh, I….”

“On the floor it’s either that or I have to straddle you to be able to massage your back correctly.”

A shiver went through me at the word straddle, but telling myself to just relax and get my head out of the world of lesbian porn; I opened my legs wide enough for her to kneel between them. I could feel her legs against mine as she leaned over me and reveled in the contact. Paula’s warm hands started on my shoulders and I purred in contentment as she worked the kinks out. After a couple of minutes, she leaned to the side and dipped her hand into the wooden bowl.

I felt something wet and warm on my back and she said, “Vanilla oil, it helps soothe muscles from the inside out.”

As her hands spread the oil and began to massage it into the middle of my back parts of my body felt anything but relaxed. My nipples were throbbing and my clit was matching its rhythm. The heat from the oil spread through my body and it was all I could do not to start grinding my hips into the matt. Paula poured some of the oil down both my arms and as she worked it in, I could feel her hair tickling my back.

“Going to get your hair sticky.” I said softly.

“That’s okay, I like being sticky.” She said softly.

I laughed nervously, “That can be fun sometimes.”

“True, but only when you can do something about it.” Paula’s hands had switched to my lower back and I sighed as the heat spread pleasantly down below the silk to my ass. “But if you can’t it can be pretty frustrating.”

“Yeah, horny isn’t fun if there’s no one to enjoy it with” I replied, thinking I knew that all too well lately.

“Even if there is someone, if it’s not exactly what we want it can be tough, satisfying, but not completely.”

“Yeah, mister right now doesn’t always do it.” I agreed, “But seems like you have mister right.”

“I do, Jeff is wonderful,” she sighed wistfully, “but sometimes it’s more about Mrs. Right,” she laughed, “Well for me it would Mrs. Right now.”

“Mrs….” I trailed off unsure if I had understood her or if my fevered mind was again hearing what it wanted to.

“Imagine sometimes wanting something different.” Paula spoke quietly as her hands worked the back of my thighs, “Picture yourself desiring a woman.”

“A….woman.” I was barely able to get the words out in a horse whisper.

“Yes, a woman. Just follow along with me. Think about wanting to experience the softer sex. Wanting to know what they would be like, how different they would feel. Women are so much more erotic then men, more sensual, more seductive, more….beautiful.” she sighed the last word and her fingers went from massaging to lightly caressing my legs.

“Now I’m not saying all the time, like a married woman would leave her husband or boyfriend, but more like a…” she paused then laughed, “A craving.”

“Craving.” I knew I sounded like a parrot, but between the heat of the room, my body being totally relaxed and my mind overwhelmed with what she was saying, it was all I could manage.

“Yes, a craving for something different.”

Paula’s fingers were now trailing lightly along my inner thighs and a shudder went through me. Part of me wanted to yell ‘don’t tease me’, but that stubbornly self conscious part told me to change the conversation and stop wanting what I was raised to think was wrong.

“The occasional desire; no not desire,
need
to feel a woman’s soft breasts against your own to have your lips lovingly embrace her softer more intimate lips, to taste her and hear her soft sighs in your ears.” Paula’s voice was becoming breathy and her fingers were trembling against my thigh as they worked their way higher.

“Now imagine having that craving and doing what I do for a living. Think about what it would be like to see these beautiful women all but naked in front of you and have your hands all over their bodies.” She paused and looking up into the mirror I saw her staring down at me, her lips parted as she breathed through her mouth, her chest heaving beneath the dress.

“It’s so hard, Linda. There are days I soak through my panties and have to change in my office because it happens so often I keep extra pairs here. Some days I lock myself in there and get off in between clients.”

“Oh, I…” I was speechless, my body trembled as it dawned on me this was either a prank far crueler than I could picture Paula playing or my fantasy was rapidly becoming a reality.

“I’ve even had a couple of clients flirt with me, but I’m married and have to be careful. You never know who might say what. So I’ve been careful to never mix work with pleasure, but then I felt you last week, felt how wet you were, wet like this.”

Paula leaned up and swinging her leg over mine straddled my leg.

“Oh my God!” I cried out at the feeling of her bare wet flesh pressing against my thigh. “You….you’re so…”

“Wet.” Paula finished while grinding her hips into my leg, smearing her pussy across it. “As wet as you were last week.”

My only answer was a low moan at the feeling of her hot flesh pressing to mine. Paula grabbed the red cloth and tossed it to the side, “Aww, you’re wearing a thong.”

“Paula, I…I’ve never….”

“I know.” She said softly, “I can tell. You’re just beginning to explore aren’t you? That’s okay, my first time wasn’t until a few years ago while I was on a cruise with a friend.”

Paula caused me to gasp by grabbing my ass and giving it a squeeze. “Hmmm, very nice.”

“Don’t…don’t tease me.” I whispered. “Please,” I sounded pathetic, but I was beginning to squirm, rolling my hips into the mat and straining to move my leg between hers.

“Oh, this is your first time.” She purred. “You’re worried I’m teasing? How about I put your mind at ease?”

Sitting straight up, Paula grabbed the hem of her dress and with no hesitation, pulled it off. My eyes widened and my mouth opened at the sight of Paula’s naked body over mine. Her breasts were large and round and even in the mirror I could see how hard her rose colored nipples were. My eyes roamed up and down her body, feasting on her soft flat stomach, the curve of her thighs, every inch of her bare flesh.