7 comments/ 93965 views/ 13 favorites A Very Happy Ending By: RossDaniels Kelly browsed casually through the stack of mail that had accumulated in her post office box over the past week. "I just have to pick up the mail more often," she chided herself as she tried to work her way through the large stack that moments ago had stuffed her box to overflowing. There were the usual magazines, Cosmo and Elle, which she laid to the side to read later. There were a few bills . . . credit card statement . . . electric bill. But most of the stack consisted of fliers and promotional materials from the various stores where Kelly, a serious shopper, spent a lot of her free time. Shopping to Kelly was a lot more than simply a trip to the store to purchase a specific product. It was an experience to be enjoyed . . . carefully planned . . . savored completely. After disposing of a few things that held absolutely no interest for her, Kelly took the remaining stack of mail out to her car, where she could study the rest with a bit more privacy. She wanted to take her time and see what might be out there in Retail Land to capture her fancy. Suddenly, an envelope caught her eye. The return address said "Forever 21," her absolute favorite store in the world. But it did not look like the run-of-the-mill sale announcement. It was personally addressed to her, Ms. Kelly Davis, P.O. Box 734, Allen, TX, rather than something generic like "Valued Customer," or "Special Friend." She also noticed that the envelope featured a first class stamp, which was also not typical for what many would term "junk mail." Of course, to Kelly, anything from Forever 21 could never be considered "junk." Her curiosity sufficiently piqued, Kelly ripped open the envelope and pulled out what appeared to be personal letter written specifically to her. "Dear Ms. Davis," it read. "We are pleased to inform you that your name was selected in a drawing to receive one of the gifts we are offering our valued customers as a part of Forever 21's anniversary celebration." "Drawing?" Kelly thought to herself, trying to recall when she might have registered for something at Forever 21. Then she remembered the trip she and her best friend, Jackie, had made to Plano a few weeks ago to find some clothes for Jackie to wear on her new job. "Oh, yeah," Kelly said to herself, remembering that she and Jackie had both filled out entry forms and slipped them into a box almost without thinking. "How about that," she smiled. "I actually won something. That's a first." Now eager to see just what she had won, Kelly read quickly through the rest of the letter. "You have won a free one hour massage at the Woodridge Spa in Plano. Woodridge is the finest day spa in the Dallas area, and we hope you will enjoy being our guest in appreciation for your loyalty to Forever 21. "Please mention the code F21-004 when you call to make your reservation," the letter continued. We hope to see you at Forever 21 again soon." Kelly smiled to herself, pleased that she had won something, and intrigued by the idea of getting a massage at a spa, which would be a new experience for her. As soon as she got home, she went online and googled the Woodridge Spa in Plano. From the pictures on the website it looked like a very upscale, luxurious place. She scanned the home page, "The Woodridge Day Spa welcomes you to a peaceful, tranquil environment that will invigorate and transform you," it read. "Our dedicated spa teams will take great care of your overall well-being and make your experience truly memorable." "Now that sounds like something I could get into," Kelly smiled. She went on to read about the services available and admire the pictures of the posh facility. Then she noticed a button that said "Guest Reviews." She clicked on it and scrolled down through dozens of testimonials submitted by apparently very satisfied customers. "This was my first time to visit a spa and my experience was absolutely wonderful! I felt like a new person when I left. I could easily get addicted to The Woodridge!" It was signed "Satisfied in Frisco." "A top notch experience rivaling the top destination spas. Only here, your services are performed by warm friendly people. Brooke and Buffy were absolutely wonderful! I plan on becoming a regular." This one came from "A loyal customer from Plano." "Totally Relaxed in Richardson" was equally enthusiastic. "I just wanted to say Thank You for a wonderful experience! Everything was relaxing and warm, and I felt very comfortable and centered during my visit. Lisa knew just what I needed and enabled me to let go of everything and focus on me." "Well," thought Kelly. "This must be some kind of place. I'm going to find out for myself real soon!" And two weeks later, Kelly was indeed ready to find out for herself. She had scheduled her appointment for 1:00 Wednesday afternoon, which gave her plenty of time to drop her daughter, Emma, off at school and stop by her house to do a little getting ready before heading for Plano. She had arranged for her mother to pick Emma up that afternoon, telling her that she had an all-afternoon study session for one of her classes scheduled at the university, where she was working on her degree. That's the same story she gave her supervisor at the campus office where she worked part time, as a way of explaining why she wouldn't be in that particular day. With those loose ends tied up, she would have most of the afternoon free, at least until about 4, when she would need to head home to beat her husband there. She didn't tell Brad about going to the spa. She knew he would think it frivolous and indulgent, and possibly inappropriate for a 25-year-old married woman with a child in kindergarten. And that, in a nutshell, summed up why Kelly wanted, no needed, this experience so badly. Besides, there was something about keeping a secret that made things a little more fun, and she got this tingling in her belly as she drove home from dropping Emma at school. It was the feeling she always got when she was about to do something naughty. From the photos on the website, Woodridge looked like a place where you'd better look pretty hot when you showed up there. Otherwise, you'd probably feel very much out of place. Besides, Kelly enjoyed getting dressed up, especially when she could show off her sexy legs and voluptuous figure. When she got home, she threw the clothes she was wearing on the bed and padded naked into her bathroom. In a few moments, she was luxuriating under a warm shower, as her mind wandered to the Woodridge amid thoughts of what might happen that afternoon. As she lathered herself with raspberry scented shower gel, she imagined herself lying naked on a massage table, enjoying the skillful touch of a hot guy in his mid-30's, with strong, skillful hands, muscular arms, adorned by a couple of tasteful tattoos . . . just enough so that he gave off a little of that "bad boy" vibe. In her mind's eye, she couldn't see anything except those hands . . . those arms, as they worked their magic on her naked body Without even realizing it, Kelly had allowed her hands to wander down to her breasts and she began to pinch her hard nipples tentatively as she massaged in the raspberry jell. Then her hands drifted farther down, across her belly until they reached the curve of her mound, which Kelly always shaved completely. As she traced her hand lightly over the tender flesh, she was reminded she had not shaved in a couple of days and some attention was definitely required. Taking out her shaving gel and razor, she spread the gel over her mound and along the outside of her sensitive labia, massaging it in before going to work with the razor. But as she carefully made herself nice and smooth again, pulling her skin tight to ensure a close shave, pressing first one way, then the other, she couldn't help but think again about the strong hands on her naked body and how it would feel to be ministered to by someone so strong, so skillful, so focused only on her needs. And before she even realized what was happening, this throbbing, pulsing sensation erupted from her core and shot upward through her belly and down to her toes. It took her breath and forced her to lean against the shower wall to keep her balance. She had just had an amazing orgasm, simply thinking about what might happen that afternoon on the massage table. But she had little time to bask in her post orgasmic glow if she was going to make her 1:00 appointment at Woodridge. And she certainly did not intend to miss it! As soon as her legs were steady again, she quickly got out of the shower, dried off and wrapped herself in a towel before heading into her closet to pick out what she was going to wear for the day. She selected a black and white dress with a full skirt and the hem just high enough to adequately display her tan, shapely legs, which Kelly thought was her best feature. It buttoned up the front, but only far enough that a significant amount of her generous cleavage was clearly on display. She slipped on a black lacy thong and matching bra, before heading back into the bathroom to attend to her hair and makeup. In another 15 minutes she had slipped into the dress and was standing in front of her full length mirror admiring her handiwork. Her soft blonde hair was straight and fell just to her shoulders. Her big blue eyes sparkled with the excitement of what was to come that day. They traveled along the length of the reflection in the mirror down to the black, open-toe sandals with four inch heels that showed off her legs to best advantage and caused her curvy bottom to stick out just so. Satisfied, she pursed her full, pink lips and blew a kiss to the mirror as she hurried out of the bedroom. The drive to Plano seemed to take forever, providing Kelly with plenty of time to let her imagination play over the various possibilities of the day. She felt that tingle of anticipation again, and it grew even more intense as she pulled into the parking lot outside the Woodridge and walked toward the front door of a very impressive building. The front entrance was two-stories tall and the wall of glass windows was framed with dark wooden accents and highlighted by a massive front door, carved from the same dark, rich wood. Kelly hesitated, wondering whether she should knock first or just plunge ahead. Consistent with her personality, she plunged, and in a moment was standing inside the massive entryway that soared two stories upward. The floor was fashioned from wide planks of dark, rich wood, and she followed it with her eyes across the breadth of the lobby until she saw a staircase that extended upward for one floor, before splitting into two staircases, one going to the right and the other to the left. "May I help you?"came a deep baritone voice that brought Kelly back from her examination of the facilities. Kelly was sure her mouth dropped open before she could prevent it when she saw a man who could have come straight from the fantasy she enjoyed earlier in the shower. "I'm Carlo," he added with a smile that showed off his beautiful white teeth, made even brighter in contrast to his olive skin and dark brown, nearly black, hair. His hair was long and straight and was pulled back into a tight pony tail that hit him just below his shoulders. "And you are . . .?" he pressed, finally bringing Kelly out of her trancelike state. "Kelly," she stammered. "Kelly Davis. I have an appointment for a massage at 1:00. Before she could react, Carlo reached out and took Kelly's hand in both of his, making her feel like a child being controlled by the strong grip of an adult. "Have you been here before?" Carlo inquired. "No, this is my first time." Kelly was reluctant to admit that she was a novice at anything. But here, honesty seemed the best policy. "Welcome to Woodridge," he smiled. "Let me introduce you to Lori. She will get you started." And with that he turned and began walking to the far side of the lobby and into a more intimate reception area, where a pretty twenty-something girl sat behind a massive walnut desk. Kelly was glad that Carlo had decided to lead the way, because it gave her the opportunity to study him, or at least the back of him, a little more thoroughly. He was tall, at least a foot taller than Kelly's 5-2. He was wearing a tight white pullover shirt with short sleeves that showed off his muscular arms. His white pants were tight as well, at least in the butt, which is where Kelly's eyes fixated as she followed him into the inner sanctum. She felt a little twinge in her pussy as she strained to see whether Carlo had any tattoos somewhere on those bulky arms. She had no doubt that her thong was beginning to dampen, as well. "Lori, this is Miss Davis," Carlo said as he took Kelly's hand in his massive one, raised it gently to his lips, and kissed the back lightly. He turned to leave, then glanced back at Lori. "This is her first time with us. Please make sure she has a memorable experience." And with that he disappeared into a hallway that adjoined the reception area where Lori's desk sat. "All right, Miss Davis, let's get you started." "Kelly . . . please. I'm not old enough to be called Miss Davis." "All right, Kelly," Lori continued. "We need you to fill out some paperwork for us. If you'll get started on that, I'll go get your robe and slippers." "Robe and slippers, huh?" Kelly thought to herself. "I think I'm gonna like it here." Kelly sat down in one of the plush wingback chairs that were tastefully positioned around the reception area and began the questionnaire. The questions were predictable. Things like name, address, phone number. How she found out about Woodridge, etc., etc. Just as Kelly was finishing, Lori was back with the promised robe and slippers. The robe was white and made of terrycloth . . . . the softest, most luxurious terrycloth Kelly had ever felt. The slippers were white, as well, padded and, she was certain, also very comfortable. They just looked like they'd make you say, "Ahhhh," the moment you slipped your feet into them. "If you'll just step into the dressing room and change," Lori said, "I'll take you to the quiet room so you can prepare for your massage." Quiet room? Prepare for the massage? Kelly knew she had a lot to learn about how things were done at the Woodridge. "Can I ask you a question?" "Sure," Lori responded warmly. "Ask away." "What am I supposed to wear . . . you know . . . under the robe?" "Well, the point is to get you ready for your massage," Lori explained. "So you'll want wear under the robe whatever it is you want to get your massage in." "You mean like bra and panties?" "Some people wear bra and panties. Some only panties. Others . . . I'd say the majority . . . wear nothing. It depends entirely on what you're comfortable with." With that, Lori opened the dressing room door and motioned for Kelly to step inside. "We need to get started in 30 minutes," she explained. "We don't want to have to cut your session short." Carrying the robe and slippers, Kelly stepped inside the dressing room and closed the door, all the time her mind turning over the question of what she should wear . . . or not wear . . . when she was getting her massage. Now, Kelly was not a shy girl by any means. She rather enjoyed showing off her body at times. But this was a different situation . . . one that she felt a little unsure about. But at the same time, the combination of her earlier fantasy, the fact that she was playing "hooky" for the afternoon, and certainly, her naughty thoughts about Carlo, made her feel daring. Without any more thought, Kelly slipped out of her dress, unfastened her bra and peeled off her thong. She stood for a moment and contemplated the image that looked back at her from the dressing room mirror. She brushed her hair softly away from her face and ran her hands lightly over her cheeks, down her sensitive neck to her collarbone, then farther down to her full, ripe breasts. She lifted them gently with her palms, enjoying the feel of their weight in her hands. She caressed the soft, sensitive flesh on the undersides with her fingertips, then used her thumbs to trace circles around her light brown areolas. She felt her nipples harden at her touch, so she began to twirl them softly between her thumbs and fingers. As the tingling sensation shot from her sensitive nipples straight to her hardening clitoris, an involuntary sigh escaped her lips. As she continued to pleasure one breast with her left hand, her right slid quickly down over her belly, across the smooth curve of her mound, until her fingertips began to trace the length of her slit ever so lightly, up and down until she felt her nether lips begin to swell with arousal. As she parted them with her fingers, she could feel her warm nectar already slickening her opening. She was sure the abundant lubrication had actually started when she first saw Carlo upon her arrival. By now, Kelly could smell her arousal, a sensation that only added to that feeling of butterflies fluttering in her belly. The sights, the smells, the touches all began to cascade one after the other until she was incredibly turned on . . . so hot in fact, that she was just about to slip a finger inside her tight wet tunnel when a knock at the door jolted her back to reality. "Miss Davis . . . Kelly?" It was Lori. "Are you about ready?" "S-sure," Kelly stammered, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise in her cheeks. "I'll be right out." She quickly slipped the robe and slippers on and tried to ignore how good the soft terrycloth felt against her exquisitely sensitive nipples. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door and stepped out. Lori looked at her closely as Kelly came out of the dressing room, making her blush even more. Did Lori know what she'd been up to? But before she had much time to worry about it, Lori was leading her down a hallway to what she called the "quiet room." "The idea of the quiet room," Lori explained, "is to get you nice and relaxed . . . to prepare you to have the best possible experience with your massage." She opened a door and motioned Kelly into a dimly-lit room. The walls were paneled in dark oak and plush deep purple carpeting covered the floor. The first thing Kelly noticed was the New Age music playing softly in the background. Candles glowed from various spots around the room. A deep leather recliner sat before a fireplace, which appeared to be more decorative than operational. It was "burning" all right, but the "fire" seemed to be only for the purpose of providing atmosphere. "Have a seat and relax," Lori instructed. "Red or white?" "Red or white?" "Wine. Red or white?" "Oh," Kelly said, a little embarrassed. "White I guess." And Lori disappeared through the door as Kelly made herself comfortable in the recliner. In just a few moments, Lori returned, glass in hand. She placed in on a table beside the recliner and smiled. "This will help you relax. You'll have about 20 minutes here before it's time for your massage," Lori explained. "Oh, do you have a preference who your massage therapist will be today?" "Well . . . ," Kelly paused for a moment. "You mean I get to choose my own?" This was sounding better all the time. "Yes, provided they are not otherwise occupied during your appointment time." Kelly thought back to her fantasy in the shower. Then she thought of Carlo. "Is, er, uh, Carlo available?" she asked hesitantly, blushing a little at being so obvious. Lori smiled broadly and Kelly could feel her cheeks redden further. "We have a lot of requests for Carlo," she smiled. "Unfortunately, he's one of our personal trainers. All our massage therapists are women." "Oh," Kelly said, her disappointment evident. Then she thought back to the testimonials she'd read on the Woodridge website. The only name she could remember was Lisa. "Might as well give that one a try," she thought to herself. A Very Happy Ending We both know we shouldn't be here. We are more than aware of what will most likely happen. But we decided against logic and took a chance. Now, here we are, all alone, with her laying naked across this king size bed. We had made several subliminal passes at one another, often playing them off as jokes or saying things like "just kidding" or just laughing them off. Truth be told, we prefer it that way. You see, we both have someone, and yet, the attraction here is beyond obvious. We have been confronted about it on a few occasions, but we find ways around the topic, or change it altogether. The annoying part is that we work together, making things a little awkward. We hear the whispers of our co workers, but never confirm or deny anything, stating only that we are friends and our personal lives aren't their business. Needless to say, this only drives them to assume, often resulting in a rumor being spread. None of which are even entertained. Recently she has been complaining of her shoulders and neck being stiff. Being one of the only women in this department, I can understand why. She's a strong built woman, but this type of physical labor is hard on us all sometimes. The constant lifting and moving would add tension to anyone stocking merchandise, let alone a person with sore muscles already. During a break today, I noticed her rubbing the side of her neck as if she were in pain. Asking how she felt, I began to massage her shoulders. She instantly began to relax, thanking me with a playful sigh of relief. I massaged deeper, asking where it hurt most. She told me that she's sore everywhere, moaning softly with tranquility. As always, our actions drew attention. We dismissed it quickly, returning to our conversation. As our small talk got more in-depth, we began talking about relationships. I moved to her neck, working slowly up from her shoulders. Another moan, slightly softer, slipped out. I could see that she hadn't been touched like that in a long time. I asked why her man doesn't massage her, joking about how sexy her moans are. Laughing, she hit me, telling me to shut up. I laughed, then asked again, inquiring more seriously the second time. The conversation quickly stirred into a topic of relationship issues, both of us having quite a bit of input. Before we knew it, our break was over. Slowly, Cierra stood up, thanking me for the massage, joking about the next one being more thorough and private. I laughed, saying I'd hold her to it, as we returned to work. The rest of the shift went by slowly, and our asshole boss kept shoving more work on us to the very end. Tired of being at work, I made my way to my car. As I pulled out of my parking space, I noticed Cie standing at the bus stop. I pulled up and offered her a ride home. Gladly, you accepted, quickly getting in at the red light. As I drove, we talked more on the topics from earlier. Before we knew it, we were at the front gate of her apartment, driving in. After finding a place to park, we sat and talked another five minutes before I noticed her again holding on to her neck as if it were still hurting. I, without really thinking, reached over and began to rub that spot for her. She paused for a moment, closing her eyes in relief before telling me not to tease her if I'm not going to finish. I laughed it off, stopping as I resumed the conversation. She quickly changed the subject and began telling me that her boyfriend wasn't coming by today and that a good massage would be really nice. Immediately, I thought about what could possibly happen. I began to think about the possible consequences of those possible events. All of these scenarios seemed like they would end badly, driving me to say no, but I went against my better judgement and accepted her offer. We both knew we shouldn't have come here. We were more than aware of what would most likely happen. But we decided against logic and took a chance. Now, here we are, all alone, with her laying naked across this king size bed. We have some warm oil, soft music, and the dimming light of the setting sun setting the mood. Her smooth, brown skin was awaiting my touch, and I would be rude to keep her waiting any longer. Moving her hair out of the way, I began to pour a light layer of oil between her shoulder blades. I watch it slowly drip down her spine before rubbing it all over her upper back and shoulders. She closes her eyes, completely relaxing her body. I begin to work the aches out around her neck. She sighs deeply, relaxing even more as my hands continue to set her body at ease. As I work on her upper back, Cie compliments me on how good of job I'm doing, raising up only to reposition herself more comfortably. As she sat up, I can't help but to catch a glimpse of her supple breasts before she can completely cover them. She notices, but says nothing as she lays back down, telling me to continue. I do just that, pouring more oil onto her back. As I massage it in, I let my mind drift off, watching her soft skin glistening with the fading light of sun. I direct my attention to her lower back, firmly caressing her magnificent body. She moans softly, seemingly indicating that she wants me to stay in that spot. Focusing on the small of her back, my eyes wander downward toward her hips and ass. There is no secret that Cierra has a nice body, but to see her like this was nothing short of amazing. Without noticing, my hands had moved along with my eyes and were now on her hips. Thinking to myself that its already gone this far, I continue on. Without further hesitation, I begin to massage her hips, slowly making my way in to her incredibly toned butt. Hoping for some kind of reaction, I look at her face. To my delight, she was smiling, calmly enjoying every moment of it. This helped me relax a bit more, encouraging me to see if I can go a bit further. I grab the oil, pouring it slowly from the small of her back, to the crack of her ass. She looks back with a smile, then playfully shakes it back and forth before laying back down. Looking at Cie like this makes me want to jump out of my clothes right here. I settle for just my shirt for now, as I discard it to the floor and continue. I squeeze her bottom firmly, massaging the oil into her soft skin. She moans softly, repositioning herself to a more comfortable spot. I go on to her strong thighs. Her legs were toned, yet still so soft and supple. I apply a little more pressure, causing her to tense her up a moment before relaxing again. Laying back down, she moans softly. Hearing this sweet sound makes me want her all the more. I slowly massage her legs from the bottom of her thighs, to the top of her ass, squeezing it as my hands almost glide over the oil. She bites her lip moaning a little louder and look back over her shoulder at me. The look in her eyes tell me shes ready for more. I smack her on the ass, telling her to turn around. Knowing what was about to happen, she gives no resistance, and lays back. The view alone was enough to make me grow impatient. Her smooth skin was calling me. Her eyes were pulling at my very core. Her body was screaming for my touch at this point. I grab the oil, pouring it over her chest and all over her luscious breasts. She simply closed her eyes and got comfortable. I can see that Cierra was enjoying herself as I massaged the oil over her ample breasts. I playfully pinched her nipples as I continue to rub down her incredibly soft bosom, periodically getting a few moans and sighs. I squeeze them together, taking her nipple into my mouth and sucking gently. Her breathing deepens as I go from one boob to the other, sucking, nibbling and licking her nips. I make my way to the middle of her chest, releasing a loud moan as I work my way to the base of her neck. I bite her softly while still massaging her breasts before moving to her full, juicy lips. We toss and tangle a while, kissing passionately. She parts her lips. I take her invitation, lightly licking her lower lip as my tongue begins its slow waltz with hers. Her arms are now around my neck, one leg around my waist in a slow, sexy grind. She jams her tongue nearly down my throat, pulling me closer and grinding harder. I know how badly she wants it because I want it just as bad as she does. I go back to her long, slender neck, kissing it at the base, then to her chest, and began to proceed further south. As I reach her belly button, she parts her amazing thighs for me, revealing her perfectly shaved kitty. I waste no time, giving her a quick lick, then kissing her inner thigh. She arches her back in ecstasy as I continue to seduce and tease her body. As she relaxes, I switch to her other thigh, starting just above the knee, then I slowly lick back up to her secret garden. Unable to resist any further, Cierra, takes me by the face, bringing me to her lips one more time before pushing me back down to finish what I started. She opens her legs wide, spreading her pretty pink lips open for me. I lick her juicy little pearl up and down slowly. Her sweet juices flow like water as I lick her now fully erect clit. She grabs the back of my head, pushing my face deeper into her honey pot. I lick her a little faster, sending waves of pleasure throughout her entire being. Her sweet nectar pours warmly out onto my chin as my tongue dances its tango of seduction on her throbbing pearl. Her legs beginning to tremble with bliss, I press my lips against her clit, sucking gently as my tongue glides over it back and forth. She tosses her legs around my neck, her body shaking frantically from my tongue's unrelenting assault. She scoots away, trying to give herself a break, only to be pulled back. My tongue starts to do circles, licking her cooch all over. She tries to scream only to have her breath taken away by my tongue's unending flurry of licks. She tosses her head back, breathing hard as she tries to regain her composure. Her juice box begins to well over in excitement as I lick her faster and faster. Helpless to stop it, she screams loudly exploding ferociously all over the sheets. Sitting up and catching her breath, Cie pulls me to her face and kisses me deeply. She starts to claw at my belt, struggling to get it loose. I help her out, tossing the remaining clothes I had on to the floor with the rest of them. Staring for a moment, she moves in, grabbing my rock hard dick and stroking it slowly. Her soft hands feel amazing, leading my mind to wonder. She breaks my thoughts, licking my tip before taking me completely into her mouth. It was obvious that Cierra was no amateur at this. She looks me in my eyes, swallowing my love stick down to the balls and back up. The way her tongue tickles and teases the length of my shaft is phenomenal. The feel of her long tongue dancing around the head sends chills throughout my body. This woman was a true expert. I wanted to tell her to slow down, but the words couldn't quite form. Without warning, I feel the length of my throbbing member go down her throat, her amazing tongue tickling the boys. I grab her hair, momentarily holding her there. She shows no issues with it, barely gasping for air as she releases me from her throats grasp. We lock eyes for only a second before Cierra returns to work, once again devouring my thick cock, her warm mouth almost massaging my dick as she bobs her head on the lenght of it. I can barely handle any more, grabbing the sheets tightly between my fingers. Seeing this, Cie grabs me my the shaft, jerking me off while her lips lock around the head. At this point, there was no fighting it anymore. She sucks hard, finally reaching her goal as I cum hard, my cake batter filling her mouth. She flashes me a victorious smile, swallowing the remaining drops of nut from me before releasing me. Still speechless, I motion for her to turn back around. Catching my hint, she turns and assumes the desired position. With her now turned around, her glorious ass up in the air, its time for the real games to begin. I grab her nice, round booty, spreading her cheeks apart as I dive in tongue first. As my tongue jams deep into her pussy, her juices begin to flow like a waterfall. She replaces my hands with hers, holding her pink kitty open for me as I tongue fuck her deep. She begins to drip with excitement with each thrust of my tongue. Her legs quiver, shaking hard as I tickle her clit with the tip of my tongue before diving back in. She screams, her legs nearly vibrating from the sheer pleasure shes feeling. I decide its time to give her what shes been so patiently waiting for... We are both more than ready. I position myself behind her, teasing her soft, pink lips with the head of my love stick. She moans softly, waiting eagerly for me to cross her threshold. Still teasing, I slide the tip in slowly. She bites her lip, pushing her ass back toward me and working the rest of me inside her. Her warm, wet walls feel indescribable as I dig deeper into her love tunnel. She moans louder and louder with each stroke. I squeeze her ass firmly, making sure to get a good grip before speeding up. She grabs her pillow, biting into it to quiet her scream. I continue on, thrusting deep into her juice box. She looks back, telling me to go harder, unaware of what shes getting herself into. I give her what she asks for, smacking her ass and thrusting deep. Loving every moment of it, she screams, squirting hard and drenching the sheets underneath us. Surprised, I pause a moment before continuing to pound her girl parts. Arching her back for me, she starts to throw it back at me, her amazing ass shaking each time I reach the depths of her dripping wet puss. She cums again, then again, before it all runs together, seeming to never end. Without warning, her trembling legs give out and she collapses onto the bed. Still shaking from her intense series of orgasms, I turn Cierra around, spreading her legs wide and licking her from her clit to the hole, jamming my tongue deep inside. Her sweet nectar taste exquisite. I lick her juice box up and down for a moment, stroking my throbbing hard dick in preparation to reenter her forbidden place. I kiss my way up her stomach, stopping at those incredible melons. She moans, biting her lip as I suck firmly on her nipples. I bite her neck as I slide inside her tight pussy, causing her to moan softly in my ear as she wraps her arms around my neck. I began to thrust deep, each thrust deeper than the last. There was no way I could've guessed Cierra would feel this good. From the way she was moaning and screaming, I can tell she felt the same way. I slow down, giving her long, deep strokes. Her excitement building by the moment, I can tell that her very being was overwhelmed with pleasure and ecstasy. I turn my attention to her breasts, not losing my stride as my tongue ticked her hard nipples. She cums instantly, her walls tightly clenching my throbbing member. As she orgasms over and over, I continue to deliver. Without warning, I put her legs over my shoulders, looking her in the eyes as I start to drill her deep and hard. She screams loudly, uncontrollably squirting all over the sheets. I keep going, keeping her orgasms coming back to back. Unable to hold out any longer, I pull out, splashing her chest and tummy with my hot love juice. We lay there silent a few minutes in an attempt to catch our breath. Finally, the silence was broken with an affectionate kiss, followed by a thanks for the massage. We lay there a few more minutes, almost literally unable to move before reaching off of the side of the bed for my clothes. I pick up my pants, reaching into my pocket for my phone. First thing I notice is that I had three missed calls. Knowing who it was, I slowly get up from the bed to clean myself up, then continue to get myself dressed as she does the same. Almost fully clothed, we joke about going back to our partners and how much fun we had just a moment ago. We kiss again as we stand and start walking toward the door. She tells me she may need another massage soon, then in a flirtatious tone, she whispers in my ear that we can skip the rub down next time. I smile, agreeing with her, as I reach for the door knob. Suddenly, a knock on the door.............. A Very Happy Ending "What about Lisa? Is she available?" "Yes," Lori replied, "I believe she has 1:00 available. I'll tell her to get things ready for you." As Lori left the room again, Kelly couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. Frankly, the thought of having Carlo's strong hands all over her body made her wet just to imagine it. "Oh well," she thought to herself. "Guess I'm going to have to settle for a regular massage." "Lisa will be expecting you in 15 minutes," Lorie said as she stepped back into the quiet room again. When Kelly looked up, Lori handed her another glass of Chablis and closed the door again. Kelly took a deep breath, downed a couple of drinks from her second glass of wine and rested her head against the back of the soft leather recliner. The candlelight, the soft music, and especially the wine, were combining to make her feel warm and tingly inside. The quiet room was having the desired effect. Kelly was definitely relaxed. In fact, she was soon on the verge of falling asleep, but before she drifted off, Lori was back again. "It's time for your massage." Kelly reluctantly opened her eyes. "Follow me and I'll show you to Lisa's studio." It was only a few steps from the quiet room to Lisa's studio, but Kelly was so relaxed . . . perhaps even a bit tipsy from the wine . . . that she was not sure her legs would carry her even that far. But finally, Lori opened the door and Kelly stepped in to find a young woman, apparently Lisa, busy arranging a small stack of fluffy white towels on a stand next to her massage table. Lisa wasn't exactly a pretty girl; cute would have described her better. She couldn't have been much older than Kelly. But from that point, they were about as different as they could be. Where Kelly had blonde hair, Lisa's was dark brown, almost black. She had a lithe, athletic figure, in contrast to Kelly's more voluptuous curves. Her breasts, however, were surprisingly large for someone who was otherwise on the slender side, and Kelly wondered whether she might have had implants. But whether they were real or fake, Lisa was obviously proud of them, because she showed off a considerable amount of cleavage in the V-neck, short sleeve top she was wearing. It was white, as were her form-fitting pants, which accentuated her tight little bottom quite nicely. The white outfit made her deeply tanned skin seem even darker. Her dark hair was pulled back into a pony tail, and the realization that her hairstyle was very much like Carlo's made Kelly smile to herself. "Hi there," she said cheerily, as Lori closed the door quietly behind them. "I'm Lisa. Welcome to Woodridge." "Hi, I'm Kelly. And so far I feel very welcome. Everyone has taken good care of me." "Well, I promise to do the same," said Lisa, as she picked up one of the plush, towels and unfolded it. But she could tell by Kelly's slightly puzzled expression that she wasn't sure what was supposed to happen next. "Just slip off your robe and slippers and lie down on your stomach," she explained. "Then I'll put the towel over you." Kelly wasn't shy, but for some reason she felt a little uncomfortable getting naked so abruptly in front of someone she had just met. But the girl was a professional, Kelly told herself. That assurance and the two glasses of wine made it fairly easy for her to shrug the robe off her shoulders and put it in Lisa's outstretched hand. She then kicked off the slippers and stood there totally naked. "You have a very nice body," Lisa said appreciatively, as her eyes played up and down the full length of it. "I always wanted to have more curves," she added. "I kept thinking I'd eventually get some. But it never did happen . . . that is until I bought these." With that, Lisa smiled and glanced briefly at her breasts, confirming Kelly's suspicions. Even though the room was quite warm, Kelly could feel her nipples harden as she and Lisa stood there and looked at each other. Kelly felt as if she was being inspected, but not necessarily in a bad way. Rather, with appreciation. And that thought made her relax a bit more. "Okay, hop up on the table. On your stomach." Kelly followed Lisa's instructions and by the time she had stretched herself out, Lisa had covered her bare bottom with the soft white towel. The lights in the massage studio were quite soft, not so dim as in the quiet room, but they definitely set a very relaxing tone. More New Age music floated softly from an overhead speaker and the scent of vanilla drifted from a candle burning somewhere in the room. The soothing surroundings and Lisa's deft touch soon brought Kelly back to the super-relaxed state she had experienced in the quiet room. The young masseuse started with Kelly's hands and arms, skillfully kneading and massaging each to the point that they felt so relaxed and heavy Kelly didn't feel as if she could even hold them up by herself. Then came the feet, which received the same delicious treatment. "Do you have a favorite scent?" At first the words didn't even register. But finally, Kelly realized that Lisa had asked her a question. "Oh, uh, why?" "I have all different kinds of oils I can use, and I thought you might have a preference," Lisa explained. "Well, do you have anything that smells like raspberry?" "Sure do," Lisa said as she reached into a cabinet and retrieved a bottle that was a cross between deep red and purple. She poured some of the liquid into one palm, allowed it to warm a bit, then began to rub it into Kelly's shoulders and back. As she lay there enjoying Lisa's sensuous touch, Kelly's mind drifted again to her shower earlier in the day . . . to her fantasy man . . . to Carlo. Soon, rather than Lisa massaging her back, it was Carlo's strong hands. The thought of it caused Kelly to sigh deeply and she could sense that her pussy was beginning to get moist. She decided to surrender to the blissful feeling. It just felt so wonderful! As she lay there daydreaming, Kelly realized that Lisa had worked her way from her shoulders, downward until her skilled hands had reached the curve of her bottom, still covered by the towel. Lisa's expert hands, slickened by the sweet-smelling oil, slid up and down Kelly's back, from her shoulders to her bottom and back again. Each time the hands seemed to go a bit farther down, exposing a little more of her hips with each pass. Soon, as the hands traveled upward, they moved outward, as well . . . along Kelly's sides, farther and farther each trip until she could feel Lisa's palms grazing the sides of her breasts. Though unexpected, the feeling was quite pleasant, and Kelly relaxed and enjoyed the warm, delicious sensations. Lisa's hands may not have been as big and strong as Carlo's, but the girl knew how to use them! Soon, Lisa moved to the other end of the table, and Kelly was almost disappointed that she could no longer enjoy the feel of the cute young masseuse's hands along the sides of her sensitive breasts. But soon, those sensations were replaced by something even better. Lisa had begun at Kelly's calves and was slowly working her way up her legs. Once again, she was taking it slowly, but with each trip upward, her hands went a little higher underneath the towel. Before long, Lisa was not paying any attention to the legs, but instead concentrated fully on Kelly's bottom. She kneaded and massaged, occasionally pausing to apply a little more of the raspberry oil to eliminate any friction. Kelly was by no means gay, or even bisexual. But that doesn't mean she didn't have an appreciation for a woman's sex appeal. She thought women were beautiful creatures—quite sexy and fun to look at. On occasion, she had even fantasized about having sex with a woman as she was pleasuring herself. So it was not at all surprising that Kelly was feeling extremely aroused by this point. All thoughts of her fantasy man and Carlo were gone, replaced by thoughts of what Lisa might look like underneath her tight white top. As Lisa continued her attentions to her bottom, Kelly opened her eyes and glanced up at the young masseuse, who seemed to be engrossed in her work. As she leaned forward, it was easy to see practically all of Lisa's firm round breasts in that low-cut top. She was obviously not wearing a bra, as evidenced by her hard nipples pressing tightly against the thin fabric. Kelly could even make out the faintest hint of the darker color of her areolas. As Kelly enjoyed the unobstructed view of her breasts, Lisa glanced up at that moment and their eyes met. Kelly could feel her face flush with embarrassment and she started to look away. But before she did, Lisa gave her an enigmatic little smile and continued with her work. Still uncomfortable at being caught ogling Lisa's breasts, Kelly closed her eyes again. But it did not lessen the pleasure she was feeling from the girl's touch. She could feel herself becoming more and more aroused. In fact, she could smell the scent of her arousal beginning to mix with the aroma of raspberry and vanilla. Kelly knew that if Lisa was so inclined, she could easily look between her legs and clearly see how wet she was. But any embarrassment Kelly might have otherwise felt in this situation was washed away by the delicious sensation of Lisa's hands on her body. In a moment, the massage stopped abruptly and she felt Lisa remove the towel, leaving Kelly completely exposed. Startled, she opened her mouth to protest. But before any words could form, she felt more of the sweet-smelling oil being drizzled sensuously over her tender flesh. It trickled into her crack and dribbled down over the lips of her already very wet pussy. "Oops," Lisa giggled. "I guess I got a little too much." And before Kelly could react, Lisa had run two fingers between the cheeks of her bottom and down farther between her legs, as if to try and retrieve the excess oil. The feeling of Lisa's fingers tracing along her slit was like an electric shock, and Kelly gave a deep, involuntary moan. Apparently, this was all the encouragement Lisa needed. She immediately began to focus her attentions on the insides of Kelly's thighs, massaging up and down and frequently allowing her hand to drift high enough to press against her swollen lips. Kelly could feel her tension building and knew it wouldn't take much more before Lisa had pushed her over the edge and had her cumming right there on the massage table. On the one hand, it was extremely embarrassing to lose control of herself like this. But on the other, the feelings were so deliciously intense that Kelly wanted nothing more at that moment than to cum. And as Lisa rubbed and teased, Kelly got closer and closer, until she felt as if one more bit of contact with her pussy would take her past the point of no return. Every muscle of her body was beginning to tense, in preparation for a huge orgasm to rip through her. But instead of feeling that exquisite release, she heard Lisa say cheerfully, "Time to do your front." Kelly couldn't help herself as a whimper escaped her lips. She pressed her thighs together as tightly as possible in her face-down position to try and get that last little bit of pressure needed to take her over the top. Unfortunately, she couldn't, and she had no choice but to turn over on her back as Lisa had instructed. At this point her arousal was so intense that any embarrassment Kelly normally would have felt about lying on her back naked in front of a girl she hardly knew was completely gone. In fact, it bothered her not in the least when Lisa did not replace the towel. At this point, Kelly wanted to be naked for her. She wanted to be touched. She wanted to cum for her. So Lisa went about her work again, first taking Kelly's full breasts in her hands and kneading them slowly and sensuously. Her nipples were already exquisitely sensitive, and each time Lisa's palms grazed them Kelly moaned softly with pleasure. Soon, Lisa's hands slid lower, across Kelly's stomach, where she applied her expert touch for a time, working her way lower and lower until her palms were gliding over Kelly's smooth, bare mound. But just when one more movement would have taken the masseuse's hands across Kelly's swollen clit, Lisa stopped and moved to the end of the table and began to work her way up Kelly's legs. Quickly she made her way above the knees and began to massage the smooth skin of Kelly's thighs thoroughly, leaning into her work until her face hovered barely above Kelly's hot, wet pussy. If there had been any doubt that Lisa could smell her arousal before, it was certainly removed completely at this point. In fact, she was certain Lisa could feel the heat on her face as it emanated from Kelly's molten core. Kelly heard Lisa inhale deeply, then felt her warm breath along her crease as she exhaled. At this point, there was no more pretense that this was merely a therapeutic massage. That became fully clear when Lisa took two fingers and slid them quickly and forcefully inside Kelly's tight dripping tunnel! The force and surprise of her actions caused Kelly to gasp first, then moan loudly . . . not in pain, but in the pleasure she had been longing for over the past hour. Lisa crooked her two fingers and pressed them against Kelly's g-spot, which was engorged and extremely sensitive. She massaged the magic spot as Kelly began to move her hips slowly in rhythm with Lisa's touch. In a moment, Lisa used her thumb to tease Kelly's swollen clit, tracing along one side of it, up and down, for awhile, then moving it back and forth, side to side. With each new touch Kelly moved her hips faster, pressing them upward as if to beg for more of Lisa's touch. As she humped the masseuse's hand, she grabbed her own breasts and massaged them vigorously before pinching each nipple hard enough to make herself gasp with the combination of pain and pleasure. Sensing that Kelly was close again, Lisa straightened her two fingers and began to plunge them in and out of Kelly's tight, wet cunt, over and over. Faster and faster. And each time, the heel of her hand pressed hard against Kelly's clit. Before she even realized what was happening, Kelly felt her muscles tense and every nerve ending in her body seemed to be concentrated between her legs. Her pussy began to throb and clutch at Lisa's invading fingers, and a liquid heat shot from the center of her being, outward to every extremity. The muscles in her legs tensed almost to the point of cramping. "Oh, god!" she screamed. "Yessssss . . . yesssss . . . . yesssss! Oh, fuuuuuuuuck!" Kelly bit her lip, trying to keep from being so loud, but it was no use. She was totally out of control and gave herself completely over to the orgasm. Actually, it wasn't just one orgasm. It was several that rolled one into the other, taking her to the peak, over and over, plunging her to the bottom like a roller coaster, then back up to the peak again. It was unlike anything she had ever felt. She was throwing her head from side to side and writhing on the table in unashamed ecstasy. Finally, she was spent. Kelly had nothing more in her. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, and her pussy was so sensitive that she could barely stand to be touched. She pushed Lisa's hand away and lay there limp and panting, the sweat trickling down over her heaving breasts. As Kelly lay there in complete exhaustion, she felt Lisa's lips close to her face and she could see that she was smiling. "That's what we call a happy ending," she whispered huskily. And with that, Lisa stood up, reached for a towel and draped it across Kelly's middle. "Most women enjoy a shower after a massage. The locker room is just out this door, second door on your right. Oh, and if you come back," she added, "I hope you'll ask for me." And with that, Lisa was gone. But Kelly was nearly certain she hadn't seen the last of her. And she was ABSOLUTELY certain that this wasn't her last massage!