Spa pleasures

Sonya walked into the spa expecting a decent rubdown. What she got was something else entirely. The blonde therapist had strong hands, the kind that knew exactly where to press and when to linger. Oil slid down her back in warm lines, catching on the curve of her hip, dripping lower. The therapist’s fingertips brushed places Sonya hadn’t expected, and each time the touch grew bolder. Sonya’s breath came shorter, her thighs parting a little wider on the table. When the massage turned into something slower and wetter, she didn’t stop it. Fingers worked between her legs in firm, steady strokes, and the room filled with the soft, messy sounds of the two of them moving together. Sonya’s body arched, pushing into the hand that knew just how to finish her off.