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All too soon, Olivia replaced the sheet over her breasts, but the light rubbing of the material against her erect nipples was enough to keep Lydia on edge. Olivia continued to work her way down, kneading her hips and outer thighs. She pulled the sheet so that it exposed one thigh and began to massage up and down its lean length. Lydia found herself freshly tortured as each circle Olivia made with her hands inched its way up her inner thigh towards her covered but throbbing pussy. Her back arched and she prayed silently to herself. For it to stop, for it to continue? She wasn’t even sure at this point.
Then it happened. Olivia made a kneading circle with her hands on Lydia’s right thigh so close to the top of her pussy that her thumb brushed over the sheet that was covering her groin. The digit hit the top of her slit where her engorged clitoris was throbbing for attention and Lydia clenched her teeth against a moan as her body erupted in a short but powerful orgasm.
When she had the barest control back Lydia’s face flushed crimson and she looked at her therapist in abject mortification, all manner of apologies and pleas for forgiveness on the tip of her tongue. She didn’t say any of them, because far from looking angry or even surprised, Olivia continued her massage down Lydia’s leg, her serene face not giving anything away. But she had to have known Lydia just had an orgasm. She had to have.
Lydia laid back against the headrest, not paying the least attention as Olivia finished up her massage, removing the towels from her feet and rubbing in some sort of Lavender oil. Her mind was racing with all that had just happened. She didn’t believe Olivia wasn’t aware of her faux pas, but the massage therapist seemed so genuinely unconcerned that Lydia was afraid to bring it up on the off chance she didn’t know. Finally, dazed and bemused, Lydia wrote it off as something the professional had witnessed before as a natural response to stimulation of the body and was being incredibly polite about it.
Olivia brightened the dim lighting a fraction and placed a glass of cool water with a lime wedge floating in it on the table next to Lydia’s head. "When you are ready, please drink this water to help flush the toxins from your body. I suggest sitting up slowly, massage treatments can leave a person feeling a little weak and unsteady on their feet. Through this back door is a private bathroom. It has a large whirlpool tub. I’ve already prepared it for you if you would like to take a few minutes to relax and freshen up before dressing. Please take your time, there are no other clients booked for this room today so there is no need to rush. When you’re done make your way to the lobby to book your next appointment." Olivia smiled kindly at her and left the room, closing the outer door softly behind her.
As soon as she was gone, Lydia tried to sit up and felt a wave of dizziness wash over her. Olivia hadn’t been kidding. She tried again more slowly, and when she was in a sitting position on the table she reached for the glass, taking a long sip of the refreshing water. Part of her wanted to dress and leave as quickly as possible; she was still incredibly embarrassed by her body’s betrayal. But Olivia had said the room was hers as long as she needed it, and she had to admit a warm bath sounded nice. It would help wash the oil from her body before putting her clothes back on if nothing else. Standing on wobbly legs, she made her way to the chair where she had placed her neatly folded clothes and scooped them up, blushing as she felt the moisture at the juncture of her thighs start to trickle down her legs. Quickly she made her way into the bathroom and closed the door behind her.
She shouldn’t have been surprised really, but the bathroom was as palatial as the rest of the spa, with gleaming brass everywhere and expensive tiling. What most impressed her though was the large Jacuzzi tub, already full, the water steaming slightly. Carelessly she dropped her clothes and stepped into it, settling her bottom on the low seat. The water was blissfully warm and smelled like rose petals. Groaning she leaned back, content to let the water carry her away for a few minutes.
Belatedly realizing that the tub had jets, Lydia opened one eye and searched for the controls, which were conveniently located next to her head. It was a simple timer, and she turned the knob to twenty minutes. Immediately, jets began to whoosh, turning the water into a warm bubbling mass. She felt jets hit her shoulders, lower back, and the sides of her legs. And…. her pussy?? Lydia awkwardly felt between her legs and realized that, yes, there was a jet in the middle of the low seat. Experimentally she rocked her bottom back and forth, and found that depending on how she sat, she could control where the pressurized stream of water hit her. Lydia was flummoxed. This seemed intentional. Maybe the spa wasn’t quite as innocent as she thought?? Or maybe, she thought, they’re just incredibly serious about the relaxation of their clientele.
Smiling in spite of herself, Lydia rocked back in the seat, letting the jet hit between her legs, perilously close to her clitoris but not quite touching it. She couldn’t deny the sensation was incredibly arousing, and absently started rubbing her own breasts, aware that a small amount of oil still slicked them. She pinched her nipples gently and moaned, then flattened her hands over her breasts and kneaded, a parody of what Olivia had done to her earlier. Gently she rocked back and forth, letting the jet hit closer and closer to her most sensitive spot. Finally she could take no more and held herself directly above the stream of water. Her orgasm washed over her, not as intense as the one she’d accidentally been treated to by Olivia’s expert hands, but longer lasting.
The waves gradually dissipated and Lydia realized the water was no longer bubbling. She’d been in the tub for over twenty minutes. Reluctantly she stepped out and dried herself with the fluffy white towels waiting by the side of the tub and hurriedly dressed. She had no idea when the spa closed and didn’t want to be the last one to leave. How mortifying if they even suspected the reason she had been so long in the bathroom!
Lydia grabbed her purse and left the massage room, not even noticing in her haste that all the candles had been extinguished and the table stripped of its linens. By sheer luck she made her way back to the front lobby. It was quiet but not abandoned, and she breathed a sigh of relief that she wasn’t the last person there.
The woman in front of her finally stepped away from the front desk and Lydia stepped forward, wallet and date book in hand. The receptionist beamed at her.
"How was your massage, Mrs. Jones?"
"It was very…relaxing," Lydia murmured, desperately trying to keep a blush from her face.
"That’s wonderful," the receptionist said, smiling kindly. If she had any idea what Lydia had been up to, she didn’t show an iota of it. "Would a week from today be okay for your next appointment?"
Lydia quickly scanned her date book. She had nothing scheduled. "Yes, at the same time if possible."
The other woman quickly tapped away at her keyboard. "We do have that time available, with Olivia. Will that work for you?"
Lydia’s heart beat a little faster. "That would be perfect."
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