After Monday, I’ll be able to take care of myself and maybe even help a few people along the way.
11
Jasmine
We venture into the hotel spa, and it’s like stepping into a different world. While there’s hustle and bustle outside, this place has a sense of calm. Green plants, relaxing music with an oriental vibe, scented candles, and a large water dispenser with an alternating pattern of perfectly cut lemon and lime slices.
A tall, thin, woman dressed in white from head to toe appears in the hall. “Good afternoon,” she says, a relaxed expression on her face.
“Hi there,” I answer.
“Hello,” Chase says from beside me. “We have an appointment, under Reynolds.”
“Of course, please follow me.” She leads us down the hall into a room with two massage beds and soft lighting. “You’ll have a few minutes of privacy so you can undress. You may set your clothes on the bench at the far end.” She extends her hand to indicate a pair of tables. “Once you’re ready, lie facedown and pull the sheet up. Your attendants will be with you in a moment.”
The door closes, and I’m left to look over at Chase nervously. Although we’ve had sex, and spent the night together, this is still weird. He got up from bed to walk around naked, without a problem. I’m having issues with the thought of undressing in front of him.
He pulls his shirt over his head and reaches for his belt, while all I can do is watch. Stop it. The colorful top and hip-hugging jeans I’m wearing have to come off. Taking a deep breath, I force myself to move. I’ve never been more conscious of the way my breasts move than as I pull my shirt over my head. And as soon as it’s clear, I find Chase focused on the exact same place. My nipples pucker in my bra at his attention.
Even if I turn, when I go to put my clothes on the bench, I’m going to be in plain view. So I try my best not to blush and continue undressing.
“You realize,” he says behind me, “I’ve seen every inch of your body.” He runs his hands around my waist to come together over my navel. “And I’ve tasted all the most delicious parts.”
Okay, that does put some heat into my cheeks. But he’s not wrong. Considering the first thing he did when he saw me was spread my legs then go down on me, giving me my first orgasm.
“I know,” I murmur, “but this is still very new to me.”
“I realize that.” He drops a kiss at my neck. “I just wanted to try setting you at ease.”
A shiver runs down my body. “I appreciate that.” Every bit of me is conscious about him being so close. My body obviously remembers what happened last night, and apparently wants more.
We finish undressing and lie down on the tables as instructed. A moment later, there’s soft knock at the door. Our attendants are coming. The cool sheet reminds me of everything that’s bare. I curl my toes, preparing to have somebody I’ve never met put their hands on me.
“Come in,” Chase says from beside me. Then he gives me a wink. “You’re really going to enjoy this. I promise.”
The two attendants come in, greet us, and explain the process. Still, when the sheet goes down to my waist, I’m curling my toes again.
My apprehension dissolves as the woman’s firm hands work the muscles at my shoulders. Chase was spot on. By the time the woman asks me to turn over, I’m ready to do so with a little less apprehension. A quick glance shows Chase relaxed as his attendant works his lower back.
When they’re done, she pulls my arm from under the sheet, and Chase and I join hands. Both attendants leave the room, quietly. We’ll have a few minutes to just spend time together then they’ll be back to check on us.
I glance over at Chase, with a pleased smile. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt something as wonderful as this massage.”
“Is that so?” He quirks an eyebrow. “Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it, but this sounds like a challenge I can’t pass up.”
“What?” A challenge? “What do you mean?”
He grins and releases my hand. Sitting up, he reaches for a towel and wraps it around his waist. Though not quickly enough for me to miss his arousal. I push up on my elbows. “Stay where you are,” he says, taking a few steps to stand beside me.
Beneath the sheet he runs his hands along with small of my back. My body reacts to his touch as his fingers brush lower.
“Chase, one of these ladies is going to come back in a few minutes,” I say in an urgent whisper.
“Uh-huh,” he acknowledges, as his hands travel over the curve of my ass, squeezing me lightly. “We’ll have enough time.”
“Enough time for what?” I ask breathlessly, distracted by the feel of his skin on mine. I bite my lip, fighting the urge to shift my hips and press myself into his palms.
“Turn over,” he says in a soothing tone, similar to what the attendants used. I shift in place, bringing the sheet with me along the way. “We’re just going to bring this down,” he says folding the sheet down to my waist. “There we go. Now we’ll see who can be more relaxing,” he says, looking at me intently.
He slips his hand under the sheet, moving over my mound. Gasp. My inner muscles clench, and I have to consciously relax.
“This is your first massage, right?” he asks, as he runs two fingers along my seam.
“Yes,” I manage, playing along.
“What a coincidence, it’s my first time giving one.”
His middle finger goes between my lips, sending a shiver running up my body.
“I don’t see the need for these essential oils,” he says in mock confusion. “You’re quite slick as you are.”
I can’t decide whether to laugh or groan. Every bit of my attention is between my legs, at the spot where he’s sliding back and forth like he has all the time in the world.
“I think this means you’re just that good,” I manage to piece together. My nipples are hard little peaks under his heated gaze.
He dips his finger inside me. My inner muscles clench around him again. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. It seems like you didn’t relax as completely as you mentioned. These muscles are still tense.” He withdraws, moving his entire hand, teasing my folds. “So, I’ll have to work on them for a bit.”
“Chase,” I whisper, “you’re going to get us in trouble.”
“Nonsense,” he dismisses. “I just need you to relax and listen to the music. Let it help you drift away.” He moves his finger in and out of me, sending a second digit to follow suit. Even the small stretches are enough to increase the pleasure inside me.
Then he starts massaging in little circles. Moving one finger up while the other one goes down and then alternating. I shift my hips, trying to have him drive in deeper while my head is saying he should really stop.
His thumb comes into play, going up my wet folds to find my clitoris. I slam my wrist down on either side of me, hitting the mat. A whimper escapes me. I can’t stop shifting my hips, and I can’t quite hold onto the thought that he should stop. Yes, I should be insisting he stop.
“You need to stay quiet, little Jasmine.” His rough voice moves over me like another caress. “Otherwise, you’re going to have someone come in to check on you.”