The Russian Masseuse

Ayumi straightens the linens. The door opens and Serena steps inside, speaking quickly about her missing masseuse and hoping Ayumi can fill in. Mid-sentence Ayumi cuts in with rapid Russian, then tugs her own shirt up to make the point. Serena fumbles for words as Ayumi unclasps her bra. She clutches her bare breasts. Ayumi pulls the panties free, pitches them aside, and nods toward the table. Serena drops the bra, lies down, and lets the inevitable come. Ayumi pours warm oil over her skin. Strong palms glide down her spine, then spread over her ass. She works closer with every stroke until her fingers reach the slick cleft between Serena’s thighs. Serena babbles, trying to hold still, ashamed to be spread open for a stranger. Ayumi parts the legs anyway. When her thumb brushes the swollen clit, Serena’s voice catches. The room fills with slow, sticky sounds. Finally Serena stops explaining. The orgasm hits without warning. After that she offers no more resistance. She lifts her hips, breath hitching each time Ayumi’s fingers sink deeper. The massage leaves every inch of her glowing and sore.