Bed And Backrubs

Sylvie walked into her room at the BnB and stopped short at the sight of the massage table near the window. The owner, Celia, stood behind her and explained the place was called Bed and Backrubs. Every guest gets a free rubdown. Sylvie broke into a smile and quickly accepted. Celia worked oil into her shoulders first. The strokes were slow and firm. Under those hands Sylvie started talking. She was traveling alone because her fiancé had left. The split still stung and she wanted space to feel like her own woman again. Celia listened without interrupting. Her thumbs dug deep along Sylvie's spine. The heat between them built with each pass. When the rub drifted lower, Celia's touch lingered. She asked softly if Sylvie wanted more than a standard massage. Sylvie arched up on her elbows. Yes. Celia slid two slick fingers between her thighs and stroked her clit in steady circles. Her other hand pressed on the small of Sylvie's back, keeping her open. The room filled with wet sounds and quickened breath. Celia worked her over with patient purpose until Sylvie's hips shook and she came hard against the table, fists clutching the sheet. The air around them smelled like almond oil and fresh sweat.