Spa pleasures

Sonya walked into the spa with nothing more than a voucher in her purse and a vague idea of relaxation. The massage room smelled like warm cedar and something expensive. She stripped and lay face-down, expecting strong hands and gentle pressure. The first touch came oiled and certain, sliding across her shoulders and down the long, tight muscles of her back. She let out a small sound, surprised by how good it felt. The therapist worked lower, thumbs pressing each knob of her spine, then palms spreading wide over the curve of her ass. Every stroke drew closer to where tension lived deep between her thighs. When the hands finally slipped between her legs, Sonya held still, breath trapped in her throat. Fingers found her clit with no awkward dance around the fact, rubbing slow, firm circles while two others pressed inside her. Her cunt answered at once—hot, slick, eager. The massage became fucking in steady rhythm, deep and unhurried, oil easing every glide. She came with her face pressed into the sheet, body shaking, the therapist never missing a beat until the last ripple left her trembling and dripping. Sonya left forty minutes later, flushed, unsteady, and already calculating how soon she could book again.