A Woman's Touch (3 page)

I took the card, cursing the trembling fingers that told her she was right.

“Thank you, maybe I will.” I forced those words past my scared persona.

“I hope you will. Well gotta run, but I’ll be there for awhile tonight so if you want to swing by after your massage?”

“I’ll see.” I slipped the card into my purse as I watched Mandy walk around her car.

My eyes longingly stared at the backs of her legs and her ass swinging in the snug skirt. She gave me a wave when she pulled away and I sighed. Now there would now be a new game, me staring at the card every night trying to get up the nerve to call, but knowing I wouldn’t.

Chapter Two

I arrived outside Spadyssey and let the failed opportunity with Mandy slip from my thoughts. This was the time I waited for all week; the hour that I let my fantasies run wild while the soft hands of a beautiful woman roamed over my body. Paula, the owner and my personal masseuse had no idea of the pleasure I received from her skills. I’m sure she thought the occasional groans that escaped me were the simple sounds of relaxation and the relief of sore muscles. She had no idea those sounds were muffled moans and that my nipples ached and my pussy dripped as she went about her job.

Paula had become my go to girl in my fantasies and although she was an attractive woman it had taken me awhile to realize why, well in addition to her touching my all but naked body. Paula was a safe ‘girl crush.’ She was four years older than me and happily married with a daughter in college. The fact I knew there would never be any chance of there being any type of encounter between us made Paula a great pressure free outlet for my Sapphic desires, and of course the fact she was sexy as hell helped.

Speaking of the devil, Paula was just coming out of the back when I approached the front desk to check in.

“Linda!” she gave me a huge wave and smile, “Happy Friday!”

“TGIF!” I laughed

“I love that dress! Looks like you’re ready to make someone else thankful it’s Friday!”

“Oh, don’t worry.” I grinned, “You’re going to get your tip, you don’t have to sweet talk me.”

“I’m not.” Paula stood behind the receptionist as I signed in and handed her a check for tonight’s visit. “You look great. Good to see you dressing more fun these days.”

“I feel more fun,” I flirted, knowing it was going right over her head.

“Nothing wrong with that, I’ll let you know if you feel fun to me!” She pointed to the back, “You can go into room two and change up, I’ll be right in.”

I walked around the desk and down the hallway towards the room, but stopped with my hand on the door and watched Paula talking to the receptionist. As always she was wearing a simple t-shirt that was stretched across her ample chest and a pair of stretch pants that showed every curve of her shapely legs and well rounded ass. Paula had her black hair up and as always I wondered what it would look like down, preferably on her bare body.

Paula looked damn good for her age, with her smooth tanned skin, her large brown eyes and most of all the easy smile that always appeared to be ready to spread across her face could allow her to pass for a decade younger. That smile also highlighted the fullest, most sensual lips I’d seen. I knew men who would refer to them as blow job lips, but all I could think of was what they would look like embracing my soft wet pink lips, maybe even the ones on my face, I added with a dirty giggle to myself.

Entering the changing room, I stood in front of the full length mirror and after removing my sandals slid the dress off my shoulders and gave a sexy shimmy, letting the dress pool at my feet. Dressed in just the bra and thong I imagined Mandy taking me in. I blinked her away, Mandy wanted what I so badly wanted and wouldn’t allow myself to have. Paula was the girl to think about checking me out!

I removed my bra, and cupped my small perky tits, offering them to my reflection. I imagined rubbing them against Paula’s large soft breasts and my hard pink nipples being devoured by those perfect lips. I stroked my nipples with my thumbs and shuddered. I picked up the long white towel to wrap around my waist and as I did looked at my thong. My ass was exposed, but for the thin string, and with deliciously dirty feeling, I slid it off so I would be naked beneath the towel rather than wearing underwear as the spa required.

I put my hair up, admiring the way my breasts lifted to a sexier angle and wishing I wasn’t the only female noticing them. Wrapping the towel around my waist and pulling the loose end up up to my breasts, I paused then lowered it just enough for my nipples to be peeking out. I took a deep breath and walked out into the room, hoping Paula was in it and I would give her an ‘accidental’ peek. It would mean nothing to her, in fact I am sure she had ended up seeing quite a few breasts during her job, but it would send me gushing.

Paula was in the room, but with her back to me as she washed her hands. I stared at the sweet curve of her ass then with a mental sigh of resignation pulled the towel to cover my breasts, just as she turned around.

“Ready to start the weekend off right brown eyes?” she asked, her ever present smile touching her own eyes.

“As right as I can these days.” I answered as I reached the table and slipping onto it, lay on my stomach.

“Does that mean another weekend home?”

“I….ummm” I sighed as her hands pressed into my shoulders, “Jeez what was I saying?”

“I like that effect.” Paula laughed.

I wondered if she would say that if she knew the real effect she had on me was a clit that was beginning to throb as her strong fingers kneaded my shoulders.

“You do have some talented fingers.” I sighed, thinking of what else they could be good at.

“My husband says the same thing,” Paula giggled.

And that was why Paula was a safe bet. She was straight and married and I was straight and too afraid to be otherwise. Resting my head on the soft pillow, I closed my eyes and let my mind drift while enjoying Paula’s amazing touch. She worked her hands outward from my shoulders and down the tops of my arms. As she leaned over me I felt her breasts pressing into my back and even though she was wearing a shirt it gave me a thrill to feel their firm weight against my bare skin.

Paula began chatting away; everything from the weather to her daughter’s first semester and her husband’s stress at work. In between she asked me what was going on, but my answers were minimal and sometimes simple grunts in the affirmative. I was barely hearing half of what she said; instead I lay there reveling in her touch. Paula’s hands worked down my back to just above the towel over my ass.

When she left my back to go down the other end and start with my feet, my mind took a different course. In my sexier alternate reality Paula removed my towel, spread my ass apart and plunged her tongue deep into my hot little box. A soft moan slipped from me, but it coincided with Paula lifting my leg and rubbing my foot. Even that was a turn on, picturing her playfully sucking my toes in her mouth, using her tongue to tickle them while giving me a hint of what else it would do for me.

“You’re feet are so soft!” Paula said.

“I had a pedicure Tuesday,” I replied, then bit back an obvious moan when she switched from pushing her thumbs into the ball of my foot to lightly caressing the sole.

“Damn my feet are never this soft.” She told me as her fingers trailed lightly over the top of my foot and sighed, “And you don’t even have anyone to appreciate them right now.”

“Well I don’t know how many guys appreciate feet.” I giggled as she ran her fingers across the bottom of my other foot. “Not what they usually appreciate.”

“All parts of a woman’s body are beautiful.”

Paula’s words caused my eyes to open. Was she…flirting? I’d been coming here for four months and she had never remarked on my feet being soft and that last comment? Paula resumed working her fingers into the base of my toes and I lay there telling myself to knock it off.

“Men are hard and rough and never take care of their skin.” She continued and her strong fingers began to rub my lower calves, “But women, are soft and smooth and do everything they can to look and feel good.” She paused, “Do you feel good about yourself Linda? Do you feel sexy?”

“Well…I…”

“Come on, don’t be modest.” Paula coaxed, “You’re a sexy woman, it’s okay to know that.”

I swallowed and my heart began to pound. My already hard nipples ached as they pressed into the soft towel beneath me and I swore I could feel my pussy starting to drip. I forced myself to calm down and answered softly, “I feel sexy when I’m here.”

“Good answer!” Paula’s was now rubbing the soft skin behind my knees, “I always tell women that a massage is part of being sexy. It’s woman taking care of her body, pampering herself.”

“Do you treat yourself?” I asked, wondering if I was playing along with something real or this was just random conversation.

“There is something I indulge myself in sometimes,” She said softly, “but nowhere near often enough.”

“Oh, and what’s that?”

“Hmmm we were talking about you.” Paula’s hands were moving up the backs of my legs and I parted my lips to breathe as my chest began to heave against the table.

“What about me?” I heard a tremble in my voice and wondered if she noticed.

“Well…” she paused and her hands were now on the backs of my upper thighs. “Linda could I ask you a personal question?”

“S…sure.” I barely choked out the word.

“I know it’s kind of forward,” he began, “But…” her hand stopped on my thighs just below the towel. “Can you open your legs a little?”

“Is that the question?” I laughed nervously, “That is forward.”

“Oh my God!” Paula laughed, “Jeez that did sound bad! That wasn’t my real question, but can you spread your legs a little so I can reach the inside?”

I spread my legs open several inches and felt how wet I was. Paula’s hands slipped to the inside of my upper thighs and my fingers clenched the towel in an effort to stay still.

“What I was wondering,” Paula was leaning over me as she spoke and her fingers felt as if they were moving up underneath the towel. “How is it a sweet, sexy woman like you, has no boyfriend?”

“Oh, I…” Paula’s hands were definitely higher up my thigh than they ever had been before.

The towel pushed up further towards my ass and I was acutely aware that with no panties, if Paula looked where her hands were she would notice as well.

“You don’t have to answer.” She said at my hesitation. “Just seems odd, in all the time you’ve come here, there’s been no one.”

“I…well I guess I’m not really looking.” I said feeling like an idiot. What the hell did I think she was going to ask? Paula was married for Christ’s sake.

“Oh,” Paula’s hand strayed even further and even though I’d had my bizarre fantasy shattered, I had to hold back a moan at how good her hands felt on my inner thighs. “So not looking or not looking for a….Oh!”

A loud unmistakably sexual moan escaped me and Paula gasped when her hand moved further and came into contact with my pussy; my sopping wet pussy. Paula’s hand remained there for a moment that seemed frozen in time and although the feeling of her hand sent a surge of excitement through my body, my first reaction was embarrassment and I could feel my face flushing.

“I’m sorry!” She exclaimed, pulling her hand away not just quickly, but quickly enough to confirm that all I had just done was make us both awkward.

I pushed up on my elbows and blushing furiously said, “I…I’m sorry I…I didn’t think you would…”

“My fault.” Paula was as red as I was. “I…” we both jumped when the intercom buzzed on the wall.

“Paula?” It was the receptionist, “I’m sorry, but can you come out here for a minute? The damn credit card machine is acting up again!”

“One minute.” Paula looked at me and forced a laugh, “Don’t worry about it, I wasn’t paying attention and…” she shrugged, “I’ll be right back okay?”

“Okay.” I said softly.

As soon as Paula left, I stood up and wrapping the towel tightly around me this time, went into the changing room and dressed quickly. I left the room and walking as quietly as I could past Paula who was on her knees peering under the counter at the wires for the credit card machine. The receptionist was chatting with the customer waiting to check out and feeling like a fool, I slipped out the door without anyone noticing.

Chapter Three

I looked at the time and shrugged. It was quarter to five and in fifteen minutes I’d be heading home for the weekend. Unlike the last few Friday’s however, I barely felt any excitement. My idiotic behavior last week had robbed me of the closest thing I’d had to fulfilling my fantasies. Even my incessant thoughts of enjoying the female form had decreased during the week.

I still thought about it, especially lying in my bed at night. My hands would roam across my body with the thought of them being those of another woman, but now when my mind started to focus on Paula I would force her from my mind. Sometimes it worked and I would concentrate on Mandy whom I’d seen in the building several times. Sometimes I would wave and keep moving, other times she cornered me and flirted outrageously.

As always I blushed and walked away promising a phone call, but as I had anticipated, the closest I got to that was sitting on the couch staring at her card. I felt like a high school girl afraid to call the popular boy who had given her his number. But even though Mandy was attractive and blatantly interested; literally willing to give me all that I desired, Paula still snuck into my lust crazed brain. I would cave and masturbate to her, rubbing my clit to a totally different ending to last Friday’s debacle.

I shut my computer down and glanced at my cell phone. Paula had left me two messages; one Friday night and one on Monday asking me to give her a call and I couldn’t bring myself to do it. On Tuesday I had called and cancelled my upcoming appointments with the receptionist and had mixed feelings when Paula didn’t call again. It was for the best, I supposed and I could go somewhere else, but it wouldn’t be the same.

I stood up and looked down at my prim and proper skirt and blouse. Nothing fun for after work because there was nowhere fun to go. I was reaching for my cell when it startled me by ringing. I didn’t recognize the number, but it was local so I answered.