When she pulls a muscle in her back, Beverly tries to shrug it off. A week later and still crippled with pain, she gets a recommendation for a massage parlor from a coworker and decides that she better check it out. Fantasies of a big strong man touching her body get Beverly all hot and bothered, but when she drops in there is only one masseuse available, Gloria.
Join Beverly as she learns that her disappointment doesn't last long and she finds out that her massage comes with a happy ending!
Warning: This erotic short story contains scenes of explicit lesbian sex and is only meant for those 18+.
Excerpt: She returned to my back, but concentrated on the lower parts. My blood was flowing freely, and I was lying in a stupor from my long neglected muscles getting their first massage. I found myself daydreaming about hunky men, long hair unbound across their shoulders and rippling muscles glinting in the sunlight as they worked me over with their big, strong hands.
The Vikings in my daydreams reached down and started to knead my ass, and I groaned. It felt wrong as soon as I did it, and my eyes snapped open. Gloria’s toes were underneath me; her legs leaned forward as she reached down and slid her hands underneath the sheet covering my ass.
Had she heard me? She must have. Her hands didn’t stop what they were doing, though, and I had to stifle another groan at how fantastic it felt. Her fingertips were only inches away from my pussy, which was devoid of underwear. I knew that from how turned on I had been earlier and the daydreams I had been entertaining that I was seriously wet down there.
A small part of me, the straight and proper part, wanted to sit up and yell at Gloria to take her hands away from there. That part was held in thrall by the larger, more primal me that had been awoken while being touched. The bigger part had firm control, and wished that the beautiful masseuse would shift her hands just those last few inches until she met my wetness.