Total pages in book: 168
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 160782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 804(@200wpm)___ 643(@250wpm)___ 536(@300wpm)
Bridget widens her eyes at me, and I nod uncomfortably as I smile. Jeez.
“This is Markus,” Adam holds up his hand to the man with brown hair and gestures to Bridget. “He will be looking after you today.” Bridget smiles nervously at Markus and he gestures to the hallway which he leads her down. I swallow the lump in my throat and my eyes flick back to the Adonis in front of me. “This is Antonio, he will be looking after you today.” He raises his eyebrows in question.
“Natasha,” I whisper.
Adam smiles kindly at me. “Enjoy.” He then grabs Abbie’s hand, and they walk off together down the hall. My eyes follow them as they disappear into a room. Bloody hell, what on earth do Abbie and I have in common?
My nervous eyes flick to Antonio who looks at me gently. “Your name is Natasha?” he asks in a heavy accent. Oh boy, he sounds good. His voice is velvety and enticing, definitely Italian. Shit, next shop we go to is going to be an adult warehouse. No doubt about it, I’m becoming desperate. I’m checking out the damn masseur now, what’s wrong with me?
He leads me to the massage room.
It’s large and all white with a huge expensive brightly colored bunch of flowers sitting on the counter. The room is immaculate, a huge extra wide white massage table is in the middle of the room and a white leather lounge sits in the corner. This place is swish.
“Natasha, just change in here,” he says kindly as he opens the door to a bathroom off the massage room.
I nod nervously. “What do you want me to wear?” I stammer nervously. Maybe I should have worn a swim suit.
He smiles as his eyes drop down my body. “Nothing, I need you naked.”
“What?” I stammer as my eyes go wide.
He smiles broadly. “Darling, I can’t massage you properly with clothes on. Trust me, you are in safe hands. You are in control here. Just lie on the table on your stomach and then I will come back in and we will get started.”
I nod and smile nervously. Can’t I have a granny masseur? This guy is too hot for my overheated condition. I quickly undress, and practically run and dive on the table. Bloody Abbie, what has she gotten us into now? He walks back into the room.
“That’s better,” he coos. I am feeling very naked, so I stick my face so far into the face hole in the table to hide my embarrassment he might need pliers to free me.
He warms the oil between his hands, as he is standing down at my feet. He starts to slowly slide his hands up my calf muscles, both hands on one leg at the same time. Oh, that feels good.
“Nice,” he whispers.
I smile into the face hole. “Yes,” I answer meekly.
“Natasha, this massage is about deep relaxation. I want you to let go completely.”
I smile into the face hole again. “Hmm,” I answer as I start to unwind.
“The beauty about Tantric massage is the energy that is released into your system,” he whispers.
His hands slide up one leg to my thigh and back down to my feet and around the bottom of my foot.
“Hmm,” I sigh. Hang on, what did he say?
“The energy I will release from your body is a natural high and your stress will be released instantly.”
Oh my God, oh my God. I swallow the lump in my throat. “Did you say Tantric massage?” I whisper as horror dawns and I instantly tense.
“Sshh, just feel. Stop thinking. Close your eyes, sshh,” he coos. “I won’t push you farther than you can go, you are in control, Natasha. Let’s start with the massage. Stop thinking.”
He pours oil onto my back and I feel my eyes close against my will. This really is divine. His expert fingers roam up and down my body, massaging spots I didn’t even know were sore. For over an hour he massages my back, my butt and my legs, my arms and fingers. He’s right I do need this, I haven’t felt this relaxed since I don’t know when. He moves my legs a little further apart and starts to massage the inside of my thighs. This feels so nice, unthreatening and natural. This is actually pretty good. I think I can do this. His fingertips on the upstroke gently start to skim the lips of my sex. What? Mmm, that feels…unexpectedly good.
“That’s it darling. I want you to start to breathe deeply for me. When I stroke up, I want you to breathe out and then in on the downstroke.”
“Ok,” I whisper nervously. I really want to go through with this. Abbie will never let me live it down.
His hands go up my legs again and I breathe out, they slide down and I breathe in. He does this for what must be twenty minutes. His fingers start to linger on the lips of my sex and his fingers circle firmly before they slide back down my legs. I find on the top of the upstroke I stop breathing altogether. My body is starting to rise to meet his fingertips as my body craves a deeper massage.