TheBanyanTree: possibilities....part 5

[Sachet]

  He thoughtfully wrote of how concerned he was over the long hours she 
worked and wanted to do something to help ease her aching muscles. He 
suggested a long soothing massage was needed. After her next trip to the 
post office she found herself holding a gift certificate to a 
professional massage studio in the city. A two hour full body massage. 
The date and time to be her choice. He simply wanted to know when, so he 
could picture her laying on the massage table, with a mere small towel 
to cover her bare skin. He told her to think of him, as the masseuse 
rubbed the warm oil into her muscles in the candlelit room. And if the 
masseuse questioned the presence of the chain and asked for it to be 
removed, she was to gently smile and state that she couldn't because she 
didn't have the key to the lock. 


She tentatively called to make her appointment and was delighted to 
confirm the various questions as to her preferences regarding candle 
fragrances (vanilla), background music (Enya, Enigma or Oceania) and 
body oils (warm vanilla sugar). Smiling, she then emailed him the 
appointment information. After her arrival the polite receptionist 
walked her down the hallway and introduced her to the masseuse. She was 
reassured by his kind smile and professional demeanor. He led her into a 
spacious candlelit room, politely explained that he would leave the room 
while she disrobed, and requested that she lay face down on the table. A 
towel was provided for her to drape over herself, to ensure that she 
felt modestly covered. He returned within a few moments and quickly put 
her at ease as he casually explained what he was doing and why. After a 
bit, he said he would stop talking so as not to diminish the relaxing 
experience for her. She was to immerse herself in the massage and let 
her mind drift along with the music softly playing.....

It struck her as a curious thing when, after a while, the candles went 
out one by one until there was total darkness; but the mesmerizing 
motions of the massage ensured that she was too relaxed to question it. 
Dimly, in her relaxed state of mind and body she heard him quietly 
murmur that he wanted her to turn over while he left the room and that 
he would return in a moment. She felt the cool waft of air brush against 
her skin as the door opened.... and closed..... twice in quick 
succession, and then strong hands once again began their magic. Firmly 
he pushed his thumbs into her neck muscles, stroking downward into her 
shoulders, and along her arms until his fingers gently massaged each and 
every finger. For an instant it felt as if his lips had brushed across 
her forehead, but she decided it was only her imagination. As his hands 
firmly pressed into the muscles of her shoulders and upper chest, she 
languidly became aware that their task was bringing them closer and 
closer to her nipples under the brief towel. Just when she started to 
protest they began working their way down her sides, over her flat belly 
with swirls of light pressure, before finding her thighs. Up and down 
her legs his hands traveled, rubbing deeply into her taunt muscles. Over 
and over, with a repetitive rhythm that sent her into a deeper state of 
somnolence. She distantly became aware that each return pass of his 
hands seemed to be drifting higher and higher into the apex of her 
thighs. She felt her belly contract when the back of his fingers 
casually brushed against her pubic hairs as he worked the muscles of her 
inner thighs. Would it appear prudish if she protested? Or was this a 
normal part of a full body massage and she was just a bit more modest 
than his usual client? As she was debating this question in her mind his 
hands slowly left her thighs and he softly stated that he needed her to 
turn over. As she wiggled herself into a comfortable position on her 
belly, she sighed in utter relaxation as his wondrous hands started to 
massage each and every muscle of her back, once again. She felt some of 
the warm oil puddle in the curve of her back just above her bottom, and 
held her breath as she felt him swirl it lower until it was sliding ever 
downward, making it hot and slippery in that dark secret place. When his 
hands started to massage her bottom the chain slipped further down, 
slipping and sliding to the alternating rhythm he created with a firm 
hand on each cheek. As she tried, but failed, to stifle the small moan 
that escaped her lips, his hands stopped moving and he quietly inquired 
if she was ok. Blushing with embarrassment and fervently glad that the 
room was still in darkness, she mumbled that her chain had slipped into 
an awkward position and that she needed to adjust it. As she started to 
reach behind her, she felt one of his hands press her firmly into the 
table, while his other hand slid into place just under the chain on her 
waist. She felt his fingers gently tracing its length and jerked in 
surprised response to the feel of his index finger sliding down and 
slipping under the chain, causing his bare knuckles to slide through the 
oil moistened valley. With a slight tug of the chain it was free of her 
slick crevice, but unexpectedly pressing very sharply...... elsewhere. 
She gasped in shock that everything was cascading out of control so 
quickly beyond any expectations she'd had for her first full body 
massage. Just when she opened her mouth to tell him that she wanted to 
end the massage, he dropped the chain and oh-so-casually began rubbing 
her legs once again. Several minutes of slow, easy, innocent massage 
lulled her into a sense of warm complacency. She felt him reach for 
something off to the side of the massage table, and was curious about 
the small sound that began. She then felt a warm smooth cylinder slide 
across her back leaving a tingle of tiny vibrations in its wake. Over 
and up, down and over it went, until she became accustomed to the feel 
of it all over her body. He nudged her thighs open a bit wider so that 
he could press the tip of the cylinder into each taunt muscle there. She 
had felt how slippery it was and knew that he kept drizzling warm oil 
onto her skin to ease its passage. Therefore she wasn't surprised to 
feel more oil drizzling down between her thighs. The cylinder seemed to 
be vibrating faster, and she wondered just how high he was going to take 
it with her legs so languorously spread. Her silent question was quickly 
answered when she felt it sliding up to the apex of her thighs, not 
pausing this time, but nudging higher and higher until it was nestled 
between her legs, the rounded tip pressing insistently upward.

As her hips started to twist and wiggle trying to shift away from its 
intimate position; once again his large hand pressed her down, holding 
her in place while the hand holding the vibrator slowly slide it down to 
an innocuous position, until she could breathe once again. While her 
mind struggled to comprehend what was happening, her body caught on all 
too well, and she felt the teasing waves of frustration ripple through 
her body. His lips brushed against her ear as he whispered that a true 
full body massage meant...... inside.... and out. He paused and asked if she 
wanted him to stop. In this dream world where only her body and his 
hands existed, she whispered a breathless no, and waited to see where 
his hands would next caress. Slowly, gently he acquiesced to her silent 
plea and she softly whimpered while she waited....and then helplessly 
fell into the subspace of sensation he orchestrated so exquisitely. 
Endless minutes later he began to slow the pace, easing her down from 
the plateau where he'd so masterfully placed her, until finally he eased 
the cylinder away from her body, letting it brush along her skin before 
he laid it aside. She felt his firm hands once again begin to rub and 
massage her muscles, as she drifted off into a satiated sleep...a slight 
smile upon her lips.

When she awoke, candles were again softly flickering, and her sleepy 
gaze was drawn to a note propped up against a bottle of cherry lemonade 
on a small wooden tray. Savoring the cold refreshing flavor of her 
favorite drink she read the brief note that expressed the hope that she 
had enjoyed her full body massage, and to take her time dressing before 
she left. A small box of chocolate was hers to take along to enjoy as 
she made her way home, along with another package prettily wrapped in 
iridescent paper. The package was for her to open once she got home. She 
blinked, mystified that yet more of her favorite things had been 
provided for her personal enjoyment. Relief that she didn't have to face 
her very talented masseuse after such an intensely personal experience, 
she slowly walked out of the building.

After she arrived home, she went to check her email, still dazed over 
the gift he had provided. Did he know how personal and intimate the gift 
actually was? Should she tell him? Debating with herself, she hesitantly 
downloaded her email and saw a post from him, waiting to be read. She 
opened it and started reading his polite questions wondering if she had 
enjoyed her massage and had it helped her feel more relaxed? As she kept 
scrolling down the page, the questions became more specific, and her 
face flushed in astonishment over all the things he described to her in 
picture perfect detail. How could he have known?!?!? As if reading her 
mind, he then asked if she had noticed how the candles had slowly 
extinguished themselves to provide a cloak of concealing darkness. And 
had she wondered why the masseuse had left only to return so quickly? 
Was she surprised over how intimate the hands of the masseuse had become 
as time passed? Had she noticed how well he orchestrated her innocent 
arousal, only to become a mere masseuse once again, when he sensed her 
occasional apprehension? Did she like how her tepid protests were 
overcome because he alone knew what she needed? Was she ever again going 
express curiosity about the ......in's and out's..... of a full body 
massage? Or did she now understand that he alone intended to ensure her 
care and pleasure in any and all ways. Had she opened up the pretty 
package yet? Was she aware of how very pleasing he found her beautiful 
body? And that he was looking forward to the many more surprises he had 
in mind.....

She leaned back in her chair, in utter shock over all that had 
transpired. How had he arranged it all with such precision? How had he 
known exactly where to touch her, the seductive pace to set, the 
tantalizing things to say, and the clear path to her very soul? She 
tried to type out her many questions, but her fingers refused to 
cooperate. Taking a deep breath she stepped away from the computer and 
reached for the package, slowly unwrapping the shimmering paper. Inside, 
laying in a fragile nest of tissue paper, she found a long smooth 
cylinder, a rich deep blue in color. It's sleek solitary presence sent a 
clear and unmistakable message tingling through her body. Still shaking, 
she fumbled for the phone, unthinkingly dialing from her home, desperate 
to hear his voice explain it all to her in words that would make sense 
of all that had occurred. He answered with a deep gravely rumble that 
made her heart flutter in response. Before she could utter a word, he 
whispered her name and she could hear the smile in his voice.......


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...Sachet



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