Honestly? I had no idea what I was in for—my first time being so intimate with a complete stranger.
A moment later, the attendant came back carrying a tray with two small cups of herbal tonic, something they said would "enhance the experience."
Tiffany went first—she sniffed it, shrugged, and knocked it back like a shot.
After a second of hesitation, I held my nose and did the same. Then I pressed my face into the breathing hole of the massage table, lying there like a sacrifice waiting to happen. Eyes squeezed shut, I tried to steady my breathing.
"Just relax," the man said softly, his voice low and calm. He could tell how tense I was.
Warm scented oil spilled across my skin. His touch was barely there at first—light, tracing fingertips along my shoulder blades, down my spine, then my lower back. Slowly, he glided over my thighs before circling back to my hips.
Every movement was slow. Intentional. Teasing.
My mind started drifting—part of me wanted more, but my body was too heavy to move.
He took his time, working the oil into my skin again and again, stoking a heat I hadn't expected.
A hazy warmth spread through me, a slow burn building somewhere deep. This didn't feel wrong anymore—it felt electric.
And that shocked me. I'm a married woman—shouldn't I feel guilty? Ashamed? But I didn't.
Was there something in that drink?
The thought flickered, but it was too late to care.
Then he tugged the towel away.
It was only then, through the mental fog, that I remembered—I was wearing nothing but a flimsy lace G-string. Now, with the towel gone, everything was on display.
"Wait—" I choked out, fighting through the cloud in my head.
But his hand settled firmly on the small of my back.
"Stay still," he murmured as I tried to push up. His voice left no room for argument.
Is this really what a sensual massage is? My thoughts were spinning.
Then he leaned close, his lips nearly touching my ear. "Turn over. I'll take care of the front now."
My heart pounded hard as I slowly rolled onto my back. Blushing, I threw an arm over my eyes—like that could hide anything.