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 This story is fiction, based on an experience when I travelled on business
in South East Asia with a female colleage.  (I am male.) We each booked a
massage at the hotel spa, but they had overbooked and instead we were
offered the massage in our rooms.  She told me a little about her
experience and I have imagined the rest, filling the possibilities from my
own experience.

   This story is of an erotic nature and contains matter that some may find
offensive or disturbing.  Although I think it is quite tame!

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   Special Massage, Mam?

   As she lay there, feeling the masseuse's hands slide over her legs, she
relaxed and let her mind roam.  Her breathing slowed and she drifted off,
yet she was kept on the edge of consciousness by occasional slight
discomfort as the masseuse discovered some tight knots in her muscles and
released them.

   At first, she had been a little surprised and uncomfortable that she was
not provided with a towel to cover herself, even though she was stark
naked. But she had rationalised that the masseuse would see it all anyway,
had seen it all a thousand times and that she may as well just go with it,
as the culture here in Asia was much less concerned with nudity than the
English-speaking world.  The air conditioning in the room was set to a
comfortable warmth; the masseuse was very nice, with a gentle, polite
manner; the towels on which she lay face down on the bed were warm; the oil
was fragrant and also warm; the hands were soothing and the magic of the
massage took over and she did not care any more.

   Anyway, she was proud of her body and felt a thrill of exhibitionism to
give in to this nudity and display her shapely ass to the masseuse.

   The masseuse had started with some flowing strokes over her back and had
paused several times with one hand just below the small of her back and one
hand below the base of her neck.  She felt warmth from the hands seeming to
flow within her.  She remembered that the masseuse had mentioned working
with her chakra and following the lines of her meridians.  She had read
about these energy centres and wanted to experience a massage that used
them, so she gave herself to the experience.  Then the masseuse used long
strokes up and down each leg, from sole of the foot to top of the thigh. 
She had then concentrated on the calf muscle of her left leg, moving down
to her foot and Achilles.  The masseuse would start with longish strokes
over the length of the muscle, discovering the areas of tightness, then use
shorter strokes, with more pressure, to release them.  Having released one
little knot, the masseuse would then stroke away the discomfort with
renewed longer strokes over the whole of the muscle.  As the masseuse moved
from the calf muscle to the foot, her hands never left her leg - stroking
from the calf to the foot and then gradually concentrating on the foot and
leaving the calf.

   Her mind wandered as the foot massage created a feeling of pleasure
which began to spread through her body.  She even moaned softly as the
exquisite sensation on her foot caused several parts of her brain to glow
like a warm fire on a winter's night, spreading the warmth throughout her
body.  She let herself sink into it.

   The masseuse's hands moved up her leg again, seeming to cause a small
wave of warmth and pleasure as they moved along her calf, around her knee,
along both sides of her thigh.  The hand on the outside of her thigh
continued up the side of her hip, as the hand on the inside of her thigh
moved onto the back of the muscle just before the top and continued on to
her buttock, gently squashing the muscles.  The hands met at the top of her
buttock and swept downwards together pressing into the buttock cheek,
moving down onto the back of her thigh and down to the back of her knee.

   The masseuse repeated this movement several times.  The pressure on the
muscles continuing the wave of warmth and deep, relaxing pleasure that
flowed through her body and brain.  Once or twice, the masseuse's hand
stroking her inner thigh swept up to the top of her leg and brushed a
finger or two against the side of her labia.  On one downstroke, the
masseuse's little finger even carelessly brushed down over her anus, as the
thumb pressed into the buttock cheek muscles.  She felt this and yet only
half acknowledged it, as she had now surrendered to the massage.  The warm
waves flowed through her body as the hands stroked over her skin.  The
careless intimacy of the touch joined with her thrill of exhibitionism and
the warm waves crested and broke onto the golden sands of sensuality.

   The masseur continued massaging her thigh, running her hands the full
extent of her upper leg, seemingly oblivious to the proximity of her
genitals.  Her legs were tight from running and gym exercises, so they
needed some work and the masseuse obliged.  Again, with every knot she
found, the masseuse would focus on it with gently building pressure until
the knot released.  Then her hands would move over the length of the muscle
in long rhythmic strokes to ease away the discomfort of the release.  The
work on the back of her thigh took quite a while and she was grateful for
the attention of the masseuse, as her mind drifted.  She was vaguely aware
that the top of her hamstring muscle received a lot of attention, with many
strokes over and around her buttock with stray intimate touches every now
and then.  The sensual sensations grew stronger.  The warm waves were
washing through her drifting mind.

   She felt the masseuse leave her buttock and sweep her hands once more
down to her knee and then up and down her thigh.  She felt a momentary
disappointment, as she was enjoying the intimacy of the strokes on her
buttock.  Then the masseuse swept both hands gently up the inside of her
thigh, right up to the top.  One hand lifted her muscle, while the other
stroked along to the top of her leg and round on to the back of her thigh,
down to her knee and then back up again.  Fleeting contact with her labia
was inevitable on some strokes, but did not occur on all of the first few
strokes.  She found a distant part of her mind hoping for the contact. 
Without realising she was doing it, she rotated her pelvis slightly to open
herself more to the warmth of the stroking hands.  The masseuse smiled and
did not break her rhythm.

   Now each hand stroking to the top of the inside of her thigh pushed
against her perineum and stroked up against the outside of her labia.  The
added pressure gently pulled her labia and, over several strokes, opened
her lips to reveal the beauty of her vulva.  As her inner lips opened, she
was gradually aware of the warmth rising in her clitoris and she revelled
in the abandon of the massage to such sensual feelings.  The masseuse saw
the moisture build in her open vulva and smiled again.

   The erotic warmth grew and she found herself pushing her pelvis back
against the hands almost imperceptibly, not really thinking what she was
doing, not really caring if the masseuse noticed, as a dozen or more
strokes caused her sexual energy to take over her body and play with her
drifting mind.  The masseuse felt the sexual chakra was energised and did
one final stroke on the inner thigh and let her fingers linger against the
labia as she pressed her thumb into her buttock, close to her anus.  She
lay half asleep but turned on as if in a sensual dream and she delighted in
the feelings.  She had given up any thought of control; did not want
control; she was completely in the hands of the masseuse and wanted to go
wherever those hands took her.  It was a dream.  A dream with wonderful
warmth and touch, with release of muscles and utter relaxation, with
sensuality and utter abandonment.  She felt the masseuse move her hands to
concentrate on her buttock, with flowing moves all around and across.  Her
fingers brushing across her anus and perineum, pulling her labia open so
that her vulva made a small, wet sound as it opened.  The pulling and
movement woke her slightly as it roused her even more.  On one stroke, she
felt the masseuse fingers pass fleetingly across her vulva, pulling her
inner lips, spreading her moisture.  The intimate touch sent an electric
thrill through her clitoris which surged into her mind.

   She moaned, a low, long moan of pleasure.  The masseuse smiled and
repeated the move, drawing moisture up over her anus, eliciting another low
moan.  The masseuse moved her hand slightly on the next stroke and just
circled her buttock, not touching the labia or her anus.  Her hands now
swept down her thigh and back up to her buttock, then down to her ankle and
back up and then across to the other buttock.  As the masseuse moved her
hands in long strokes down to her other ankle and began massaging her other
calf, she realised that the stroking and careless touch of her genitals had
stopped - for the moment.  She almost felt impatient for the masseuse to
massage her other leg quickly and move on to her buttock and genitals once
more.  But as the hands found a knot and released it, then stroked away the
discomfort of the release, she gave in to the massage once more.  Her
pelvis relaxed and rotated down slightly.  Her thighs fell together again
slightly and as her vulva closed she felt the fire in her groin slowly
subside.  But it did not leave her completely, as even the touch on her
ankle was now sending electric sensations to her, and so her fire
smouldered with the stroking hands on her leg like a gentle breath keeping
the embers alight.

   Her mind drifted once more, but now surrounded by erotic warmth.  She
was only occasionally aware of where the warm hands were on her.  She felt
one or two long strokes on her calf.  Her brain flickered as the masseuse
moved her hands to her foot and again exquisite sensations rose through
her. But this time they mingled with the erotic warmth still glowing deep
within her and the relaxation was total.  The masseuse noted her limbs, her
body sink into the bed.  The breathing slower, the lack of resistance from
any muscles.  She smiled again as she felt the energy under her hands,
within the relaxed body.

   The masseuse finished her massage of the foot and with long, languid
strokes the hands moved up her legs and swept down again, each time moving
higher until they once again swept over her buttock.  The change in rhythm
roused her slightly and she was half aware that the stroking hands were now
travelling less far down her leg, gradually leaving her ankle and calf and
moving just from her knee to her buttock.  Once more a finger made a
careless, intimate touch and she was pleased as an electric sensation
flowed from her clitoris and began to fill her body.  She was not aware of
her slight moan and was hardly aware of her anticipation of this renewed
warm, intimate and electric contact.  Her mind did not dwell on it.  Her
mind drifted with the rhythm of the hands as they moved their magic, still
working on a few tight little knots, but now adding with every move to the
growing warmth and the heat in her loins.

   The sequence, the rhythm did not change.  She followed every stroke up
her thigh, every sweep down her buttock as she waited for, wanted the
contact with her labia.  The few careless touches already caused her
moisture to flow.  Again she did not consciously rotate her pelvis or push
back against the warm flowing hands, but she did and the masseuse smiled
broadly.  This time as the masseuse began her lifting and stroking of her
inner thigh, every stroke brought a finger against her labia.  She felt one
stroke bring the finger over her clitoris and up over her vulva.  Her vulva
was now open and very wet.  She was now almost consciously wanting the next
erotic touch and it came after one or two strokes against her labia,
pressing slightly on her clitoris and spreading her vulva wider.  Then more
strokes with just a stroke along the side of her labia and she pushed her
pelvis against the stroking hand waiting for more.  She was now totally
abandoned to the hands and their magic, the erotic energy surging, not
knowing when the next touch would come or how intimate it would be.  But
wishing that it would come and laying herself open to the most intimate
contact.

   Again the flowing strokes moved from her inner thigh to her buttocks,
swirling around and this time, every stroke crossing her anus or her labia,
pulling her open, tugging her clitoris.  A dozen strokes.  Two dozen.  She
was awake to the erotic energy that now surged through her whole body, the
warmth in her vulva like nothing she had experienced before, the electric
pulses from her clitoris to her brain causing sparks through her senses. 
The masseuse knew that now was the time and deliberately dipped her fingers
across her clitoris and stroked around her vaginal entrance, massaging
gently around the opening.

   The masseuse leaned forward and whispered softly in her ear, "Would Mam
like a special massage?  You have much energy in your sexual chakra." Her
fingers continued their gentle massage around the wet opening, touching the
clitoris, massaging the inner lips.  "I can release your energy.  It is
only $100."

   She was awake.  The fingers were driving a sexual energy that she had
never known could exist.  She knew she shouldn't.  This was another woman
doing this to her and she had never experienced anything like it before. 
But the sense of abandon was so strong, she knew she had to travel wherever
the masseuse took her.

   "Mam?"

   No-one would know.

   "Mmmm.  Yes, please.  That would be wonderful"

   End of Part 1.

   Should I write a Part 2?  Or should I leave it there, hanging with
delicious intent?