L. Marie Adeline- S.E.C.R.E.T

Oh my God! I thought. This is happening.
“I don’t know if I can do this right now,” I said, trying to turn around.
“If I touch you in any way you don’t like, you tell me. And I will stop. That’s how this
works. That’s how it will always work. But, Cassie, it’s just a massage.”
I could hear him take something out from under the table and then I smelled the
delicious perfume of coconut lotion. I heard him rubbing it on his hands. Then he
clasped the backs of my ankles.
“Does this feel okay? Tell me honestly.” Okay? It felt way more than okay.
“Yes,” I said.
“This?” he asked, slowly moving his warm, oiled hands up the backs of my calves.
Sweet Jesus, his hands were amazing. “Yes.”
“How about this? Do you like this? Tell me,” he said, reaching my thighs and stopping
just below my buttocks. Then he began to knead my inner thighs. I felt my legs opening
up to him.
“Cassie. Do you want this?”
“Yes.” Oh God I said it.
“Good,” he said, moving his hands to the crests of my cheeks. There he began to
massage in widening circles, touching me almost between my legs. Almost, but not
quite. My body was in panic mode and yet highly aroused. I had never existed in this
place between fear and nirvana before and it was strange, intoxicating, and wonderful.
“Do you like it firm or soft?”
“Um—”
“I mean massage, Cassie.”
“Oh. Firm, I guess. No, soft,” I said, my words still mued by the table. “I don’t know
what I like. Is that normal?”
He laughed. “How about we try both, then?”
He squirted more lotion on his hands and rubbed them together. This time he moved
up my back in a large circle, pulling the sheet o me entirely. I watched it drop to the
ground beside me. I was naked.
“Take your arms out from under you and rest them over the top of the table, Cassie,”
he said.
I did so and began to relax into the most intense back massage I had ever had. His
thumbs traced the outline of my spine from my tailbone up to my neck, then down
around my rib cage, brushing by the sides of my breasts. He circled like that for several
minutes, and then dipped down to circle my butt cheeks up and out. I could feel his
hard-on through his jeans against the inside of my thigh. I couldn’t believe it. He was
feeling something for me too? I instinctively pressed back into him.
I let my legs, on the split table, fall apart even wider. It was the sweetest, oddest thing
to be open to a man like that.
“Turn around, Cassie, I want you on your back.”
“Okay,” I said. The room was warm from the candles, or perhaps from my overheated
body. Just his hands, that rub-down, had removed so much tension and anxiety. I felt
completely boneless.