Spa Day

Zorah was laying on her belly with a teeny towel draped over her buttocks unsure of where to put her hands atop the thin massage table. Sidonia was in the next room while Avaline and Eleanora were having mani-pedis in the salon portion of the spa.
After they’d enjoyed a delicious lunch, Avaline insisted they needed to relax after the adventures in shopping, and she’d brought them to the spa. Now Zorah was tucked up on the bed wondering why she didn’t have a bigger backbone than what she was born with because she didn’t want to be here.
Music was playing lowly overhead and the strong scent of burning incense filled her nostrils. It was all supposed to be relaxing but she felt so nervous to have a strange man touching her. Specifically, the man who’d been introduced to her a few moments ago at the front desk who was very handsome, and he’d been too smiley. She didn’t want to be alone with him in the room. Avaline and Eleanora giggled like fools at how gorgeous the man was, but Zorah was not sure how she felt about him touching her skin.
She heard the door to the room open and felt her entire body tense up tightly. Mentally chastising herself to relax, she tried, but then the minute the man touched her foot she pulled it away. She grabbed the towel and then tried to discretely sit up.
“I’m sorry. I can’t do this. This doesn’t feel comfortable for me.”
“Zorah,” the warm velvety tones of Icaro’s voice coated over her skin. “Shh. Relax.”
She turned her head to look at him incredulously and whispered, “what are you doing here?”
“Besting my mother at her games.” He winked and wiggled a bottle of massage oil.
“Icaro.”
“I’m going to give you a massage. I’ll make sure you leave here relaxed and feeling good and then you can go back out there and pretend it was the sexy therapist who rendered you boneless.”
“Why?”
“Zorah, there is a substantial difference between dancing with a man in a club and having a stranger put his hands all over your naked body. I knew you would be uncomfortable.”
“How did you know?”
“I just knew.”
“Is Vodingo in there with Sidonia?”
“No. My father thinks I am dealing with a situation and I am. Vod is with him and his father. I snuck off. Sidonia and Vod have their own battles to wage. I’m here for you. I don’t give a damn about them. The notion of you being nervous or scared is unacceptable.”
“How did you know I was here?” she let him help her back down onto her belly on the bed.
“Your driver is my spy. He heard my mom booking the hottest massage therapist she could find to rub you down. I knew you wouldn’t deny her because you’re too kind and you’re eager to please her, but I also knew you’d be uncomfortable.”
“Are you sure it’s for me you’re here and not because you’re jealous?” she boldly questioned him.
“Zorah, if you told me that you wanted him to come in here and do your massage, I would not balk. I promise. I won’t deny being jealous however a massage from a sexy man would be the last thing I could begrudge you after all my sins.” He knelt in front of her head and looked into her eyes. “I can bring him back if it’s what you want.”
She knew he meant it.
“No. I don’t want him to come in. It was freaking me out.” She admitted while he smiled gently at her.
“Then let me help you get through the next hour.”
“Did you hurt the massage therapist?”
“No. He’s been given a thousand-dollar bonus and he’s out back smoking with the guards.” The humor in his voice was obvious.
“Really?” she snickered. “Isn’t this a holistic place all about health and wellness? He’s smoking?”
“Yes. He’s smoking. We all have vices.” He tucked the towel into her panties. “I like how you kept these on.”
“What if I hadn’t?”
“It’s only day two babe but I think my balls might have exploded.”
His words made her giggle. The sound of his hands rubbing together with the lotion had her head lifting up to check to see what he was doing. He lifted her foot and began rubbing the sole. Her eyes closed as her head dropped back down on the table, her face in the hole of the table. She moaned loudly as his thumb shoved into the middle of her foot.
“Oh gosh, Icaro, it feels good.”
“It’s only your foot. Wait until I get to your shoulders.”
She whimpered as his hands moved from body part to body part up her legs. His large hands nearly encircling her thighs. His thumbs dipping dangerously close to her innermost areas was titillating.
“Icaro,” she breathed his name again, her breath catching. She was frustrated when he deliberately avoided touching her intimately.
“Ah, ah, ah,” he chastised her with a laugh. “I’m being professional, and this is supposed to be relaxing.”
“Then why I am feeling back on edge again,” she huffed as he skipped right over her buttocks. Zorah was suddenly very annoyed with herself for leaving the panties on.
Warm oil drizzled over her back and then he was massaging her back in deep, long swirling motions. She recalled Avaline saying Dagoberto barely lasted moments when he offered massages, but Zorah needed to be honest with herself. It was she who was desperate for more while Icaro quietly worked his magic on her muscles. Was her mother-in-law made of stone?
Each time Icaro’s hands applied pressure she was biting her bottom lip to avoid the moan of pleasure which was daring to come from her chest.
“How are you feeling?” his voice was deeper than usual as he cleared it. “Zorah?”
“So good,” she admitted as she snuggled into the table, her bottom wriggling needily.
He leaned over and kissed her cheek. “Do you want me to do your front too?”
She opened her eyes, turning her head completely sideways and found herself eye level to his crotch and noted the very real erection pressing against his trousers.
“Are you even wearing underwear?” the words blurted from her lips before she could stop them.
He laughed at her question, “boxers instead of briefs today. Want to touch?” he was teasing her, his finger running down her nose before bopping the tip.
“Yes.” She didn’t deny it.
“Hussy. We’re not here for me. You’re supposed to be relaxed.”
His throaty chuckle as she kicked the towel upwards and rolled onto her back was wicked.
“Do my front.”
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