Opensesame54321
Lost in Limbo
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The kiss excited her. Damn! Todd sure knew how to kiss, leaving her head spinning. And the removal of her bra excited her. She halfway expected for him to seduce her, and if the truth were known, she would not have put up a fuss. So she was surprised when instead he pull the dress top over her bare breast. Her nipples pressed against the dress material. Maybe he had really been listening to her and was trying hard to do as she had asked.
And the phone call that he made definitely surprised her. In fact, in no time, he had sent her downstairs and she was being shown into a private room in the day spa located in the lobby of the hotel. She was left alone in the room where she was told to undress and lay face down on the padded table with the sheet draped over her buttocks.
The room lights were dimmed and soft and relaxing music played as the massage therapist poured a small drizzle of warm oil on her shoulders. No words were spoken. Instead, the only sounds made in the room were the spa music punctuated with occasional groans from Helen as the masseuse found a sore spot with her talented fingers.
She worked her way down the back side of Helen’s body until she reached the young woman’s heels before she waited for Helen to turn over into her back and drape the sheet over her privates. Then, starting with her toes, the masseuse started working her way up the front of Helen’s body. Once she reached Helen’s face, she spent some time relaxing her and then massaged oils into her scalp.
Helen felt like a limp wet noodle, she was so relaxed. Then she was wrapped in a thick soft Turkish robe and led to the hair stylist.
“Oh, dear Lord, please tell me that your color is natural!”
Helen smiled at the man and nodded.
“Dear, absolutely beautiful! But you need to be careful and condition it.”
Helen was seated in a chair and while the stylist worked on her hair, one woman began working on her toes, giving her a pedicure. Meanwhile, another woman started on her hands, giving her a manicure. Finally, another woman came and applied makeup with a very light hand.
At the end of the two hours, Helen had been massaged, pummeled, plucked, scented, waxed, sugared, trimmed, painted, washed, conditioned and more until her skin was soft and glowed. Her nails had been painted blue to match her dress, save for the ring fingernails, which were painted red to match the ruby necklace. On the left ring fingernail, they had painted a tiny gold heart. Her toenails had been painted the same way.
And the phone call that he made definitely surprised her. In fact, in no time, he had sent her downstairs and she was being shown into a private room in the day spa located in the lobby of the hotel. She was left alone in the room where she was told to undress and lay face down on the padded table with the sheet draped over her buttocks.
The room lights were dimmed and soft and relaxing music played as the massage therapist poured a small drizzle of warm oil on her shoulders. No words were spoken. Instead, the only sounds made in the room were the spa music punctuated with occasional groans from Helen as the masseuse found a sore spot with her talented fingers.
She worked her way down the back side of Helen’s body until she reached the young woman’s heels before she waited for Helen to turn over into her back and drape the sheet over her privates. Then, starting with her toes, the masseuse started working her way up the front of Helen’s body. Once she reached Helen’s face, she spent some time relaxing her and then massaged oils into her scalp.
Helen felt like a limp wet noodle, she was so relaxed. Then she was wrapped in a thick soft Turkish robe and led to the hair stylist.
“Oh, dear Lord, please tell me that your color is natural!”
Helen smiled at the man and nodded.
“Dear, absolutely beautiful! But you need to be careful and condition it.”
Helen was seated in a chair and while the stylist worked on her hair, one woman began working on her toes, giving her a pedicure. Meanwhile, another woman started on her hands, giving her a manicure. Finally, another woman came and applied makeup with a very light hand.
At the end of the two hours, Helen had been massaged, pummeled, plucked, scented, waxed, sugared, trimmed, painted, washed, conditioned and more until her skin was soft and glowed. Her nails had been painted blue to match her dress, save for the ring fingernails, which were painted red to match the ruby necklace. On the left ring fingernail, they had painted a tiny gold heart. Her toenails had been painted the same way.
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