Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 142

"Fuck yes," I said.

I glanced behind me at Chloe. She pointed to her left and said, "I'm one room over." She glanced inside and spied a door. "I'll need to unlock that door to make sure I have access to your room." I nodded and let her come in as I made my way over to Shea.

The flight attendant/masseuse gestured to a bathroom. "I'm going to wash my hands and get some hot water. If you would, go ahead and get undressed and get on the bed, and we can get started."

She disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. I glanced at Chloe who gave me a small, amused smile as she popped open the door. There was another door on the other side supposedly leading to her room. She shut it, leaving it cracked open, and then headed back toward the room's front door, stopping in the doorway to look back at me.

"Enjoy yourself," she said, repeating Erin's words with a knowing smile. Then she shut the door behind her.

I slipped off my clothes and laid face down on the massage table, inserting my face in the face hole. About a minute later, the door opened and I heard Shea call out, "Are you ready?"

"Yep," I called back.

I heard her approach, and a moment later I felt warm oil drizzle across my back. Then she proved her dainty hands were much stronger than they looked as she dug her fingers into my rhomboids. The effects were immediate, and I felt like I was going to melt into a puddle as every touch from her seemed to unravel years of tension. Holy shit! This was the best massage I'd ever experienced. Where had Erin found this woman?

"Oh god.." I groaned.

"Hmmm," she hummed, "I'm glad you like it."

We spent the next twenty minutes in silence as she worked, broken by occasional bits of dialog. She asked me where I was from, what I liked and didn't like in a massage, what sort of relationship I had with the other ladies, and what I was doing in Nevada. Something about her tone, touch, and overall aura comforted and relaxed me, and I discovered that I could lower my guard around her in minutes. This woman made me feel safe-not in a 'physical danger' sort of way, but in a more existential,

transcendent way. I answered all her questions without holding much back, and she accepted then with grace and dignity, following up with appropriate comments and further questions. It was one of the easiest conversations I'd ever had, and the moments not filled with talk felt completely relaxing. Not to mention the massage itself, aside from a burning sensation just under my neck quickly melting away under her touch and a brief, sharp pain near my hip that she soothed away, the massage was one of the best experiences of my life.

Her hands eventually left my body after giving my back, ass, neck legs, shoulders, and feet a rigorous massage. "Alright. Turn over and I'll get your front," she said.

hesitated. She hadn't placed a towel over my ass, so I wasn't sure if I should expect a towel to be draped across my crotch. Still.... she'd asked me to turn over, and she was the expert.

I rolled over and received a shock.

Shea was as nude as me. She stood next to me with a towel in her hand, wiping her fingers clean of oil residue. Tossing it on the small table holding a bowl, she dipped her fingers in it, coating them in fresh oil. She seemed completely unphased by the half- hard dick laying flat on my stomach. She did give me an amused smile when she caught me glancing at her twice.

I couldn't help it, I thought she was gorgeous before, but this was something else entirely. She was one of the shortest women I'd ever seen in the nude, standing at five feet tall. She had a flat stomach with subtle abdominal muscles emphasized by the fact that her body was coated in oil that emphasized every curve and muscle in her body. She wasn't quite as slender as Erin, but she wasn't far off from that, with a dancer's build and tone that suggested she worked out religiously. C-cup breasts graced her chest, looking larger than they normally would on her petite frame. Her skin was nearly the shade of Erin's, but her facial features were more exotic, heavily influenced by Pacific islander characteristics. Her thick mane of hair was a glossy brown with lighter highlights and hung about a third of the way down her back. Jesus Christ, she was beautiful.

"I'm glad you like what you see," she said with a satisfied smile as she glanced down at my cock again. Sure enough, my half-hard cock was quickly growing to full hardness as I took her in.

We'd already lightly flirted a good bit, so I didn't feel as

comfortable with the situation as I would have ten minutes ago.

Besides, she was just as naked as was, and that had to mean something.

"I'd say I'm sorry, but that'd be a lie," said, smiling back at her.

"Oh, there's no reason to be sorry," she said as she maneuvered herself behind me. She placed her oil-slick hands on my shoulders and ran them down my chest, kneading my muscles as she bent over me, bringing her breasts dangerously close to my face. They were capped with brown, puffy nipples almost as long as the first Joint of my pinky finger and thicker than typical. As they hung in front of me, I wanted to extend my tongue and taste them. I wondered if the oil would make them bitter.

"You're sweeter than I anticipated," Shea said, and for a second, I thought she was talking about my actual taste, and I wondered when she would have had the opportunity to find out. Then it hit me that she was probably talking about my personality.

"Worked for a lot of assholes?"

"You could say that," she said. "She ran her hands back up to my shoulders and then down my arms, squeezing and working them. "Most of them would have taken advantage by now."

Bobbi came to mind and I said, "I'm not as sweet as you might think."

"Good," she said softly, running both hands down the right side of my chest as she stepped around to the side of the massage table. Too sweet is boring."

She slid both hands down my arm to my hand, picking it up and massaging my palm for several moments before pulling it to her chest and pressing it directly against her right breast. I could feel that prominent nipple grinding into my skin like a soft pebble, and I gently dug my fingers into her soft tit flesh..

She returned her fingers to my chest and began massaging across it again as I reciprocated. My hand wandered, exploring more of her body and being encouraged by her silence. Being able to touch her body while she gave me an expert massage was even more enjoyable than simply receiving it.

"Did any of the ladies get this sort of treatment?" I finally asked, opening an eye to peek at her.

She laughed softly at that. "I'm afraid I don't talk about what goes on between me and my clients."