Sensual massage for a lesbian who is stressed

The sun shone on the ocean's surface, and the gentle breeze made the palm trees move. My back had been suffering for so long because I was stressed out. Finally, I was able to get a massage at the spa.

"Good afternoon, Miss Reynolds. My name is Daisy Morgan. Elite Retreat is pleased to welcome you. Do you want a specific type of massage? Or would you like me to show you all the options available to you?

Daisy was a gorgeous brunette. Her voice was calm and soothing, with a velvety tone that eased tension off my shoulders.

Her soft skin and hourglass figure immediately caught my attention. From the moment I entered, I wanted her to hold me.

"I want to get a full body massage," I said, feeling overwhelmed by the sensations that flooded my body.

"I mean... I haven’t had a moment of relaxation in years."

"I want the complete experience."

My body felt a rush of excitement when she smiled with a cute, naughty look on her face.

"Ok. "Ok. Follow me.

She turned and I followed her to a small room. The room was brightly lit and smelled of sandalwood.

Daisy said, "This is amazing!"

She smiled, her plump lips glowing with lip balm. I was reminded of her mouth sucking on my nipples, and turned away.

"Thanks Miss Reynolds. "This is a relaxing massage. You must dress to your comfort level," she stated.

"I would suggest that you take all your clothes off. Massages are a great example of this. Sometimes, less is more. A towel is placed on the table. Once you are ready, lay down and cover your body with the towel.

I didn't realise I had a knack for massaging.

I took off my underwear and dress, and wrapped the towel around my waist.

I was lying down on my stomach and closing my eyes, saying "I'm ready".

Her steps were getting closer. I felt a tiny drop of oil on my back from her. It was warm and heavenly-smelling.

I finally relaxed and sighed.

Her hands made small circles on my shoulders and back. Her fingers were strong and soft, which eased tension in my shoulders and neck.

I fell asleep due to the warm body of my mother and the sweet scent of the room.

"Would it be a pleasure to massage your backside?" If you work at a desk, there is usually a lot of tension around the area.

She whispered so close to my ear that I could hear her breathing in my ear. My skin rose to goosebumps. I nodded, but didn't dare to open my eyes.

I was left completely naked by the towel, which she gently sewed. I could not help but think of her gentle touch on my pussy.

It made my heart throb.

She said softly, "I'll put your legs in the correct position now,"

She then grabbed my thigh with both her hands and forced me to bend one leg. "Perfect, you are very good."

It's not clear why but I was moved by her praise and became even more excited.

Daisy used warm oil to massage my back.

She grabbed them with her hands when some drops fell towards my pussy.

Her touch was gentle and tender. I was so agitated that I gasped.

She carried on as if nothing was going on. She massaged my butt with her palms. My pussy was brushed by her fingers.

Slowly, my masseuse was driving me insane. I felt myself getting wet and was biting my lips to stop moaning.

She massaged me again, her fingers randomly touching my ass, pussy and occasionally my clit.

She whispered, "Turn around, please so I can keep going,"

I did, completely flushed and horny.

She said, "Open your legs for us," I was bewildered and looked at her. They spoke as calmly as ever.

"I will massage your upper thighs. But for that, I need to lift your knees, and open your legs."

I was hypnotised by the subtle smile and obeyed.

She praised me once more, "Good girl."

She massaged my hips with her hands, then she oiled her fingers again.

I couldn't resist taking in a deep breath and arching my back towards her. I was aware of my condition and she smiled as we kept eye contact.

"Would your Miss Reynolds like me to massage your pussy?"

As if she was trying to find out how much I could take, her fingers lightly skimmed over my cunt.

It was torture. I shivered; unable to speak; my eyes rolling back. She quickly pressed her palm against my clit, making a small but firm circle.

I groaned and grabbed her wrist, but she didn’t stop.

Miss Reynolds, you're so anxious. I want you to relax. Would you like me to do this? Are you willing to let me fuck your?

My back arching, and my pussy quivering under her touch, I nodded several more times. I wanted her finger to touch me until it was too much, but she was already very close to my orgasm.

One of her arms glided toward my breasts, pinching and hardening them.

Oil softened her touch, and the pressure was perfect. I was so excited when she moved me towards one end of the table that I barely noticed.

Daisy placed my legs on her shoulders. I felt vulnerable and extremely aroused, so I murmured.

Her eyes were focused on mine, and I tried to not squirm when her lips touched mine. With a playful smile on my face, she lowered her head between mine and her legs.

She put her tongue between mine and hers. My thighs were held in place by her hands. Her thumbs rubbed my hips while her tongue moved my cunt up and down, tasting my arousal.

The vibration could be felt in my centre.

I threw my head back, screaming out loud, without caring if anyone listened. I was able to see her wink at me as she moved off in an instant.

"Please, please," I sobbed in fear that she would not stop.

But she didn't.

She moved her two fingers slowly inside my hand, as if she had every moment in the world.

She sucked lightly as her lips closed around my clit. As if she were still massaging me, her tongue pressed against my clit.

My climax was built up by the lazy circles made by my other hand. I took a deep inhale and felt her fingers curl inside of me. It made me moan uncontrollably.

The orgasm was burning in my stomach, blinding me to all the action and making me feel every stroke of her tongue on the clit. I shouted her name repeatedly when it arrived.

My orgasm was swallowed by her, which kept me on the edge longer. She was kind enough to obey my pleas for her to stop.

I found myself laughing more than ever in years. Daisy took off her shirt, and I stared at her tiny tits. I thought of so many ways to make Daisy cum.