Free An Escape Abroad by Morgan Lehay Page A

first man to tend to me in a long time. I had to make sure this haze of champagne didn’t cause me to do anything stupid, this place was classy, well known and not somewhere I wanted to get banned from.
     
    “ Please Miss White.” The Adonis pointed towards a thin curtain with a robe on a hook over in the corner of a room. I walked on over, carefully as to not trip over my own clumsy footwork and entered the tiny changing room. It took me a good five minutes to undress myself completely and throw on the silky robe which caressed my skin almost as good as any man could. Finally ready for my sensual massage I revealed my now furry coated self to Eric who’s smile ran across his face as the curtain was drawn open.
     
    “ Please, lie down on your back here.” The table was all set up, music or sounds or something of waves and what not played as I became face flat, robe open in front of a man who was making my body ache for pleasure. Surely he felt like he could go that extra mile to satisfy the customer today?
     
    I couldn’t help but admire his strong body. He looked so toned through that white shirt. I could see every part of his body as if the fabric wasn’t separating us. He was a tease. I guess the reason you pay for a five star was for the men that serve your needs. I wanted him to serve mine in a way he wasn’t legally allowed to. I wanted him to be that man who gave me the best time of my life. I wasn’t afraid to ask for it but I had to wait for the right time.
     
    He rubbed his hands together at my legs. Lubricating them with some oils that filled the room with the smell of lavender and sex, just another tease that this resort was throwing at me. Everything in this room cried passion and soon I wanted to be the one crying passion. I wanted to fill the air with my screams of joy as this man pleasured me. I wanted him to use those firm hands and travel too far up my leg.
     
    I felt his warm, firm hands begin to rub up my right leg. It sent an electric pulse of lust through my bones and up my spine, to my brain, through my heart and back down to my inner thighs. I had to bite onto the soft leather of the table to stop myself from moaning.
     
    It kept creeping up, his hand didn’t appear to stop as it slowly caressed my skin. For a moment I thought just maybe, maybe this was going to be more than I expected. Maybe it was going to be exactly what I wanted but then
    just as his hand was about to go one step too far he switched legs and began the teasing all over again. This was torture. What was I thinking getting myself a massage without at least giving myself something to make me last the day without dampening a masseuses table. I couldn’t help myself, between the champagne and the touch of Eric I was losing myself to ecstasy.
     
    “ Now flip.” Once again his hands never reached the spot in which I yearned for him to touch. I slowly turned my body and now faced the plane white ceiling above me. Glaring into the dimmed lights, dimmed to the lowest light possible much like my sex life.
     
    I couldn’t take the teasing much longer. I could feel myself getting worked up. Feel my body begin to ache and beg for his touch to go one step further. All I wanted was more from him, more of that sensual passion, more than just a woman in a robe. I wanted the fabric between us ripped from my body and flung to the side. I wanted his hands all over me. I wanted all of him all over me. I just wanted this one moment of losing control, was that too much to ask for a woman who’s job had taken over her life? I didn’t think it was and hopefully Eric wouldn’t think so either. I guess I’d find out soon enough.
     
    He began at my feet. Rubbing, caressing, making his way to the ankles. I closed my eyes as those manly hands stroked and soothed the pain of a hard day’s work. He rubbed the stress of a doctor right out of me and left a vulnerable and eager woman on a table waiting for him to please her.
     
    Slowly