A massage
From Create Your Own Story
You walk into the massage line and are led by an assistant to your room. You sit up on the table. A few minutes later, a tall man with broad shoulders and a nice face comes in.
"Okay," he says, "I will be your masseusse today. Is there anywhere in particular that hurts today?" You smile and shake your head. "Okay, please take that towel off and lay down on the table." You turn around and lay your towel on a chair. You lay down, being carfull to press your boobs under you so that they don't show out. You feel him lay down a small towel to cover your butt and blush because it was showing.
He puts his hands on your back and rubs hot oil all over you. Your shoulders feel his hands glide over you, loossening and relaxing your muscles. He moves his hands onto your back and you sigh. You feel totally relaxed, like a happy limp rag doll. He rubs your sides as well and you feel warm sensations in your vagina every time his hand runs over the side of one of your boobs. He takes your arm and rubs it slowly from the shoulder down to your fingertips. He does the same to the other one. Then he grabs your foot and massages up to your knee, then he slowly rubs your thigh. You fight the urge to squirm as he reaches the edge of the towel. He massages on the sides of your hips, pushing them up and down. He rolls his hands inward and rubs your glutes, his hand sticking just a little under the towel. He moves his hand up and massages your lower back and then he rises to your shoulders. His hands fly down to your other foot and he moves up your leg.
Then you feel his hand brush against your vagina. You jerk a little. He moves up and massages your neck. You feel warm and good all over.
"Is there anywhere you would like to go over again?" he asks.
You say:
Requirements: This is a story about a young girl written in second person.
