Page 24 of Sainte
When I stepped inside, I felt as if I left Edinboro and was transported to paradise. The place is stunningly beautiful with tropical flowers everywhere. There are several couches and chairs scattered throughout with those big overstuffed fluffy pillows on them. The music streaming throughout the entire place is soothing and relaxing, and I’m already feeling myself unwind.
After following their instructions to change into the robe, I help myself to some green tea and sit. I’ve never had a massage and I’m feeling a bit anxious as to what to expect. When I booked the appointment, they asked if I wanted a male or female masseuse. I quickly said female, but somehow, the thought of a man I don’t know rubbing his hands all over my entire body seemed erotic. I wanted to change my mind but then chastised myself.This is not a sexual thing; it is to help you relax.I smirk as I think about it. I’m such a kinky bitch.
The robe they gave me is freaking awesome, soft terry cloth on the inside and almost a thin cotton on the outside, almost like a cotton bed sheet. I immediately want to steal it, but I don’t of course. I lock up my belongings and step outside the door and wait.
Within seconds she appears from a doorway on the right and says, “This way please.”
I follow as she takes me down another long hallway and into another room. This is the massage room. “Please take off your robe, lie on your belly, and cover up with this sheet,” she says and leaves the room.
I do as she says and then I wait. The entire place smells like lavender and eucalyptus. It is absolutely heavenly. My eyes are heavy, and as I’m about to fall asleep, I hear the door open. The person entering does not say a word but begins to her preparations.
I can’t see her but can hear the clanking of stones and bottles. Suddenly, I feel steam and smell the oils that will soon be on my body. She walks to the side of the table and pulls the sheet back as much as she can to where my entire body is exposed except for my ass. She then drips warm oil on my shoulders, down my back, and along the back of my legs. Oh my God, that feels fucking amazing. Every nerve ending in my body tingles in such a delicious way. I can’t help the moan that escapes me, and my only thought at this moment istouch me.
She then lays warm stones down my back and the backs of my legs. She lets them sit there a minute or so and then moves them around into the oil and rubs them all over my body. The hot sensations on my back feel magnificent as the heat penetrates my muscles. I have never been this so relaxed and aroused at the same time.
Several minutes go by, and she removes the stones. I find that at this point, I am craving for her hands to touch me. It’s the weirdest feeling. She’s a stranger, but I need to be touched.
She steps away from the table, and I hear her rustling with more bottles. She comes back, and her hands rest on my shoulders. She begins to massage, and as her hands work me, I realize thatsheis ahe. I specifically requested a female, but fuck his hands feel so good. I’m not complaining.
His hands push their way into every knot in my back and unlock a wash of release where tension existed. He continues to push into my shoulders and the small of my back. His fingers are like magic, and I can’t help but imagine what it would be like to have him in my bed.
He works his hands down from my shoulders, and when he gets to the small of my back, he positions his hands on both sides of my waist. He continues his way down with his fingers splayed across my back. I know for a fact he is beyond where he should go, but I want him to go there. I arch my back and respond to his touch, and he knows exactly what I want.Oh, fuck! This is so wrong, but oh my God so right.
I keep my eyes closed as I get lost in his touch. He works his hands along my ass and down my legs. I’m lost in his touch. He moves his hands up my legs and back to my ass. He grips my ass with both hands, his thumbs grazing my pussy. I let out another moan. He continues his massaging up and down my legs and then to my ass and pussy. His teasing leaves my clit throbbing and aching to be touched. I want to arch my back and push his fingers inside me. I want to beg him to fuck me.
When I get a moment of clarity, I realize something is not quite right. This guy is taking liberties he should not, especially for a place like this. I lie there and concentrate on his touch. As his hands glide in a familiar pattern along my body, I realize this isn’t a masseuse employed by the spa. This is Sainte. Somehow, he got in here. I don’t know how, but I’m sure he charmed the young girl at the front desk. Now, do I out him and stop this, or do I just relax and enjoy it?Enjoy it.
He takes a weighted blindfold and places it over my eyes, then turns my body. Now, I am lying on my back. The sheet has totally been discarded, and I really don’t care. It’s not like he hasn’t seen it before.
What if it isn’t Sainte?I suddenly get nervous. My body tenses, and he leans down and whispers in my ear, “Relax, baby, I got you.”
Relief washes over me. It’s Sainte.
He massages around my neck, my arms, and over to my breasts. He lets the oil drip across my nipples and moves it around across my chest. Every touch leaves me wanting as he pulls at my nipples and massages every inch of my breasts. I am so wet. I want to touch him, to feel him.
I reach for him but find nothing. He chuckles. Asshole. He knows he’s got me at his mercy right now, and there’s not a damn thing I can do about it. It feels too good to be angry with him. His hands feel so good on my skin, and I don’t want him to ever stop touching me.Did I just say that? No, Honey, this is Sainte. You don’t want him to ever touch you again.You hate him.Even though my subconscious is right, I can’t find the words to make him stop.
As his hands work their way down my body toward my core, he tantalizes and teases. I know my pussy is glistening from being so wet, and my nipples are hard from the stimulation. I’m so fucking turned on, and I want nothing more than for him to fuck me right here and now. But he just continues to tease, never touching where I need him. I’m like a dog in heat.
I raise my hips to meet his hands, but he never crosses that line. He spends a lot of time around my pelvic bone and my upper thighs. I’m about to combust when he slowly turns me over again.
He reaches up and takes the blindfold off, slaps my ass, and says, “Thanks for the show, Feisty Pants.”
By the time I get myself up, he’s gone.Fuck him!
After I’m dressed and reluctantly return my robe, I step outside. Sainte is sitting on his bike, waiting for me. He’s got a shopping bag in his hand with Tranquil Gardens printed on the outside. “Got you something.” He hands me the bag, starts up his bike, and leaves.
I look in the bag. Oh. My. God. That son of a bitch bought me one of their robes. There is a note written on a piece of paper inside the bag.Thought you would like this.Then at the bottom, written in smaller print, is:No detours. Straight back to the clubhouse or I’m gonna come looking for you.It’s not signed exactly, just a big S at the bottom.
As he asked, I get in my car with my new robe and head straight back to the clubhouse. I don’t have any money anyway to buy anything, and the whole blowjob scenario is fresh in my mind. I don’t want to go there again. I assure myself I have enough in my room to get me through the week. Then I begin to panic.What if Sainte found that too? What if I don’t?I shake my head and try to convince myself.No, no. No. You have enough, and you will be fine.Besides, unless you want to fuck Slash, you aren’t getting any more until Friday.
I focus and drive straight back to the clubhouse.
Chapter 9
Sainte
Holy fuck, this girl can wind me tighter than anyone I know. It took everything in me to not fuck her. Lord knows I wanted to, and she wanted me. That was perfectly clear. She is fucking amazing. I know halfway through the massage she knew it was me, but still, it was so hot. We need to do that again, and next time, my cock will be balls deep inside her.
