Masseuse Amaya, Part V(Iceman)

*Fucking pajamas, what should I do now? Deserves me right for being cheeky!*
Obviously she had send a signal with her butt squeeze, but that was totally unintentional and meant to be like the slap on the butt! Her face quickly turned red as she was overwhelmed by the sudden multitude of possibilities how this could go farther.

Apologize and unwrap the whole situation in a flash of shame to get it over with?
Possible, but that would probably not work very well with Ailinn.
Take her by her word?
Some days before, the girl had played on and with her like on a flute, and now she was here, ripe for the picking. Or not?
That was so confusing!

Then she had an idea in which she could save face, if only for herself.
”Say, would you be open for a massage that is totally relaxing and basically made for someone like you? If so, I would blindfold you now with a night mask and excuse myself for maybe two minutes afterward.”
She would ask, sill red faced and visibly upset. And also a tiny bit aroused.

Ailinn didn’t need to look at the masseuse’s face to know that she was now feeling appalled by her comment. The silence that took the room for some seconds was proof of it. The Gaelic kept lying there with her eyes closed. The relaxing massage had been so good that she felt like hot melting butter now, she wouldn’t be able to stand for some time since she felt so relaxed and rested.

Then Amaya managed to talk, and she did it in a calm tone for how flustered she looked before. The offer the masseuse made was a tempting offer, but Ailinn couldn’t rule out any possibility. No, she decided, this woman wouldn’t be the kind of woman to do that. The Irish replied without opening her eyes. “Well, I don’t really know what do you mean by that, but I have reached the conclussion that if I want you to trust my word I have to make an act of faith first. I trust you and your actions, Amaya. Go ahead, do your best.”, she finished with an eager smile on her face. Whatever this woman had in store for her, the greenette was getting into it.

When Amya had fetched the night mask and put it over the face of Ailinn, she was getting a little bit afraid of her own courage. But it was too late, and maybe this would turn out in a way that the Irish would find satisfactory and enable Amaya to still live on the next day with her sanity intact and the ability to still look into the mirror.

Slipping out of her robe, she would apply the same oil on her body that she had used on her customer and thread back into the room as silently as possible to heighten the surprise. She would swing a leg over the lap of the bigger girl and sit on her in a cowgirl position. Then she would draw the kanji for Nu on the flat left side of stomach of the Irish with her index finger while her second index finger would rest softly on the lips of Ailinn.

Everything became dark when Amaya used a nightmask to blind Ailinn. The Gaelic wasn’t crazy into blindfolds, but she had to admit they had their uses, and it looked like Amaya was a little bit scared or embarrased about what was going on so if making her blind like that would help the masseuse it was a welcome decission.

What was welcome indeed was what came next. Ailinn made a gasp of surprise when she felt Amaya sitting on her lap, the warmth of her body giving away the fact that the masseuse got rid of her robe, and was her skin always so soft and slippery? The next thing the Gaelic noticed was Amaya’s fingers trailing unknown symbols on her side. She had to admit, this woman knew what she was doing as Ailinn felt her body igniting. The greenette would pant in approval as she arched her back a little bit, stretching like a cat in a way that highlighted so eagerly how exposed and defenseless she was, almost inviting the smaller girl to enjoy a feast.

Changing her hands so that now the other hand would put the finger on the mouth of the Irish, she would paint the sign for ru on the right side of the inviting body. Then she would lean forward to the ear of the other girl, he own bust pressing against the arched but still clothed breasts of Ailinn which send a shiver through her own body too.

”It is called a Nuru massage. I painted both the sign for Nu and Ru on your stomach.”
She explained in a quivering whisper before she would take the blindfold away so that Ailinn could see what she was doing. And what she was doing was to slip away the towel around the bust of Ailinn and mush their breasts together in a way that her breasts would sit at the upper beginning of their counterparts, moving slowly down for the start of the Nuru massage.

Ailinn’s body shivered when the masseuse changed hands to do another symbol. Not knowing what was in store for her had the Gaelic burning in anticipation. Amaya clearly knew her trade and how to set something up based on how she was making the greenette’s expectations ramp up.

Then her eyes burnt for some instant as her vision had to adapt to the luminosity of the room again, but the sight of Amaya riding her was solemn. The woman looked a little bit appalled but also determined. Ailinn decided that she would make no movements, she would just lie there and let her partner do her bidding. The Gaelic nodded in approval when the towel covering her breasts finally was tossed apart. She knew nothing about that massage technique but when Amaya leaned in and both women’s chests mashed together the greenette closed her eyes for some seconds as she let our a long-drawn sigh of expectancy. Her nipples would quickly become stiff in the embrace, Ailinn so curious and eager to see how far this massage would take both of them.

Some people would say that this massage technique was merely a way to rub bodies together, but these people had no idea how sensual it could be instead of just arousing. If things did turn out more lively, she had a special mat that allowed for more space for herself to maneuver Ailinn and herself even more.

But for now, she would lead her own fingers down the arms of the Irish who was still pretty docile, giving her statement more credit that she was not a sex carved maniac all the time . And so also though she definitely had not planned anything like that to happen, she could follow the course without feeling traitorous to her own motives.

One of her hands would softly slide between the legs of the other girl, then the second leg would follow suit but grind only a little bit against Ailinns bottom to widen her legs a little bit further. There was still the towel, so she would finally slide down at the greenette like a snake, taking the towel on over the sex with her hands with her when her own feet reached the floor.

Ailinn would remain still, letting Amaya do her trade. The Gaelic didn’t know a lot about this strange massage technique, but she could say that her masseuse was good, really good. There was much more into what was going on than sexual stimulation. Everything had an atmosphere of excitement and eagerness. It was much more than them rubbing bodies, it was about how they did that, how Amaya used contact to make her feel good and also make her actually want more.

And there was also a point in which the greenette felt so out of control that it touched her hidden, more submissive side. Not knowing what Amaya had planned or when this would stop and the regular massage would resume was something that threatened with eating her from inside. She wanted the masseuse to ply her trade at her own pace, so the Gaelic wouldn’t try to interfere in her work. She remained with her closed eyes, but she couldn’t hice her excitement as she bit her lips, her right hand clenching in a fist and panting intermittently.

When she has slid on the floor and only her breasts were left lying on the womanhood of Ailinn, a quick glance showed the former maiko how her massage was affecting her customer. Smiling lightly for a work well done, she would let her hands slowly glide down on the legs of the Irish before she would reach the ankles and move further to the toes, squeezing them shortly before going back to the ankles and lift the legs of the other girl in the air so that she could sit with her on the bench.

Gently guiding the glittering legs of Ailinn so that the would rest on her own shoulders, she would move her feet with an anticipating smile to the breasts of the massaged European, massaging the stiff nipples between her toes.

While having her eyes closed it was hard for Ailinn to know what Amaya was doing, and discovering that first hand was being something to remember. The Gaelic shuddered in pleasure when she felt Amaya’s breasts brushing against her womanhood. She was discovering how pleasant that kind of massage could be, but apparently that was only the beginning as the greenette felt her counterpart massaging her nipples with… was that her toes?

Amaya had to be in an odd position that made use of all of her flexibility. The feat could not be easy for her as she was stimulating both fronts at the same time. Without being able to repress some excited soft moans Ailinn would shiver in pleasure and expectation, her nipples completely stiff now because of the sexy contact. The time for foreplay was over and Ailinn was so eager for her masseuse to get into business. She was getting into it, being helpless and only able to reach as much pleasure as Amaya wanted her to. “Uuuuugh… go oonn...”, she moaned.