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When I got downstairs the Beauty SPA was empty, so I eyed the door marked massage parlor and decided to give my body exactly what it needed a good long work over to get rid all of the kinks, and let them work out the rough spots. I didn't want Cory to get an idea of what a pretzel tied tensed out version of me was really like. I don't know what I was thinking, but they always say curiosity gets the cat, I heard the most curious sounds coming from the massage parlor door marked number two, and I actually found my self getting aroused. I was always to nosey for my own good, a couple was in there moaning and groaning, the massage must have been a honeymoon present or something they were really working those kinks out, I sort of wished Cory had joined me on the table next to me so we could get stimulated together, he would never believe me if I told him what I heard during my massage. He swears I exaggerate too much, the couple in that room had no inhibitions they just did what ever they liked. The woman was like, "Right there, and go lower, now higher and steady slow rounded circles, I thought to my self now that is a woman who knows how to instruct a man on how and where she likes it, I thought if only I had the nerve.
The work over from that massage they were getting had that couple making all sorts of noises and me getting all kinds of horny. I wondered if my massage were going to make me behave this way. I figured if it makes me feel that good, I will hold my composure no matter what. Well, alright, if I did have to moan I would certainly play it cooler than those two.
Finally a woman approached me with a smock on that read Morgott hotels to the upper far right, her hair was pulled tightly into a bun, and she wore a dainty little white dress underneath the smock. It appeared she had on white nurses shoes for comfort, I guess they spent most of their days standing servicing people on their feet, her scent entered long before she did, she smelled of massage oils. I owned a couple of massage oils so this is how I knew the scent, and I so desperately wanted to smell of them too I could not wait for it to begin, I was prepared to be relaxed. I put my face through the hole in the table that I was laying on, but every so often I would peek and see if I could catch a glimpse of the expression on the faces of the couple behind door number two as they exited. I couldn't wait to tell Cory so that he would be tempted to explore door number two with me. The masseuse began to knead my aches and pains away and my face slipped back into the perfect donut cut out for my face; I felt with every squeeze of her hands my troubles began to fade away. Finally I heard the creak of the door number two, it was about time I was beginning to get a crook in my neck from looking up every couple of seconds not wanting to miss the action, so I looked up after every little sound. Besides, being nosey makes it hard to get relaxed.
Apparently it was one of that masseuse woman who worked there at the hotel getting her freak on, when she came out retying her smock her face was flushed and she pointed a thumb up in the direction of my masseuse letting her know what ever she experienced was all of that, and then some. I felt her hand leave my lower back for a moment as she returned the thumbs up signal. She stood in my view for a few seconds or so to tie her hair in to what was once again a neatly groomed bun. Her hair had gotten disheveled and frazzled from whatever she was doing. I thought to myself as I put my face back down in the hole on the table, there is nothing wrong with that, if it were me and I were in her shoes, I would probably do the same thing. Have my man meet me for a little freaky early afternoon treat, especially on a slow day like today. When I heard the deep rumble of her suitor, I just had to see his face, somehow; although the rumble was familiar, I did not put a face to the voice that I was hearing. When I looked up, I could not believe what I was seeing; her man was in fact my Cory. I left off the table in one single bound trying to cover my breast with the small towel that was used for draping over my behind while being massaged. I was so angry at the situation; I did not realize that I was leaving the rest of me completely exposed.
"Cory, I need to see you upstairs now" yelled an infuriated Cheryl.
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