Sarah purred as she climbed onto the massage table and slid between the sheets. The table warmer was on, and everything was smooth and toasty. That alone helped dial Sarah's tension back a notch, and she positioned herself on the table, adjusting the face cradle until her neck was comfortable. There was a scent of citrus and spice wafting to her nose, and Sarah smiled against the padding of the face cradle. Gwen must have rubbed a little aromatherapy lotion along the ridge of the face cradle cover. Sarah made a mental note to try that in the future. It reminded her of Gwen, and that vision of Gwen naked in the woods popped into her mind again. Beautiful, sprite-like with her blond pixie-cut, so forbidden. It was an intoxicating fantasy that made Sarah tingle between her legs. Her hand inched toward her groin, her fingers wiggling between her body and the sheets to play along her folds.
A knock at the door made her jump, her hand snapping back to her side in an instant. "Come in!" she called, cursing the crack in her voice and the pounding of her heart as Gwen quickly stepped into the room and turned the lights down.
"Nice and comfortable?" Gwen asked as she tidied up the sheets over Sarah's body. Sarah's answering grunt made Gwen laugh. "I know. Your back hurts, and you probably have a lot of tension in your neck and glutes, too. Anything else you'd like me to pay attention to?"
Sarah could name a few things at the moment, but none of them were appropriate, so she just mumbled into the face cradle. "Do whatever you like. I'm game."
-- from "Hands On" by K. Piet