What She Needs - Lacey Alexander [126]
“I scheduled you a seaside massage, though,” he said. “Two o’clock.”
“Seaside?”
“Just outside the spa—under an awning—with a view of the ocean,” he explained. “It’s nice—you’ll like it.”
Now she lay on a massage table on her stomach, resting her chin on her hands to take in the scenery until the massage began. The bamboo awning sported four stone arches emerging from the soft lawn—and the only sound was the rolling tide in the distance. Brent was right—while the spa was luxurious and serene inside, for Jenna nothing beat the tranquility of being outdoors in a peaceful setting. She hadn’t spent much time thinking of the Hotel Erotique as peaceful, but her time sunbathing at the beach had indeed been that, the perfect contrast with all the wild sex. And today, it provided a nice sense of calm, offsetting the shocking new facts of Brent’s life that still swirled in her head.
“Hi, I’m Courtney.”
Jenna looked over her shoulder to see a tall, Norwegian-looking blonde in a white spa coat. “Oh, hi. No Rhoda today?”
“No Rhoda,” the girl said with a smile. “Her day off, so you’re stuck with me.”
Jenna returned the friendly smile. “Oh, that’s fine. I just assumed—since I had Rhoda a few days ago.”
“Well, I promise to take good care of you,” Courtney said. Then she reached for a bottle of massage oil on a teakwood cart. “You can rest your head in the headrest or enjoy the view, whichever you like. Just let me know if the pressure is good, or too hard, or if anything I do feels uncomfortable.”
Jenna nodded, then settled in for relaxation. She sighed in pleasure as Courtney massaged warm, fruit-scented oil into her shoulders, which had gotten a little sore lately—maybe from the times her arms had been bound. “Mmm, that’s nice,” Jenna told her.
“Good,” Courtney replied. “People often get more of a workout here than they expect, so a few massages during your stay can keep you limber and comfortable during recreation.” She said it as smoothly as if Jenna had come here to play tennis.
Courtney proceeded working her magic slowly down Jenna’s back, and eventually folded down the white sheet covering her to begin kneading her ass. Rhoda hadn’t done that. But it felt nice, so Jenna didn’t protest.
The massage progressed down her legs to her feet, and then back up—to her ass again. She bit her lip as she began to feel the response in her pussy and anal area. Was she supposed to be feeling it there?
Up to now, the massage had truly relaxed Jenna, and despite the new sensations, she remained mostly relaxed, so she decided to go with the flow—for now anyway.
As Courtney’s skilled hands worked, her fingers seeming to stretch closer and closer to Jenna’s cunt, she asked, “Does everything I’m doing feel good?”
Jenna didn’t lie. “Yes.”
“Do you want to turn over?”
Oh. Okay. Now Jenna got it. This was just like at the Grotto—another unannounced fantasy. Maybe it was a fantasy meant to relax as well as titillate her, or maybe Brent was stuck on convincing her she liked sex with girls as much as with guys. Either way, knowing he was somewhere watching, as he’d been at the Grotto, instantly increased her arousal, and her sense of adventure.
“Sure,” Jenna replied easily now that she understood the situation. As she carefully shifted to lie on her back, she found herself peeking around the area beyond the awning, wondering where Brent might be. She didn’t see him, but for all she knew, he was doing a better job of hiding this time, with binoculars—or maybe even watching through a secret video camera somewhere.
The move left her uncovered by the sheet, naked and exposed on the table. Courtney smiled easily down at her, the same as if this were a normal massage, and said, “Shall I take my coat off? I’m wearing pretty lingerie underneath.”
“All right,” Jenna said.
And Courtney smoothly pulled at the placket, undoing all the snaps at once, then let it fall to the ground behind her. She wore a lacy bra and thong in a pale shade of peach. Her body was predictably