The Touch of Bliss — A Sensual Reckoning (Muse of Shadow) Read Online Free

road or walking trail immediately beneath it, meant
that no one was in position to see in. However, I enjoyed the illicit thrill of
feeling naked and exposed all at once. This was a thing that I’d never felt
particularly into before. This was a feeling that came from the person I was
suddenly realizing I wanted to be.
    The person you want to be would take a complimentary massage.
The person you want to be wouldn’t worry about running into a casual fling in
the elevator on the way down.
    It was already 9:30 when I slipped into the shower after
breakfast. It was just past ten o’clock when I finished masturbating again in
the bed, this time thinking only about how wonderful it felt to be able to make
myself feel so good.
    Four times in two days. The person I wanted to be was apparently
some kind of sex maniac. I smiled at that thought as I headed downstairs.
     
    I didn’t run into last night’s mystery woman in the elevator, of
course. I also didn’t see her in the crowded spa as I passed through, though I
was doing my best to look only from the corner of my eye. I checked in at the
desk, where the smiling attendant directed me to suite three.
    I slipped inside, shutting the door behind me. I locked it as the
sign above the handle indicated, another door opposite from which I guessed the
masseuse would emerge. The murmur of voices outside was cut to wonderful
silence, the air heavy with the smell of citrus and lavender. The walls were
white and set with shelves bedecked with hanging plants and bowls of rose-petal
potpourri. I felt more relaxed than I had in weeks just by standing there. How
much better a massage would make me, I was eager to find out.
    I’d never really had a spa massage before. Just a couple of bouts
of therapeutic work for a pulled muscle in my back a few years ago. The only
thing that had in common with this was the long bench at the center of the room,
its padded leather covered with a tightly tucked soft flannel sheet.
    A sign on the wall welcomed me and gave a list of the various services
on offering. A note at the bottom indicated that I should Please undress to
whatever level you are comfortable with for your bodywork session. I felt
the illicit thrill that I realized I was getting far too used to as I slipped
out of my robe and hung it up. Wearing only panties, I laid face down on the
table.
    I heard the second door open and close just a minute later. Soft
footsteps approached me. “Good morning, Mrs. ___.”
    I recognized that voice.
    Just two words from the night before, Thank you… But I
knew her all the same.
    I lifted my head as if it were the most difficult thing I’d ever
done. I met her gaze as she circled around me. She was in a plain white
jumpsuit, a two-piece looking vaguely like medical scrubs. It was loose and
free fitting, while still managing to pack her ample bosom in tight and high.
Her raven-black hair was pulled back into a tightly curling French braid, her
dusky lips made even fuller with just a hint of dark red.
    I could only watch as she set a basket of towels and lotions,
oils and what looked like wooden rollers to one of the room’s many shelves. She
tapped a control there that I hadn’t noticed before, and unseen speakers were
suddenly playing a quiet recording of what must have been the world’s most beautifully
peaceful rainforest. Birdsong and faint breeze sounded out. The music of a
flute. The faint hiss of rain falling, water dripping from the leaves.
    I probably would have found it relaxing if I weren’t suddenly
more scared than I’d ever been in my life.
    She moved up behind me and I couldn’t twist to see her. I was too
shocked to say anything, not even Hello. I felt myself flushing with
self-consciousness, wondering how obvious that was now that I’d decided to
throw myself on all-but-naked display.
    What were you thinking? What was going on inside you? How do you
get out of this without looking a fool?
    “I have you scheduled for the full