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"You smell like a bowling alley."

I grinned back at her. "I also smell like a woman came all over me last night."

"I know. You need a shower. And a massage." She crossed the room to the linen closet and brought out a soft fluffy white towel and full-length blue terrycloth bathrobe.

I took them. "Lead on, Cindy."

Pulling me up by my hand, she led me through her sleeping area into the bath, and closed the door behind me. I stripped off the clothes I'd been wearing the night before. I smelled of sweat, and spilled beer, and of Cindy's arousal from the night before. And my arousal. I adjusted the spray and entered the hot water, started washing. "What are you going to do, Charlotte?" kept running around in my head.


Feeling totally refreshed, I put on the robe. I considered donning my panties for a second, and decided that was ridiculous. As I came back into the main room, Cindy gave me a gigantic smile, and asked, "Massage? Or do you want to dry your hair first?"

"I couldn't find the hair dryer."

She laughed softly. "I have it here. I was hoping I would get to dry your hair first." She indicated the chair beside the massage table in the sunlit corner of the room. Turning it on, she started expertly drying and combing out my hair with her fingers. I sat there trying to calm my beating heart as she touched my hair and neck.

"I just love having my hair brushed." Sheepishly, I added, "That's how Jay seduced me for the first time." I looked up at her, sheepish. "Not that I'm trying to get you to seduce me."

She laughed raucously. "Yeah, right." Her kimono gaped just a bit, giving me a flash of nipple. She caught me looking and quickly covered up again. "You like that?" She laughed again.

"Shut up and kiss me."

That shut her up. She looked at me quizzically for a few seconds, then, "You sure?"

"No. But please kiss me anyway."

Gently putting down the hair dryer, she sat across my lap and looked into my eyes for a few heartbeats. Then she leaned in and just grazed my lips with hers, caressed my face, touched my lips with her tongue. I opened my mouth and we kissed. She kissed me slowly, thoroughly, as I had never been kissed before. We sat back a bit and just stared into each other's eyes as I tried to calm my pounding heart. Finally she looked away, and asked, "Now how about that massage?" I nodded.

She stood, pulled me up, and led me to the table. After a moment's hesitation, I shed my robe and laid face down, my face in the head support, smiling a bit to myself. She took a few seconds just to look at me in the sunlight streaming in through the window, and placed one hand on the small of my back while grabbing the oil from the warmer. Pouring it onto the middle of my back, she started with long strokes up toward my shoulders and neck. Involuntarily, a moan escaped my lips and my tension started to flow into her hands. My neck, arms and hands turned to softened butter. With goosebumps. Never taking both hands from me, she worked my feet, calves, thighs, and bottom. A trickle of oil dripped down between my legs, and she chased it with a finger, scooping it from my anus. I moaned again.

Before I knew it, she was urging me over onto my back. Once again, she started on my neck, arms and hands. She was warm, gentled and unhurried. Through my mostly-closed eyes I watched her as she worked. Somehow, without my noticing, she had slipped off the kimono, and was lightly glistening with sweat. I sighed as she gently massaged my chest, avoiding my breasts as she came down onto my belly. It was all I could do not to reach up and tug on her nipple as she leaned over my hand. I moaned appreciatively as she approached my mound, and separated my thighs just an inch as invitation.

She rubbed my pubes almost like she was shampooing my scalp.

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