Cinnamon Latte: Adult Erotic Short Story

by Sasha McLean

  I knew what it was before I pulled the ties and looked inside. About six inches of rubbery cream colored dildo was cradled inside. I just shook my head and passed it back. “Well I won’t be making it a habit.”

  “Suit yourself, there’s about six or seven of us I know of that use those bathrooms, no one would ever say anything.”

  “Not the point Rene!” I was a little shocked but then, after what I had just done I guess I couldn’t say much. “Anyway……. Okay I’m going to send off a few emails and get my shit packed up… am I really doing this?”

  “Yes” she replied putting her bag back in her purse. I’ll go through your calendar but there isn’t much other than the pre-screening and whatever there is can be done by phone.”

  Chapter 6:

  The rest of the day I spent on myself as I decided to take advantage of the free time I was given. Oh I hadn’t planned to! As I drove home I was thinking of the work I had ahead of me and where to start and whether or not I should work through dinner as I normally did. That led me to a realization I had little to nothing in my fridge, and was tired of take-out considering that was my meal most days, so I took a detour to the market on the way home.

  As I pulled in I saw the new massage place I had noticed opening up a month or so ago, and they still had their intro offer sign in the window. ‘What the hell’ I thought. Not that I needed the discount, but it helped. When I walked in I was greeted by a pleasant little twenty-something who had skin like porcelain… attractive in a creepy sort of way. If nothing else she was an amazing sales woman. I had agreed to a package deal rather than the massage I was inquiring about, and would be getting a facial, mani-pedi, exfoliating body rub and then my massage. They were working on building their clientele and had would give it to me for the price of a regular massage. That’s reasonable I thought, and decided I would forego work for the day and settled in for a few hours of pampering.

  Sarah brought me a chai-latte and led me to a changing room. She suggested I lose the underwear if I was comfortable to as I’d feel more free having my treatments. Again I went with my new for today motto of ‘what the hell’ and did as she suggested. They had a big fluffy white robe and fuzzy slippers for me to wear. Both were warmed somehow and I felt like I was being wrapped in a big hug as I as I shuffled back out to see where I should go.

  Sarah met me again and led me to a comfy armchair where two young ladies dressed in white were waiting for me. They first helped me decide what I wanted on my nails then eased me back and went to work. Jessie and Suzanne chatted briefly at first as they both started working on my feet and hands but quickly realized I was more interested in relaxing. Jessie, or Suzanne… can’t remember who was who… gave me a great foot rub first, including my ankles and calves, before working on my toes and nails. The other massaged my palms and fingers, and then started on my nails there. I quickly lost track of time, letting my latte go cold as my mind drifted on what I could do with the rest of my day, which included thoughts of Michael’s cock still on my phone.

  After the girls finished I was led by Rebecca to another room with soft relaxing mood music piped in from some hidden speaker somewhere where I was laid back on what seemed like a massage table without the head rest. She prepped me and talked to me about what she would be doing for my facial, explaining the products and their benefits. I showed a little interest but realized she was selling the products as much as describing them as she described what could be done at home so only half listened to her spiel. As Rebecca worked on my face she also explained she would be doing my body scrub as well, and what I should expect. She mentioned it was a full body scrub if I was okay with that, but wouldn’t work on any area I wasn’t comfortable with.

  “What the hell Rebecca, it’s a ‘me day’ today, something I don’t do very often. Let’s go for the full treatment.”

  Rebecca seemed happy with my decision and explained she would be leaving me in the same position on my back to start, and then turn me over to finish. There was a shower in an attached room and she explained I was to rinse off the treatment completely and dry before returning to the same table for my massage.

  I had never had a body scrub before and was amazed at how wonderful it felt. I was expecting some kind of gritty, sandy cream of something making my skin raw as it exfoliated, but boy was I wrong. The beautifully fragrant flowery lotion was only lightly rough on my body as Rebecca gently smeared it over my body as she started at my feet and worked her way up. She explained it contained finely ground oatmeal and was meant to gently exfoliate. I was surprised how comfortable I was in my nakedness as she moved up over my inner thighs and hips smearing the warm cream and then gently working it into my skin. She did avoid applying it to my vagina as I had expected, but was at times so very close I expected to feel her fingers brush my lips.

  Comfort changed a little to slight arousal which I was embarrassed as hell about as Rebecca moved to my chest and breasts. I felt my nipples perk up and knew my face and neck were flushed as she rubbed the lotion over and around them. She couldn’t see my face of course, and if she noticed anything at all she didn’t let on. After completing both arms she asked that I roll over onto my stomach and helped me settle into place. I thought the oatmeal scrub might be somewhat uncomfortable to lie on, but the sheet covering the table was so soft I didn’t even notice.

  She again started at my feet and worked her way up my inner thighs, and then over my butt. My cheeks are a very sensitive part of my body when I get horny. I loved having my ass grabbed and squeezed when having sex. I loved having a man grab and pull me into him as he thrust like he’s trying to get as deep inside me as he can, and when I was close to orgasm it became super sensitive and just touching it drove me wild. Her hands on my ass weren’t making me super horny, but it was bringing me back to being flushed and I was starting to enjoy the feeling. At one point I was a little surprised as Rebecca slid her fingers up and down the crack of my ass, smearing her cream all over and it sent a little tingle through my body and straight to my pussy. I felt an urge to move my ass up into her hands but didn’t of course, and released a breath I didn’t realize I was holding and forced myself to relax. Soon she was up over my back and then finished and my small wave of tingling passed which I was happy for.

  Rebecca went to wash her hands and start the shower while I relaxed. As I had been told, the shower was nice and warm and a new robe and big think towel were waiting for me. While I cleaned off she told me they would prep the massage table for the final part of my treatment so I should take my time and make sure I got all the cream and oatmeal scrub off. I waited for her to leave the room before slowly sitting up. I sat on the edge of the table for a few minutes feeling the tingling had now spread over my entire body. The flowery scent I had thought I could smell earlier I now realized must have been mint or something similar as it now filled my nostrils. It was also the cause of the new sensation I was feeling all over. The body scrub left my skin with a slight reddish tinge and now the mint was producing a cooling feeling that was giving me goosebumps.

  I slid from the table and walked into the steam filled shower room closing the door behind me. The room was tiled on all four walls with a creamy light pinkish colour and had a sink just inside the door with a small rack with towels next to it and my new robe. The shower itself was one of those large rain water types coming down from the ceiling and was about four feet by four feet with a drain in the floor… huge! The water was the perfect temperature and I stood there a few minutes listening to the soft music surround me as the scrub and now dry face mask dissolved and ran into the drain. I know Rebecca had said take my time, and the warm water felt so great on my skin, but I didn’t want to be rude and leave the massage lady waiting. I ran my hands over my body to help remove the scrub, but quickly realized it was taking a little too much effort as it must have had an oil base and seemed to be clinging to me.

  Looking around I saw a cloth rolled up on a small corner shelf with some body wash and s
hampoo, so took it and held it under the water. I didn’t add soap as I figured I would have the opportunity to shower again after my massage, but used the plain cloth to remove as much of the body scrub as I could. I spent a little extra time on my breasts and enjoyed the feel of the soft material as I slid it over my nipples. I could still feel the slippery cream between my ass cheeks as I moved around so I bent over slightly and let the water run down my crack and used the cloth in there to make sure I wasn’t leaving any bits of oatmeal hanging around where I didn’t want them.

  Putting the used cloth back on the little shelf, I went back under the water and used my hand on and around my vagina to make sure there wasn’t any cream there. Of course there hadn’t been. I knew this because once I rubbed my fingers across my lips a few times I could feel a slight tingling from the mint extract or whatever it was, spread through my pussy. Although when I realized just what I had done I stopped, cupping my pussy with my hand, cringing and waiting for the sting I knew was coming. It felt pretty good actually, and no stinging came. Being brave I rubbed my fingers around a little more and let one push slightly inside as I slid it up… then waiting. Nothing but a little more tingling, and it was beginning to feel really good. I slid a finger inside and moved it around as I started to get myself aroused. Then my eyes which I hadn’t realized were closed sprang open as a knock came on the door and I remembered where the hell I was. “Yeah?”

  “Kevin will be with you in a few minutes, are you nearly ready?”

  “Yeah…” Kevin!!! A guy… I hadn’t thought of or expected that the massage lady would be a guy!!! “Just about ready…”

  “Okay, the table’s prepped. Just crawl under the blanket and lie on your stomach when you get dried off.”

  “Okay…” I was going to ask if it had to be a guy giving the massage but was too embarrassed. All thoughts of rubbing myself were completely gone now and I turned off the shower and grabbed one of the soft oversized towels.

  I’m not sure what it was made of but it seemed to suck the water off my body as I dried myself. I put the robe back on and peeked out the door. No one. The room was dimly lit now and I could smell some kind of vanilla scented something. No candles in sight but that’s what it reminded me of. I hung my robe on a hook on the wall and quickly scampered onto the table and under the blanket, pulling it up around my neck as I lay with my face in the little head stirrup. A few seconds after a gentle knock came on the door. “Ready…” I called out, lifting my head then quickly burying it again.

  I heard the door open and close and a soft male voice “Hi I’m Kevin, I’ll be treating you to your massage today. Have you had a massage before?”

  “I have yes a few times.”

  “Okay great.” I could hear him walk around to the small table by my feet and place something on it. His voice sounded soft as I said, and I told myself Kevin was probably gay which for some reason made me feel more comfortable. I guess the thought of have a strange man rubbing and touching me as I lay completely exposed to him was a little unnerving, but not so much if I thought he wouldn’t be looking at me and comparing me to a girlfriend or wife for some reason. Not that I would expect any professional would look at a client as anything other than a client, but it just seemed better.

  Kevin noticed how nervous I was telling me to relax and ‘melt into the table’ as he started rubbing oil over my back. He had folded my blanket down to the top of my buttocks leaving only my top half exposed. Relaxing was easier said than done at first, but he soon had me melting as he kneaded and worked the oil into seldom used muscles in my back neck and shoulders. I believe a considerable amount of time was spent on my shoulders as Kevin mumbled something about tension and knots, but he had me to a point where I was dozing in and out of awareness and practically falling asleep and I lost track of time. I came out of my daze when he folded the blanket back up over my back, pressing his hands on me as he walked them back down to pull the bottom half up. He folded it just above the crease where my ass and thighs meet, making me very aware my pussy would be exposed to his view as my legs were parted slightly.

  I didn’t move, even though I felt like I should squeeze my legs tight as he took another couple squirts from his bottle of oil and smeared it up one leg and down the other before starting to work it into my skin. He spent some time on my calves and thighs on each leg, one at a time, before moving to my backside. Kevin worked on one cheek at a time and made me realize just how neglected the buttocks were. There were more muscles in there than I thought, and wow, did he work them! It didn’t seem sexual to me as I thought it might though. And although I know I tensed up when he started there, by the time he finished I was relaxed and wishing he would spend more time on them.

  He had me roll over then and I gladly did so, taking a peek while my head was up to see what this soft spoken man with the magic hands looked like. Of course I had tons of visions running through my head with my face buried, none of which even came close. Kevin was a skinny older man, with a slight build. Balding with a fringe of hair like Friar Tuck only just stubble, two small hoop earrings and a nose ring. His forearms had thickly corded muscle, both covered in tattoos that went up under the sleeves of his tight white T-shirt. The glimpse I got also showed me a face that you wouldn’t say was unattractive, or attractive really, but kinda’ in the middle, kinda’ plain actually. Yes plain would be the best word, not someone you would really notice walking down the street, except for maybe the piercings and tattoos.

  Kevin started this time on my legs, keeping my neatly shaved mound covered with the folded blanket, spending the majority of his time on my thighs. When he covered me and moved to the top he came around by my head and surprised me with folding the blanket down to my stomach and exposing my chest. Surprising because he had taken the time to leave me covered down below. By now I didn’t care and was feeling too good anyway to worry.

  He massaged my upper chest to the tops of my breasts. Not moving his hands down onto the fleshy parts but working the muscles underneath them and up to my shoulders. He spent the remainder of his time on the sides and back of my neck, cradling it in his hands as he stood behind me and rolling it back and forth with his fingers. At the end he finished by giving me a scalp massage as he explained I could help myself again to using the shower and get some of the oil off my skin. After he left and I lay there glowing. I felt like I had just woke up from a long afternoon nap. I decided I quickly rinse off here and wait and fill the tub when I got home. A long soak and enjoy a glass of wine after dinner. Speaking of which I still had to run to the market and pick something up, but now I totally did not feel like cooking!

  Chapter 7:

  I had just finished off some creamy alfredo linguine I found in the pre-made meal section at the market, and poured a second glass of shiraz while I walked in and started my tub. I drizzled some scented bath salts and grabbed a couple big fluffy towels from the linen closet. I felt like I had an oily film from my impromptu spa day as I walked back to the kitchen to grab my phone in the nude, dropping my clothes in the laundry as I went. I caught a glimpse of my neighbor in her backyard as I went by the kitchen window and stopped in my track thinking she could see me. I realized she couldn’t as it was still daylight and the shears on the windows didn’t allow you to see in, only at night and when there were lights on. Standing there for a minute I was hoping her handsome husband would show himself. I pretended I’d flash him a boob and he’d come running to me, leaving his perfect wife and her perfect figure crying outside as he’d whisk me off to the bedroom…. But then they hardly noticed me the four months they’d lived there so boob or not, that fantasy was highly unlikely.

  The bath felt amazing, a little hot but still amazing despite the tingling from the heat. I lounged for a long while not moving, eyes closed, sipping my wine and enjoying its sharpness on my tongue. I was running through the last couple days events with Michael and wondering what would be next if anything. Just the possibility of something had me excited to hear f
rom him, of course I didn’t have to wait for him now did I?

  As I sat there eying my phone on the ledge beside the tub, wondering how I might start the conversation, I could hear Rene telling me to flirt a little. Rather than a clever come on line it came to me to do something better… I dried my hand off on the towel and grabbed my phone. Crossing my legs at the ankles as I propped them on the side of the tub I took a pic from the water up. You could see me from mid-thigh, and a watery shape underneath, but with the ripples and bubbles it was all to the imagination. I sent it the quickly followed up with “Wish you were here…” and waited.

  Ten minutes later I still sat waiting in my cooling tub, losing my excitement as the anticipation of another erotic conversation dwindled. Pouting I took a cloth and washed off as much of the oily residue as I could before pulling the plug and getting out. I towelled off and slipped into my robe, not feeling so much like an exhibitionist any more, before heading to pour more wine. I took the bottled with me and sat them on my nightstand before retrieving my briefcase and laptop. No hot conversation so I figured I might as well be productive since I wasted my afternoon on myself.