The sports massage had been booked for the end of the week and Jane had been looking forward to an hour of total relaxation.
As 3pm approached on the day, she was hoping that it would be a masseur that greeted her. She'd always found men to be more effective at getting to the root of her aches, particularly her back.
She was therefore slightly disappointed when a petite Italian woman appeared to lead her into the treatment room.
Jane took little notice of the woman, but did clock that she was in her thirties and kept herself in good shape.
"I just hope she knows what she is doing," she thought as she peeled off her clothes.
She'd been asked to wear the plastic knickers provided but decided to leave her own black lacy ones on as they were much more comfortable.
Jane settled back under the towel, laying on her front just as the woman, whose name was Rosa, entered the room again.
The smell was intoxicating, orange and a sandalwood scent that filled the room and left Jane feeling slightly woozy, though in a good way.
Even if Rosa wasn't quite what she'd hoped for she was determined to free her mind from anything mundane for the next 60 minutes.
Rosa asked if there were any areas that needed particular attention. Her English was excellent and Jane felt reassured as soon as she felt her hands on her back that she was going to enjoy the experience.
For such a small woman her hands felt strong and powerful. She was gentle yet firm with her strokes and Jane found her own mind wandering to Richard, the man who had been the focus of her desires for quite some time.
His touch was similar, one of wanting to caress yet knowing exactly what buttons to press.
With her eyes closed Rosa's touch became Richard's and it felt good.
Jane had not been touched by a woman since her teenage years and this was nothing more than young experimentation.
She had no interest in women generally but started to remember the differences between the way a woman pleasured another woman to that of a man.
Rosa worked on Jane's upper back for several minutes, massaging her sun kissed shoulders and running her fingers up and down her sides.
Jane fleetingly questioned the benefit of some of the strokes but it was enjoyable enough.
She was imagining Richard pouring hot oil into her skin when Rosa uttered the words, "your body is hot."
Jane didn't know what this meant but decided the Italian meant the literal sense given the temperature in the room.
"I'll remove the towel," came the next remark.
It wasn't a question, Jane noticed, as she felt the woman's hands moving down her underwear also.
Jane didn't protest, feeling sure the masseuse was simply gaining access to her lower back for the purposes of the massage.
It was only when she felt Rosa's hands at the back of her thighs that she began to question how therapeutic this really was.
Rosa started just behind Jane's knee which caused her pulse to quicken, working up her ample thighs to the line under her bum.
With fluid motions she grazed the inside of Jane's thighs in much the same way Richard often used his tongue to trace a line up to her pussy and Jane couldn't help but wish this was what was happening now.
The problem was that she was now aware of her pussy, which she could feel was starting to swell.
Rosa ramped up the pace, working on both of Jane's upper thighs at the same time with hands wandering closer and closer to her bum.
When she parted Jane's thighs the younger woman knew that juice was escaping from her pussy lips and that Rosa would soon be able to feel it.
