A Massage Surprise Shelly lay face down on the towel, eyes closed, golden skin glistening with drops of sweat, her blonde hair, all but the few locks sticking to her neck and face, pulled up into a temporary bun. With her head pillowed on her forearms, she waited in the semi-darkened room. The only thing covering her body was a too-small towel draped across her bottom. First, there was the sound of a door opening and closing, then light footsteps, and finally a drawer opening and closing. Shelly gasped slightly as the first squirt of cool lotion hit her back. Soft hands began rubbing the ointment in, spreading it from the tops of her buttocks to her shoulders. When that was done, they began a much firmer kneading of all the muscles and joints visible. Still lying on that narrow table with her eyes closed, she occasionally whimpered when a particularly tight knot was found, and sighed when those same hands ran up and down across her narrow waist, stopping only when they reached the edge of the towel. Sooner than she wanted, the person behind her shifted down to begin working on her feet. Slowly and methodically, they worked their way up one leg, then the other, again stopping just at the edge of the towel. "Come on," said Shelly rather quietly, "you've got to do all of me." With that, she raised her hips and swung them from side to side, continuing until the towel slid off and landed on the floor. Her bare buttocks, white even in the subdued lighting, contrasted sharply with the light gold of the rest of her body. Hard and well-defined from years of running, her two half-moons invited touch and exploration. There was a long pause before those strong, feminine hands continued their work, beginning at the sides of her hips, then making their way higher and higher until both globes had been equally worked over. All the while, Shelly's knees were slowly moving apart, stopping only when they reached the limits of the table."Don't stop now," she moaned. "The insides of my thighs, right at the top, are really tight. Please give them the attention they need." Shelly arched her back slightly, raising her hips off the table, opening up everything to view. A slight hiss, coming from someone sucking air in through their teeth, was the only sound made as her pink, shaved lips and mound became fully visible for the first time. Tentatively at first, then with increasing confidence and pressure, strong fingers kneaded, pulled, and stroked the tendons and muscles on the backs and insides of her legs, from mid-thigh to crotch. The way Shelly wiggled and shifted made it impossible for those hands to not occasionally touch her most intimate places. "Quit teasing me!" Shelly spoke quietly but forcefully. "I've been looking forward to this all week!" The massage paused for a moment. Her wiggling didn't. "Please!" she groaned. Only then did a finger touch her labia. There was no hesitation on Shelly's part as she stroked herself on that digit, moving her hips up and down to do so. "More," she groaned. A second finger, then a third, was added, and they began their own stroking. The first one began working its way in between those well- lubricated lips. "Yessss. Oh, that feels so gooood. Mmmmh!" That delving probe found its target - a small, hard, fleshy knob. Shelly's movements changed slightly, shifting to keep that implement of delight in light contact with her engorged clit as the digit moved within the folds of her womanhood. Her breathing started getting faster and shallower, then stopped altogether for a few seconds. One of those manipulators had slipped up inside. "Ohhhhhhh, God," was her response, accompanied by a slight increase in the tempo of her hip movements. Each exhale was now accompanied by a slight whine. Fingers and hips were moving in synchrony, both working towards the same goal. Several had invaded her innermost being, while the first still maintained a feather-light touch on her most sensitive organ. Shelly gasped, then exhaled and gasped again. Her movements became rather uncoordinated and jerky for several seconds. Finally, she relaxed and lay flat, snapping her legs sharply together and trapping that hand, with those fingers still inside, between them. "Oh, that was nice, Carol. The best ever. Thank you." "You're welcome." Shelly's slitted eyes popped wide open as that stranger's voice, bubbly with youthful enthusiasm, continued behind her. "But my name's Jennifer. Carol's off sick today, so I'm filling in. She did say she had some unique customers, but I never really expected this on my first day ..."