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Jasmine
Jasmine stirred from a deep peaceful, comfortable slumber. Everything felt soft, sensual and dreamy as she flitted between sleep and a semi awake state. The smooth silky sheets, her favourite soft pillow and the slow gentle finger strokes grazing along her back added to her blissful arousal. She sighed and almost drifted back into a snooze, when she noticed the feather-light touches on her back moving in large sensual circles, eventually sliding around her ribs, but not quite reaching her breasts. She held her breath as she felt soft delicate fingers caressed her skin. She shivered in anticipation and a small sigh slipped out as she started to wake up and become fully present to where she was and who was driving her wild with lust. The sensual touches spread further over her body sending tingles everywhere. Soft fingers slowly stroked her shoulders and ran up and down her toned arms, flowing gently down her spine and gliding over her thighs.
“Mmmmmmmm… morning…” she whispered, as a smooth arm wrapped around her waist from behind and gently squeezed and pulled their bodies closer together. She loved the warmth of the embrace, the tickle of hair on her shoulders as her body pressed back into softness, warmth and curves.
A little giggle startled her and she felt goosebumps appear on her neck and arms as the love of her life breathed quietly into her ear the words “so sorry, did I wake you?”
“Yes, but what a delicious way to wake up honey,” Jasmine replied dreamily as she wiggled her bottom a little closer so they connected and melded together at every point of their bodies.
“Happy birthday beautiful,” Imogen purred. “Are you looking forward to your birthday surprise?” she asked as she stroked Jasmine’s tummy in slow circles and before moving up to cup her breasts.
“I am so ready baby,” Jasmine gasped as her nipples hardened at the attention.
“I have a feeling you are going to adore it.” Imogen continued her gentle ministrations of Jasmine’s nipple.
“I am already adoring it,” Jasmine cooed as she arched her back and then snuggled into Imogen’s curves. “Can I guess what it is?” she said with her best pouty lip and puppy dog eyes.
“You will never guess,” winked Imogen cheekily
“I know what I want it to be, and it involves us not leaving this bed for the rest of the day.”
Imogen giggled again as Jasmine flipped over and planted kisses all the way down Imogen's face and neck. She pulled back and gazed into Imogen’s big blue sparkling eyes and started to lick and nuzzle into Imogen’s neck with a big inhale.
“Jasmine, not now, we have to get ready!”
“You started it baby,” she whispered as she kissed her way down her neck.
“Ohhh, as much as I would love to be lavished by you in bed all day,” Imogen moaned and sunk into the embrace. “...we have to get up and get going so you can have your actual surprise,” she reluctantly sighed.
Jasmine started sucking kisses into the softest part of Imogen's neck which usually drove her wild.
“Oh my god… Oh” Imogen moaned, “It is a bit of a drive.”
Jasmine rolled her tongue across Imogen's jaw and growled
“But you woke me up like a tease and now I want to play.”
“You will have to wait honey,” Imogen sighed again as she pulled away and sat up. “We can play once we are home, I promise,” she said with a wink.
“Just one proper kiss please,” Jasmine pouted.
Imogen leaned in and their lips connected in a warm soft embrace.
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Imogen eventually coaxed Jasmine out of bed and they drove out of town to a new luxury estate set in the vineyards of the Hunter Valley. The narrow country roads were lined with eucalypts and rows of green vines undulated over the hills.
They drove through the gates to the estate that looked like castle towers with stone parapets. Beautiful rose bushes lined the curved driveway and the tyres crunched on the gravel drive as they arrived at the large front doors of a faux chateau. The large building was decorated with high black walls topped with crosses and checked plate glass windows.
“Wow this place is beautiful,” Jasmine gasped. “What are we doing here?”
“Surprise!” squeaked Imogen, looking like she was going to burst, “I booked us a couples massage and we get to stay the whole day and night,” babbling with excitement “and they also have a special hydro lounge with a private outdoor mineral spa.”
“Oh wow, I see what you’re doing,” she blushed, “and how did you know that outdoor spas were my favourite?” She turned to place a hand on Imogen’s thigh.
Imogen leaned her head back against the head rest. “You might have mentioned it when we first met in the spa at your work all those years ago,” she bit her lip and gazed into Jasmine’s eyes.
“Thank you,” Jasmine leaned over and planted a kiss on her lips and briefly connected their foreheads.
They got their bags out of the car and walked through the large black doors, each one decorated with a pair of crossed silver swords and entered an elegant reception area with black and white checkerboard tiles, high ceilings and a circular candelabra hanging from the trusses.
The bubbly receptionist greeted them with
“You must be Imogen and Jasmine! Welcome to Vamped Resort.”
“Thank you, we are very excited to be here!” Imogen gushed.
The bubbly receptionist looked at Jasmine and said “I hear it is your birthday.”
Imogen leaned over the desk with a nod and a wink. “We have booked in for the couples package”
“Amazing choice! Becky and Saskia will be looking after you today.” She gestured past the desk and said “I will show you to the room so you can get ready.”
They were led down a dark corridor lined with medieval style candelabras that emphasised the castle vibe and they turned into a room with two large massage tables side by side. The room was softly lit and warm ruby red curtains draped the walls. Gentle rain water music floated from the speakers in the ceiling and large red and orange lava floor lamps created a relaxing glow. A diffuser in the corner emitted the sweet scent of lavender oil.
When the door closed, Jasmine pulled Imogen in by the waist and kissed her softly, letting the tip of her nose rest against Imogen’s and said, “Thank you for booking this for me, it is a beautiful surprise and this room is amazing.”
“I think you are going to really like it.” Imogen giggled and kissed her softly.
“Well I am never on the receiving end so this will be a real treat and I love that we get to experience this together.”
“Oh look Jasmine, they have nice robes for afterwards too!” Imogen said with a cute little wink.
“Hmmmm I can’t wait for the spa. I think you will look cute in one of these robes.”
“Did I mention the spa is private and we don't need to wear our cozzies?” Imogen said with a seductive smile.
“I can’t recall you saying that,” she pulled Imogen in tight and whispered in her ear “just you wait.”
“And how did you choose the massage therapist?“ Jasmine enquired nervously, and then cautiously asked “I hope you at least asked for someone good?”
“Don’t worry baby, I just asked for their best!” Imogen shrugged “I only want the best for you.”
Despite their best attempts to remove their clothes in a seductive strip tease, eventually they both got the giggles and ended up piling their clothes on the chair in the corner of the room and wrapping their towels around them.
Jasmine had to suppress a snort as Imogen turned and opened her towel and flashed her boobs giving them a slight jiggle in her direction before lying elegantly on the table face down with the towel not quite covering her white lacy g-string, the curves of her arse standing out in the red glow of the lamp. Jasmine stared, appreciating Imogen's soft feminine form, pale creamy skin, golden brown hair, disappointed that her spectacular breasts (that were more than a handful) were now pressed against the table.
Oh you are in so much trouble later honey…
Imogen placed her head in the table opening and sighed. “I am so looking forward to this, we deserve it and it is very hard to give yourself a proper massage.”
Jasmine piled her golden curls into a messy bun and eased herself onto the warm massage bed with the warm towel loosely covering her lower back and legs. Her head nestled into the comfortable opening and she took a deep breath and closed her eyes in anticipation.
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The music sounded like one of her favourite relaxing Deuter pieces and Jasmine nestled herself into the massage table as she heard the door softly open and close and footsteps approached her table. She heard gentle whispers near Imogen’s table as they were about to get started.
There is always a moment in time before a treatment of anticipation and waiting. Wondering what the therapist is doing to prepare themselves and wondering where she would feel the first touch. She kept her eyes closed and focussed on her other senses. What could she feel, what could she hear and what could she smell?
She was waiting for the familiar sounds of oils being mixed and bottles opening as a sign that her relaxation experience was about to begin. Instead of those familiar sounds, however, she felt the light touch of a feather being stroked down her toned back in delicate, gentle patterns, sending shivers down her spine and tingles down her legs to her toes.
This was so nice, and such a different way to start.
Eventually she felt a warm hand on her shoulder and then heard the familiar snick of the oil cap and the clink of bottles. She could hear the massage therapist rubbing her hands together to warm up the oil. Firm and confident hand movements rapidly spread the oil over her back and shoulders and Jasmine sighed. The hands started circling in a beautiful rhythmic pattern. The pressure was just how she liked it, not too hard and not too soft and deep enough to work through some of the tension that built in her shoulders from working. Imogen really had chosen their masseurs wisely. It was so nice to feel another touch.
This was soooo good.
Jasmine focussed on her breathing and just appreciated the skilled hands that worked their magic and she tried not to focus on or analyse the different techniques. The strokes went up and down her spine and skimmed the top of her buttocks where the towel was covering her underwear. She held her breath when the warm hands slid down the side of her breasts that were pressed out to the side under her weight.
The massage therapist moved to the top of the bed and pressed down on her shoulders. This was exactly where she needed release and she moaned in relief as she felt the tension melt out of her body. This was such a sensual and peaceful massage, none of the painful deep tissue techniques she despised. Jasmine slowly opened her eyes for a moment and focussed on the beautifully painted toes of the massage therapist. The therapist wasn’t wearing any shoes and Jasmine observed the toes pressing down into the carpet as the firm pressure and rhythmic strokes went around her shoulders and down the top of her spine.
Jasmine smiled to herself for noticing that the nail polish colour was the same as Imogen's favourite Ruby Rose. What are the odds? She wondered for a moment how Imogen was enjoying her massage and had not heard much activity from the other side of the room.
The Ruby Rose toes quietly disappeared and she felt the towel shift up to cover her back and the firm massage hands then started on her feet. The feeling of the massage up her calves was exquisite and provided much relief as the muscles were tight from spending so much time on her feet in her own treatment room. The thumbs worked their magic and slowly skirted over the back of her knees to her thighs. One leg at a time was kneaded and pressed and rubbed so tenderly. This built up to long flowing strokes rubbing up and down both her legs simultaneously. Sometimes the thumbs grazed her inner thigh causing her to gasp.
Suddenly she felt thumbs circling the top of her thigh just near her panty line. The masseur began to make long strokes up and down her thighs, sliding her thumbs back down between her thighs when she reached the top. Jasmine was surprised to find herself aroused by this unusual technique, to find something stirring in her, wanting more. She realised she wanted to be back in bed naked with Imogen to finish what she started this morning. She had been wet and horny all day and couldn't wait for their alone time in the spa.
The massage therapist gently finished the thigh massage and then touched her shoulder, and whispered in her ear “turn over for me baby.”
Jasmine froze as she recognised the voice, realising it was Imogen who has been massaging her the entire time. She turned over and looked over at the empty massage bed next to her and the discarded towel and then saw Imogen with heated eyes proudly standing there naked apart from her white lacy G-string. The discovery of finding out it had been Imogen’s clever hands touching her blew her mind and sent electric goosebumps all over her arms and then sent shockwaves to her clit.
“How … how did you manage this?” she said as she looked proudly at her wife.
“Ssshhh, I can explain later, let me finish my massage for you,” Imogen cooed “what do you want, baby?”
“I just need your hands back on me,” she begged.
“And where would you like me to put my hands on you?” Imogen breathed softly.
Jasmine moaned “everywhere” and pressed her head back onto the massage bed.
“As you wish,” Imogen giggled and reached for the bottle of massage oil.
In the soft light of the treatment room, Jasmine locked eyes with Imogen as she stood above her and made a show of warming the oil in her hands with a cheeky glint in her eye.
Imogen placed her hands on Jasmine's smooth toned tummy and started circling with light pressure. Around and around and sliding down the side to her waist and down to her hips. Over and over and over driving her wild.
Jasmine was in sensory heaven as Imogen's hands ghosted under her perky breasts. On the next upstroke, Imogen’s hands went over Jasmine’s breasts and she worked her fingers over Jasmine’s erect nipples and she groaned. Imogen's fingers focussed on stimulating the nipples and the cycle repeated again and Jasmine started writhing and bucking her hips under the gentle touch.
“More please,” she begged as her heart rate and breathing intensified.
Imogen's hands left Jasmine's breasts and circled back over her tummy before skirting down the outside of her hips onto the top of her thighs. All with languid smooth and fluid strokes.
Jasmine started to open her legs, but Imogen kept her thighs together by stroking the outside of Jasmine’s legs with some light pressure.
‘What are you doing to me?” she moaned, which was more of a whimper than an actual question.
Imogen massaged up and down the side of her thighs in long strokes and then straight up the top of her toned thighs and deeper between her thighs with each upward motion. Imogen's hands were so warm and slick with the oil and her speed and pressure was intensifying. Jasmine was breathing faster and faster, waiting for the ultimate touch. Imogen finally reached her prize and slowly grazed her hands over Jasmine's tidy triangle of golden brown public hair.
Jasmine cried out, “Please touch me honey, I am so wet for you, I have been wet for you all day.”
Imogen expertly stoked down to her wetness and slid one finger into her wet slit and worked it in and out “Oh my god, please,” Jasmine begged. “More, I want more.” Imogen added another finger moving in and out to stimulate her G-spot. Jasmine was falling apart, and panting with cute little noises.
Imogen’s left hand was back on Jasmine's breast stimulating her nipple and her right hand was lavishing attention on her wet pussy and then started slowly circling and massaging her clit. The pressure was such a tease and Jasmine moaned again, keeping her eyes closed as she bit down on her bottom lip. Imogen worked her massage magic and increased her pressure around and around. Jasmine hips were already trembling as Imogen massaged her clit faster and faster.
“So good for me baby, let go for me baby.”
“Don’t stop, please,” Jasmine continued to beg.
Imogen whispered in Jasmine's ear, “I’ve got you baby, I love you.”
Imogen leaned down over the massage table and started to kiss Jasmine so their tongues were dancing in and out as Jasmine reached her peak.
“Oh I am so close,” she groaned and bucked her hips up chasing her pleasure.”
Imogen’s magic massage fingers were still focussing on Jasmine's clit and she was so wet the massage made a delicious squishy sound. Imogen increased her speed and pressure and Jasmine started to tremble and moan and she fell apart with waves of heat radiating from her clit throughout her body all the way to her toes.
Jasmine's chest was heaving as she stared at Imogen and gasped, “oh my, that was a very good massage honey.”
“I learned from the master,” Imogen proudly beamed.
Jasmine was blissfully relaxed, cheeks flushed and asked “When did you learn to do massage?”
Imogen bit her bottom lip and gave Jasmine a guilty but sultry look. “Well, when I said I was going to my book club on Wednesday nights, I was actually secretly getting massage training and I have just been awarded my certificate!”
“You cheeky thing, but oh so brilliant. I am so proud of you.” Jasmine smiled, leaning in for a side hug.
“I wanted to tell you so badly and you would have been the perfect person to practice on, but I didn't want to spoil my surprise.”
“This is the best surprise and the best birthday ever,” Jasmine said, squeezing her tight. “Thank You for everything, before we go can I please have a little bit of a nipple?”
Imogen leaned over Jasmine’s mouth and fed her one of her nipples and allowed Jasmine to have a small taste before they had to leave for the spa.
