Poolside Massage Fantasy
I lie face down on the massage table wearing just my g-string bikini. It’s late on a summer afternoon, and I can feel the heat of the day wane as the sun begins its descent towards the horizon.
My ears are keenly attuned to the sounds around me. I can hear the the breeze as it rustles the leaves in the trees behind the fence, and the sound of water rippling and lapping at the side of the pool next to me.
Then, the click of a lid being opened, the slight crackle of a bottle being squeezed, followed by the slicking sound of two hands being rubbed together.
I wait in anticipation as the patter of Mika’s bare-feet come to a stop in front of me…