The Freedom Ch. 04

Chapter 4: Spa Suspense

We entered the resort's spa. Dim white lights filled the space. Herbal scent greeted us. Soft traditional music was soulful to the ambience.

A receptionist guided us, "Ladies' section is this way, please," she said. We reached a booking desk, "We have two adjacent rooms now. They're soundproof and gadget-free. You can leave your mobile phones with us. Please enjoy the massage without any disturbance, ma'am."

Leena and I raised our brows but felt okay to surrender our phones.

I hissed on her ears, "Hope it is worthy. BTW do not bail out, if you need to show some skin. It's all part and parcel of massaging, old-schooler."

She grinned, eyes sparkling.

"And you don't get too wild, rebel," she teased.

We headed into out respective rooms. My door closed with a soft thud.

A petite Thai beauty did that for me. She smelled fresh, looked elite with dark hair in a sleek bun.

"I'm Isara, Ma'am," she smiled to welcome me. Her lilting accent was cute. There was a plush massage bed, silicone-lined and gleaming under soft light. "Please remove your dress and wear this massage robe, Ma'am. You can keep your bra and panties, if you wish to."

I preferred not to bare all like a shameless, in front of a new girl. I nodded and stepped behind a bamboo screen. I wore a sheer lavender crop top paired with free-size track pants. I slipped them off and kept my pink bra and panties. I tied the soft robe around me. I returned and lay on my back as Isara instructed.

"First your face, Ma'am," she said in a soothing tone. She poured cool herbal oil onto her palms and massaged my forehead, temples, and cheeks. Her fingers glided in slow circles. Then she moved to my hands, kneading my palms and stretching each finger.

"Please relax, Ma'am," she murmured, untying the robe's knots. She parted the fabric and slid it off. I was in my bra and panties. She placed a soft towel over my pubic area, as a sign of modesty. Its edges barely covered my hips. She let her fingers show her proficiency on my shoulders and collarbone, avoiding the bra, then worked down my arms and sides. The oil's herbal scent filled the air.

"You're so gentle, Isara," I said, feeling at ease. "By the way, what does it mean? Where're you from?"

"I'm from Thailand, Ma'am," she began, her hands pausing briefly. "Isara means freedom. But I hardly enjoyed it. My parents had sold me to a gang due to poverty. My good time, an NGO rescued me. They have trained me in massage and aroma therapy. Before coming to India I had worked in spas across Singapore, and Sri Lanka. My teens were a struggle, but I'm doing better now. Miles to go, Ma'am," She glossed over the shadows in her story. I didn't pry further, moved by her resilience. Her fingers resumed, easing the muscles on my upper chest with care.

Don't know, from the beginning I felt comfortable with her. Maybe because I liked her openness. "You're a strong girl, Isara," I said softly, holding her palm.

She smiled, "Thank you, Ma'am. Now, shall I please remove your bra? I need to apply a herbal sheet on your breasts."

She handed me a thin, translucent sheet, large enough to drape over my chest. I sat up, unclasped my bra, and set it aside. Lying back, I placed the sheet over my breasts. She helped me placing it correctly and sprayed some other herbal oil onto the sheet. The liquid soaked through, turning it transparent and sticky, clinging to my curves. My dark brown nipples became visible clearly, under the golden light.

"This keeps your breasts supple and soft, Ma'am. You will feel the difference after the massage," she continued explaining, "The herbs improve blood flow and relax the muscles. Let it sit for ten more minutes." A cooling sensation spread across my chest; the oil's mint or eucalyptus started its soothing and stimulating.

She let my boobs rest, allowing the herbs' effect to happen. The cooling tingle intensified, my breasts feeling light and alive. Isara returned, pouring warm gingely oil infused with some herbs in my deep navel and it brimmed.

"This will release your body heat ma'am," Her thumbs circled the dip, pressing gently. My belly quivered, a soft moan escaping. She kneaded my waist and lower abdomen. Her hands glided over the flesh above my hips.

"May I remove your panties, Ma'am?" she asked in a gentle manner, "I will cover you with this towel."

I nodded. She slid my panties down my thighs and I cooperated by lifting my hips. She adjusted the towel to barely cover my pubic area. I was nude then, except for the towel and the transparent herbal sheet on my breasts. Isara poured oil over my feet, massaging each toe with a soothing knuckling movement. Her thumbs pressed into my arches, sending tingles through my legs. Then she moved to my calves and squeezed them with her palms and slowly let her thumbs knead my thighs. Her hands grazed my inner thighs, and her fingers worked on my outer thighs. She stopped just where the towel ended. My thighs were hairy, which added more sensation.

She shifted to my lower abdomen, and her fingers traced the curve below my navel. My dense pubic hair peeked from under the towel's edge; dark, curly and coarse. The towel clung like a ribbon over my pussy.

Isara paused for a moment, "The sheet on your breasts is ready, Ma'am."

Isara cupped the sheet over my breasts. It crumbled into a fine herbal paste, mixed with the oil. She applied the paste around my nipples in slow, circular motions. My nipples stiffened to her sensual moves. This feels too good, I thought.

"Let it sit for five minutes, Ma'am," she said. My breasts bloomed with pleasure, my body aroused. As if intoxicated by herbal wine, my pussy pulsed a few time, a quiet throb.

"This massage is very relaxing, Isara. You are a pro!" I appreciated.

"Thank you, Ma'am. We are just half way through", she smiled and continued, "I am going to massage your back ma'am, to keep the paste from sticking to the table, please lean on your elbows and arch your back up on your knees," Isara said, her voice soft yet guiding.

I turned around and leaned into a doggy pose, my elbows supporting my weight. My knees pressed into the bed, and back arched. My breasts, coated with the herbal paste, were dangling freely due to gravity. The very little movements, allowed it to sway slightly with each breath. I felt exposed, yet the position gave me a thrill.

Isara poured a herbal soothing oil over my bare bum cheeks. It flew freely gliding down my curves, slick and culminated in my crack and reached my pussy, after drenching my anus. Her hands cupped the mounds, kneading with slow and rhythmic strokes. My breath quickened naturally. At times, her fingers dipped slightly into my other hole. It was an fleeting, teasing intrusion that sent sparks up my spine. I tightened my pelvic muscles instinctively. My bum arched higher, craving the oily caress. Then her hands worked deeper to ignite every nerve.

She focused on my back; drizzled more oil over my shoulder blades. Her palms pressed firmly and kneaded the tight muscles sore from the bull ride. The discomfort melted away; leaving my shoulders loose, light, and tingling with relief. A soft sigh escaped as my body relaxed into the rhythm of her massage.

Isara lowered her position and returned to my dangling breasts. Her hands slid beneath me. She wrapped my breasts one by one with both her hands, using her thumb and index finger; she formed ring and moved like milking a cow. She massaged with gentle, pulling strokes, wiping the herbal paste downward, culminating it onto my nipples and areolas. The paste thickened, forming a cool, tingling "nipple pastal" that clung to the sensitive peaks. My breasts quivered with pleasure as her fingers tugged softly. A shiver ran through me, my body alive with the intimate touch.

"Now, please lie on your back, Ma'am," Isara helped me to turn around. She gently placed the soft towel over my pubic area again, its edges barely covering my hips. Why are you covering it Isara? I found no purpose of the towel.

Isara massaged my sides and underarms; her fingers literally tickled me. I giggled, squirming. "The room is soundproof, Ma'am," she reminded me with a smile.

I let out a hearty laugh, the freedom exhilarating.

She applied a smooth paste to my face. "Close your eyes, Ma'am," she instructed. She placed cucumber slices over my eyelids, covering them with more paste and sealed my vision completely. I relied on my sense of touching completely. "Keep them closed," I heard her advising.

I felt the towel lift, cool air hitting my exposed pussy. I felt oil poured liberally over it and it was wetting my folds and trickling to my butt hole.

"You're very hairy, Ma'am," Isara said and I felt a soft comb parting my pubic hair to the sides. She cleared the way for the massage. "Such a large clit," she murmured, her voice reverent.

Her oily fingers separated my pussy lips and gently massaged the folds. My body trembled. I could not contain anymore and let out a moan--Ohhh... mmm...

Touch me there more, Isara -- I thought. She rubbed around my clit with slow strokes; then massaged my pussy with both hands in tandem. I was pushed into a trance and I spread my legs in a V-shape to give her better access. My hips bucked as there was a sudder surge of pleasure. My pussy quivered under her skilled hands.

Isara moved one hand to my breasts and massaged my nipples along with the special paste she applied earlier. She let her fingers play with my pussy in unison. My body was experiencing an unique sensation. Aww.. Aww... I moaned louder--Mmm... ahhh... She wiped the paste off my nipples, leaving them clean and sensitive. There was a sudden pause in touching, that made me restless--I wanted to see what was happening. But before I do, I found her fingers spread my pussy lips wider.

"I think you are not a virgin, Ma'am," she said, studying my pussy.

I smiled, and said in a voice husky, "I am still a virgin to a cock," I teased, hinting at my familiarity with masturbation.

"Shall I do an intimate massage, if you wish, Ma'am?" Isara skeptically asked.

"Still intimate? What about all the stuff you've done so far?" I replied, curious.

"The final massage is pending, Ma'am," she asked, "May I complete it?"

"Please," I urged, breathless.

She applied cool aloe vera jelly to my vagina. Her finger slipped inside, slow and soft. I shivered, a jolt running through me all over my body. Isara moved to my side. Her middle finger worked on my G-spot; the other hand caressing my breasts. I couldn't control myself and grabbed her hips. My finger spontaneously went under her T-shirt. She allowed it letting her body to yield.

I turned to my side. Damn the cucumber slices, they fell. I opened my eyes and caught Isara's arousal in her flushed cheeks. She didn't dare to look at my eyes. Her small, firm breasts pressed against her T-shirt. I lifted her shirt and bra, revealing her soft, puffy, pink nipples, inviting and taut.

"How old are you, girl?" I expressed my surprise. My fingers grazed her nipples and pinched them.

"Twenty, Ma'am," I could see her shyness escaping her eyes; her fingers still dancing in my pussy.

"They are like an early teenager's boobs," I said and I leaned forward. My mouth found her left nipple. The pink bud was hard under my lips. I sucked, my tongue swirling the sensitive peak, tasting the faint thai flavor of her skin. Isara gasped and her breath hitched. Her free hand trembled near my shoulder, unsure whether to push or pull.

My hands cupped her other breast, kneading the soft flesh. My thumbs circled her nipples in rhythm with her fingers inside me. Each time she plunged deeper and curled to stroke my G-spot - I pinched her nipples gently. Her boobs turned pinkish. I swiched to her right nipple and suckled and grazed gently with my teeth. She moaned softly. Our bodies moved in sync.

I pulled back my wet lips from her nipples, as saliva drooled from it. I captured her rosy lips and kissed. I let my tongue plunge into her mouth, tasting her warmth. There was no resistance from her. Her tongue met mine, eager now. Her fingers now furiously stroking my pussy's depths. My juices coated her hand. My clit pulsed against her thumb's pressure. I moaned into her mouth--Fuck... harder...

I wasn't a lesbian. But, my mind swirled with Isara's touch. This was a craving I couldn't name. A reckless curiosity seized me. Without a second thought, I slipped my hand into her pants, brushing past the elastic waistband. She removed her finger from my pussy and tried to stop my hand. She held my hands tight, but not tight enough to stop me. I glided it through coarse pubic hair. Then--a shocker. My fingertips grazed something hard and warm. It was unmistakably male! A cock! A pulsing shaft, rigid and smooth. Below, I felt the weight of balls, tight and heavy in a soft sac. I froze! My breath caught! My mind reeled!

You must be dreaming- my mind perplexed. I didn't withdraw my hand, driven to understand. I made a trembling second check. My fingers wrapped gently around the five-inch shaft. Its veins were subtly raised. I cupped the balls, their firm weight filling my palm. I rolled them softly, feeling their warmth. My eyes locked with Isara's. Her shock mirrored mine. Her pupils were wide, panic flashed across her face. Her lips parted silently. My cheeks flushed with confusion, and fascination. But for some reason, I was not angry on her. I was a cheating, yet I remained calm unlike me.

I stepped off the massage table. I could see her body shivering. Isara dropped to her knees, clutching my foot.

Her voice broke, "Ma'am, please don't tell the management. They would jail me if they found out. I'm a boy by birth, but a girl inside, like you. I'm saving for sex reassignment surgery. I've done everything to live as a woman. I didn't expect you to touch me there. I beg you, Ma'am, for my life."

Pity flooded me. My shock softened. I grabbed a plush robe from the spa's rack and wrapped it around my body.

"Isara, you're a true professional. You've been through hell," I said. My voice was steady, "I won't tell anyone, Ma'am's promise. Be careful. Don't let others advance like I did. Not everyone's as understanding."

I tapped her shoulder, steadying her. She nodded, eyes glistening.

"I only take female clients, Ma'am. I fear men," she hesitated a bit and said, "You're like a damsel. An angel. I couldn't resist you, Ma'am."

I blushed, warmth spreading at her words, "What's your real name?"

"Somsak, Ma'am," she confessed and composed herself.

Our secret was sealed. Curiosity lingered.

"What's next, Somsak?" I asked.

Somsak hesitated, fearing he'd overstep.

"A hot bath, Ma'am. Or you can have one alone," he said quickly. "Then an aromatic smoke therapy for your hair. You can leave after, Ma'am."

"Do it then," I said. A daring spark ignited. I let the robe fall, my nude body bared once more. A thrill surged through me. After knowing Somsak was still partially male--a shemale, the first I'd ever seen. My curiosity burned, eager to witness this unique blend of identities together. The male eyes in him widened. The female in him nodded, professional yet stirred.

"You should be naked too," I insisted as a sultry challenge.

His shock was palpable. His lips parted.

"What?" My gaze held firm.

He removed the T-shirt, bra, and pants. An exotic blend was revealed: small, firm breasts with pink nipples gleamed above a pink, five-inch cock. It was like a latex dildo. Its balls were tight, a living sculpture of wild imagination. I'd never seen anything like Isara and Somsak--half-female, half-male. The sight sent a shiver through my body. Fascination outweighed shyness with curiosity. Not a disgust.

We moved to a bathroom chamber in the room. Steam warmed the air. A tub awaited. Somsak began the sponge bath. Lukewarm water cascaded over my skin, soothing and slick. He sponged my shoulders, then my back, tracing my curves with care. His hands were cautious near my pussy. I guided his hand.

"Go ahead, follow my orders," I urged.

He cleaned the oil from my folds. His touches were precise yet trembling. As his fingers grazed my labia, my clit pulsed. I watched his cock stiffen, its pink hue glistening.

"So you were enjoying my body with this hard-on all the time?" I teased him. A reckless impulse seized me. I reached out and grasped it gently, stroking softly.

"Ma'am, no--" he gasped, resisting.

"You touched me right? I have all the rights," I countered, voice low and teasing, "Why can't I? Feel it while you're still a man down there, Somsak. It is cute actually. Lie down," I made him lie down on the bathtub.

I stroked faster and cupped his balls. His resistance crumbled inside the water. He could not last long and his cum spewed, white and thick under the water. I formed a long thread of slime in slow motion. I washed my hands, unfazed. He caught his breath, cleaning his cock with a shy flush.

"You're wild, Ma'am," he said. A shiver was in his voice.

I smirked and dried myself with a towel.

"Alright, Somsak," I said, addressing him as male. My tone was firm but kind. "Let's do the hair therapy. Stay as you are."

He blinked, surprised, but obeyed, remaining nude. We returned to the massage room. Somsak paused to replace the oily bed sheet with a fresh one/

"I will send your clothes to your room after laundry, Ma'am," he said.

I lay back on the clean silicone bed, still naked. The surface was cool against my skin. Somsak lit a small burner. Aromatic smoke curled from herbs, filling the air with a sweet, calming scent. He leaned over, combing the smoke through my hair with careful fingers. The ritual was soothing yet intimate. Our nudity felt like a strange equality.

"Done, Ma'am. Please do not tell this to the Management, Ma'am", he requested again.

"I will rate you 5 stars, Somsak," I bit my lips, "Okay... Isara", I gave him a hug.

I wrapped the robe around me again. The air was thick with our shared secret. I was relieved and rejuvenated. A spark of sexual exploration burned brighter--planned or not. Leena waited for me in our room, her own glow hinting at an intense massage.

We shared a knowing look. No words were necessary. The Lonavala weekend pulsed with possibilities.

What's next, Maya? I was hungry for more - My inner voice yearned.