There had been too much going on when we first walked in. Too many nerves, too many things to take in, too much excitement. As a result, you didn't really pay much attention to Pablo's voice when you first began. But when he quietly whispered in your ear to turn over slowly, you heard his accent for the first time. His english was perfect, and his accent was like candy to the ear. He lifted the sheet for you, and you rolled over, being able to see yourself completely under the tented drapes. You were definitely excited already, and hoped he hadn't noticed you rocking your hips too much. But now you felt on display. Your breast were barely covered, and the sheet had been moved up well above your knees. But you don't know Pablo, and you know you are looking good, so why worry, just let him look if he wants too. You look over at me for the first time, hoping to see any sign that I'm enjoying my time. It doesn't take much as you suddenly realize that I've got a hard on pointed right towards the sky. "Oh my God! His masseuse is definitely seeing that" you think to yourself, but I just smile a smirk at you. Well I'm glad he's happy, you think to yourself - I'm going to focus on me right now.

Pablo speaks again, softly. He asks you to wear a sleeping mask "to conceal the light". Suddenly you are more aware of everything around you. You follow Pablo's every movements, and gauge his whereabouts by the sounds of his steps, and his touch. He has moved above your head, and while strong, his hands are soft and smooth. They work the muscles in your neck, aching out the strain from reading your book all week. It's just what you needed. He works his way through your shoulders and arms, pulling your arms against his. For the first time you start to feel his body too. You brush against his bicep with your hand as he gently pulls your arm. It's solid, not bulky but strong. He continues to work your fingers and as he does your hand rests on his chest. "How does that feel" he asks you... You are taken back, is he asking how his chest feels? or how the massage feels? You answer "it feels great", which covers both scenarios.

He places your arms back at your side and continues your shoulders, but this time sliding down your chest, alternating between the sides and the top of your chest. You are breathing heavy with anticipation now. His hands are grazing the sides of your breasts, and you are ready for more. With your eyes still covered, it happens. He slides his hands beneath the sheet and over your breasts. Quickly first, but after a few movements up and down he begins to focus on massaging the muscles around your breasts. It feels good...lighter. The oil and his hands feel amazing. It's been years since anyone but me has touched you this way, but it's therapy right? Besides you already see that I'm enjoying myself, why can't you? As he continues to massage, the fallacy of the sheet covering you no longer matters. It's slipped off leaving you exposed, warm and excited. Your hips begin to rock again. Pablo eventually moves to the far side of you, and begins to massage your thighs. His hands moving up and down your thighs drawing the tension out of each leg, while tension built up directly between your legs. You aren't even hiding your rocking hips as his hands are now sliding right up your inner then and with each stroke getting closer and closer to your sweet spot. Each time he runs past it, you let out a now audible gasp. You need relief.