The Education of Mrs. Jones (Part 2)

The following Saturday afternoon arrived with surprising swiftness, and Lydia found herself once again outside Le Spa Serenite. Mark had asked her how her massage had been, and when she admitted that it had been very relaxing (omitting of course her two orgasms) he had ribbed her mercilessly.

“I told you!” he crowed, a huge grin threatening to split his face in two. She had looked at his boyishly handsome face and smiled in spite of herself. He had told her, and he had been right. But he couldn’t possibly know just how “relaxed” she had found herself. She wondered uneasily how he would feel if she admitted that another person, a woman, had given her an orgasm, albeit unintentionally. After struggling with her conscience, she had decided that telling him would only complicate something that had been, after all, an accident. She hadn’t engaged in sexual relations, and the event wasn’t likely to happen again.

She stepped into the foyer and was greeted once again by the receptionist. After accepting another glass of champagne, John came to collect her and ushered her to room 23 once again. Lydia’s heartbeat kicked up a notch as she entered the room. Olivia smiled as soon as she saw her.

“Lydia, so nice to see you again! I’ll step out so you can undress. I assume you remember the “drill” from last week?”

Lydia smiled nervously and nodded. Once Olivia had stepped into the bathroom, Lydia hurriedly stripped, placed her clothes on the chair, and lay face down on the table. She was just pulling the covers over her backside when Olivia gave a soft knock and walked in.

“Let me help you,” she said, taking fabric and smoothing it up Lydia’s body to her shoulder blades. Lydia fought a blush. After all, the woman hadn’t seen anything new.

She allowed herself a peek at Olivia, and noticed that the uniform blouse she was wearing today showed a great deal of tan cleavage. Though she had never been attracted to another woman before, she found herself wanting to cup those twin globes in her hands, to feel their softness and possibly help them out of the straining bra cups that held them in check. Suddenly she realized that Olivia was looking at her, and she turned her face, mortified that she had been caught staring. Was it her imagination, or did she see the smallest glimmer of self-satisfaction in the other woman’s eyes?

Without a word, Olivia started her massage, rubbing the same sweet smelling oil into her shoulders with slow, sensuous strokes. Lydia admitted to herself that she could get used to this whole massage thing; it was certainly relaxing.

Her breathing slowed and she was on the verge of drifting off when Olivia’s warm hands started massaging her bottom again. Lydia immediately became alert, the sensation going straight to her core. Was it just her or was Olivia taking longer with that area this time around? It wasn’t just her. After at least five minutes of manipulating her ass, Olivia asked her to turn onto her back. This was completely different from last time, but Lydia suddenly wanted very much to see where this was going.

Once she was settled on her back, Olivia replaced the sheet and once again wrapped warm towels around her feet.