Tentacle Masseuse (a paranormal erotica)

Tentacle Masseuse

By Rose Black

"Hi, we're here for a couples massage," I said to
the smiling receptionist at the desk. "We have an appointment for two
o'clock, under Wilson."

The receptionist referred to the datebook in front of her.
The book was huge, with dark green leather and intricate patterns on the cover;
it looked very old and much too grand for keeping spa appointments. She trailed
a finger over the page, which was filled with an elegantly handwritten list,
and then tapped the list with a perfectly manicured finger.

"Of course, here you are, Ms. Wilson. Right this way,
please." She said. She stood and lead Brian and I across the airy lobby
filled with huge green plants, down a long and winding corridor, and to a
heavy, dark green wooden door. The door, like the datebook, seemed ancient and
slightly out of place in a day spa.

She opened the door with a strong push, then stepped aside
to let Brian and I pass by her and enter the room.

"You two can go ahead in and make yourselves
comfortable. Help yourself to our specially infused water, it's very
refreshing. Then you can undress and get comfortable on the massage tables.
Your masseuse will be with you in just a few minutes." The receptionist
gave us another smile and closed the door, leaving us alone in the room.

Brian was looking around in awe, and I can't say that I
blamed him. The room was large, airy and comfortable, done in light wood and
flowing white fabric, with tons of huge green potted plants scattered around. A
fresh, sweet smell permeated the air, and I inhaled deeply.

"Wow, maybe I'll like this massage thing after all.
This place is fantastic!" Brian said appreciatively. I smiled; he’d been
very hesitant to come get a massage with me. He walked over to the table with
the pitcher of water. I could see a mix of fruits and green leaves floating
with the ice cubes, and it looked absolutely mouthwatering. Brian poured two
glasses of cold, sparkling water, and held one out to me.

"Yeah, this is definitely the nicest spa I've ever been
to. I’m surprised that a place like this was offering a sale!" I said, and
took the glass from him. We clinked, smiling at one another as we took
tentative sips.

Oh my god
. The water was almost overwhelmingly crisp
and cool. It tasted like dew on leaves, like summer rain, like a stream in the
Garden of Eden. I had never tasted anything so sweet, so refreshing, so, so...
Incredible
.

I glanced at Brian, and his eyes were closed as he drank deeply.
When they reopened, they were slightly dazed and unfocused.

"Holy shit, this is the best water I've ever tasted in
my life!" He said, and I nodded my agreement. "What do they do to
it?"

"The receptionist said it was some kind of special
infusion. That’s usually done with fruits and herbs. Remind me to ask her for
what’s in this on our way out. I'd love to try to recreate it at home." I
said, and drained my glass as Brian did the same. When we finished, he grabbed
the pitcher and refilled our glasses.

We drank in silence, and as I looked around the inviting,
plant filled room, I felt myself begin to relax. I hadn't even felt
particularly tense to begin with, but my muscles were softening and a sense of
peace washed over me. I finished my water and set the empty glass down on the
table.

"We better get ourselves ready for the masseuse."
I said, and kicked off my shoes. I unzipped my sweatshirt and slid it off. As I
was folding it, I felt Brian move behind me and press himself against my back.

I sighed and leaned into his strong chest, and his hands
went to the bottom of my tank top, playing at the edges. He gripped the fabric
and slowly, oh so slowly lifted it up. His strong fingers brushed against the
curve of my waist, and I felt little tingles of electricity where his hand
touched my naked flesh.

I don’t know what came over me, but I suddenly wanted him.
Badly
.
I moaned and pressed back into him, rubbing myself against the growing bulge in
his pants. I lifted my arms and he slipped my shirt off, dropping it to the
floor. He leaned his head down and kissed my shoulder as his warm, strong hands
cupped my breasts, and I let out a sigh. Delicious warmth was pooling deep
inside of me, and I found my hips moving on their own, rubbing against Brian's
growing erection.

"Wait," I murmured as his mouth trailed hot kisses
along my neck. "Wait, the masseuse will be here any minute." I said,
and pulled myself out of the cloud of desire that I had been close to losing
myself in.

"Right, of course." Brian said, his voice slightly
dazed. “I don’t know what came over me.”

"There will be plenty of time for that later" I
said, and turned around so I was facing him. I stood up on my toes and planted
a chaste kiss on his lips.

I finished undressing as quickly and un-provocatively as I
could, and hopped onto one of the two massage tables. I pulled the crisp white
sheet over my backside and laid down, positioning my face in the small hole at
the head of the table. Brian undressed and laid down on the table next to me.

"This is weird, I don't think I've ever had a special
hole for my face before." He said, and I felt a small smile play against
my lips. He really was being a good sport about this whole couples massage
thing, despite his initial protests about being
touched by a dude,
as he
put it.

"It's pretty standard for a massage table. Comfy, isn't
it?"

"You know, it really is. Maybe we should get one of
these for our bed at home. It'd make sleeping on your stomach way better."

Before I could reply, I heard soft footsteps against the
wood floor.

"Hi guys, I hope you're ready for total relaxation
today." A smooth male voice said. I started to get up to greet our
masseuse, but he stopped me. "Please, don't get up! You two seem so
comfortable already. My name's Forrest and I'll be your masseuse today."

"Hi Forrest, it's nice to meet you." I said,
remaining face down as requested. It felt a little strange to be staring at the
floor while speaking to him, but I went with it. "I'm Amy and this is my
boyfriend, Brian. Will there be another masseuse joining us? We're getting a
couples massage."

"Hello Amy, Brian. It's just me today, but don't worry,
I am more than capable of taking care of both of your needs." Forrest
said, and it sounded as if he was smiling. I briefly wondered what he meant by
that, but before I could ask, he was speaking again.

"I'm going to use a massage oil, and if neither of you
have any objections, I'd love to suggest our spa's custom blend. It's really
lovely, and my personal favorite."

"Sure, that sounds good to me." I said.

"If it's anything like the infused water, go for
it!" Brian said.

Forrest let out a good natured chuckle. "Ah, you
enjoyed the water, did you? It's truly delicious, isn't it?"

"Hell yeah! Amy's got to get the recipe on our way out.
We couldn't get enough of it!" Brian said. I couldn't help but smile at
the enthusiasm in his voice. For someone who didn't want to come here, he sure
seemed to be enjoying himself.

"Let's get started, shall we?" Forrest asked, and
I heard the clinking of glass as he selected a bottle of oil and opened it. A
moment later, the most incredible scent wafted through the room.

Like the infused water, it was unbelievably, overwhelmingly fresh,
and I felt like I had been transported to some blindingly green meadow on a
perfect summer morning. I could practically see dew glistening on vivid blades
of grass, feel the warm sun on my naked flesh, taste the sweetness on my
tongue.

"Wow, that smells amazing..." I heard Brian mumble
from next to me. His voice sounded like his mind was somewhere far, far away.

"I'm glad that you find it pleasing," Forrest said
in his warm, soothing voice. "Now, I'm going to start by working your
shoulders. Humans carry so much tension in the shoulders."

I felt Forrest’s hands slide up my back and over my
shoulders. His hands were very soft and he had a great touch, gentle but firm.
The oil on them was warm and pleasant, and left me tingling and glowing
everywhere that it touched.

As Forrest started to rub my shoulders, his smooth, strong
hands working at knots that I didn't even know were there, a sense of peace
washed over me. I felt my body unwinding under his touch, muscles relaxing and
unfurling. It was heavenly, and I could already tell that I was in for the best
massage of my life.

"Is the pressure good for you?" Forrest asked, his
hands still gliding over my shoulders.

"Yes, it feels great." Brian answered before I had
a chance to say anything.

Wait, what?

I was fairly certain that Forrest was using both of his
hands to massage me. I definitely felt him working on both of my shoulders at
once. How could Brian be getting massaged too?

"Good," Forrest said, before I had a chance to
ask. "I'm going to move on from your shoulders now. Just close your eyes,
allow yourself to relax, let your senses take over and carry you wherever they
may."

His hands slipped down, working my spine, the back of my
ribs, all the way down to my lower back. When I felt his hands, slick with that
warm, tingling oil, press the area right above my behind, a wave of pleasure
rolled through me.

A low moan escaped my lips. A warmth radiated out from where
Forrest was rubbing me, unfurling through my body and leaving me tingling. The
heat was delicious, and I took a deep breath, letting the sweet smell of the
massage oil fill my nose.

Forrest's hands glided over my back in large sweeping
motions, traveling from my lower back up to my neck, and back down again. His
rhythm was hypnotic, and between his relaxing touch, the warm tingling of the
oil, and the sweet scent I felt myself getting lost. Carried away.

As he continued to massage my back, I suddenly felt a touch
on my ankles.

What the hell?

I jumped at the new touch, and was about to ask Forrest if
another masseuse had joined in, but he shushed me.

"Relax, now. Just give in and get lost." He
murmured, his voice smooth and soothing. I felt the touch on my ankles begin
traveling upwards, kneading my calves, and it felt incredible.

"
Mmmmmm
." I moaned as my legs and back were
massaged simultaneously. Any questions I may have had quickly left me, and I
was lost to sensation. I heard Brian moan from the table next to me, and he
sounded as if he was in ecstasy.

I laid there, my back and my legs being massaged and slicked
with warm, tingling oil. The touch on my legs began travelling upwards, snaking
over my knees, up to my thighs. It was light and feathery, but not quite a
tickle. I felt a tug from somewhere deep within me as tendrils of heat unfurled
through my body.

My entire body was warm, and getting warmer with each
delicious stroke from Forrest. I felt my pussy clench, a wetness was forming
between my legs. I arched my back a little, and my hips began to circle on the
table, completely on their own.

Shit!
All of the sexual tension from right before the
massage was back, and with a vengeance. How embarrassing, to be turned on
during a massage. And here I was, with my hips circling, practically announcing
my arousal to Forrest. I willed them to stop, but they continued moving of
their own accord.

But Forrest either didn't notice or was too polite to
acknowledge it, and  he continued his rubdown of my back, shoulders, and
thighs. I felt the touch on my thighs begin to travel upwards as the touch on
my back began to descend.

They were moving in unison, all alternating between deep
rubs and feathery light touches. Fingers snaked inwards on my thighs, gliding
across my aroused and overly sensitive skin. The hot, tingling touch sent me
reeling, and I felt a fresh wave of desire roll through me.

"Oh, god," I breathed, before I could stop myself.
It just felt
so good
! A shiver climbed up my spine and my pussy clenched
tightly.

The hands on my thighs and my back continued to travel, and
as touches moved over my ass and towards the apex of my thighs, I realized what
they were zeroing in on.

"I'd like to have you turn over now, so I can work your
front." Forrest said, in his soothing voice. He sounded so calm and
professional, I briefly wondered if I was just imagining that his touch had
taken a sexual tone.

I did as requested and flipped onto my back. I heard a
rustling from the table next to me as Brian did the same. I managed to catch a
glimpse of Forrest for the first time as I moved. He was tall and muscular,
with pale blonde hair and startlingly vivid green eyes. His face was handsome
and his expression was the very picture of serenity. He wore a white t-shirt
that stretched over a broad and muscular chest, and white linen pants that hung
off of narrow hips. God, he was
gorgeous
!

I glanced over to Brian on the table next to me, and he gave
me a dazed smile. I noticed that he was breathing heavily, the same way he did
when we were fooling around. My eyes swept downwards, and I saw that the white
linen sheet draped over him had a telltale tent in the middle.

At least I wasn’t the only one who was turned on here.

"Great, now close your eyes and allow yourself to be
carried away." Forrest said, and I felt my eyes slip closed.

After a moment, I felt a touch on my ankles. The way it
encircled them didn't feel like a human touch at all, and I gasped at the strange
feeling. But the heat that radiated out from the odd, undulating tendrils made
me forget my thoughts entirely.

It was warm and tingling, like the massage oil had been, but
it was much stronger, seriously intensified. I felt that tingling heat rise up my
legs, unfurling through my muscles and stoking the flames of desire that were
burning deep within me.