Trapped
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For fuck's sake, they don't pay me enough for this shit. Lisa rubbed her brow after the Zoom meeting came to an end.

It was just her luck that the shareholders waited until she was on holiday to demand yet another meeting to discuss last quarter's figures. Even Ray Charles could see why the figures were bad. The economy was tanking, people were spending less, and idiotic suits pushed out-of-touch policies; wow, such a difficult mystery to resolve.

She had booked her holiday months in advance, and, for the first couple of days, Crete had proven to be the paradise she hoped for. However, she spent the next three miserable days stuck in her hotel room preparing PowerPoints. What annoyed Lisa the most was that the pricks from head office had ultimately decided they didn't even need to see her presentation. Who wants to enjoy their first holiday in years anyway?

With a wince, she massaged her stiff neck and looked over her room's balcony. The hotel's pool below looked beautiful, and she had wanted to spend time beside it sunbathing. However, it would be impossible to relax with so many young families around.

Perhaps in a different life, she would be married with her two perfect kids by now. They would live just outside of the noisy city, beside the strawberry farm she grew up near as a child. In the summer, they could go strawberry picking, and during the bitter cold winter months, they would sit beside a fireplace in their cottage.

Turning away, Lisa sighed.

She had made her choices years ago to focus on her career, and sulking about it now wasn't going to help. She stepped into the shade of her room.

There was still time to do something, anything, before the day was over. Lisa slipped out of her clothes. She threw her shirt over the bed and shook out her long brown hair that flowed down in luscious curls just past her shoulders.

Looking across the room in the mirror, Lisa smiled at her curvaceous figure. For a woman in her late thirties, she was still proud of her body. Sure, the ice cream had taken effect here and there, as did the stress of her work, but she was still an attractive woman. Yoga had done wonders to help her keep her figure as well as feel young.

She wiggled her plump bum into her high-waist jeans that hugged her butt perfectly and slipped on a halter-neck top. Thankfully, she had been to a tanning salon before the holiday to help avoid annoying tan lines. Not only did her risqué top draw the lustful eyes down its sweeping low cut, but her nipples pressed dangerously against the thin fabric.

It had been a game of dares in her youth that led her to discover her hidden passion for exhibitionism. Just once before the holiday was over, she had to indulge herself. So, determined to turn her holiday around, she headed down to the reception.

To Salvage a Holiday
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"Hey," Lisa brushed her hair behind her ear. "I was wondering if you could help?"

She continued, smiling as the hotel receptionist's eyes drifted down to her protruding nipples, "I need to de-stress a bit, but the hotel is too noisy. Do you know anywhere I could go?"

"People often enjoy walking the beach at sunset," the receptionist croaked as he tried to keep his eyes above Lisa's neckline.

"No, no." Lisa leaned forward, revelling in the poor man's plight. "I was thinking somewhere the locals would go."

The receptionist looked away and straightened some papers that seemed perfectly tidy beforehand. It's strange how some people act when they know they shouldn't look. He was suffering so much, and Lisa was loving every second of it.

"A place the locals go, ma'am?" He stuttered. "I might know a place."

Lisa loved the subtle, and not so subtle, glances she would get when she played her naughty game. It was almost like foreplay for her.

The attention always roused her appetite; she loved trying to imagine what they were thinking about as they lusted after her. What would they do to her given the chance? Would they be a soft lover, gentle and sensual, building her up to the pinnacle of ecstasy?

Or perhaps the lustful eyes belonged to someone filled with passion, looking for a wild night and adventure. Regardless of which, Lisa always looked forward to bringing her fantasies to life with her fingers afterwards.

"A few of my friends go here." The flustered receptionist gulped, jotting down directions on a piece of paper. "Helps them relax."

"That sounds quite lovely." Lisa fiddled with her pendant necklace that hung over her cleavage, drawing one more final gaze from her timid victim.

The Cretan Spa House
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With directions in hand and feeling suitably pleased with herself, Lisa set out into the Mediterranean heat of the paradise island. A cool breeze blowing through Lisa's brunette hair carried the mouthwatering aromas of nearby restaurants along, while the sound of rolling waves lapping the golden coast created an almost heavenly tranquillity.

Lisa took a deep, contented breath; it was a relief to finally be out of her hotel room.

She walked down the cobbled streets, leaving the busyness of tourist shops behind. Her hips softly swayed with each step down the street, then another one. There would be no way she could find this promised pearl hidden away down those winding streets without directions.

Eventually, at the end of an unassuming alley, she saw a small sign hanging above a row of stone archways. Lisa's lips moved as she attempted to read the unfamiliar Greek letters. She was almost certain that it said spa house. Lisa rolled her stiff shoulder within her palm, praying she was right.

As she stepped through the front door, the luxurious scent of candles and oils washed over her. How long had it been since she last had a spa day? In her youth, she would often find time to visit her local spa. That was before she accepted her big promotion. It came with a significant pay rise; it's just a shame she never had time to enjoy it.

Small fountains, filled with tropical fish, trickled on either side of her at the entrance. The impulse buyer within Lisa whispered to her as rows of lotion bottles, creams, candles, and other clearly essential purchases lined the stone walls.

Behind a desk was a beautiful young woman. Lisa felt herself smiling back at her, especially when she felt her gaze on her body. Over the last couple of years, Lisa had begun to notice the gaze of women more and more. She'd never acted on it; well, not in person anyway. But it seemed the older she got, the more curious she became, and the more she craved the sensual touch of feminine lips.

"Kalos irthate sto spa mas," the young woman cheerfully said, standing up from behind a desk.

Lisa tried to find the Greek words for hello. She could learn other things with ease, but her brain simply couldn't do languages. Bonjour? No, that's French. Olá? That one's Portuguese; try again. Hello? Congrats, Einstein, that one is your native tongue. Lisa's cheeks burnt crimson with embarrassment.

"Do you speak English?" Lisa meekly apologised.

The young woman nodded and, with a thick Cretan accent, said, "Small English. You want—spa?"

Lisa stepped up to the desk and looked at the menu. In reality, she should have expected it. All of it was in Greek, with no translation, just the unfamiliar letters staring back at her. She did ask for a place the locals went; seems like she found it. At least she understood the prices.

She looked into the bright brown eyes of the spa assistant, wishing that she had thought to ask the hotel receptionist what service she should ask for. For the majority of her holiday, she had been cooped up in her hotel room dealing with idiots from head office; surely that meant she deserved a little treat. Lisa pointed to the item at the bottom, unsure what it entailed, but assuming the high price meant it would provide everything she wanted.

Suddenly rather bashful, the assistant nodded. Lisa couldn't help but find the youthful innocence of the assistant attractive. The young woman gave Lisa a fresh towel alongside an assortment of complimentary lotions.

After taking the payment, the young woman pointed to a door across the room.

"Alexandra, be..." The spa assistant paused, mouthing the words she was looking for. "With you soon."

As she walked away from the desk, Lisa looked over her shoulder and smiled as the young woman quickly averted her eyes. She waved goodbye to the now-blushing assistant.

Caught you.

Just Relax
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In a candlelit room, Lisa lay on top of the padded massage table, her breast pillowing against it with a towel covering her butt. Outside, the setting sun sparkled over the rippling sea as the sound of breaking waves whistled by.

The view alone was enough to work out a few of the knots that had formed in her back. A gentle breeze fluttered through the room, caressing her naked skin as a lover would.

Her body was still tingling after catching the assistant staring at her butt. She wondered if this Alexandra would be as attractive as the woman behind the desk. The thought of having someone massaging her as their eyes wandered over her naked body made her nibble her lips.

She would allow all the tension in her body to be washed away, and then she would relive every soothing touch in her bed later that night. Beneath the sheets, she would recreate a different, more pleasant tension deep within her body.

She closed her eyes and blushed in anticipation. Soft footsteps approached. Lisa's smile deepened as gentle fingertips rolled down her spine.

"Megalo! Looks like you are ready; should we begin?" Despite her accent, Alexandra seemed far more adept at English than the previous young woman.

Lisa nodded with her head resting on her forearms. She opened one eye slightly to see if this Alexandra was as beautiful as the other woman; she was not disappointed. Alexandra's sun-kissed thighs were exquisite, with an intricate tattoo of vibrant flowers climbing her right thigh that disappeared teasingly beneath her short skirt. Lisa softly nibbled her lip.

The masseuse's toned midriff was also on display, with a small jewelled piercing adorning her belly button. The jewel was a deep blue and as clear as the ocean outside.

As Alexandra turned to collect some oil, she bent over, and Lisa gleefully watched as the skirt hugged her soft butt. Reluctantly, she forced her eyes shut and tried to calm down before her thoughts grew even more lustful.

Warm, scented oils trickled down her upper back, followed by soft hands massaging them in. Her skin tingled as she sighed contently.

Alexandra's fingers moved like soft waves across her shoulders and back with her thumbs applying just the right amount of pressure. With each passing moment, Lisa's stresses dissolved.

Lisa softly moaned, "That feels perfect."

"I'm glad you like it, but we're only just beginning," Alexandra's calming voice replied. "So just relax and let me take care of you."

Alexandra drizzled a little more oil over Lisa's lower back, filling her Venus dimples, and then those magical fingers pressed down on her hips. Softer and softer her skin became. Lisa's breath caught in her throat as Alexandra's fingers slipped just beneath the towel covering her butt.

The seemingly accidental caresses against the top of her butt were subtle but sparked a dangerous fire within her. Lisa's swollen nipples pressed against the soft table as she felt her arousal grow with every touch.

Get a grip, Lisa; it was just a simple—wonderful touch.

Vanilla-scented candles wafted their scent around the room as the blushing patron nibbled her forearm to silence her moans.

Supple hands followed the curvature of her butt and then lifted along either side of her spine. Alexandra found a knot within Lisa's back, the same stubborn knot just out of reach that always developed after a stressful meeting.

Alexandra sat on the table, her hips gently against Lisa's naked skin, and she pressed her knuckles into the knot. Lisa grimaced. A whimper escaped her lips, and then she let out a long moan as the tight knot dissolved beneath the Greek goddess' hands.

God, I need you after every meeting. Lisa smiled.

The masseuse's thumbs worked along the outside of Lisa's back, rising slowly as oil licked her skin. Goosebumps formed along Lisa's arms as Alexandra's soft hands rose higher still.

Trailing fingers teased Lisa's ribs, softly rolling by, growing lighter and more delicate with each passing second until it was barely a graze. The faintest of touches kissed the side of Lisa's breast, and a shiver ran through her core.

Lisa gulped as she felt an insatiable warmth between her thighs grow.

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Alexandra leaned over as her hands continued to work Lisa's back. At first, it was only the masseuse's silken hair that she felt on the back of her neck, but then the warmth of her breath followed.

"You seem stressed for such a beautiful, young woman," Alexandra whispered, mere inches from her ear.

Young? I'm almost old enough to be your mom, Lisa thought to herself, but her reply came out as a soft moan.

"Turn over, so I can do your front," Alexandra instructed.

Lisa rolled over onto her back, keeping the towel covering her waist. She looked up at the young masseuse; she looked to be in her early twenties, though the Mediterranean sun often did wonders for youthful skin. The soft features of the Greek woman's face were embellished with faint freckles; they seemed to suggest innocence, but behind her eyes was a twinkle of something far from it.

Overcome with a bout of bashfulness, Lisa covered her soft breasts with her arms as she lay beneath the gaze of this beautiful woman.

Despite the passing of time, Lisa still struggled to silence the self-conscious voices in her head. Every imperfection of her body was clear to see. Perhaps that was why the longing gaze of strangers was so empowering for her.

"Ochi." Alexandra shook her head smiling. "There's no reason to be shy. I've seen it all before."

Alexandra's finger, still slick with the warm aromatic oils, caressed the now-shy woman's arm. The masseuse's fingers glided underneath Lisa's, brushing softly against her pillow-like breasts, and lightly lifted her arm away.

"And besides, I'll struggle to massage you with your arms in the way." Alexandra's fringe fell, partly concealing her lustful gaze.

Her fingers drew a soft figure of eight just above her patron's navel. As if a conductor of a lascivious orchestra, her teasing fingers caused Lisa's chest to rise and fall.

Alexandra picked up a small marble dish filled with oil and held it slightly above Lisa's breasts. Slowly her hand tilted, and the warm oil trickled down her cleavage, licking her skin as Lisa bit her lower lip.

Lisa moaned as the masseuse drizzled more oil over her stiff nipples, coating them with a silken softness as if an angel had just kissed them. Then her fingers followed; her touches were soft, unlike the boyfriends that she had had before; they teased her mind in ways she didn't know were possible. With her nipple rolling from one angelic finger to another, Lisa squirmed and grasped the table.

"Just relax," her angel said.

That's easier said than done.

The masseuse expertly massaged the oil into Lisa's breasts; a gentle squeeze, and then her nails traced underneath her bust. She spread the oil down her body, letting the candlelight shine over her faintly toned abs.

Lisa panted softly as she pressed her thighs together with an undeniable slickness starting to coat them. She had never been with another woman before. And yet there was a hidden yearning, deep within her, that was desperate to reveal itself. The fragrant scent of Alexandra's perfume lulled Lisa deeper into desire and caressed her soul.

Without thinking, Lisa reached out and ran her hand along the back of Alexandra's long, supple thighs, up to her firm butt. She squeezed firmly and then quickly withdrew her hand.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," she rushed to apologise. "I don't know what came—"

A finger to her lip silenced her mid-sentence.

The word came slowly, seductively, rolling off Alexandra's tongue, "Relax."

Alexandra took Lisa's hand and placed it back on her rear before returning to her massage. Caressing the masseuse's butt, Lisa nibbled her lip.

Fingers slipped beneath the towel, teasing Lisa's bush. Her back arched off the bench in excitement. This wasn't what she had come for; she only wanted a massage—a non-sexual massage. But, in truth, she didn't know what she had asked for.

And now that it was happening? Again her hips rolled upwards as the fingers slipped further beneath the towel. Now it was happening; the last thing she wanted to do was stop.

The towel was slowly pulled away, revealing Lisa's wet pussy. Alexandra smiled. She rested her hand on Lisa's inner thigh, with her thumb caressing the crease beside her pussy.

Lisa, flush in the face, tried wriggling her hips closer as she looked pleadingly into Alexandra's eyes.

Alexandra smirked and simply shook her head as she kept her thumb away from over-eager lips. With her hand still caressing Lisa's thigh, Alexandra leaned down and kissed her shoulder, then gave another peck a little closer to her neck. The next kiss was lower as her nose pressed softly against Lisa's breast.

Lisa's moans echoed around the room as the masseuse's tongue circled her pert nipple. With each lick, the sensitive nipple rolled away as if they were playing a game of cat and mouse. Faster with each pass, Lisa felt her lust bloom as her nipple slipped away beneath Alexandra's warm breath.

The tongue rolled around the swollen tip, pressing beneath. The once-stressed businesswoman gasped with delight as the tongue flicked across her nipple. Then warmth engulfed the slippery mouse, and teeth lightly grazed Lisa's trembling nipple.

Lisa shivered as Alexandra sucked her nipple; she kissed and nibbled it, captured and teased.

She rolled her head back, breathing heavily, as a series of miniature orgasms rippled through her body. As her skin glistened from the oil, her passionate cries grew louder; undoubtedly the beautiful young woman at the desk could hear.

Was the young woman listening at her desk getting aroused by the sounds of the massage? Would she sneak up to the door and watch as she joined in pleasuring herself?

Lisa's hand ran through Alexandra's hair as she suckled on her breast. A finger delicately placed against Lisa's perineum, just beneath her pussy, drew another sharp gasp.

Slowly the finger rose through her soft valleys. As Alexandra lifted her finger from Lisa's engorged pussy, strands of juices trailed from fingers to flower. The teasing strands of lust stretched, glistening within the warm air, before breaking and falling into Lisa's bush.

Lisa shuddered and whispered in a hoarse voice, "Don't stop."

Alexandra giggled and nibbled her patron's neck.

"Don't. Please don't stop," she repeated.

Feeling her neck licked, Lisa groaned. Her hand slipped under Alexandra's short skirt and fondled her thigh. Against her knuckles, she felt the dampness of the young masseuse's thong.

She's just as aroused as me! Lisa's eyes jubilantly sparkled.

Lisa moaned as heavenly oil drizzled over her pussy. It ran along her puffy lips, caressing them with tingling warmth and trickling down to her butt.

With one hand still on her breast, teasing her nipple, Alexandra softly slid the other down Lisa's stomach and over her pussy. Her hips rolled excitedly with each touch.

Every time Alexandra pulled her hands back towards her navel, she would let a finger slip between Lisa's lips. Frustratingly, she would also remove her finger before reaching the swollen clit; it whimpered at its exclusion.

Lisa bit her lips as she felt the warm breath lingering over her pussy and soft Cretan hair tickling her inner thighs.

Yes, lick me already! Please, lick my fucking cunt!

Alexandra blew against the glistening bud before moving away without even a kiss. Her fingers massaged the sides of Lisa's labia, lightly pushing them together. The touch felt as though electricity flowed through her: deep within her.

Her toes curled and her legs contorted in ways only possible while under the pressures of lust.

The divine touches kept coming, firmer now and ever closer to her clit.

Please! I can't take it anymore!

Lisa's hips rose high off the bench. A soft hand pressed her back down and rested on top of her hips. The fingers passed through her pussy again, but as her hips tried to rise, Alexandra held her down in place.

The masseuse drew a semicircle just above Lisa's clit. Painfully close, Lisa gripped the massage bench, her fingers digging into the padding. Alexandra drew more semicircles even closer; then her finger spiralled around the clit.

The finger drew closer and closer.

Yes, yes, yes. Please, God, yes! Lisa squirmed.

Finally, Lisa felt the finger pressed against her clit. Her thighs trembled; it was as if Alexandra had intimate knowledge about how to please her. Every touch was perfect.

As Alexandra focused in on the sensitive bud, Lisa once again tried, and failed, to lift her hips. Tiny orgasms tingled all across her oiled skin. It was a dance building up to the final act: a dirty, wet dance of unrestrained lesbian lust; a symphony of indulgence.

The fingers left her desperate pussy.

"No—" Lisa complained, only for her complaints to transform into cries of pleasure as Alexandra wrapped her luscious lips around her clit.

She panted, unable to catch her breath, as the peaceful ocean outside lay in sharp contrast. Alexandra's tongue pressed firmly against her clit, followed by a loud slurp as she sucked.

The clit popped out of the kiss with a giggle. Then the tongue returned, finding its prey.

Some people scream; others curse. A few people start speaking in tongues, and once-stout atheists sing their unholy hymns of praises. But that wasn't how Lisa cummed.

Her body tensed up as Alexandra stole her breath. An ocean of ecstasy swallowed Lisa in its warm embrace, stealing her voice as she tried to moan. Lisa's chest was flush red as her back arched. She teetered, mind-numbingly, on the edge of blissful insanity. Then she fell; her moans, sealed within, burst forth in unrestrained passionate cries for all to hear.

Alexandra kept her finger pressed against Lisa's clit, ensuring that every drop of desire was teased from her orgasm. Lisa trembled as she looked up at the ceiling. No one had ever made her feel that good. Her breathing was still rapid, and her thighs tingled.

A smiling Alexandra softly pressed her finger to the tip of Lisa's nose.

"Feeling more relaxed now?" She said sweetly.

Lisa blushed as she looked into the young woman's eyes. Alexandra had washed away Lisa's stresses, leaving her stranded, happily in a state of bliss, on the paradisaical island of Crete.

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