casually acquainted

She flicks on a diffuser, the steam billowing out had a strong vanilla scent that flooded your nostrils. It was intoxicating, snaking up inside your head and numbing your brain.

Her hands masterfully kneaded every muscle from neck to your ankles. The further down she gets, and the more the of the diffuser's aroma you inhale, the more sensual her touch feels. She slows and focuses on the plush fat of your curves and ass. You find yourself moaning.

"You're doing great Darling. Feel so soft."

She pauses for a moment, pulling a massage gun out of a nearby drawer. It buzzes to life in her hand, the bulb vibrating as it pistons back and forth in quick repetitive jabs. Each muscle it's pressed into sparks at the stimulation before easing as the gun trails to the next spot. You're embarrassed by how loud and lewd the sounds you're making are.

"I'm sorry, I'm probably making you so uncomfortable. It just feels...mmm it feels amazing." You hum.

"Don't worry about it, honey. You're the first client I've tried this aphrodisiac mist on, and I'm glad to see it's working wonders on you."

You can't even be mad that she drugged you without your consent because she swiftly moves the massage gun to your soiled panties. The rush of pleasure as the vibrations pound your clit is overwhelming. The masseuse kisses up your spine as she wiggles the gun at your pussy. With her free hand she shoves it under your chest to caress your squished breasts.

"I know you're close. Be a good girl and let go for me." She whispered in your ear before nipping at the lobe.

Her sultry voice, the electric sensations pulsing through your clit, and the small sharp bite of your ear combined to push you over the edge. Your panties are drenched as your juices gush out. Your muscles tighten as you ride out your orgasm, but quickly melt soon after, feeling like jelly.

She pries the wet underwear from you as you drowsily lay there, basking in the afterglow of your climax. Before leaving she places some towels beside your change of clothes. At the door she swings your wet panties around she finger like a trophy, a satisfied smile on her face.