The dark haired woman checked her clipboard. “She's in the double massage room with her friend.”
“Um, no. I'm her friend.”
“Oh, well…” The tech looked puzzled then shrugged. “I'll show you to the room.” She padded down the hall amp; Bianca followed.
“She should be in here. I have…” She pointed over her shoulder and looked uncertain.
“Of course. I've got it from here. Thanks.” Bianca smiled and nodded.
“You're welcome. Excuse me.” She returned to work.
Bianca tapped on the door and then slipped inside. Much like the room she had been in, a shoji screen blocked the view of the room. Rachel's red robe lay across the chair that sat by the door.
Even if there were a dozen other red robes in the spa, the sounds that came from behind the screen were unmistakable- and hauntingly similar to the moans she'd heard standing outside the guest shower.
An equally recognizable voice growled, “Rachel.”
Bianca held her breath, frozen. She considered retreating. But what if they heard the door? What if someone walked in? She stood stock still, unable to make up her mind.
“Oh, fuck yeah. That's so good.” Roger growled.
Curiosity got the best of her. She peered through a crack between the two panels of the screen.
Roger stood behind Rachel, who was bent over the end of the massage table. They were both naked. His muscular legs were spread wide, ass pumping his…
Oh my…
Esteban was more than adequate. In fact, Bianca had often held him back out of fear. But this… The look of ecstasy on Rachel's face as Roger slammed his cock into her, which to Bianca's eye looked every bit as large as her purple dildo, was… intriguing.
With every impaling stroke, Rachel's eyes widened with shock and then slitted as he ground the base of his cock into her pussy.
Bianca slid down into the seat, suddenly hyper aware of her body swathed only in the robe. Bianca stared at the door. Her imagination drew vivid pictures of the massage therapist walking in. Certainly the moans and yells would catch someone's attention?
They certainly had Bianca's attention. One hand slid into her robe above the belt of her robe. The other tucked in below.
“ Ah, Roger, fuck me. Split me open. Hurt me.”
He answered with an animalistic grunt.
Bianca's imagination filled in the pictures that the sounds so masterfully painted. Her fingers played amongst her wet folds, stroking her clit and exploring the pleasures she could find inside herself. With every loud exclamation of joy from behind the screen her fingers found new ways to stimulate herself. With a soft sigh she plucked her nipple till it was fully erect and pinched it till it ached.
She found her eyes flicking to the door, at once dreading someone walking in and yet thrilling at the idea. Caution almost sent her to lock the door.
“ Fill my ass,” Rachel panted.
Oh, my. Bianca had never… she couldn't even…
She slid from her chair and crawled to the screen. On hands and knees she drank in the scene.
Roger's cock head pressed into the cleft of Rachel's ass. He pushed and Bianca saw her best friend's face bloom with pain, pleasure and utter abandon. His strokes started short and easy at first. Back arching, her hand reached back flexing and clenching silently begging for more when her voice failed her.
Bianca's own hand reached back as well, fingers first stopping to collect some of her own sweet slickness. The tip of her first finger tested the tightness of her ass. At first the resistance was too much. But watching the longer and longer strokes Rachel was taking with thrilled open joy was motivation enough.
Bianca wanted that.
Her finger found its way. With a twist of the wrist she found she could slide her thumb into her cunt.
Ahhh… oh.
Roger yelled out announcing his orgasm. Bianca's own crashed through her, making her elbow go weak. Her body tipped forward, bumping the screen.
It swayed. Bianca held her breath.
“ What the…?”
Bianca didn't wait. She scrambled up and out, getting herself through the door just in time.
The phone rang and Bianca jumped out of her skin.
She stared at it. What if it was Rachel? What if… what if she knew? Bianca picked up the phone
“ Dulce Flor, are you okay?”
“ I'm… I'm fine.” She took a breath and did her best to brighten her voice. “Rachel took me to get a massage today. It was lovely.”
“ Roger said. He also said you left in a cab without them. Sent him a text message?”
“ The massage was wonderful, but after it was done she lit some incense of something. The smell gave me a headache.” It was a story that she had been practicing for a while in her head, but even well-practiced it came out shaky.
“ You have always been a terrible liar.”
“ I… I um…”
“ Tell me what is going on.”
His voice was so sure. So forceful. Without thinking about it, she spilled. Every gory detail. Every sticky moment. She'd never had a secret so juicy before and it spilled forth in a torrent.
Silence.
And more silence.
“ Esteban? Are you there?”
“ I am.” His voice was tight. “I am very glad I don't have to look at you right now, Bianca. I doubt I could.”
“ Esteban, I..”