Morgan goes for a massage

"Hi, it's err...Morgan Lake, I'm here for a massage?"

The spa worker smiled at the nervous girl, and consulted her list.

"Mademoiselle Lake? This way, please," she said in a thick French accent.

Morgan followed her into a private room.

"If you want to get settled, someone will be with you in a few minutes."

When she was alone, Morgan slipped off her flip-flops, and hung up her robe. Spotting a towel, Morgan lay face down on the massage table, and carefully draped it across her buttocks.

She was only waiting a few minutes before the door opened again.

"Bonjour, Mademoiselle Lake," a male voice said.

Wait; a male voice?!

Twisting around, Morgan saw a man wearing a friendly smile and preparing himself for their session.

"Err...are there no women available for this?" Morgan asked. Being nude in an unfamiliar spa was bad enough, but now an unknown man was going to be touching her bare skin!

"Don't worry, Mademoiselle Lake, I've done this plenty of times."

His competency wasn't Morgan's concern, but she chose to hold her tongue and settle back onto the table

"Just relax," the masseuse said, as he began to massage her bare back.

Morgan did as she was told as he worked away at her tired muscles, progressing steadily down her body until he reached her butt.

Without warning, he removed the towel, kneading her buttocks with practiced hands.

"Hey!" Morgan protested, her face burning.

"This is all part of the package, Mademoiselle Lake," he explained. "We don't want you being tight down here."

Once again biting back her retort, Morgan allowed him to continue his work, giggling when he reached her bare feet and rolled her toes between his fingers.

"If you can roll over, please, Mademoiselle Lake," he requested.

Shuffling awkwardly, Morgan succeeded in sliding her hands under herself and cupping her small breasts. She used her momentum to roll over, her chest safely hidden inside her palms.

As suspected, he didn't allow her to maintain that posture for long. The masseuse took hold of her wrists, and gently guided them down to her sides.

She smiled weakly at him, fighting against her instincts to cover again.

But her embarrassment quickly eroded as he began to massage her sensitive areas; starting at her chest, moving down her toned stomach, before focusing on her thighs. It wasn't long before Morgan was panting and sweating.

"Mademoiselle Lake, would you like a happy ending?"

If she had been able to think lucidly, Morgan might have considered the implications of a stranger driving her to an orgasm, but she was too far gone to deny herself now.

"O...Okay," Morgan nodded, breathlessly.

The masseuse gently eased apart her thighs and teased her lower lips. When they willingly parted, he inserted first one, then two, fingers.

His digits oscillated, gradually increasing in tempo. He managed to squeeze a third finger inside the perspiring girl, who had closed her eyes and was moaning softly.

All of a sudden, it happened.

The Brit arched her back as an orgasm was violently ripped from her body. Her high-pitched moan filled the room, and she achieved completion twice more before the masseuse gradually brought her back down.

Morgan kept her eyes closed as her pulse slowly returned to normal, a smile playing across her lips.

When she was able, she sat up, and flexed her bare feet as they touched down on the cool floor.

"T-thanks," she smiled, accepting the tissues offered to her to clean up with.

The brunette couldn't stop smiling as she donned her robe and slid her feet into her flip-flops; her skin was still tingling as the soft material brushed against her tender breasts. After a final farewell, she practically skipped out of the room.

xxx

After his client had left, the masuese stopped recording and reviewed the footage.

He had realised part-way through that he had forgotten to ask Morgan for her permission, but he was sure that she wouldn't mind.

The film would work perfectly for his next class, and Morgan's shyness at her nudity would definitely bring in numbers to his website from pervs who weren't even interesting in massage.

They weren't his intended audience, but he wasn't about to turn down all the ad revenue they brought him, so he'd made sure to film every time he had a beautiful and naked female client.

Sitting down, her began to edit the footage on his laptop, before posting it online.