Of course you want a massage!

"Ohhhhh," you coo, "that sounds amazing."

You roll onto your stomach on the pillows and Bea is quick to act. She straddles your back and then sits on your butt. The soft cotton bottom of her panties presses warmly against your bare cheeks.

"You're not going to take advantage of me or anything, are you?" You ask.

"I wouldn't think of it," Bea replies with a laugh in her voice.

You hear the bottle of massage oil snap open and closed. She rubs her hands together to warm the oil and then begins to knead your shoulders and upper back. Surprisingly strong fingers work the stress and soreness from your muscles. She leans on her elbows, using them to push knots from your back.

The oil has an active heating element, soaking into your skin and soothing your aches. You groan as she begins to work your lower back. Bea's practiced hands move outward from your spin in slow deep strokes.

She scoots down to your legs, settling in to a new position so she can massage just above and to either side of your tailbone. The oil's warmth saturates your body like a hot bath. You feel like you're going to pass out from the pleasure of Bea's skilled hands.

When she scoots down your legs even more to sit on the backs of your knees you don't think to say anything. The cap of the hot oil snaps open and closed again and you can hear her rubbing her hands together.

You gasp when her hands settle on the firm globes of your ass.

"I'm sorry," she freezes with her fingers resting on your toned butt, "should I stop?"

You lift your head and look across to Sara. Priya is leaning against her sipping a drink and they are both intently watching your increasingly intimate massage from Bea.

"I can stop if you would like," Bea offers. "I have a lot more techniques though."