Massaging a Nun

The assistant, the man, must have been pouring the warm, scented oil on her, for the woman’s knowing hands never left her uncovered back. Bertrille knew this, but Frances was more interested in what was being done to her skin and the loosening muscles and bones beneath. Starting with her neck, those warm and silky fingers and palms moved down, across her shoulders, and along her arms. Then returned and then moved out again. Each time, she seemed to become softer and more relaxed. That spread to places further down, but also let her realize how much more there was left to be attended to. The satisfaction seemed promised to them as the thumbs moved along the sides of her spine and then moving out and then back once more, further down.

The nude woman seemed to accidentally brush against her body more often. When she came to massaging her back, the woman’s boobs fell down and grazed her. At first they were light swipes, then longer caresses, their weights tracing paths along her nerve endings. But they were what all women had, her included; Frances was more aware of what the velvet fingers and palms were doing. And of the voice. “...continue to ease into the moment...there is only this moment...this moment is enough to satisfy...satisfaction is here when you are ready for it…”