"It feels good, don't stop."

You can sense where Bea's fingers are leading the massage, but the woman is too skilled and you're too relaxed and turned on to mind.

"No," you reply, "don't stop. It feels amazing."

"I hoped you would say that," Bea says and resumes her gentle massage of your ass.

She focuses first on the muscles, kneading your ass with her fingers and massaging around to your hips and back down to your inner thighs. Her fingers trail from the lower swell of your ass to the top of your crack. Her hand movements are symmetrical, forceful, but mindful of your reaction.

"Mmmm," you murmur, "that feels wonderful."

"You have an adorable butt," she comments and squeezes your cheeks together.

You wiggle your butt playfully against her hands and she laughs. Her hands move below the swell of your ass and she begings to massage your legs. Her thumbs run along your inner thigh, almost brushing against your bare pussy, while her strong hands work up and down the backs of your thighs.

She unsnaps your garters and carefully rolls your stockings off first one leg and then the other.

"Do you mind if I ask you a question?" Bea asks as she resumes her work on your leg muscles.

"I think you just did," you reply. "But go ahead."

"How old are you?" She asks.

"I just turned eighteen," you say.

"You came with Sara, are the two of you..."

"She's my neighbor," you explain. "We've been, um, having fun together today."

Bea chuckles and massages the crooks of your knees, the warming oil seeping into the skin there.

"So you're free to have fun with someone else tonight?" She asks.

You turn open your eyes and look across to Sara Cleft and Priya, the Indian girl in the transparent silks. The two women are kissing and groping each other, apparently oblivious to you and Bea.

"I think she'll be fine with that," you answer.

"Last question," Bea teases. "Do you have a thing for older women?"

The implication would be clear enough without the dreadlocked hippy massaging sensual oils into your skin.

"I haven't been with enough women to say for sure," you reply. "Maybe I could give you a better answer on that tomorrow morning."

You've opened the door wide for her and it only takes a moment for her to see the opportunity.

"I think I'm done with the back," Bea pronounces. "If you want to roll over I'll do the front."