They help you to relax.

The first thing you felt was their hands on your shoulders, an act that – despite the heat – sent goosebumps across your entire body.

“You went through a lot tonight”, this mysterious voice whispered in your ear. “Just let me take care of it, all right?” with a squeeze to give an idea of what she could do.

She was right. You’d been put through the wringer tonight. The hot water was helping, but you longed for more relief. Your head drooped, and you gave the slightest of nods as permission.

On that signal, she got to work, picking up where she left off with your shoulders. The way she used her hands, you melted instantly, the stress oozing out of your shoulders as if by magic.

Following her expertise there, she moved her hands down your arms. Never staying in one place for too long, but each poke, prod and pinch seemed to relieve pressure in places you didn’t know existed, and by the time she was done with them, your arms were flat at your side, unwilling to move even if you wanted them to.

As she began to work on your back, you turned round to catch a glimpse of whoever was doing such an incredible job. Could it be Sasha or Jayden? Or was it someone else entirely? You had met pretty much everyone in one form or another tonight.

But before you had the chance to find out, all you heard was “Ah, ah, ah, not yet” and you were made to face forward again, a few quick rubs and pokes to the neck making it too relaxed to do much either. Whoever she was, if she could pull this immobilizing stuff off in the ring, she’d be one to look out for!

With that out of the way, she returned to your back which, like everything else, crumbled under her touch. You weren’t sure if feeling her boobs in your back were part of the normal massage or not but at this point, you couldn’t care less, they felt wonderful regardless, an addition of pleasure mixing with the relief.

From behind, she nonetheless managed to work her magic on your front. With her boobs pressed into your back, when she began to knead and play with your breasts, the experience was tilting more and more towards pleasure by the second. Not that you minded, of course, it still felt divine, and you let out a loud moan in response.

After everything she’d done to you, it was a wonder you were still standing. And not long after she massaged your legs...you weren’t. She guided you down gently, somehow managing to turn off the shower as she did so, and your legs were splayed to each side.

Still sitting behind you, now closer than ever, she started whispering in your ear again.

“Just tell me if you want me to stop. You do seem to have enjoyed my hands a lot so far, however...”

As she finished speaking, one hand wrapped around the front and starting teasing at...not quite your pussy but instead the inside of your thighs. You started whimpering slightly as her hand got nearer and nearer but never quite there.

“Use your words”, she whispered with a quick kiss to your cheek.

“Pleaaaaaaase”, you just about managed to plead.

“Please what?” she asked, while she continued to draw circles around your vagina with a solitary finger.

“Putitinmepleaseputitinme”, you rushed out as quick as possible.

“As you wish” she answered, with another peck to the cheek.

The moment she started, you became incoherent, a mixture of moans and curses which she responded to with kisses to your neck and back. Slowly but surely, she increased the tempo, adding her other hand to play with your boobs for good measure.

The pleasure built...

...and built...

...and built...

...and built, until suddenly, all at once, she nibbled on your neck, pinched your nipple and thrust hard with her fingers, bringing about one hell of a climax from someone who’d already had their fair share today.

With you left lying on the flooring from the strength of the orgasm, this mysterious stranger looked to depart.

“Who...who are you?” You just about managed to ask between breaths, halting her exit. “At the very least, I just want to know for if I ever want those hands again.”

That earned a laugh from the stranger, who turned round to reveal they were...