The masseur left when I arrived, and Nicola rose, her body deliciously oiled. “I've missed you,” she said. “Now, strip.”
I made haste, shivering from the loss of my clothes and the steam of the bath. “Get in,” Nicola purred, “and tell me if it's too hot.”
I stepped in, knees weakening as the shock of hot water sang through me. “Sit.” I gasped as the sharp mix of pain and pleasure washed over me inch by inch as I knelt in her tub. When the water reached my bottom, I shuddered in exquisite release.
“Guess so,” she murmured, smirking.