Page 14 of His Cabin Obsession

“Good,” Aaron says, rubbing his hands together and glancing around. “I’ve got some massage oils in my suitcase. Let’s see, where should we do it… how about you lay on the bed? We can cover it with a towel to avoid staining the sheets with the oil.”

Okay, that’s a lot more than I was expecting. Maybe he really does know what he’s doing, if he’s this prepared. “Do… do you want me to go over there now and lie down?” I ask, unsure.

“After you’ve gotten undressed, of course.”

“Undressed?” I squawk, staring at him with wide eyes.

“Of course,” Aaron grins. “You can’t have a proper massage with your clothes on. Like I said, the oil can stain. Just take everything off and wrap yourself up in a towel, and then lay face down on the bed. I won’t come in until you’re ready.”

I swallow. This is a whole different level to what I was expecting. But I’ve already agreed, haven’t I? And the sound of a proper massage does sound pretty good right now.

Maybe a little part of me is also pretty excited at the idea of being naked in front of him – especially considering he won’t really be able to see anything. It’ll feel naughty, while not actually risking anything…

I’m starting to get into this idea, after all.

I head into the bathroom and undress, staring at my own body in the mirror over the sink for just a second before wrapping myself up in a towel. I’m glad I shaved and showered this morning – I look and feel fresh and clean, so there’s no chance of any embarrassment from him touching me.

I head into the bedroom and lay down, taking care to arrange the towel around myself again. I’ve seen massages in movies and on TV – you’re supposed to lay the towel over yourself, covering just the area around your ass, leaving the rest free for the masseuse. I think about it for a moment but leave the towel all the way up to my breasts – given how large they are, it’s not easy to keep them completely covered just by lying on my chest.

“Okay,” I shout, even though I’m starting to feel a bit more nervous about this. There’s nothing to it, though, right? I don’t need to worry about anything – just lay here and let Aaron do his thing.

He comes in, and the mood lighting – which has even been placed around the bedroom as well as out in the main room – shifts to a soft pink glow. He must be controlling it through an app. Soft music also fills the space, a gentle song with a female singer that I don’t recognize. It’s low enough that the lyrics aren’t distracting, as I can barely make them out.

“I’m going to start with your shoulders,” Aaron says. I smell something wonderful – orange tones with something floral beneath them – and then feel the touch of something liquid pooling between my shoulder blades.

Aaron gets to work massaging the oil into my skin, his hands gliding across my tight muscles. The circular motions immediately begin to relax me, earning a moan that I can’t hold back as the tension begins to flood away from my shoulders. Aaron was right, I hadn’t noticed just how tense I was until he began to work it all away.

He rubs across the top and sides of my shoulders and then begins on my arms, starting with my upper right arm and moving down across my elbow. He even rubs each of my fingers and the palm of my hand in turn – completely unexpected. Every time I think I’ve figured out how far he means to go, he seems to go further. I can’t even complain, I can barely think with the sensations of each of my muscles lifting from stress and being rubbed to pleasant looseness. My fingers are released from the cramp of holding a pen, and then he starts on my other arm.

It’s when he finishes there that things start to get a bit more intense. “I’m going to lift the towel down to your hips,” he says. “Is that alright?”

I think about saying no, about keeping myself covered. But like this, he won’t really be able to see anything. Just a little flesh from the side. I’ve sunk down into the bed, so maybe not even that. And the temptation of feeling those hands soothing the rest of the muscles in my back is too strong.

“Alright,” I agree, closing my eyes instead of staring ahead at the headboard any longer. My chin rests on my hands now that he’s finished with my arms, and I wait.

The feel of cool air hits my back as he deftly pulls the towel down and folds it over my hips, then the bed sways and moves under me. I crack my eyes open to realize that he’s behind me, climbing onto the bed with one knee on either side of my body.

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