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Couples become even more closer. The Beginning.
"You won't need that."
Meekly the older woman allowed herself to be led back into the house, up the stairs and into Carol's bedroom. It was a large room - as were all the rooms in the house - and over to one side Carol had set up a massage table. She led Amy straight to it.
"I've only just set this up. I was hoping that I might be able to offer you and Mr Smith a massage occasionally. I hope you don't think me rude, but you work so hard, you often look as if you could do with one."
Amy was a little nonplussed. It was a service she had never expected to be offered by her maid, but now it was... well, perhaps it was what she needed.
"Have you done this sort of thing before?"
"Oh yes," Carol assured her. "I'm a fully trained masseuse. It used to be my job before I became a maid. I promise I won't break anything," she added with a laugh. "Just lie down with your face through this opening and relax."
Amy did so. After a moment she felt Carol's hands on her shoulders, slick with oil.
"Mmm..." Yes, this was definitely what she needed. It had been such a long time since she had had a massage she had forgotten how good it felt.
Carol proved to be thorough. She quickly moved down Amy's left arm and worked on the fingers of her hand, gently pulling them and kneading her palm until she felt that she would never be able to grip anything again.
Before long she had almost forgotten that a naked woman was roaming freely over her own naked body.
"You have lovely skin," said Carol admiringly. "It feels so soft and smooth."
"Stop it," said Amy. "You'll make me blush."
Time passed. Carol finished pummelling the tightness out of Amy's back.
"That feels so good," said Amy breathlessly. "I only hope I'll be able to stand up straight again."
"I'll just do your bottom," said Carol, "then we'll be done on this side."
Amy was unsure if she wanted her bum massaged, but before she could object she felt the girl's hands on her, pressing and gently squeezing.
"Mmm..." The moan of pleasure was out before she had time to stop it.
Carol continued in silence. Amy felt her pelvis being pushed against the table. It was not an unpleasant sensation. The pressure was tantalisingly close to the top of her pussy. Embarrassingly, she began to feel aroused. Oh my God, she thought, I can't be turned on by this, I can't. But it was too late. She tried to shift her position so that the pressure would hit the right spot.
"It feels good, doesn't it?" asked Carol, as if reading her thoughts.
She felt a dribble of oil on her, slipping down the crack between her cheeks, then the briefest of touches on her arsehole as Carol quickly scooped it up.
"Sorry," said Carol, continuing to rhythmically squeeze and press.
"That's all right," murmured Amy.
Whether she had intended her response to be a sign of encouragement, that was evidently how Carol took it. The next thing Amy felt were the maid's hands gently separating her cheeks as they squeezed and stroked. She felt fresh air on her hole.
It felt good. She shut her mind to the fact of what she must have been revealing to Carol and just revelled in the novel sensation. Now she was definitely turned on. So much so that when she felt Carol's fingers gently circling her hole she found herself lifting her hips to try and make the maid press harder.
"Do you like that?"
Definitely. In fact she hoped it wouldn't stop, naughty and rude though it was.
Carol, unfortunately, had other ideas. She gently teased Amy's hole for a few more seconds then withdrew her hands.
"Time to turn over, Mrs Smith."
Reluctantly, Amy did as she was told. Lying on her back she felt so exposed that she used her hands to cover her breasts and pussy. Carol gently but firmly moved her arms so that they lay at her sides.
"Just relax, Mrs Smith."
The maid worked as thoroughly on Amy's front as she had on her back.