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new room I just had renovated and you’ll be the first one to try it.”
    She went over to the door and said over her shoulder, “I’m going to get it ready, see you in a couple of minutes.”
    She slipped through the door and entering the small changing room I stripped down and as I removed my bra ignored my hard nipples. I had promised I would do the best I could to not be a horny mess this time. I pinned my hair up, left my thong on and wrapping the towel tightly around me, left the room. I entered the other room and stopped in the doorway.
    The room was lit entirely by well over a dozen candles placed on the floor and there was no table, only a long mat in the middle of the candles. There was soft music playing and the air was laced with vanilla incense from the small burners placed around the room. Next to the mat was a wooden bowl suspended in a metal frame above one of the candles.
    “Come on in and close the door, the heat is part of the effect.” Paula spoke from my left.
    I closed the door while noting she wasn’t kidding, I was already beginning to flush from the heat. Paula was leaning against the only table in the room and lifting her legs one at a time removed her heels. Each leg that rose exposed a lot of her soft inner thigh and a bead of sweat ran down my back that wasn’t just from the sauna like temperature of the room.
    “Lay down,” She gestured towards the floor.
    I walked over to the mat and kneeling down began to unwrap my towel. Paula came around in front of me and squatting down placed a small pillow down, “Rest your head on that and just let your arms stay by your sides.”
    “Sure.” I started to pull the towel open, but stopped when she remained where she was.
    Paula was leaning forward and giving me a view down her dress that showed not only her breasts, but I could see the darker skin around her nipples. My own nipples stiffened and swallowing I said, “Could you, you know, turn around?”
    “Oh.” Paula stood up, “Sure, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable. Some women don’t care.” She smiled, “I have to say I don’t think you’d have anything to be ashamed of.”
    “Thanks, I guess I’m shy.” I told her which was pretty true, at least with women.
    Paula walked around to stand behind me and looking over my shoulder I saw she had her back to me, “When you remove the towel there’s a red silk cloth next to the mat just wrap that around your waist for me.”
    “Okay.” I let the towel fall away and kneeling in just my thong placed it to the side and picked up the soft cloth.
    As I wrapped it around my waist, I frowned, there was very little material and even starting it just over the swelling of my public mound it barely covered the cheeks of my ass. I pushed it a little lower figuring I would be on my stomach anyway. I started to stretch out when a movement caught my eye across the small room. The movement was me in the full length mirror on the wall. As I looked at my topless reflection, I caught Paula off to the side, barely visible in the mirror, staring directly into it, looking at me.
    Seeing me now looking, I saw her turn her head quickly and for the first time this visit felt a heat growing between my legs that rivaled that of the room. I stretched out on my stomach sighing as my hard nipples pressed into the soft mat and turning my head to the left rested my face on the warm pillow. Paula knelt down on the floor behind me and said, “I know this sounds like déjà vu all over again, but can you open your legs for me?”
    “Oh, I….”
    “On the floor it’s either that or I have to straddle you to be able to massage your back correctly.”
    A shiver went through me at the word straddle, but telling myself to just relax and get my head out of the world of lesbian porn; I opened my legs wide enough for her to kneel between them. I could feel her legs against mine as she leaned over me and reveled in the contact. Paula’s warm hands started on my