Ondina
Ondina had never been so comfortable in her life. 'Yes, having two cups of wine added to it,' but all she could think about was his hands on her. She had never gotten a massage before. Camille had always offered to treat her to one, but she had always refused. 'If I knew it would feel this good I would have gotten it sooner.'
She allowed herself to set aside her worries and fears. She focused on the rhythm of his hands. How they applied pressure but were also gentle, as if she was made of glass and could break at any moment. She lost herself in the heat of his hands and the way he slowly eased his way up her legs. She moaned at the pleasure. She hadn't realized how much her feet and legs hurt until he started to take the pain away. She could feel both his hands on her thighs now.
