Date: Tue, 16 Jan 2024 19:54:22 +0000 From: Nifty Sisters Subject: Unexpected Special Massage (Chapter 1) (Lesbian/Adult-Youth) Unexpected Special Massage (Chapter 1) Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction written by my sister and me. Any similarity to persons, places, or things is entirely coincidental. If such stories are illegal in your jurisdiction, stop reading immediately. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy! -Nifty Sisters --- I should start by sharing a little bit about myself. I'm a Texas girl and recent university graduate, but I started with community college, so I just finished now at 24. My high school and college/university years were decent enough, but I have always had a strong desire to travel to far away destinations and see the world; something which could be far more educational, I think. Physically, I guess I am pretty attractive to others. Chasing away interested boys is a regular affair, but I happen to be extremely picky and find boys my age and even a little older to be extremely annoying. I just don't have the patience or the desire to engage. That doesn't stop them from trying, though. I have long, light brown hair that goes halfway down my back, bright blue eyes, and a slightly olive complexion which must come from my distant Italian roots. I have always been on the tall side growing up and stand at 5'8" currently; have an athletic body since I love to be active outdoors; have medium sized breasts with half-dollar sized, pink areolas with dime-sized nipples; long legs; a bubble butt that I am proud of; and I wear size 8 shoes. I think that's a pretty good start overall. After saving money carefully for a few years, I had my heart set on Tahiti since it was less of a tourist trap and more of an authentic experience outside the norm. And one day upon doing my regular checking of flight and hotel prices, I came across a deal that was almost too good to be true, so I booked a three-week trip there on a somewhat private island that was highly recommended by others in a social media travel enthusiasts group for girls. The hotel being almost in the middle of nowhere, yet on an island paradise of natural beauty, helped keep the cost down and afforded me the option to stay for so long. --- Arriving at the hotel felt surreal after several planes, airports, taxi rides, and a ferry ride to my island destination. Everyone up to this point had been super friendly and welcoming and did their best to speak to me in English. Whenever that failed, it was my translation app to the rescue. I even surprised myself at being able to pick up a bit of the language quicker than I expected to. Maybe I have a knack for that. The check-in process was simple and the receptionist led me to my room which could be described as a medium-sized straw hut on the shore next to the ocean. Definitely not a five star accommodation, but seeing this couldn't have made me happier. It was exactly what I wanted and had hoped for! Also, the weather was projected to be no lower than 80 degrees at any point of my stay, even overnight, so keeping warm wouldn't be an issue. The room had a beautiful king-sized bed with a mosquito net hanging over it, some simple furniture, plenty of windows with natural light, and an attached bathroom with a toilet and shower. After I was settled in, there was a knock at my door. A smiley Tahitian girl who appeared to be in her late 20s and dressed in the hotel uniform greeted me with a simple question, "You like tour?" I smiled back and nodded affirmatively, hoping to see more of the hotel and island paradise. We strolled together around the different huts and buildings that made up the property, as well as walked along the beach for a few minutes, and finally we came across a cobblestone path that seemed to disappear deep into the jungle. She headed down the path with a smirk on her face and motioned for me to follow her. "Why the smirk?", I was wondering. Disregarding it, I went along and marveled at how thick the jungle quickly became, to the point of having the sun almost entirely blocked out. If it weren't for the cobblestone path, I'm sure I would have gotten lost since it was all very disorienting. After a five minute hike, we finally came across a structure in a little clearing that seemed to be a small sized hut at the entrance which was connected to a medium sized hut directly behind it. Oddly, the cobblestone path in front of the entrance changed to an almost blood red color. I laughed to myself as I thought, "I hope that's supposed to symbolize love and not human sacrifice." She snapped me out of my thoughts with a question, "You like massage?" "Oh, yes!", I replied, without going into detail about the fact that I haven't really experienced any professional massages in my life. I didn't think she would understand if I had tried. "Come, I show!", she said, as she held open the door to the first and smaller entry hut. Upon entering, I looked around and everything seemed simple enough: a ceiling fan turned slowly over a welcome desk and a chair behind it, two windows decorated sides of the room, a door leading to what I was guessing was the private massage room was behind and to the side of the welcome desk, and another chair sat by one of the windows that looked out into the dense jungle. All throughout the room were overtones of the same red color which I had noticed on the steps outside. Behind the welcome desk was another Tahitian girl who also appeared to be in her 20s and wearing the same hotel uniform. Her face lit up when she saw me and she said, "Welcome..... English?", to which I nodded. On the chair near the back window, a small Tahitian girl also sat and smiled at me, a child whom I'm guessing was no more than 5 or 6 years old. She was dressed in more traditional western clothes: a sky blue t-shirt, white shorts, and a pair of red Crocs which made me chuckle a bit. I've always thought Crocs were such a terrible fashion statement, but told myself that she could get away with it since she was a kid. I wondered if she were maybe the daughter of the girl behind the desk, but I couldn't make out any resemblance one way or another. They were both beautiful however, with black hair, bright and round brown eyes, and perfect light-brown skin. The hotel employee added, "We have massage here anytime you like during daylight. Please come enjoy, is complimentary for your stay." I didn't realize that this was a perk of the hotel, so my face lit up and I thanked her profusely for the offer and said that I would love to. She replied back, "You are special guest, we have special massage for you if you like", as I watched her and my tour guide exchange small smirks with each other. I looked back and forth between them and they both looked back at me and smiled when they saw me observing them. Curious, I asked the girl behind the desk, "What's the special massage?" "Special massage is for pretty girls traveling lonely", she replied. I blushed a little bit at this, not expecting her to so bluntly state to me that she thinks I'm pretty. I have always had a bit of a dirty mind and a high sex drive, so my next thought was whether this was a thinly veiled offer for a happy ending. I quickly controlled my thoughts though, thinking that this was absurd since I saw no male masseuse and also concluded that such things wouldn't happen or be a possibility with a kid hanging around. Not to mention my physical distaste of every single Tahitian guy I had come across thus far on my trip. Very friendly guys, but zero interest in that way. I asked the girl at the desk if I could see the massage room while pointing to the door behind her, and she replied quickly, "Oh, yes! Please come, I show." She stood up and walked over to the door and waited for me to get behind her and then she opened it and motioned for me to enter first. As I walked in, I was greeted with an abundance of flora of all types, big and small, some in large pots on the floor and other plants hanging from pots suspended from the ceiling. In the middle of this larger room, there was a raised circular dais and in the middle of it was a very intricate looking massage table which followed the same red theme for its padding. A skylight centered above the dais let in limited light from the jungle, and the room otherwise had no windows. I had to stop and look at the table more carefully because it looked quite a bit more complex than massage tables I've seen before, at least on TV and in movies. It seemed to have all sorts of joints and parts that could pivot in different directions, including completely upside down. I wondered what the utility of such a massage table was, since it was currently positioned in such a way that it resembled a flat surface with a cutout for a person's face. Why would anything else be needed? My curiosity was not missed, as the girl at the desk was walking over to me and looking back and forth between me and the massage table. I also realized at this point that she was the only one who had entered the room with me and that she had closed the door behind us. I asked her, "This seems like an unusually complicated massage table...", while peering underneath it, and continued, "what's all this stuff under here?" She smiled a little, released a few locking pins, and then with a quick motion flipped the entire table upside down, revealing another entire surface underneath it that had been hidden from view. This was interesting because I could see from this angle that there were parts that could separate outwards for both arms and legs with cutouts for everything to lay in. And located where wrists and ankles would rest, there were small pieces of red rope tied on both ends and going across the cutout. There was another larger piece of red rope going across the cutout where a person's waist would fall into. I quickly realized that this was probably some sort of inversion table used to treat back pain or similar complaints. It would make sense to hold a person in place if they were going to be tilted in different directions and angles to prevent them from falling out. I thought this was pretty cool, and I said as much to the girl as I felt one of the red rope pieces, which felt extremely soft to the touch, yet also very strong and taut. She released the locking pins again and flipped the table back to its normal, familiar position. She then asked, "You would like massage now?" "Who is the masseuse?", I queried. "I perform regular massage", she replied. I wondered why there would be a difference between who performed the "regular" and "special" massage that she had alluded to earlier, but I was feeling adventurous and told her, "Okay, sure... why not?" She smiled and walked back to the door to the room, opened it, said something to the tour guide in Tahitian, and then closed the door again. I heard the outer door open and close shortly after, so I assumed my tour guide was heading back to the main part of the hotel. The masseuse then directed me over to the table and asked me to remove as many clothes as I would be comfortable with, and mentioned that she would be using massage oil as long as I didn't mind. I was wearing a t-shirt, bra, short jean shorts, panties, and flip flops, so I settled for staying in my shorts and bra so she would at least have good access to my back without getting everything too oily. I laid down, placing my face in the hole and found myself instantly relaxed because of how comfortable and plush, yet firm the table was. I was also exhausted from all of the traveling and I think this was catching up with me. She warmed up the oil in her hands and started at my feet, smearing the lotion along my bottoms of them and in between my toes while kneading into my soles, toes, and arches gently, but firmly. I have to say, it felt absolutely amazing. I was inadvertently letting out little oohs and ahhs because her fingers seemed to know all of the magic spots to press and squeeze to relax my body. Soon she moved up my legs and stopped at the back of my knees and massaged my lower legs with the same talent, again eliciting involuntarily noises of relaxing pleasure out of me. My legs and feet especially needed some attention after the tons of walking I had done in the last 24 hours. "I could get used to this every day... and for free!", I thought to myself as her hands now lotioned up my entire back and neck and her fingers started working their magic. At some point, I was so relaxed that I fell asleep. --- I found myself slowly waking up and it took me a minute to realize that my face was still in the hole of the massage table looking at the red floor which was now a lot less illuminated, but I felt a single fingertip lightly tracing in small circles in the small of my lower back, right above my tailbone where the skin curves in. The feeling almost tickled but felt strangely nice at the same time. I can't say I have ever experienced that feeling before, but I stayed in place to feel it a little longer before waking up enough to lift my head out of the hole and peer around. To my surprise, I found the little girl from earlier standing next to me and pulling her hand back now that I was starting to wake up. She had a smile on her face and she asked me, "Feel good?" I blinked and stared at her, my mind wondering if she was referring to how I was feeling after my massage and nap, or how what she had just been doing to my lower back with her fingertip felt. I nodded at her and she smiled and held out her hand as if to help me get to my feet. I sat up on the table and then climbed off of it, and she took me by the hand and led me to the door and opened it for me. She stayed behind as I walked through the door but then said to me happily, "Come back tomorrow for more massage! Any type you like!" She also had a slight smirk on her face not unlike what I had witnessed from the other two girls earlier. "Maybe this smirking is a cultural thing?", I wondered to myself before thanking the girl and telling her that I would love to. She smiled and said goodnight. Interestingly, the masseuse from earlier was nowhere to be seen. Once I went outside, I noticed it was almost dusk, so I quickly hurried back down along the cobblestone path to the main beach area and then back to my room. I took a quick shower to remove the oil and then passed out promptly and soundly in my large, comfortable bed. --- I woke up to a very unusual sensation. I seemed to be back on the massage table since I could see the red floor and feel the cutout around my face, but I couldn't move. I started getting a little worried wondering what was happening, but then I felt two fingertips, not unlike what I felt from the little girl earlier, but each one was now on my toes and gently gliding up over my soles. I was getting more worried about not being able to move and wondering what was wrong with me, but I was equally mesmerized by the feeling of the almost indiscernible lightness of two fingertips dragging slowly up and over my heels and starting up the backs of my lower legs. I tried to speak and became even more concerned when I found that I couldn't. I began trying harder to move and my heart was racing faster as I realized I was completely paralyzed and unable to move or speak or avoid what I was feeling. The light fingertips continued further up my legs and finally were high enough that I could tell that I had no shorts or panties on! I was feeling the light, delicate touches on my bare skin, starting at the bottom of both of my butt cheeks and then gliding up to the center of each of them. It was at that point that the fingertips changed directions and started tracing slowly inward. If they kept going, they were going to meet on top of my butthole. I was really freaking out now, feeling violated and wondering what was happening, and the lightest fingertips traced closer and closer until they were both on the outside edges of my forbidden place and about to cross over it. --- I woke up in my bed with my heart racing as a large-sounding bird shrieked loudly outside my window. "What the hell?", I muttered, as I realized I was just woken up from a very deep sleep and dream by that noisy bird. My question was somewhat about the bird but more pointedly about that very weird dream I had just been startled out of. "What kind of crazy ass dream was that?!", I said out loud to myself, and laughed a little bit as I came to the realization and relief that none of it had happened. As I started to get out of bed to use the bathroom, I had another surprise. My panties were sticking to me with a good sized wet spot visible on the outside of them. "Oh my god!", I blurted out as I sensed this, wondering why I had that kind of reaction to what I was assuming was the bizarre dream. I felt my face blush a little bit as I really didn't know what to make out of this, but it was oddly thrilling in a way. I went into the bathroom and used it, splashed some cold water on my face, straightened up my hair, and got dressed to go get some food. I ate at a buffet style breakfast on the beach with seating at tables that were laid out in long rows, like oversized picnic tables. I sat at the end of one of them and the closest people to me were another couple who seemed like they were in their early 30s, a nice looking guy and girl and a cute couple together. I asked them how they liked it here and they said it was their anniversary and that natural beach resorts like this were their absolute favorite. I concurred and told them a bit about myself and how I had saved for what felt like an eternity for this kind of vacation. They were surprised to learn that I was traveling alone, but I told them I was very adventurous and enjoyed meeting new people and having new experiences without planning. They thought this was cool and we chatted for a while more, and at some point, I asked them if they had tried the massages. "This hotel offers massages?", the girl queried, and then looked at her boyfriend who looked equally bewildered. I must have had a bewildered look of my own, because they were both soon looking at me like I was crazy, so I turned around in the general direction of where the cobblestone path was and started to point and then realized that while I could see the edge of the jungle, I couldn't see the path. "That's weird...", I thought to myself, and then said back to the couple, "There is a path somewhere over there that goes into the jungle and there is a hut out there where they give them." They both looked at each other and then back at me and said that they would ask the hotel about it. I reiterated again how great my massage was last night and how it even put me to sleep. "Are you sure you didn't dream it up?", the guy joked. The mention of the word dream instantly sent my mind back to the one I had woken up from not long ago, and I felt my body shiver a little. "No, it was definitely a very real massage! And while I did actually have a dream about another massage in a way, I assure you that the first one was indeed very real", I teased back. "Ooooh, a dream about another one huh? From a really hot muscled guy maybe?", the girl joked further. "In YOUR dreams!", I shot back, and then stuck my tongue out at her. The rest of the conversation went fine and we all assumed that we would meet up again at some point, most likely for breakfast. They were off to take an excursion for the rest of the day, so I said goodbye to them and started heading back to my room. I was planning to relax on the beach for a while underneath an umbrella so I decided it would be a good time to change into my bikini, a simple black two piece which was on the skimpy side. I should mention that I hate tan lines so I try to keep them as small as possible. As I finished putting it on and was about to start applying suntan lotion, I heard a knock at my room door. "Who could that be?", I wondered to myself as I went to the door and opened it to see my tour guide from yesterday. Before I could speak, she said, "Hurry! You are almost late for your massage!" I gave her a look and explained that I didn't know I had any massages scheduled. "Yes yes!", she retorted and pointed at a piece of paper that looked like a schedule on a clipboard she was carrying. I tried to glance at it but realized it was pointless because it wasn't in English. "10:00! Start soon!", she added. I looked at my watch and it was 9:50 and she looked impatient. I debated changing my plans, but the thought of having another massage sent that odd shiver through me again that I experienced during breakfast. I also told myself how nice the first massage was and how I had even thought that I could get used to that every day. "Okay, I didn't know, really! I need a minute to change clothes because I was just going to the beach...", I said to her. "No no, is ok!", she said back quickly, and then added, "We provide for you for special massage! Come now, must hurry!" "Oh.... kay?", I muttered as she led me by the hand out the door. Luckily, I had picked up my room key beforehand and managed to lock the door before she hurried me towards the jungle. We approached the cobblestone path and I stopped in my tracks and turned around and saw all of the dining tables 20 or 30 feet away. "Why couldn't I see this path from over there?", I said to myself. My thoughts were quickly shattered by my tour guide's voice, "Here! Go now and enjoy. Please no be late!", and she scurried away back to the main area of the hotel. "I think I need to get more sleep or something", I thought to myself as I started down the path. My mind also wondered what was so special about this "special" massage that I had somehow been signed up for. --- After about five minutes, I reached the first smaller hut and again noticed the path turning red as I walked up the steps and entered the first room of the hut. The masseuse from yesterday greeted me with a smile from the desk and quickly stood up as I walked in and closed the door behind me. "Welcome!", she exclaimed and then added, "So glad you sign up for special massage!" "But I didn't sign up for the special massage... or any massage today actually?", I replied. She looked confused and picked up a piece of paper and walked over to me with it. She held it up in front of my face and while the majority of it wasn't in English, I saw my name in the 10:00 schedule spot and a check mark in the "S" column which no one else on the list had, and which I assumed stood for "special". Interestingly, the way my name was written made me think of a child's writing. I looked up and peered around the room and my eyes stopped on the chair where the young girl had been sitting yesterday before my massage started. I noticed a small pile of clothes on the chair. I asked the masseuse where she was and she didn't understand my question at first because of the language barrier, but I tried again and she finally understood. "Ah, do not worry!" she exclaimed and then motioned for me to follow her into the massage room. I entered the room which was still familiar from yesterday and immediately noticed that the table was flipped around onto the other side from where it was the last time. I turned to look at the masseuse to ask her about it, but she was already holding out in her hand toward me what appeared to be a skimpy red pair of panties with an almost sheer front. "Here...", she said, "you go change over there. Only wear this." She pointed at a tri-fold screen set up in the far corner of the room which I assumed was for privacy. "Umm.... I will be almost completely naked in this", I blurted out, almost laughing. She looked at me seriously and replied, "Yes, is traditional special massage. Only for some, not all", and stared at me and held out the piece even higher. "What am I doing?", I thought to myself as I instinctively reached out to pick up the garment she was offering me. As I did, she said, "Is ok, all girl here only." I smiled at her to be polite but wondered to myself how that is any better. I was still going to be topless with not much covering below. But my goal for this trip was to try and experience new things, and I found myself oddly curious as to why this was being pushed on me so much, so I decided to go along with it. I walked back behind the screen and took off my flip flops, and then my bikini top and bottoms. I picked up the red garment and stepped each leg into it and pulled it up. While it wasn't quite a thong, it wasn't far off. It was also very loose but not to the point of falling off. I could see my hairless labia peeking through the sheer portion in front and blushed a little bit imagining this girl seeing me like this. I also started wondering how other people reacted to this "special" massage attire. I tried to confidently step out from behind the screen but I couldn't help but blush a little bit when I saw the masseuse look at my bare breasts and smile a little bit. She motioned for me to step over to the table and I noticed that a red step stool had been placed next to the table, assumingly to allow me to climb onto it more easily. The small pieces of red rope going across the wrists, ankles, and waist were all untied on the side closest to me, with the slack hanging over the far edge away from where I was climbing up. She pointed at the cutout sections and said, "Head here, arms here, legs here", and pointed at all the different places. The way the pieces were positioned, both my arms would be straight up above my head, and both my legs would be straight down below my waist. I tried to carefully climb onto the table and settled all of my limbs into the appropriate spots, with some occasional assistance from the masseuse. Once she was satisfied with my positioning, she started connecting the ropes over my ankles. Honestly, this made me a little bit nervous, but I tried to tell myself that it's better to be secured and not falling out onto the floor if they are going to try and stretch my back out. I also reminded myself how talented she was yesterday with the great massage I received from her that actually put me to sleep. Once the red ropes were tied over both of my ankles, she connected the one over my waist and then moved up to connect the ones going across both of my wrists. At this point, I tried to move just to see how secured I actually was, and I realized that because I sunk into the contour of the cutout, there was no way I was getting out of this without them untying me. I also looked down and saw both of my nipples pointing straight up and blushed a little bit, since she was now by my feet and looking up at me. What I didn't expect next is hearing some locking pins being removed and then feeling my legs being spread apart. Not uncomfortably so, but I would guess that they were at least 80 degrees apart, maybe pushing 90. I must have had a look on my face because she looked at me slightly concerned and asked, "Is okay?" I wiggled my hips a little bit and it felt fine, so I nodded in reply. She smiled and walked up to my arms and performed the same ritual, spreading them far apart, opening up my armpits really well. I was glad I had just shaved them! She approached next to my face and held up a long, red scarf and started threading it through two small slots that were on both sides of my cheeks but much lower. As she did this, the scarf started dragging over my lips and face, tickling me slightly, and I asked her what this was for. She said, "Part of ritual and for noise, please understand and do not worry." Now I was getting worried wondering what I was supposed to not be worrying about, and I felt the scarf press down over my lips and into my mouth, effectively gagging me. It was holding tight and I couldn't see her anymore, so I could only assume she was tying it from underneath. I started mumbling loudly trying to tell her to stop, but my words had no effect. All I could do was quietly mumble now. Feeling so exposed and relatively helpless made my mind wander back to the dream I had earlier, and my whole body shuddered. What a strange dream that was, and even more strange how this ritual had turned out to be eerily similar in some ways. Was this really some weird cultural ritual of theirs? Was my dream some sort of voodoo-like premonition? The masseuse appeared in front of my face shortly after and said to me cheerily, "You are ready! Please be patient and will start soon", and she started walking towards the door. Confused, I called out after her, mumbling the words as best as I could through the scarf, "Wait, where are you going? Aren't you massaging me?", a question which I did not receive an answer to. I now laid almost naked in this red room, a skylight showering me with dim daylight, completely attached to this unique massage table and powerless to move or even speak. I actually started experiencing real fear at the loss of control that I had stupidly subjected myself to. Suddenly, I heard the door open and I looked over and saw the silhouetted outline of a small body in the doorway. --- The small figure approached closer and I had to do a double take as I noticed it was the young girl I had seen sitting up front the previous day. Except this time, she was dressed in some very different red clothing. As she got closer, I could tell that her bottoms were identical to the ones I put on, only much smaller to fit her young body. I had to stop myself from looking in between her legs when I realized that they were probably sheer like mine. Her feet were tucked away and sockless inside the same red Crocs as yesterday. And her chest was almost entirely bare with the exception of a small red stripe of fabric that went around her back. On the front, the fabric ran all the way across her upper chest and up against two string circles which wrapped perfectly around her bare, flat nipples. I was very surprised to see such a young child almost completely naked. I thought back to nature documentaries I had seen about African tribes and how the kids were sometimes dressed like that, so I told myself it was a cultural or ritualistic type thing and therefore wasn't a big deal. She looked at me from head to toe with a smirk on her face and then held both of her hands in front of my face and curled her fingers so that I could see her fingertips up close. She then wiggled them a bit and walked down in between my spread legs and reached both of her arms out. I felt her soft little fingertips on the bottoms of my feet as she ever so lightly dragged them up and down over my soles, followed by the tops of both of my feet. I happen to be very ticklish, and it tickled a lot. I laughed uncontrollably into the makeshift gag that was over my mouth and felt my legs getting goosebumps. Her smooth fingertips eventually relented on the tops and bottoms of my feet as she started to trace them up the top of both of my lower legs until she reached my kneecaps. It wasn't as ticklish as my feet, but the extremely light touches still tickled but also felt kind of nice. She spent some time going back and forth between my feet and my kneecaps, each time up and down varying where her fingers touched on the sides of my legs. After a few minutes of that, combined with visiting my feet briefly on occasion, her fingertips started tracing from my knees up to the line of the skimpy panties I had been coerced to wear. My inner thighs are also very ticklish but she made no effort to avoid my creamy skin in those places. In fact, sometimes it seemed like she spent more time on them instead of keeping everything even. The fact that I was feeling little fingertips so high up on my legs also brought my mind back to the dream I had, but I did my best to try to not think about that, given the effect it had on me in the morning. The last thing I wanted to do was make a mess in these panties and worse, have this little girl see it. This was definitely the weirdest "massage" I had ever experienced. The super light touches felt electric in a way that I couldn't describe, almost like there was something more grazing all over my skin other than her fingertips. I guess she was just that talented. I also thought maybe it was because her fingertips were extra soft and smooth because of her young age. She surprised me by tracing over my thighs that were covered by the panties and up to my stomach. Again, certain spots on my stomach are extremely ticklish and there were times I was involuntarily laughing into the gag and having my whole body spasm involuntarily. Parts of it felt very nice, but it was hard to not react like that over the more ticklish spots. I honestly wondered how other people reacted to this and if my reactions seemed normal to her or not. Her fingertips eventually traced down to my sides next to my stomach, and then both hands dragged very lightly all the way up my sides to my armpits and then back down. When she reached my armpits, she kept her fingertips lightly tracing around both of them for a good amount of time before going back down. After a few ups and downs along my sides, she finished in my armpits again and instead her fingertips traced out over my upper chest above my breasts, crossed over each other, and then came back to my armpits. While she was doing that, I became slightly concerned because my breasts and nipples were completely bare. I assumed she was trained or would have the good sense not to lightly caress over them. My nipples especially are extremely sensitive, and little light tickles over them would be a very bad idea. Not only would it probably tickle a lot, I was worried about it having other effects on me. Effects that a five or six year old girl shouldn't be causing on a much older girl. To add to my concern, I discerned that the new pattern was to cross her fingertips across my chest repeatedly, moving to a different location vertically each time. She would start at my sides, trace across my upper chest or stomach, fingertips meeting in the middle, and then go back to my sides and move up or down to a new location. Various spots she did this to caused me to have ticklish reactions, but I did my best to enjoy it and resist the ticklishness as much as I could. After a few minutes of this newest pattern, she had completely covered my chest and stomach with the exception of my breasts, luckily. I assumed she was getting ready to move to a new place, but then suddenly her fingertips went up my sides and stopped vertically next to where the bottom of my breasts are, and she started tracing across. This time however, she crossed over the bottoms of my fleshy breasts, her little fingertips climbing up and down over them so slowly and lightly. Thankfully, she was nowhere near my nipples, but feeling the tiny touches along the bottom of my breasts made me shiver internally. I needed to do better fighting this reaction. Her fingertips, now back at my sides, moved only slightly higher this time, vertically next to the top of my breasts. As I expected, she started tracing towards my breasts again and all her little fingertips glided over the tops of my breasts before meeting in the middle and then going back to my sides. My eyes went wide this time because the sensation was stronger than I expected. I looked at her and she didn't meet my gaze. She was laser focused on her fingertips and what she was doing with them, with the slightest hint of a smile on her face. There was nothing I could have done to prepare for what happened next. Her fingertips, back at my sides again, were now aligned vertically with the middle of my breasts. I felt her starting to trace towards them, much more slowly this time, and started to panic a little. The new slowness only made the anticipation worse, as I was hoping so much that those little kid fingers would avoid my nipples which were now sticking up like diamonds. As her fingertips traced up both sides of my breasts incredibly slowly, my nipples felt like they were getting even harder and actually ached as they pointed at the skylight. Finally, her fingertips reached the outer edges of both of them and I could feel that my entire body was clenched and tense. Instead of tickling over both of them like I had been fearing, she traced along the outside edges of my areolas incredibly lightly and slowly. I counted 10 times around them before her fingertips continued on and then met in the middle of my cleavage. On their way back, she again went around my areolas 10 times incredibly slowly, every second of which I was worrying that she might tickle over the center. I looked at her face and she was still laser focused as she was completing the second set of 10 circles. My eyes went a little lower and I couldn't help but notice her little flat nipples again with the red fabric strings going perfectly around them. They looked so smooth and rubbery that I started wondering what they would feel like. "Oh my god!", I thought, as I thought about what I had just imagined. "You can't think about that! What's wrong with you? She's a little girl!", I scolded myself. Her fingertips dancing around my areolas so gently and expertly were causing my mind to wander. And that's when I noticed that wasn't the only effect they were having. I felt wetness in between my legs and my whole body shivered with this realization. "Oh my god, this has to stop. I'm getting turned on!", I whined to myself in my thoughts. I was distracted from that thought as I felt her fingertips, now done with the second set of 10 circles, make their way back to my sides, which brought me some temporary relief. After they reached my sides, her fingertips left my skin for the first time since this "massage" had started. I looked at her, wondering if it was over, and she had the slightest smirk on her face still, and she held her fingertips in front of my face again and then brought them down and touched underneath both of my breasts. "Oh god, it's not over on my boobs", I thought to myself. That's when I felt the little tracing tickles start again, now going incredibly slowly around the outside edges of both of my breasts. When both her hands made a full revolution, I noticed that they moved slightly higher on both of my breasts before going around again. Each time around, her fingertips were moving higher and higher and that's when I started worrying again about what happened when they made their way up to my still aching nipples. I tried so hard to fight off the erotic feelings, but what this little girl was doing to me was just that - incredibly erotic and intense at the same time. The anticipation was also killing me. The fact that it was a child making me feel this way didn't help matters, either. At first that would have been an instant deal breaker, but now that I was in the moment and feeling this, the fact that she was causing me to have this reaction was strangely thrilling. My panties were not getting any dryer. After an agonizingly tense and long two minutes, her fingertips had traced all the way up both of my breasts and were now gliding around the outside edges of my areolas for the third time. My nipples again started to ache as they got even harder from the tiniest light touches that were happening so close by. And that's when it happened, both of this little girl's single fingertips slid so lightly across both of my nipples at the same time, so slowly up against and then over and back down the aching bumps, before going around in circles on the outside edges again. My whole body jumped and I moaned into the gag involuntarily as the feeling was on a whole other level of intensity. I looked at her with wide eyes and she didn't make eye contact with me. She still stayed laser focused watching her fingertips gently glide around. After 10 times going around the outside edges of my areolas, her fingertips mercilessly slid over the center of my nipples again, causing me to jolt. The circles around became slower and lighter which was even more agonizing. But this time, after only 9 circles around, her fingertips lightly grazed my aching diamonds again. I thought maybe I miscounted, but then I realized what was happening after her fingertips caressed over my nipples after only 8 circles the following time. She was counting down and each time she tickled my nipples, she would go one less time around my areolas before going over my nipples again. This also meant that they were going to be touched more frequently. Despite the very short and extremely light grazes of her fingertips, it was one of the most intense things I had ever felt in my body. I like to play with my own nipples if I'm having fun by myself, but this was on a completely different level. I don't know if it was the fact that I was helpless, it was a little girl doing it, or just how talented she was that was making me completely melt. Probably a combination of everything. And melt is an understatement. As the countdown continued, I knew when the touches on my nipples were coming and they started aching more for the contact. When the countdown was below 5, that's when I also noticed that every little caress on my rock hard nipples was also being felt quite strongly in between my legs. And that fire was burning hotter and hotter with every touch. I felt increasing wetness oozing out of me and sticking to the tiny red panties. When the countdown was down to one, I felt like I was about to lose my mind. This little girl's dreamy soft fingertips would glide once around my areolas and then once over my nipples. She did this very slowly 10 times and I was involuntarily moaning by the end of it. I don't know what I expected next, but the pretty close to constant touches on my nipples, at least the most contact I had so far from her fingertips, had my pussy burning uncontrollably. Which made the next part more frustrating, as she started going in slow circles around my areolas and stopped all contact directly on my nipples. I counted her circles around and expected more light nipple caresses when she got to 10, but the circles around continued instead. My nipples ached and my pussy burned, knowingly from a child's touches, but my body only needed one thing right now and it wasn't rational thinking. After 20 times around, I started getting worried that the touches were done, and I felt both my nipples and pussy aching for desperately needed contact. 25 circles around and I was getting more disappointed and desperate. Finally, I counted 30 times around and her fingertips stopped in place but were still touching my skin. I looked up at her face but she still didn't make eye contact. Until she did suddenly, her small brown eyes meeting mine with one of the most mischievous looks I had ever seen. Her gaze actually caused me the tiniest bit of fear. That fear quickly vanished though as her fingertips started moving again, this time directly caressing my aching diamonds with the lightest tickles, and continuously. After ten seconds of constant contact, I moaned loudly into the gag and the moan ended with a whimper. My pussy was burning hot and desperate, and her merciless fingertips didn't stop attacking my sensitive nipples for a second. Every touch of hers was going straight to my throbbing clit, and after a minute of her torturous tickles not stopping, I was more desperate to cum than I ever had been in my life. And at that point, I wanted nothing more than to cum with her little kid fingertips caressing my bare nipples. After about 5 minutes of unending nipple caresses, I was a shaking, sweating, whimpering mess. My hips were involuntarily bucking back and forth and my legs were trying to close to create much needed contact in the middle. I was very well tied and not going anywhere, however. I had no choice but to lay there and feel the forest fire in between my legs blaze hotter and hotter as this child's fingertips teased my desperately horny, aching body more than it ever had been before. I started moaning through the gag, "Pleeeeeeeeease, I can't take it anymore. I need to cum soooooo bad, pleeeeeeeease!" She smirked and her fingertips tickled even more lightly, causing me to involuntarily moan again, followed by more begging. My nipples were so hard that they actually hurt more than I had ever experienced. But their sharp stiffness when combined with the smoothest little kid fingers was a recipe for the biggest simultaneous flood and fire of my life. She looked at me and gave me a pouty lip while her fingers continued to dance. I whimpered again and she lifted her fingertips off of my nipples and held them in front of my face again. Keeping her smirk, she looked in between my legs and dragged her fingertips across my thighs, which I realized were soaked in the spot that she dragged her two fingers over. Her fingers so close to, yet so far from my burning pussy made me moan again. Part of me wanted her to rub me, but I tried to dismiss this very taboo thought as she held up her wet fingertips in front of my face and then looked down at my right hand. She reached over with her dry fingers and pulled the loop on the red rope that was holding my right wrist in place. She smiled at me and then held out her two slippery fingers from my burning pussy juices and placed them down on top of my nipples and began tickling them again. I moaned so loudly into the gag as that happened that I think I surprised her. And despite her merciless teasing, she showed me mercy by freeing my right hand. She knew what I desperately needed to do and she was going to let me do it. How a little girl her age knew anything about this stuff was beyond my comprehension, but at this moment, I didn't care. I needed one thing, and it was to cum with her little wet fingertips on my rock hard, aching nipples. It was good that the panties were loose because my hand had no trouble getting positioned. This was hands down the wettest I had ever been in my life. I didn't even realize until my hand slipped inside. I would have thought that I just climbed out of a pool. My bare pussy was completely slick from top to bottom and my clit was throbbing and protruding outward, desperate for attention. The first graze with my fingertip over the top of it while this child stimulated my nipples was something I will never forget. As my fingers started rocking my clit back and forth, it was the most intense pleasure of my life. I was feeling every nipple caress directly on my clit as I was rubbing it at the same time. Her fingertips danced so lightly and perfectly and was in sync with my rubbing. I knew I wasn't going to last long especially since I had been desperate to cum for quite a while already. Her fingertips never once stopped their magic. It wasn't long before I was very close, just a couple light rubs away from having an explosive orgasm that I desperately needed. I was so out of my mind horny that I was ready to have sex with this little girl. I looked up and saw her flat rubbery nipples and again imagined what they would feel like if I caressed my fingertips over them. For the first time I looked downward and saw her naturally bare and tiny slit through the sheer panties. It was beautiful to me in that moment, and I wanted to kiss it badly. That thought made me explode into, without a doubt, the hugest orgasm of my life. My back fought the red rope over my waist as it tried to arch in the air and my toes on both feet curled forward involuntarily. I moaned and wailed and thrashed around for probably close to 60 seconds as wave after wave after wave of almost indescribable, intense pleasure hit me harder and harder as I kept giving my clit tiny rubs while the little girl never stopped teasing my aching, sensitive nipples. While the waves hit me, I looked in between her legs again and wondered if she had ever experienced this kind of pleasure in that little pussy. If she hadn't, she deserved to. I would be lucky if I could give it to her. As the orgasm started to subside, my whole body was shaking and sweating and I was breathing incredibly hard. I soon realized I was also incredibly exhausted, since this had been quite the prolonged physical workout. --- The little girl smiled at me and I couldn't help but notice her supple soft lips, perfectly smooth porcelain skin, and her rubbery smooth nipples again. "Feel good?", she asked in the tiniest kid voice, and I nodded in reply, not yet having the energy for words. It was also the same question she has asked me yesterday when I woke up after my first massage to her touching my lower back with a single fingertip. Oh, if I had only known. I couldn't believe that the hottest and most intense orgasm of my life was just given to me in part by not only a girl, but one as young as her. The "special" in special massage was now abundantly clear to me. "Good. Rest here now for a while, someone come soon", she said. She didn't have to tell me twice. I nodded to acknowledge her, closed my eyes, and within a few seconds I passed out. My last thought before doing so was that this was only the first day of my three-week stay here. --- Chapter 2 coming soon! Comments, thoughts, and constructive criticism are all welcome.