Lidia granted all my wishes (II)

If in the first part she revealed the sides of her head, in this second part she takes me to experience erotic massages at Oasis Massein in Medellín

She came over slowly, with that playful smile, her ponytail swinging from side to side, giving me a glimpse of the shaved sides of her head.

She pulled me up from the chair, her hand sliding right where it counted.

“You’re gonna have to hold out,” she said. “We’re not done yet.”

Lidia grabbed my hand and led me out to the Envigado metro station. We hopped on Line A to San Antonio, switched over to Line B, and got off at Suramericana. The whole time, she looked different—brighter, like the buzzed sides of her hair were catching every bit of light. She was stunning.

We walked through busy neighborhoods, the kind where the streets are always alive, but as soon as we turned onto 42B Street in Conquistadores, things started to change. The rough brick houses faded away, replaced by upscale villas and manicured facades.

It took us a minute to find Oasis Massein. It was tucked behind a gated entrance, marked by a small sign, no bigger than a business card, that simply read “Oasis.” Lidia rang the bell.

A gorgeous woman answered, with jet-black hair and features that seemed to carry a mix of her heritage.

“Buenos días,” she said with that musical paisa accent. “You must be Lidia and Aurel, or am I mistaken?”

“That’s right, it’s us,” Lidia replied.

“Come on in,” she said, stepping aside.

The reception area was chic, a blend of Nordic minimalism and cosmopolitan flair, with the kind of beige sofa that just screamed style.

“Please, take a seat,” she said, motioning us toward the couch.

She came back with a tray holding a couple of steaming infusions—“Damiana and ginseng,” she explained—and some cold drinks: ginger with cranberry, orange peel, and mint. “To keep you hydrated and set the mood,” she added.

“So, how are you two doing?” she asked.

“Very well,” Lidia said. “We’re enjoying what Medellín has to offer.”

“First time here?”

“Yes, actually. We came to check out your services.”

“Oh, no pressure,” she laughed. “I might have to talk to the Mayor about getting a cut for bringing in the tourists.”

“Lidia, Aurel,” she continued, “here’s how it works. You booked the full Luxor therapy package, extras included. I’ll need you to pay upfront, and then we’ll go over the details. Credit card okay?”

“Yes, credit card,” Lidia answered.

She went to grab the card reader. “That’ll be 800,000 pesos,” she said.

As Lidia handed over the card, I leaned in and whispered, “That’s a lot.”

“Relax,” she said. “You deserve it. Besides, it’s less than a night in a Madrid hotel.”

“The Luxor therapy,” she explained, “is a mix of relaxation, deep tissue, Thai, energy, and soothing massage, all rolled into one. Miranda and I, she’s the other therapist, will work every inch of your bodies, awakening all five senses. Are you okay with us being fully nude?”

“More than okay,” I said, a little too eagerly. They both laughed.

“It’s a body-to-body massage,” she continued, “meaning we’ll use our legs, arms, glutes, and chests. But our, uh, private areas won’t touch yours. That clear?” she added, with a playful smile.

I nodded.

“We don’t offer oral or sexual services,” she said, turning to Lidia, “but since you opted for the full package, feel free to enjoy as many climaxes as you like. Don’t hesitate to ask if you need any specific touch to get there. That said, I’d recommend holding off till the end, because what we have in store is, well, unexpected.”

“Sounds amazing,” Lidia said.

“We’ll need you to shower before the massage.”

“Together or separate?” I asked.

“Either’s fine,” she replied, with a mischievous look. “Just don’t get carried away—we need you fresh for the session.”

Lidia and I chuckled.

“And now, the rules,” she said, her tone more serious. “You’re not allowed to touch the therapist’s private areas. I repeat, no touching. If Miranda or I notice anything, even if it’s accidental, that feels like a threat to us or you, the massage will stop immediately. Got it?”

We both nodded.

“Also, leave your phones at the reception—no photos or videos allowed.”

We handed over our phones.

“Grab a robe each, and head to the changing room. Take your time. Miranda and I will be waiting for you in the massage room.”

The changing room was cozy, with warm terracotta tiles and a plush sofa instead of the usual bench. There were hooks and shelves for our clothes. Once we were naked, we stepped into the spacious shower, where two rainfall showerheads cascaded down. I spent a little too long washing Lidia’s favorite spots, and she scolded me.

“Remember, we’re supposed to stay calm in the shower.”

I draped her robe over her shoulders, then dried myself off and rubbed her arms, legs, back, and belly to make sure she was warm and dry.

We stepped into the massage room, where the smell of something sweet filled the air, and dim lighting set the mood. As we walked down the hallway, "Her Life" by Two Feet played softly.

“Come in,” Andrea said, her voice melodic. “Let me introduce you to Miranda. I’ll be taking care of you,” she looked at me, “and Miranda will take care of Lidia.”

There were no massage tables, just two wide beds with layers of thick mattresses, everything looking luxurious.

Andrea took my hand and led me to my bed. She stood behind me, slipped off my robe, and hung it on a Scandinavian-style hook.

“Lie down on your stomach. Let’s make the most of you being relaxed,” she joked.

“The most important thing is to relax,” she whispered. “Let yourself go, don’t fight your sensations. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I breathed.

She rubbed some oil between her hands until they gleamed.

I flinched when I felt her finger glide over my left wrist, slowly tracing up my arm. She repeated the motion on the other side, stopping just before my neck. Then she moved to my ankles, tracing up each leg but avoiding my backside.

Her hands were slick with oil as she worked into my back, the ache from one hand balanced by the pleasure of the other, inching close to my hips.

Her fingers dug into my shoulders, pressing down hard, and she leaned in close, letting her nipples brush against my skin. That’s when I felt the first stirrings below.

She massaged my cheeks like she was kneading bread, then slapped them playfully and ran her hands over their curves, spreading oil as she went.

She climbed onto the bed, making me uneasy.

Her body faced the opposite way from mine.

She leaned down, her breath tickling my ankle. Her chest slid along my leg all the way up to my thigh, then she repeated the move on the other side before pivoting over me without letting her pelvis touch my backside—even though I was begging for it.

I tensed up when her nipples brushed over my shoulder blades. Each touch sent a shockwave through me, and Lidia giggled; she knew my sensitivity all too well.

When her chest finally touched my hips, I said, “I can’t take it anymore.”

“Then let’s turn over, darling,” she whispered.

She climbed down from the bed while I rolled over and settled back on the pillow. She placed her hands gently on my shoulders, pressing down just enough to let her chest hover over my face.

I sighed, “This is the best feeling ever.”

“Then enjoy it,” she said softly.

Meanwhile, Miranda had turned Lidia over as well, and I could hear her starting to moan. With her eyes closed, Lidia seemed to lose track of everything except the sensations taking over her body.

Andrea’s chest hung inches above me.

“Remember, you can’t suck on my nipples. That’s against the rules,” she whispered in my ear, her voice so soft it sent a shiver down my spine.

She moved her knees to either side of my head and leaned down, blowing gently on my chest. I shivered again. Then she pressed her whole body against mine, her skin sliding over me like silk… and I felt like I was floating.

Her thighs framed my face, the scent of her skin filling the air. When she shifted forward, her hair brushed past my stomach, and her breath tickled below. She dipped her head close to my hips, her breath cooling the sensitive skin there.

I could feel her muscles flex as she lowered herself again, letting her chest brush against me, my back arching in response. This time, the touch wasn’t just a brush—it was a full, slow rub, and I could feel every inch of her as she moved.

“Easy there, champ,” she teased. “If you don’t keep it together, we’ll have to stop.”

Lidia spoke up, laughing a little. “He’s really sensitive. I have to be extra careful with him. Skin-to-skin contact gets him going.”

“Oh, I’ve never seen anyone react like this,” Andrea said, smirking. “I’ll be gentle.”

She kept rubbing her chest against me, each movement slow and deliberate, and I was struggling to stay composed.

On the other bed, Miranda was working her magic on Lidia, her hands moving in slow, deliberate circles. Lidia was already breathing heavily, and it seemed like her entire mind was focused on the feeling building between her thighs.

Miranda’s hands worked closer and closer to the center, and every now and then, her fingers would just graze the most sensitive spot, making Lidia gasp and lose herself in the moment.

Miranda slipped her fingers inside, exploring slowly, while Lidia’s first orgasm approached like a wave about to break.

“I… I can’t take anymore,” Lidia gasped as the pleasure washed over her.

“Oh, you’ve got more in you, sweetheart. We’re just getting started,” Miranda whispered in her ear.

Then I heard Andrea speak up, “Wow, your guy has some serious stamina. Most men would’ve been finished by now.”

“Yeah, he’s something else,” Lidia panted, still catching her breath from the first wave. “You don’t even know the kind of sex we have.” She yelped when Miranda’s fingers found just the right spot again.

Andrea’s hands were working me over now, her fingers tracing the sensitive skin below, making me squirm. Her breath was hot against me as she exhaled slowly. She started massaging me in earnest, and I couldn’t hold back the groans.

“Come on, big guy,” she teased. “Aren’t you going to give me the satisfaction of getting you off?”

Lidia’s voice cut through with a shout, announcing her second orgasm.

“He only really loses it when I tell him stories,” she said, catching her breath.

“What kind of stories, huh?” Andrea laughed. “Here, we just work with our hands and bodies.” She turned to Miranda, “Hey, what do you think about putting them together?”

She gently calmed me, rubbing my chest, then pulled me up by the hands.

“Don’t get dizzy on me now,” she said, leading me over to the bed where Lidia was sprawled out.

“Now I want to see you take care of your wife,” she murmured. “Miranda and I will handle the rest.”

I had never been harder. Lidia was glowing with sweat, and as soon as I touched her, I could feel the heat radiating off her. When I slid inside, it was like she lit up all over again.

Andrea was right behind me. I heard the snap of latex as she pulled on gloves, and then the slick sound of lubricant. She circled a finger around my backside, and when she pressed inside, I froze.

“Keep going,” she whispered. “Your wife deserves this.”

I started moving again, slow at first, while her finger ventured deeper. When she found just the right spot, it was like an electric shock shot through me, making me thrust forward harder.

Miranda was working Lidia’s chest, kneading her with experienced hands.

We were like marionettes under their control. Andrea kept hitting the right spot inside me, pushing me into Lidia while Miranda’s hands guided her rhythm. It was like the two of them were pulling the strings.

Finally, when Lidia’s body was trembling uncontrollably and Andrea intensified the pressure, I lost control completely. We crashed over the edge together, caught in the best climax I’d ever experienced.

Lidia’s back arched, and my knees buckled as we both came down from the high.

I collapsed onto her, Andrea and Miranda gently soothing us, their hands warm and calming.

“Wow,” Lidia gasped. “I never expected it to be like that.”

Miranda gave Lidia’s arms a light rub, while Andrea stroked my back.

“Take your time getting up. Drink some water,” she said softly.

They helped us into fresh robes, our bodies still buzzing.

Then they walked us to the shower and stepped in with us, rinsing away the oil and sweat, their touch gentle and unhurried.

They wrapped us up in clean robes and patted us dry with careful hands.

“We’ll leave you alone now,” Andrea said, with a warm smile. “Take your time.”