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The sultry Russian teen lay supine on the massage table, her milky pale skin glistening under the warm lamp light. Her name was Natasha, a lithe and lithe 18-year-old whose innocence was as pure as a summer’s breeze. She had come to the massage parlor to treat herself to something extra special – her very first erotic massage.

“Irinka, are you ready for me, darling?” called out Marina, the experienced masseuse, as she entered the room. Marina was in her mid-30s, a statuesque brunette with an air of worldliness and decadence exuding from her very presence.

Natasha blushed hotly as she modestly covered her naked body with a towel. “Y-yes, I think so…” she stammered nervously, her cheeks flushing a delicate pink. Marina chuckled knowingly.

“Don’t fret, love. Just relax and let me work my magic.” She patted Natasha’s shoulder reassuringly before leaving the room to wash her hands.

Moments later, Marina returned, her hands dripping with warm oil. “Now undo that towel, unveil those gorgeous curves. I need to massage the oil into your skin.” Natasha bit her lip, heart racing, but complied, slowly exposing her flawless nudity, pausing only to cross her arms over her perky breasts.

“Such perfection,” Marina breathed appreciatively, her professionalism slipping slightly. She began to oil up Natasha’s body, starting at her slender neck and trailing down to the swell of her breasts, her deft fingers kneading and stroking each supple mound until Natasha let out a small gasp.

“Oh!” she exclaimed at Marina’s bold touch, instinctively arching her back. Marina merely smiled enigmatically in response. “Feel how it feels, dear girl. Surrender to my hands upon your flesh.”

Natasha obliged, her eyes fluttering shut as Marina continued to work the oil into her body, venturing lower, down the flat plane of her toned stomach, dipping briefly into her naval before moving on, past her hips to the forbidden upper thighs.

Marina pressed and caressed Natasha’s limp limbs, slowly massaging inward, inward, hemming ever closer to the untouched pink folds hidden beneath. Natasha’s breathing intensified, her chest rising and falling rapidly as anticipated sensations built in delicious tension. Would Marina dare…?

She did. As Natasha lay there trembling in anticipation, Marina’s slick fingers finally slid between her slick, dewy folds, teasing gently, just a hint of forbidden pressure at her sensitive entrance. Natasha cried out in shock and pleasure, hands clutching wildly at the massage table.

“Marina! What… what are you…?” She trailed off into breathy little whimpers as Marina continued her delicate manipulations, exploring Natasha’s most intimate places with a touch that was almost reverent in its intent.

“Shh, darling. I need to take you to a higher plane of ecstasy,” Marina purred, her fingers knowingly stroking just so, stoking a growing heat that began to unfurl deep within Natasha’s untouched body.

Natasha squirmed and whined as new sensations overtook her, pleasure building higher and higher, poised on the brink of threshold. “Marina, it’s too much! I can’t… I’ve never felt… aaahhhhh!”

Natasha’s scream of rapture echoed off the massage room walls as she was wracked by her very first orgasm, Marina’s fingers orchestrating her every moan and shudder. Waves of euphoria crashed over Natasha’s petite form, leaving her limp and blissful, panting as if she had just run a marathon. Tears of joy leaked from her closed eyes.

“Oh my god, Marina. I never knew it could feel like that,” she whispered in awe. “I am ruined for other men!”

Marina merely laughed and cleaned her hands. “Good. You’re a woman, now, Natasha. And full of the knowledge few achieve in a lifetime. Cherish it always.”

clasped the trembling teen to her bosom. “You did well, my sweet. Rest now.”

Exhausted but sated, Natasha drifted into peaceful slumber, dreams of oil and pleasure dancing in her mind…