At a quiet spa, an unsuspecting male patient lies face down, unaware of the lesbian masseuse's growing arousal. With a gentle touch, she begins, her hands exploring, lingering on his back, his arms, his legs. She leans in, her breath soft on his ear, her voice low, "You're so tense, let me help you relax." Her hands slip lower, her thumbs pressing firmly, her touch becoming more intimate. Unbeknownst to him, she's enjoying this as much as he is, her own desires stirring. As she works, she leans down, her lips brushing his neck, her tongue flicking out, tasting him, her breath hitching as she fights the urge to do more.