Page 43 of Smoke

“Laugh it up,” I said, walking toward her.

“I’m sorry. It just looks so little on you.”

“I’m a big nigga, so I’m used to this shit.”

“I bet your thighs would look great in some hoochie daddy shorts,” she said, snickering.

I playfully mushed her head. “You got jokes, I see. Trying to look at my thigh meat.”

She held her stomach as she laughed harder. “Don’t make me pee on myself. I have a weak bladder with this baby.”

“Man, bring your ass on here, woman.”

I grabbed her hand and led her out of the room. She observed the amenities of the spa as we headed for the waterfall. The outside was set up like a botanical garden. It was on some Zen, one with nature type of shit.

“Oh. My. God,” Romi said as we stepped out. “This is beautiful.”

The masseuse waved us over with a smile. After a brief introduction, we were told to take off our robes and climb on the table. I tried to be respectful and not look at Romi as she came out of her robe, but as I climbed onto my table, I caught a glimpse of her getting under the sheet.

Damn.

From the back, she didn’t look pregnant at all, but that ass was sitting up just right. She had curves, and her skin was smooth and blemish free. I took in the tattoo etched down her spine. It was a vine with flowers, bees, and hummingbirds, all done in vibrant colors. That shit was sexy as hell.

I slid under the sheet and made myself comfortable. Our separate massage therapists asked about problem areas before finally getting started. We weren’t even five minutes in before she started moaning. I had to close my eyes and think of anything but the sound of her moans echoing in my ear as I gave her long, deep strokes. Too bad that didn’t work. If I hadn’t been wearing compression briefs, I would have been pitching a bigger tent than I was.

I’d never been so happy for a massage to be over because there was no way I could relax with her next to me. When theytold us to sit up, I made sure to turn my back to Romi. I caught the eye of my masseuse as she smirked.

“I totally get it,” she said, winking. “Are y’all ready for the head and hair massage?”

“What’s included in that?” Romi asked, coming to stand next to me.

“It’s one of the most popular packages. It includes head, scalp, shoulders, neck, legs, hand, arms, and feet massage. We’ll be using essential oils, hot towels, and you’ll also have the option of hot stones. We will do a deep cleaning scalp therapy including hair washing with herbal shampoo, all natural products, of course. The high frequency machine is used to improve circulation, and it feels amazing on your scalp. In addition, we do a hair mask with steam therapy along with the hydrating warm eye mask. I promise, it’s the ultimate relaxation package.”

“I could use a hair wash,” Romi said, running her fingers through her locs.

“I’ve been told I have magic hands, so I’d be more than happy to service you,” my masseuse said.

“So it’s forget me, huh?” I said.

She giggled. “We are tending to mommy and baby. I’m sure she needs this more.”

Romi laughed as she elbowed me and rubbed her stomach. “The perks of pregnancy. You said I was going to relax, so let me relax.”

“I guess, man. Go on and take her. I’m gonna head to the sauna.”

Romi eyed me for a moment, subconsciously biting her lip. When she caught herself, she shook her head and took a step away from me. That made me smirk. I could only imagine what she was thinking.

“Have her meet me in the salon when you’re done,” I told the masseuse.

“Sure thing. Come along, mama.”

Romi started behind her but stopped and came back to me. She cupped my face and kissed my cheek.

“Thank you for this,” she said quietly. “I really needed it.”

“You’re welcome. Go on. Enjoy yourself.”

I watched as she followed behind the masseuse. Looking down at my dick, I shook my head.

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