Introduction
This is the second of the four chapters of this story, and will read better if you start with the first chapter, which also explains how this story came about.
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Part 6
I lay on the table for a few moments reflecting on what had just transpired. I was so aroused, my nipples hard, my pussy dripping. My mind was spinning. Victor's response to my decision to have an undraped massage brought as many questions as it answered. As I thought about this, my hand travelled downward, finding my swollen, wanting clitoris. I began to rub slowly at first and then quickening my tempo. My other hand found one breast and then the other, rolling the nipples between my fingers. The nipples that Victor had oh so briefly kissed! In my heightened state of arousal it did not take long to bring myself to orgasm, all the while imagining that it was Victor's touch providing such delight.
As my breathing began to return to normal, I slowly got up and began to dress. What was I to make of this? Was I letting my imagination run away with me again? The massage itself was as professional as any draped one he'd ever given me. His finger tips coming so near to my pussy, yet not really touching, and the way he moved my breasts to apply the powder, this was almost clinical in manner. But those kisses, sweet and oh so fleeting, there was nothing clinical about that.
And the massage of my buttocks - much more complete than usual and he's never touched me near my anus before. Surely that is not a routine part of any kind of regular therapeutic massage.
Yet neither was done in an overtly sexual manner. Still, he had to be aware of my arousal. There is no way he could have not noticed my erect nipples, the moisture clinging to my mound. Perhaps all of his female clients react this way to a nude massage? But again, I think about his lips on my nipples....does he do that to everyone?
Now fully dressed I ponder what to say to him as I leave the massage room. We generally chat for a few minutes before I leave; usually he asks me questions about my work day. But today I decide that I need to direct the conversation. I must make some comment on what just happened, I must let him know I enjoyed it. Somehow I need to let him know that I would welcome even more sensual contact but I need to do that in a totally nonthreatening way in case I have completely misread his intent. My hand on the door, I take a deep breath as I open it.
As usual, Victor is waiting for me near the door with a glass of water. I reach to take it from him using both hands, and I wrap my fingers around his hand, holding on for a moment. I look at him squarely in the eyes and say "Victor, I've never enjoyed a massage more. Air conditioning problems or not, I don't believe I'll ever go back to a draped massage .... if that's okay with you?" I took the glass from his hands, sipping the water without breaking eye contact.
Part 7
I had waited a bit uneasily for Nina to leave the massage room. I certainly hadn't wanted to get her upset during the massage; but yet I felt the need to see if she was willing to explore her sensuality a bit.
I'm glad she's right up front about enjoying that massage, and that she'd like to continue like that. But there's something behind the way she's looking directly into my eyes, holding my hand in a way she's never done before. I think she's wondering where we go from here, and not quite sure how to bring it up. Well, if I've got it wrong about her I'll probably lose her, but I've got to be honest with her.
I look directly at her, take her free hand, squeeze it affectionately, and put on a big smile to hide the butterflies in my stomach.
"Nina, I think this massage was a wonderful new experience for you. I know I enjoyed pleasing you. And I'm really happy you want to continue the same way. You'll be glad.
"I must confess that I did a few things that were not quite strictly therapeutic. I hope that I didn't do anything to upset you. But I thought you might want start to experiment a bit with some sensuality and eroticism.
"For me, seeing you at peace, totally relaxed, trusting in what I do, is a wonderful compliment. And you've such an attractive body that it's a treat to see it. I'm not sure which of us enjoyed today more."
Part 8
"Oh Victor, I bet you say that to all your female clients" Nina says, with a sly grin on her face. "I did wonder a bit though, if everything that happened in there was of a completely therapeutic nature. Not that I'm complaining."
"No, I don't say that to any of my other female clients. And I think you're quite perceptive. And I'm glad you're not complaining," I say returning her sly grin. "You've been a special client from the time you first came here and I always look forward to seeing you. What's on your mind?"
"Well Victor, I feel very comfortable here with you. But .... your massage room seems so, well, feminine. I know you have male clients, I've seen them coming into your office after me. How do they feel about it?"
"Come with me. I'll show you something that might help clear things up a bit." I open the door to the other massage room so she can check it out.
"This room seems almost clinical in comparison to the room I've always been in. It's nicely done, and certainly soothing but there is nothing even remotely sensual in its decor.
"So now I'm even more confused. Why two rooms?" "I see almost all of my clients in this room. All my male clients are treated there, and almost all of my female clients as well.
"The room where we meet is actually a resource for the community of all kinds of therapists to which I belong. I rent it out to members of the community on an as-needed basis. They use it for a variety of therapy-related things that require a relaxing feminine setting. It's in use quite often, just usually not by me.
"Right now I've only two massage clients in that room. You're one of them. The other is one of the therapists who convinced me to set up that room for the community."
"But how did I end up there?"
"When you first came to see me there was something about you that told me you have a very sensual nature. Without even thinking I decided that you needed a more sensual and welcoming place for your massages. I hoped you might even ask for a bit more sensuality. But it would have been unethical of me to take any liberties without you explicitly asking and giving permission. And I just couldn't come up with some way to make it easy for you to ask for what you wanted."
"And then the air conditioning broke."