I know how unreal this will probably sound but believe me, it's true. This has only ever happened the one time but it was wonderful. Around late autumn, I had wandered into a massage spa which I had recurve a 25% coupon for in the mail. I didn't often do massages, a bit spendy but that week had been rough. I had been hitting the gym every day for two weeks straight and for two hours at a time. The results had really shown too. I shaved off thirty pounds and my muscles were beginning to really chisel out. Anyhow, I walked in and the massage spa smelled like lavender and peppermint. The lounge had white sofas with black pillows and two tall water fountains added a serene white noise. I walked to the receptionist and handed my coupon.
She was a Hispanic woman, a rounded face but really gorgeous. When she actually looked up at me I noticed her attitude change to a slightly seductive one. Even with the coupon the massage was about seventy dollars but it would be very worth it. The receptionist directed me to the last room down the hall on the left. I closed the door and took in the smell of the room. It was a particular scent of rose and lilac which brought me back to the memory of a girl I went to highschool with. Ann, a five foot one red head who always wore a perfume that smelled of rose and lilacs. In highschool she was a thin thing with perky breasts and a tight ass which she had caught me staring at a time or two. We both had a mutual attraction to one another but one or both of us were in relationships. The opportunity to date never came around unfortunately. The room had a chair in one corner, a desk with various clear bottles of lotions and oils and a stack of white towels.
I undressed completely and neatly draped a white towel over myself covering three inches above and below my ass. I relaxed into the soft sounds of flute playing over a babbling crook. My body and mind relaxed and all sense of time slipped away. However long it had been, I heard a knock and a female voice call from the other side of the door.
"May I come in?" She asked. Her voice was soft and light. I told her yes and she came in. "I'm sorry for making you wait. I was just a little late."
"It's really no trouble at all." I said, voice deep and relaxed. "You just starting your shift?"
"Yeah. So I'm sorry if I'm a little tense. You'll be my first for the day." She said.
I kept my eyes closed and listened to her as she moved about the room shifting bottles and preparing herself. I couldn't really understand it at the time but something felt...familiar about the woman's presence. Before I even thought the words they came tumbling out of my mouth.
"Ann?" I asked and opened my eyes.
The woman stopped and turned to look at me. My head raised from the hole it had been pressed in. I'm not sure who was more shocked. Me or her.
"Oh my god." Ann said with a genuine smile. "I had no idea it was you. You look..." she looked me over with brows raised. I was of average height but I no longer looked pudgy. All the fat that I had had in high school was gone. Replaced by layers of sculpted muscle. Ann had filled out too. She was no longer stuck thin and had grown into herself. Her hips had curves and her breasts had enlarged too but were still rounded and perky. Her stomach had a little feminine pudge which actually added to her attractiveness. She was still five foot one with long red hair which she had tied up. In that moment, every attraction I had felt five years back came rushing at me. We just stared at each other for a long while.
"You look amazing." I said. "I don't think you've aged a single day since last time I saw you."
Ann blushed, her pale cheeks growing red.
"You look...a lot different too." She said, trying to push aside her redness. I did my best not to look at her erect nipples that were showing through the white fabric of her masseuse uniform. I smiled at her and we made eye contact before I placed n head back onto the table.
"What have you been up to since high school?" I asked.
"I finished college about two years ago and I've been doing this for a while." Ann said.
"You enjoy it?" I asked, keeping up with the small talk until more in depth conversation could ensue. I heard her snap open a lid and I could smell the oil before I heard it puddle into her hand.
"I do enjoy it. It's very relaxing for me."
"That's good." I said just as her oiled hands touched my ankles. The feeling of her hands around my ankles and her firm grip was like a surge of feeling through me. I flinched slightly and she pulled away.
"Is it alright?" Ann asked.
"It's fine. I apologize, it's been a long time since I've been touched." I cringed feeling a bit embarrassed. "Not that I haven't been touched or anything but I just...you know what I meant."
"Yeah." She chuckled and continued rubbing my leg up passed the calves. "What about you? What have you done since high school?"
I absently let out a soft moan of pleasure as she rubbed hard and deep into my calf muscles. She paused for the briefest of moments before continuing.
"Well I graduated from police academy about three years ago. Was actually just given a promotion recently." I said. "About a year back-" I groaned with pleasure as her small but exquisitely talented hands along the backs of my hamstrings.
"Is the pressure alright?" She asked.
"The pressure feels amazing." I said relaxed and comfortable. "You were saying?" Ann asked.
"Oh. Right. Sorry. What you're doing is putting me into a bit of a trance." I chuckled. "About a year back I got out of an abusive relationship. It was my fault in a way really. I should have walked away when her abusive tendencies started showing." I said. Ann paused and walked to the desk and started dribbling oil from the bottle onto my legs again. Ann was quiet for a time before I asked her if something was wrong. She continued a slow and firm motion of going up and between my thighs and back down and around my hamstrings.
"I'm sorry." She said softly.
"For what? You haven't done anything wrong Ann."
"No. I'm sorry you were abused. You don't deserve that." She said, voice soft and low. She was quiet for a few long moments before talking again. "You remember Kevin?"
"Yeah." I said unenthusiastically. Kevin was the last woman I remember Ann with after graduating high school. He was a jerk and an asshole but Ann liked him so I didn't say anything though I wish I had.
"Kevin...beat me." She whispered, voice broken and hollow. I tensed. "He became a drunk and abusive too." Her hands had stopped moving and I swear I could feel her fingers trembling slightly. Naked or not, I didn't care. I twisted around and did my best to wrap the towel around me. Ann looked up at me nervous and wary. The scars of the abuse she had suffered were evident in her blue eyes. I wrapped my arms around her and held her against me. Not tightly and certainly not restricting but comfortingly. Ann was silent and still for a long moment before she embraced me. Her head pressed against my chest. Two abused people, absorbing the comfort of the other. She pulled away and I let her go and watched the tears drip from her eyes. She delicately wiped them away, making sure not to mess up the mascara. "Thanks." Ann said with a genuine smile and gestures for me to lay back down. She resumed the massage tenderly and our conversation started up again, a little more relaxed and comfortable than before.
"Where do you live now?" I asked.
