As you walked into the skin care clinic, I was just finishing up with a lady who had come in for a manicure. There you stood, looking a little stressed but rested. My co-worker was at the reception desk checking your appointment. I took the opportunity to glance over your healthy build.
"Nice body. He keeps fit. Nice smile. Those jeans fits nice around that ass too," I thought to myself. I guess I lingered a little longer on the ass than I realized because when I looked back up he was smiling at me. Feeling embarrassed, and a little physically flustered, I turned to the equipment I had to clean up.
"Lori, you have a 2:30 appointment for a full body massage. He just checked in. You lucky Bitch!" She winked at me and walked away.
"Could HE be my massage appointment? No way!" I thought. My nipples hardened and suddenly felt sensitive as they brushed against my work shirt. "Wonderful! He's hot and I am in nursing scrubs! If I'm lucky, he'll be gay and not care."
I quickly prepped the massage bench and brought the heated towels and turned on the warmer for the oil. I quickly checked my hands for any possible abrasions that might feel uncomfortable for him and prepped the sheets. When I turned around, there you stood. You had hung your jacket up in the lobby and now I could see the fine outline of your broad chest beneath the tight t-shirt. Licking my lips, I then smile back. "Hi. My name is Lori. You must be Bob? I have provided you with some warm towels. I will step outside for about five minutes at which time, you can undress and lay down on your tummy with a towel across your middle. Do you have a history of any injuries I should be aware of before I begin the massage? Any disorders of the muscles or nerves?"
As you replied to all of the questions, I could feel your eyes burning into mine or was it my eyes drowning in yours? I had to get out of here now before I became tongue-tied and flustered. I quickly left you behind the curtain and rushed to the prep room to breathe again and let my heart rate slow. "Come on Lori!" I chastised myself. You are not a school girl! You are a professional! Keep your cool! He is just another customer. Try to tell yourself that all men are assholes. That will help you distance yourself."
I returned to the bench to find you stretched out in nothing but the towel. WOW! "This will be a true pleasure to do."
I place a small puddle of warm oil in my hand and created some friction to spread it out evenly and began at the calf muscles. The effleurage movements upward and back down formed a rhythm quickly. I could feel the strength, energy, and tension powered in the legs now gliding beneath my fingers. My fingertips formed circular patterns firmly exploring every detailed part of your firm form as I could feel the tensions begin to melt away beneath my touch.
Moving upward to the thighs, I reapplied fresh oil and began again, gliding up toward the buttocks I had seen earlier beneath those jeans, which now hid so delectable under the white towel. The thighs were like a power house. I thought of what those legs may have done and what they could do and I felt my breathing become a bit shallower again. I did not know if this massage was affecting you or me more. The rhythm continued. Connection formed between us as the contact became two people as one. As my fingers slid upward and inward to the inner thigh, I could feel something else at my finger tips and slyly brushed against them as I came up again and back out. I repeated this pattern a few more times before remembering where I was and the security cameras in the clinic. I felt you shift slightly as my fingers retraced that pattern a second time and you turned your face toward me with a smile.
Each time I leaned into my work, I noticed I was leaning closer to you each time. It was like an artist becoming a part of their work. There was a connection beyond the physical and it felt very good. Next, came the buttocks. As I lifted the towel to begin on the buttocks, a lump caught in my throat. It wasn't just my hands I wanted on that ass. I bit my upper lip and inhaled quickly as the firm cheeks flexed a little and my breath caught. As my hands began to glide over the left cheek, I felt a warmth engulf my whole body. Circling the outer edge of the gluteus maximus and then the upper hamstring, I realized I still had not breathed in a while and suddenly released my breath in one full rush which escaped more like a sigh. I tried to rush through that area fairly quickly so as not to get caught up. I still had a full body to do and I had a clock to stick to. Moving up along the handsome back, I took even more pleasure in the feel of the rippling smooth flow of the body beneath my hands. I wanted to please you as a massage customer so you would come back again. I put all of my efforts into this massage and when it came time to hold the towel out for you to turn over, I saw the results of my work. The towel was a little too low to hide what had happened while I was massaging you and I couldn't help but glance at the tip as it so obviously showed above the towel. I moved the towel upward to try to hide it respectfully and I glanced toward your face to see a very broad smile and couldn't help but to smile back.
I began with your hands. Gently massaging each strong, well worked finger, then to the palms. I wondered what it would feel like to have those hands touch me and I felt a tingling lower down. I wanted those hands. Moving along the arms, I felt the strength in them and longed to feel them around me. I grasped each arm closely to my side and felt your hand touch my back and your fingers graze my uniform. It sent a jolt through my whole body. Once the arms were finished, I began with the abdomen and hips. My hands gliding under the towel, brazenly touched the sides of your cock and I felt it pulsate suddenly as I did gentle circles around the abdominal cavity and down the sides along the hips and back inward again to the centre. As I made my way outward again, I glided upward to the chest. Standing directly behind you now, I leaned forward to massage that beautiful broad expanse of flat muscle, gliding under my palms. Slowly working my way toward the nipples where my fingers circled lightly around them to brush them teasingly. You flexed your pectorals beneath my fingers and I bent lower to feel the contact with the whole of my palm and didn't realise how close my nipples came to your lips. You moved your nose slightly to make contact with one stiff nipple that poked blatantly through the work shirt. I straightened back up and came around to your right side to face you. My hands began to glide back downward toward your hips and pelvis. My fingers began to slide beneath the towel and your hand came up behind my back to pull me down upon you. My chest crushed into yours as your hand moved upward behind my head to pull my lips to yours.
