It was another hot Seattle Day as Daphne Moon strode out of the kitchen area of Frasier's apartment. Her mind was set on finishing all of the housework before the morning was over for she had decided that she to get out of the apartment before the heat of the day set in. Dr Crane was away at a conference and she had been left alone with Mr Crane for the whole week -- she had to get out and have some time on her own before Mr Crane drove her crazy.
She had began to wipe the table down with a sponge when she heard a noise behind her.
"Where do you think you're going?" she asked without turning around.
Mr Crane stopped where he was and turned towards her. "My god you must be the devil -- have you got eyes at the back of your head or something?" he asked exasperated.
Daphne spun around and walked right up to face him. "Look I told you I was going to give you a massage and that is what is going to happen. So march on back to your room and strip off -- that's an order." Her voice become louder the longer she spoke.
"You mean I going to be naked?" he asked a little concerned.
"I can't very well give you a massage with your clothes on can I? Besides you will have a towel around your waist!"
His face showed a resigned look as he marched off back to his room. It was a little over twenty minutes later when her emerged wearing a white bathrobe.
Mr Crane studied Daphne as she set up the massage table near the kitchen. She was wearing a white top that was only buttoned halfway up and tied in a knot around her waist leaving a small amount of her midriff showing. Her blue denim shorts left nothing to the imagination appearing to be several sizes too small, giving him a revealing look at her rear each time she bent over. His eyes slowly worked their way down her body to her lightly tanned long legs, which seem to somehow sparkle in the sunlight that was streaming in through the balcony doors.
He continued to watch as if entranced as the high heel wedge sandals she wore on her feet seem to make no sound as she moved about, laying a towel over the massage table -- for the first time he began to notice Daphne as a beautiful woman and not just his physical therapist. Mr Crane's mind began to race with confusing and conflicting emotions and thoughts, sensing a stirring deep within him that troubled him -- sexual attraction.
"Mr Crane..."
His eyes continued to stare ahead watching as she walked towards him appearing to emerge directly out of the sunlight, her long legs making short work of the distance between them - as she got closer to him his eyes caught a glimpse of her lacy bra beneath her white top.
"Mr Crane .....anything the matter?" Daphne asked
Mr Crane eyes blinked a few times in a involuntarily action, waking him from his daze.
"Sorry Daphne... I must have been in another world."
"So I noticed, what's wrong with you today?" she asked.
"Nothing." They were both silent for a moment as Daphne looked him over as if she was trying to work out if he was up to something, before he spoke again. "Look let's get this over with, I want to get to McGinty's. "
"You and McGinty's ......any wonder you are always sore and stiff, sitting on that bar stool all day!" she exclaimed as she held out a towel. "Here put this on, I can't give you a massage in you robe."
He screwed his face up in disgust as she held the towel in her outstretched hands.
"Don't worry I won't see your 'bits' -- look I will even close my eyes."
He watched as she closed her eyes, her arms reaching out further holding the towel -- he let his hands undo the sash of the robe, letting it slide slowly from his shoulders dropping softly the floor. He stood naked before her just for a moment before he grabbed hold of the towel, wrapping it securely around his waist.
"Ok you can open your eyes now....let's get this over with" he said rather gruffly as he made his way towards the table.
Daphne helped him climb up onto the table, directing him to lie face down.
"Ok comfy are we?" she asked as he made himself comfortable on the table.
An half muffled reply of "Yes" slipped from his lips, with his head buried on top of the massage table.
Daphne applied some massage oil to her hands before rubbing them together, spreading the oil all over her hands.
"Here we go."
Her hands touched his shoulders softly at first, rubbing them with gentle motions of her hands. His skin felt soft under her fingertips as her oiled hands slid easily over his back, in anti clockwise motions over his shoulder blades.
"Oh god!" moaned Mr Crane as she applied more pressure to his back, her hands now moving up and down his spine.
"You like that huh?" Daphne asked as her fingers delved deeper into the folds of skin on his back, applying more pressure with each passing second.
His reply was muffled as she pressed down on his back with firm strokes of her hands, radiating outwards from his spine to the sides of his back. "Uh uh....press harder...harder!"
Daphne let her hands roam his back and shoulders, applying firm pressure with her hands eliciting frequent and load moans of pleasure from Mr Crane -- for the nest ten minutes her hands massaged the soft skin of his back and shoulders, using her fingers and the palms of her hands in sweeping motions travelling down the length of his back.