Scott knocked on her door, and waited.
"That you Scott?"
"Yeah Cora. Just me."
"Ok. Come on in, I'm getting in the shower, I'll be just a moment. Why don't you lay down on the mat?"
Cora was a massage therapist in her spare time, which recently, there wasn't very much of. Scott, an old friend had been owed one of her fabled massages for a long time, but never seems to have the chance to collect. Today was his lucky day.
Scott took off his button-down shirt, and left just his thin Thanes t shirt on. The massage mat on the floor was firm, but comfortable. He laid down, on his belly with his arms at his sides, and closed his eyes. The soft "new age" music sounded like wind chimes, dripping water, and some kinds of guitar. Slowly, he stared to relax a little.
He heard the shower turn off, and the door open. He didn't bother to open his eyes. He was, after all, relaxing.
"Don't get up. I'll be right there." Cora whispered.
"That's fine, I wasn't getting up anyway." Scott mumbled, half into the massage mat. A moment later, he felt her thighs around him, as she straddled his lower back. The warmth of her skin soothed him, and made his muscles release just a bit more.
She started in small circles on the small of his back, where his back worked so hard to hold him up all day. Slowly moving out, and up his back, she worked out knots in his muscles, and carefully caressed his skin. The t-shirt was not cooperating. It bunched, and twisted, and just got in the way.
"...So it will have to go. I'll help you." She ordered. Too mellowed to argue, he wiggled his arms around and tugged up. He was now bare from the waist up. This was not uncomfortable, just a little unusual. He noticed how much nicer, and smoother her legs felt on his back without the cloth between them. She started working again. Rough and coarse, like she was working with stiff clay. Then soft, sesnously like you would touch a sleeping lover. Releasing the last of his stress, she worked his shoulders, traps, and neck and arms.
"Let me get your lower back a bit better." She was whispering again. While still very relaxing, something her voice sent tingles up his spine. She slid around, dragging her self across him, until she was sitting on him, with her bottom on his shoulderblades. Scott could feel her sofy fleshy thighs on him, and enjoyed it deeply. She started massaging again on the small of his back, and worked toward his legs.
Soon, she ran against his waistband, and belt. She ran against it several times, as if she were trying to move past it. Scott took the suggestion, and undid his belt and pants from underneath him.
"Thank you." Her soft whisper again. Now she pushed his pants half way over his bottom, and started moving back and forth again freely. Cora seemed to be pressing all of herself into him, not just her hands. After a few moments, and a few more bumps into his belt, she asked, "Why don't we just take these the rest of the way off?"
"Sure." A stunned reply to be sure. With a tug, and a wiggle, they were off, and he was naked, with a beautiful woman stroking him. His body tingled with sensual massage, and sexual tension.
"And... since you are undressed now..." She opened a small bottle, and drizzled oil on his body. With long effleurage strokes, she spread the oil. It smelled of sweet almonds, and sandalwood.
Scott was in a quiet extasy. In addition to the intense physical relaxation, his skin was exhilarated by her touch, and by what she was touching. Her hands roamed across all of his back, bottom, and legs as if it was common to stroke people all over. Working on his strong hamstrings and calves wiped the last of his stress away. His muscles were completely relaxed.
