John's back has been hurting him for weeks.
Working hunched over a computer every day, he would often remain frozen in one position for hours at a time. The moment he tried to stand up, his back protested, almost as if it had become accustomed to his slouched posture.
John's chiropractor advised him to stretch regularly and informed him that he could take a heroic dose of aspirin to treat the pain. Although John tried to stretch periodically, his back remained tight and uncomfortable, and he worried about the long term effects of all that aspirin on his stomach. Something needed to change, and John was getting desperate.
That is how John found himself standing outside a massage parlor. He had never had a professional massage before, but with his options limited due to his low-cost healthcare plan, the strip-mall massage shop seemed worth a shot.
John felt nervous as he entered the parlor. He was greeted by a sparsely decorated waiting room with pastel green walls and a few chairs. An elderly woman with gray hair sat behind a desk. She looked up as he entered and gave him a warm smile.
"Welcome," she said.
"Hello," John replied, glancing around the room. "This is my first time here. Do I need to make an appointment?"
"You can make an appointment, but we can accommodate you now if you'd like," she said, still smiling.
"Perfect," John replied, allowing himself to smile back at her.
The old woman stood up and guided John through a doorway to her left. He followed her into a small corridor, then into another room with a massage table. John was a bit surprised at being brought to the table so quickly. He assumed there would be some sort of paperwork before getting to it. He hadn't even given her his name. But perhaps, as John thought, this wasn't that kind of establishment.
"Are you the masseuse?" John asked.
"No, no," she replied. "Amy will take care of you today. Go ahead and undress to your comfort level and lay on the table." She motioned toward it.
"Oh, okay. Thank you."
She nodded as she stepped backward out of the room and closed the door.
The room was quiet and dimly lit, with completely bare walls. John felt a bit uncomfortable in this unfamiliar situation. As he started to unbuckle his belt, he wondered if he was supposed to get completely naked.
He decided to undress down to just his underwear, and he piled his clothing on a chair in the corner. He climbed onto the padded massage table and laid down on his stomach. Then, placing his face into the padded opening in the table, he found himself looking down at the tiled floor.
After laying there for a moment, trying not to feel awkward, John heard the door crack open.
"I see you are all ready to go."
It was not the old woman, but a new voice. Her voice was soft and playful. John looked up from the hole in the table to see that she was facing away from him as she closed the door.
John's eyes widened with surprise.
The woman had a very shapely figure. She was wearing white scrubs that fit tightly to her hourglass figure, but most notably, John found himself at eye level with her prominent behind. Her white pants were made of a thin material that pulled tight across her shapely hips and thighs but hung loose below her knee.
John had barely processed what he was seeing when she spun around and looked down at him. In this small room, she was standing only a couple feet away from him.
John looked up from her waist to meet her gaze, but he was stopped midway.
Looming over him were perhaps the largest breasts John had ever had the pleasure to see in person. They stood prominently on her slim torso, barely contained within her tight top. He thought her pants had been tight on her plump backside, but her top was truly overstuffed by comparison. The metal snaps that held the two sides together were straining to contain her bosom, and the fabric was rippled as it struggled to conform to her shape.
After what felt like several seconds of blatant staring, John finally managed to make eye contact with her.
She was stunning, with high cheekbones, dark eyes, and full lips adorned with red lipstick. Her hair was dark, nearly black, worn back in a ponytail, but with two pieces of hair hanging free, framing her face.
She grinned as she looked down at him.
John’s mind reeled after the series of surprises he just experienced. This woman appeared to have won the genetic lottery when it came to looks. He figured she must be used to getting that kind of reaction from men. Regardless, John felt embarrassed for having gawked at her chest.
"Hello," John finally managed to say, his voice stuttering slightly.
"Hi. My name is Amy. I'll be taking care of you today."
"I'm John," he replied. He noticed that his heart rate had quickened and he could feel his pulse throbbing in his ears.
Her body glided to the side of the table on which John laid. She was carrying a small basket full of various massage oils, with a white towel draped over her arm.
His eyes followed her closely before she moved out of his field of view.
Despite her smooth movements, John observed her breasts bouncing noticeably as she walked. She was clearly not wearing a bra, and John had faintly detected the protrusion of her nipples through her shirt.
John wondered to himself if they even made bras big enough for tits like hers. If they did, they almost certainly would be special ordered. No off-the-shelf bra would accommodate someone who had a slim torso and such enormous breasts.
The sound of Amy sitting her basket on the ground brought John back to reality.
"So, what brought you in today, John?" Amy’s serene voice reached out to him from where she stood at the edge of the table.
John turned partially on his side, propping himself up on one elbow, so that he could look up at her once again.
"Well, my back has been causing me a lot of discomfort."
"I figured as much. I can massage you anywhere you would like, but most people come in here complaining of back pain." Amy said it with a mischievous laugh.
John's heart fluttered at the implications of her statement.
"Well," he started. "Mostly my lower back has been bothering me, but I also have a lot of tightness around my shoulders."
"Fair enough. Lie back down, and I'll get started. Do you have any preference scent?"
"Uhhh, not in particular," John replied while turning to again lay his face in the padded hole.
Amy reached down and plucked a small bottle from her basket and set it on the edge of the table.
"You’ve never been here before, have you?" Amy asked.
"No. I've never gotten a massage before, actually."
"Well, I’ll be sure to make this an extra special massage," Amy said. John could almost hear her grinning through her sultry voice.
Amy poured a bit of oil on the center of John's back. He was surprised that the oil was already warm. John speculated that they warmed the oil up in advance to make it more comfortable. He was trying to distract himself from the reality that he was about to be physically touched by this overwhelmingly attractive woman.
A floral scent reached John's nose just as Amy's hands touched his back. She began to rub the oil up the length of his back and onto his shoulders. Her touch was soft but deliberate. John's heart was pounding. But slowly, he was allowing himself to relax.
Amy expertly kneaded her fingers into John's upper back and shoulders. She applied pressure in all the right places, gradually working out the knots in John's muscles.
"How does that feel, John?"
John paused for a moment before responding. "It's very nice."
"Good," she said. It sounded almost as if she was whispering in John’s ear.
She moved to his lower back, working up and down the muscles along his spine. John began to feel as if he was going to melt as he savored the sensation of Amy's fingers.
Amy then began working her way back up, massaging the far side of his upper back. Her dangling breasts gently grazed John's arm, which lay at his side.
John, now feeling deeply relaxed, noticed the touch of her tremendous bosom. He could picture her huge breasts stretching that tight, white fabric as she expertly worked over him.
He imagined that they would be bouncing and jiggling as she moved. The image caused a twitch in John's crotch.
"Would you like me to massage your neck, John? A lot of tension can be stored in your neck, and you can feel it all the way down in your back," Amy said while gently tracing her fingers down the length of his spine.
"Sure," he replied quietly.
Amy wiped away the excess oil from John's back with the towel. She then positioned herself over John's so that she could reach both of her hands on the sides of his neck. She rubbed gently before leaning further forward. She rested her forearms on John's upper back and then rested her chest on his back.
"Sorry, I need to lean on you a bit to get your neck," she said, massaging more deeply the muscles that run up to the base of his skull.
John's voice caught in his throat. He could feel the warm expanse of her breasts as they spread out across him. Even through the taught fabric of her top, he could feel how soft they were. There was no doubt in his mind that they were natural. Huge and natural.
"How does that feel, John?" she asked again.
"Very... nice," he replied. The pulses of sensation in his underwear began to develop into something more serious.
"I'm glad you like it." This time she really was whispering right in John's ear.
