An hour later, the buzzer hit again. I groaned at it and had to prepare for what was going to happen next. It took me a couple of minutes to crawl over to the door.
"Yes?" I said.
"It's Hanna," was the reply to my query, "I heard you were feeling ill, let me up and lets see what we can do about it."
I realized at this moment what they were all plotting.
They were plotting to kill me, but what a way to go. I unlocked the door to let her up. I heard banging down the hall before I heard the knock at the door.
"Comeon in," I said as I sprawled out on the couch and in graced the lovely Hanna. Lovely. I love redheads, which explained why I was with my ex for so long as it was. Hanna was tall for a woman, easily standing at 6 foot without heels, and then she had her own grace and confidence to add heels onto that on most days. She had her curly/wavy long red hair in a bushy ponytail behind her head as she carried in a massage table.
"You look like hell," she said as she set up the table, "I thought I'd help you out before your big visit."
"Ugh, don't remind me," I said, but I drank in her shape. He knew she had an athletic body from previous times with her, but here she was, dressed down in slippers, pajama pants, and a hoodie. Maybe she was actually here to give him company. Hanna did massage therapy for a supplemental income. Many guys in the office knew about it. In fact, many men in the office got smacked with sexual harassment warnings in her behalf when they asked her how much it was extra for a "Happy Ending."
She had simply told those guys in particular that asking the question itself automatically removed them from ever being a client. Yet every time someone whistle blew on her behalf, she simply laughed about it.
"Go and take yourself a shower," she said, "and come back here and I'll give you a massage. I don't want you going off and doing something stupid cause you aren't relaxed when you see your ex later."
"It's a nice thought," I said, "But I don't have any cash."
"This one is a freebie. It will set your mind at ease, and if I know a few others, they probably wore you out," she smirked at me. Yeah, she was the crew leader. She knew. Silly me for thinking that this massage was actually going to be innocent
I went and I showered. Twice while working, I actually got a massage from Hanna. They were heavenly, and even though we've fooled around, she was professional about the ordeal. While I do help relieve some of her tension, when it comes down to the massage craft, she keeps it serious. So, I cleaned up, all the while thinking, "Why didn't I shower after Tracy left? I think I got strawberry seeds on my nuts!"
I lathered, and clean boxers and a towel. It was all going to be innocent right. I walked back into the living room and she was naked!
With the ladies, I never saw any of them fully naked. Sure, I've seen the important parts naked, but they always kept some sense of clothes on. This is the first time I saw Hanna completely naked and she was a vision of loveliness that I couldn't believe was being hidden from me. She undid her hair so it was in a long tangly mane and had parted it over her shoulders so it hung down just above the nipples of her firm breasts, each adorned with a nipple ring. She had shaven since the last time I saw her pussy, from a minor red bush to a simple landing strip. I just stood awestruck and she walked over to me, and smacked me lightly on the ass, pointing me down to her massage table that was set low to the ground. My cock started to cry in my shorts wanting to go up for round four!
"Go lay down," she said. Who was I to complain, and I did just that. I might have been right in the first assumption about the fact that they were trying to kill me. I laid down, and let her do her own magic.
Quiet honestly, I just let her do her work. I did say she was serious at her craft and she was. Hanna wasn't just a masseuse; it was like she was a chiropractor too. She bent my shoulders and arms and neck and other body parts in ways that made me cry for mercy, but when she was done, it was worth it. There should have been things sexual about the whole thing, after all, she was naked and pretty much a goddess.
She flipped me over onto my back and continued her assault on my body. I moaned, I groaned. I did so much moaning and groaning I shouted "I'm gonna cum!" as a joke. She smacked my thigh in response to that one. There really was no talking in-between us except me going "oh yeah, right there, oh god."
So I laid there on my back, exhausted. The only muscle on my body that was getting any tension, and due to the fact that I already let off steam multiple times today, wasn't fully tense. I just enjoyed the pleasant throbbing of circulation properly going back through my muscles, as the tension was gone in general.
