(This is a continuation of Float Therapy Session. If you're interested in what previously happened, please revert to that story. Thank you and enjoy!)
We step into the hallway and there's an assistant there waiting on us. I immediately blush, wondering if she knows what we were doing in the floatation pod. Her demeanor remains completely professional. She's either a very good poker player or she has no idea what just happened. We're led into the massage room.
"Sir, you may sit in the chair in over there. Ma'am, please remove the robe and lie face down under the sheet. The therapist, Sharon, will be with you shortly," she instructs. She closes the door behind her on her way out.
You come up behind me and kiss my neck as you slowly slide the robe off my shoulders. You hold the robe and gently pat my behind. I walk over to the table, pull the sheet down, and slide in. I glance over and your eyes devour my every move. I turn onto my stomach and ensure I'm sufficiently covered by the sheet as you sit down in the chair. The chair has the perfect vantage point to watch the massage.
A few minutes later, there's a light knock on the door. It cracks open and a voice asks, "Are you ready?"
"Yes ma'am," I reply.
A pretty woman about my age walks in. She's wearing blue scrubs and has long brown hair up in a ponytail.
"My name is Sharon and I'll be your massage therapist today. Are there any particular areas of pain or tension?" she asks.
"My lower back and shoulders generally hold the most tension," I reply.
"Ok, I'll focus on relieving stress in those areas as I go. The main purpose of this massage is for relaxation so let me know if I need to change the strength at any time." She says.
"Yes ma'am, will do," I reply.
She puts a wrap around my hair to keep it out of the way, rubs oil on her hands, and starts rubbing my shoulders. I don't know what kind of oil she's using, but it smells like a warm spring day. It's soothing and the strength she's using is perfect. She slowly works out my knots and swipes her hands over the back of my neck. It feels amazing and I feel my body begin to relax under her touch. She massages my arms, legs, and feet. Then back up to my back, shoulders, neck. She even massages my scalp which I absolutely love.
She wipes her hands on a towel and says, "I'm going to take a short break. Relax and I'll be back in just a few minutes."
After she leaves the room, I hear "Turn over," whispered in my ear.
I turn over and you're hovering over me. You're bare chested and I can't help the arousal flooding through me as I admire your physique. I reach for you, but you step back. I'm puzzled but lie back, waiting to see what you want. You place your left hand gently around my neck and kiss me. It starts as a soft pressing of lips. Then you open my mouth and snake your tongue in, tangling with mine. You suck my tongue into your mouth, shooting desire to my core. I moan as you devour me.
Your right-hand slides down my body. Your calloused fingers scraping my oiled skin with a delicious friction causing goosebumps to pebble all over. You take your time exploring my body as if it's the first time until I'm begging for you to touch me where I need it most.
