She was a bit lonely and a bit tens. Her boyfriend was away on holiday and the parents were giving her grief about her diploma. She needed to relax and take her mind of things. That is way she was riding an elevator to her friend for a massage.
Was this wrong? He was only a friend now, but they had a history. Not much history, nothing really ever happened, they just almost kissed once and in the heat of the moment he touched her breast. What would have happened if he didn't brake away from the kiss at the last moment? Nothing really, she thought, he had a long time girlfriend and they had a bad spell (they were arguing a lot) and she was just infatuated with him, because he was older and she just broke up with her first boyfriend.
When she rang the bell her heart fluttered a little again. He opened the door and let her in. The apartment was a bit hot (it was early summer) so he was without a shirt. The massage table was all set, but she decided to take a quick shower. He gave her a bathrobe and she was thinking if she would put her underwear on or not. She felt a bit naughty for a second thinking of not wearing anything but her reason won and she put on her powder blue bra with lace edge and matching panties.
She came out of the bathroom and disrobed herself in front of him lying down on the table. She noticed a flask of sweet smelling massage oil in a glass of hot water. She felt his eyes on her and it felt nice. He was not totally immune to her after all. Not that she wasn't immune to him, she was telling herself!
He covered her with a white cotton sheet up to her shoulders and started on her neck. He was a bit rough so she complained to him. He really took no notice of her complaint and continued the massage with the same firmness. When he moved on to her shoulders he really squeezed her deltoids muscles. It hurt so much she saw stars but when it was over she felt her tension drain away.
From now on the massage became softer and gentler. He pulled the sheet down to her panties, tucked it under the panties, unclasped the bra and started to remove her bra straps. WHAT, she thought and then realized, he really can not continue with her bra on. She raised her torso ever so slightly so he could pull the straps and the bra off. Is he trying to sneak a peek? She was angry and for a moment and she thought it was with him. She realized it was with herself, because she wanted him to look at her. She really needed him to find her sexy.
He poured more of the hot massage oil than he needed to. The oil was hot, almost too hot, but it felt nice. Almost as hot wax her boyfriend sometimes dribbled on her stomach and breasts. Her skin was slick and soft, his hands had warmed up and the feeling was relaxing. His hands were sliding up from the small of her back to her neck. She felt her inhibitions loosening, her second chakra opening up, the feeling of desire rising through her spine. She should not be feeling like this. She had a boyfriend! As if he heard her thoughts he stopped working on her back. He lifted her left hand and put it behind her back at a right angle at her elbow. This lifted her shoulder blade and he massaged muscles under her shoulder blade. She didn't know her muscles were so sore there. He did the same with her right arm.
Now he removed sheet from under her panties and slid it to her thighs. He pulled panties down almost completely uncovering her ass.
"Are you trying to undress me?" she asked. He replied he had no such intentions but if she wanted her gluteus muscles to be massaged he could not do it otherwise. She hesitated and he took the pause as a silent agreement. He poured more of the hot oil on her buttocks and started massaging her just when she was about to say no, but by then it felt too good to stop. It also felt wrong in a right kind of way. Some of the hot oil found its way between the crack of her buttocks intensifying her excitement. This is what a professional masseur would do after all so what if she liked this masseur a little bit. He was taking his time obviously enjoying himself, she thought. So was she. His finger dug deep in the sides of her gluteus muscles. It tickled in a nice way. He took his time working both sides. When he finally stopped she wished he'd continue.