You close your laptop. Finally done your work after what felt let a long day. You try to stretch out your kinks and stiffness but don't really feel much relief. Thinking through your options you decide to grab your phone and shoot me a text.
"Hey, are you around?" You ask me.
"Yeah. What's up?" I reply.
"I finally finished working"
"Wow that's a long ass day"
"Trust me I know. I'm sore from staring down at my laptop all day"
"Blah that sounds awful"
"It is! I'm so stiff now and my neck is killing me"
"Would you care for some relief?"
"I would love some"
"Why don't I stop by and give you a nice massage then?"
"That would be so lovely"
"I'll grab some oils and be right over. You get comfy"
"I can't wait!"
You knew I was waiting to give you a massage so you figured, why not give me a chance? You decide to change into something more comfortable and accessible to make things easier when I arrive. You strip out of your clothes and put on a pair of loose shorts and a white tank top, leaving your bra off since you know it would only get in the way. You clear off the bed and scroll through your music options to try and find something calming and relaxing. You figure if you're going to go through a massage, you may as well make it a spa experience.
The doorbell rings as you hit play on a calming spa playlist. Perfect timing. You run down and open the door, letting in a gust of cold winter air as I step inside. The chill perks up your nipples, causing them to press against the light fabric of your top. After hanging up my coat, I turn to you and see them poking through. I meet your eyes with a sly smile.
"Shall we?" I ask you.
You sigh and shake your head at me. You grab my hand and lead me upstairs, the music drifting out of the bedroom. Once inside I set down a small bag you saw me carrying in. I pull out a few oil bottles and turn to you, "Why don't you light some candles and get comfy while I go warm up some oil?"
You nod and begin lighting some of the candles scattered through your room. It certainly adds to the spa atmosphere, especially after closing the blinds and have the room glow in the candlelight. You hear me fill the sink with hot water as you peel off your shirt and lay on your stomach, your breasts pressed into the soft fabric of your duvet. With the soft flickering of the candles and the gentle music playing in the background, you begin to drift off as you relax from an exhausting day.
You wake to the warm sensation of oil being poured onto your exposed bare back. You catch a whiff of citrus, a pleasant scent that perfectly matches the atmosphere you've already created.
"I was wondering where you got to." You say, your eyes still closed. You feel my hands begin to rub the oil over your smooth skin. They apply a gentle, relaxing pressure as they glide over you.
"My apologies. I wanted to make sure the oil was nice and warm before putting it on you. The warmer the oil, the more relaxed your muscles will be." I explain.
Your only reply is a soft moan. I begin kneading your shoulders, working the oil into your muscles with a determined firmness.
"You really strained yourself today." I tell you, "I can feel the tension all throughout your shoulders and neck."