It had been a long couple of weeks. I was single and had been talking, flirting with a few, but wanted no type of serious relationship. Because of long hours at work and some long hours of printing in a side business I owned, I was tired and a bit stressed. My upper back had been hurting from some bad posture decisions and I knew it was time to call on my therapist.
I tried calling my usual massage therapist, Tera, but she was busy and wouldn't be in town for a couple weeks. So, instead I called Ellie. Ellie is a 29 year old former college basketball athlete who went to school for sports medicine and massage therapy. Not a bad combination for a nearly 40 year old amateur athlete like myself.
Ellie took my call and said she was free after noon on Tuesday, which was good, as this was a Monday I called her on. I hung up the phone and spent the rest of the afternoon and evening doing laundry and relaxing.
Tuesday about 1 pm, I got a text from Ellie that she was just pulling into town and would be by my apartment in a few minutes. I put on a nice relaxing scent in the wax warmer and turned on a mix of Enya and Mozart. I enjoyed the music and the aromatherapy during my massages.
There was a knock at my door and I went down and helped Ellie bring in her cases. We carried her massage table and accessories up the stairs and into my bedroom. I noticed immediately how Ellie had lost weight since the last time I saw her. Ellie was 6'0 tall and weighed about 160lbs. She was wearing a short white shirt with capped sleeves and she was wearing some light blue shorts that showed off her tanned runner's legs. Ellie had been working out often and I knew she had recently run a marathon.
As she put together the table and laid out the sheets I watched her closely. I watched her light muscles ripple beneath her skin. I watched how her chest moved as she tucked the corners. She moved around the table and I was able to view how her shapely hamstrings went up and were hidden by the bottom of her shorts.
Pretty soon she was finished and she told me to hop up on the bed. I pulled off my clothes leaving only my boxer briefs. They were those tight under armour style ones that left little to the imagination, but, still, she was my massage therapist, and I thought being nude might send the wrong message.
She spent the next hour massaging every part of my unclothed body, kneading, pressing and sometimes tickling my muscles. This caused both a sense of relaxation, but some of the pain involved also created arousal. As I lay there, I noticed Ellie spent a little extra time on my lower glutes and inner thighs. It was nearly impossible to not get aroused.
Ellie finished up and went off to my bathroom to wash her hands. I jumped down from the table and was reaching for my shorts when Ellie walked in. She stopped in her tracks for just a moment and looked down at my waist. My erection was more than clear. I smiled and continued grabbing my shorts and putting them on.
I continued to dress as she folded her sheets and put her table back into its bag. A few minutes later and I had a hold of the bag and carried it out the door to her car. I paid her for the massage and thanked her for her time. I caught her look down at my shorts again, so, I explained I needed to take a shower and she was definitely welcome to join. Ellie hesitated for a moment, looked at the time on her cell phone and told me she really didn't have time for a shower, but, she could definitely go for something else.