As the hand slid up the inside of the thirty seven year old woman's thigh, she felt shock waves roar through her, nearly naked, body. As it moved relentlessly, it seemed, nearer to her sex so her mind was entertaining the most deliciously rude thoughts. As it slithered along that sensitive skin near to the top of her inner thigh part of her was willing it to go further. Willing it not to stop. Willing those strong fingers to keep going and plunge into her. Part of her mind, befuddled by the sensations, was willing them to invade her. Willing the younger man to shove those fingers right up her cunt.
As the twenty six year old Australian man looked at the rounded body of the woman he also felt some disturbing sensations. As his hand slid up her thigh, his fingers felt a reaction, a tensing in her muscles perhaps? He knew that he may have been imagining it, but was that a low gasp he heard? Had she screwed her eyes even more tightly shut? Had her legs opened slightly? Was she feeling the same as him? Was she becoming aroused by his touch?
It was the third time that Michaela, or Michy as most of her friends called her, had visited the physiotherapist for the pulled muscle in her lower back. The third time she'd lain on the table naked apart from her panties and towels placed discretely over her body. And each time she'd had these feelings. Initially they were hardly noticeable. The first time he'd massaged her, her mind had only briefly dwelled on the slightly erotic nature of the situation. The second time the feelings had been more powerful and now, this time, they were becoming intense, almost unbearable.
But she knew she was being ridiculous. She was a fairly imaginative sort of woman, she had to be, after all, she was a senior manager in a US, global investment bank. She was quite used to her mind thoroughly analysing situations and looking at things from all angles. After all, when you are head of mergers and acquisitions for Europe and the Middle East a woman needs to be imaginative so, as she'd laid on the table the first two times, her full, naked breasts squashed against it, she hadn't been that surprised to have the thoughts she had. After all he was a handsome, well-built young man that any women would find attractive so, lying on his table nearly naked, his hands gliding over her oiled body played to her innovative mind. But the more sensible part of her mind had brought her back to realism and had told her not to be silly. It was against all the ethics of his profession and he was probably so used to seeing nearly naked females that they wouldn't affect him, it told her. In any case, she was a respectable separated woman making it big time in banking and was not prone to having flings, well not ones that could rebound on her.
Michaela is Danish. She has the liberated, free-thinking attitude towards sex that is a feature of the Scandinavian personality. Throughout her marriage, both she and Erik her husband had embraced this philosophy so neither had felt restricted to sex within their marriage. The marriage had, in the main worked that is until the bank offered Michaela a massive promotion that meant she had to relocate to London. Erik hated the UK and downright refused. Hence, the split.
Brad had moved to the UK just over a year ago after completing his physio. course at Melbourne Medical School. He'd been fairly lucky to land the job with this practice based in the Mayfair area of London and had done well since being there. He was gradually building up his own clients, got on well with the other people in the practice, did his job really well and was becoming a valued member of the team. He loved the job and the buzz he got from his physiotherapy work. Helping people and curing them from their muscular and other aches and pains was rewarding and stimulating for him. But he'd become a little worried at the feelings he had from time to time when he worked on women, particularly attractive woman. It was against everything he'd been taught. He'd been educated to look on them as an object, a medical problem and a challenge to his knowledge and skill. He'd been told of the dangers and the temptations. The women that were around who might want more than merely medical treatment. The lecturer on ethics had advised that they were few and far between, but certainly existed and it was probable that some time in each of the students early career they would meet one. It was then that all of a physio's self-control was needed. So far, he'd had that self-control. Not that he'd come across a woman who was 'offering' herself for what Brad experienced was far worse. He was finding himself tempted by women who weren't suggesting more. And that in the UK would be an arrestable offence and one that would for certain lose him his license.
Michy had hurt her back playing tennis and after almost a week of it not getting any better she'd made an appointment at the physiotherapist. After checking in, meeting Brad and explaining the problem to him she'd been taken to a changing cubicle by a receptionist who'd told her to undress and slip on the towelling robe.
'Panties on or off?' she mused as she stood before a mirror dressed just in them. Looking at herself she realised that unthinkingly she'd worn a thong, as she usually did under tight trousers. Smiling to herself she thought. 'I wonder what he'll think of that?' She kept them on and slipping into the robe walked into the treatment room as she'd been instructed to do.
"OK Michaela, could you lay on your front on the table please and undo the tie on the robe?" Brad asked in his Aussie brogue.
Laying flat she felt him pulling the robe down her back until it was bunched around her waist. His hands prodded and probed around her lower back for some time. Brad quickly identified the problem as being one of the group of muscles near to the base of her spine having been stretched.
"Ok that's fine" he said. "Put the robe back on and sit up if you would please?"
He was standing quite close to where her knees stuck out from the edge of the table making notes on her record. Michy couldn't help thinking how dashing he looked in his tight, white, short-sleeved tunic and blue track pants. He explained the problem and told her that she'd need some faradic and ultra sound treatment and that she'd probably need three sessions.
"So if that's OK?" he smiled. "We can start."
The electronic treatment over Brad came back into the room. After asking how it felt, he said that they'd finish off with a massage.
"As the muscle that's stretched affects both your back and legs we'll need to massage both areas" he explained looking deep into her eyes.
"Sure no problem," Michy replied, quite looking forward to being massaged.
"OK well you'll need to undo the robe again and lay on your front" he explained.
