"All ready for your appointment?" The deep voice of the massage therapist rumbles into the room. I'm in my yoga pants and tank top, hair up in a messy bun. I've been waiting for this appointment for weeks. I turn to greet the therapist and try not to stare.
He's dressed all in white, a colour that sets off the tan in his skin. He's tall--taller than my ex boyfriend, anyway--and even though his shirt is loose, I can see the firmness of his muscles through it. He cracks a smile as if he knows what I'm thinking, all dimples and white teeth. The shadow of stubble on his cheeks and chin matches the chocolatey brown of his hair, but--
I'm staring again.
"Sorry," I say, breathless, then panic as I realize I all but admitted to staring at him. "I'm--out of practice with selfcare."
"Don't worry about it," The therapist says, lowering the lights and turning on an aroma therapy machine. "My name is Dante. Is there anywhere in particular you want to focus on today?"
"Just general relaxation," I answer. "I'm tight all over."
His eyes flash at my words--or do I imagine it? No... get a hold of yourself! He's a professional.
"Alright. I'll give you the room--just call my name when you're ready."
"Just--" I gesture to the massage table. "Take everything off?"
"If you're comfortable. Then climb under the towel."
Dante leaves, and damn if the lingering scent of his cologne isn't enough to make me grind my teeth. This is my own fault. Massage foreplay was always my favourite--it's only reasonable that I'm feeling a bit excited.
I pull off my clothes, then slowly slide out of my thong and bra. The air is chilled and my nipples peak, but I hurry under the towel. By the time Dante comes back in, I'm face down on the table.
"Perfect," He rumbles, sliding a hand down my shoulder. "Let's get started."
He folds the towel down just enough that it uncovers my lower back, then gets to work. The oil he pours on my skin is warm, and from the first touch of his big hands, it's hard for me not to moan. He works my muscles with expert care, and I let myself settle into the embrace of his cologne and his touch.
When it's time to move to my legs, he adjusts the towel again.
"If you want, we can keep you partially covered."
"No," I say, mortified to hear my voice come out as slightly breathless. I clear my throat. "You can take the towel off if it'll help."
He does so, sliding it off and baring my ass in one slow movement. Do I imagine it, or does he hesitate?
"Calves and feet first," He says, almost as if he's talking to himself.
A moan does escape me when he starts rubbing my lower legs and feet. It feels so good, it's as though I'm turning to liquid for him. He slowly works his way up, until he's massaging the backs of my upper thighs. My hips sway along with the pressure Dante is applying, and maybe I'm a bad person--but I spread my legs ever so slightly. I doubt he'll even notice.
He starts working the knots out of my glutes, and to my surprise, my pussy starts getting wet. I'm imagining him taking me right here on the table.
Another little gasp escapes my lips as he finds a particularly tender spot.
"Is that good?" I confirm that it is, and he works it a little harder. After a few seconds, he pauses. "If you're comfortable, bending your left knee will help me get into the knot." A little shiver runs through me, and I slowly bend my knee, exposing my entire ass to him.
His fingers trace lines across my cheeks, then slip a little bit lower. He's still moving in slow, delicate circles, and the first time he brushes against the outer lips of my vagina, I can almost tell myself it's an accident. He hums low in his throat, and the hesitant touch comes again. I keep my head down, but arch my back slightly, subtly giving him more access if he wants it.
One hand braces against my shoulder, and the other dips low again. Little by little, he starts massaging my vagina and fingering me. I get wetter, and I just know he can feel what he's doing to me.
"Dante...?" I whisper, and the pressure against my pussy increases. I spread my legs wider still, I can barely help it, and that's when I feel his first finger dip inside of me. I gasp, and he presses in farther, up to the knuckle. He swirls the juices gathering there and slowly... so slowly... starts to pump his finger in and out of me. Another shiver courses over my skin, and Dante adds another finger.
