He browsed lazily over the local magazine, reading nothing in particular and came across on ads on about local people giving massage not the bunch of ads from Asian Massage Parlors which is basically sex for sale. But then, who cares! It's been a long week; he needed to relax and have been wondering how it felt to have a massage. So he decided to try one. He found a lady who lived near his place, gave her a call and set up for an appointment the following day.
As he drove towards her place, he was kind of nervous. He didn't know what to expect but then he remembered the stories he heard from his friends and acquaintances. Massage relaxes the body and others believe that somehow your balance and harmony with the earth is restored. That calmed his nerves and laughed off his nervousness.
A girl on her mid-twenties answered the door. She was wearing a summer dress that reaches up to just above her knees. "Hello, Rick!" She greeted, smiling warmly.
That really placed him at ease. He entered her home as she invited him to come in. He was greeted by her two friendly dogs, bouncing and circling him. Since he liked dogs, he played with them for a minute.
"I'm sorry. They are really playfully. They greet every visitor who comes to my house."
"You don't have to be sorry. I like dogs, I even had one at home." He said.
She smiled and beckoned him to follow her. The dogs tried to follow but she ordered them to stay. She led them into her kitchen and shut the door and smiled back at him and led him down her hallway to a room at the end of her house. In the room was a massage table situated at the far side of the room. There was a table beside it where different bottles of massage oil were placed. At a corner was a chair, exactly opposite the table. She walked around the table and was facing him as he proceeded to sit in the chair.
"It's nice of you to call me and try massage," She started to say.
"Well, I have been hearing that it's really nice to have a massage so I gave it a shot."
"Oh you won't be disappointed." She smiled. "I have been doing it for a year, giving home service massage."
"Is this a full time job?" He asked.
"No. Actually, I'm working as a physical therapist at the hospital. It is just a part-time for additional income and to give massages to those who can't afford to go to a massage parlor. You know, massage doesn't just benefit the receiver but also the giver."
They talked for about ten minutes about nothing in particular. Their conversation was not awkward at all. They were both enjoying it.
"So shall we start?" She asked suddenly.
"Yeah," He answered and he started to untie his shoes, just bending over since he was already seated.
He thought she would leave while he undressed but realized she didn't when he looked up and saw her still sitting in the table. He stood up, unsure what to do next, so he just started unbuttoning his shirt. This didn't seem to rattle her and she began the conversation where they left off. Once he had taken his shirt off, still talking, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled down his zipper, as if he was doing it every day with her around. He lowered his pants down his legs, bent over and took them off. He stood up with pants in his right hand and just in his briefs. He might have look confused, so she smiled at me.
"You could hang your clothes in that hook," she said as she pointed a protruding nail against the wall, just beyond his head.
