I stared at the building, lips pursed as my eyes narrowed slightly. A Christmas gift from my boss for working so hard was a coupon for a massage. It wasn't like I wasn't grateful. I absolutely was. But, I didn't like the idea of a stranger touching my body. I'd never gotten a massage before. And a part of me wanted to regift this damn coupon and just appreciate the gesture.
The crick in my neck was screaming for me to cash it in though. With a slight rub of the nape of my neck I walked into the building with a dejected sigh. There was an older woman at the counter, the waiting room smelling of a very gentle and soothing incense.
"Hello, do you have an appointment?" her voice was gentle, with a slight rasp of age. The idea of someone like her massaging me already put my mind more at ease. Certainly someone like her would be gentle and courteous with me!
"Y-yes, I have a two o'clock," I admitted shyly, approaching the counter with the coupon in my hand. She smiled warmly, glancing down at the book that was on the desk.
"Ah yes, of course. Is this your first time here?" she took the slip from me and I nodded slowly as she put a piece of paper in a clipboard.
"Please just fill this out for us so we may set up your profile, to make future visits more catered to your preferences!" she smiled warmly, handing me the pen and I took a deep breath and sat down to fill it all out. It was all about my kind of work, where I usually held my tension, where chronic pain persisted. Everything seemed normal until I saw the gender preference of the masseuse. Hesitating I flicked my pen in the no preference box, as if it didn't matter. My heart was racing when I realized there was a chance a man would have his hands all over my bare body!
"Ehem," I cleared my throat, the woman looking up from her computer with another soft, wrinkled smile.
"Thank you Ginger," she breathed, pushing up from the desk. "Come this way, we have your room ready for you," there was such a gentle aura about her, it put me back at ease as I followed her through a hallway past several cracked doors. She stopped at a room that was dimly lit, easing the door open.
"Here?" I clarified and she nodded. I walked in hesitantly noticing a robe and towel folded up on the table.
"Please undress, your masseur's name is Silas. He will be here shortly," she breathed easily and I nodded slowly, my cheeks hot as I ignored the lump in my throat. Silas. I heard the latch of the door and flinched, my heart racing. Was it too late to leave?! My hands were trembling as I started taking my clothes off one layer at a time. I got my bra off, glancing down at my thong. I pinched the cotton, hesitating.
I picked the robe up, leaving my thong on when something fell to the table. It was a weird papery material thing with a string. And that's when I realized it was disposable underwear. I took a deep breath and glanced at my thong again. Would that make me feel more covered? After some contemplation I wiggled my thong off and stepped into the flimsy panties. It covered more area but was so thin it was almost non-existent.
I folded my clothes up, setting them on the chair in the corner with my purse. I tied the robe, twirling my hair around my hand and pulling it over my shoulder. As soon as I was about to sit on the table a gentle rap at the door made me gasp.
"Uh, come in," I called out, the door opening easily. A man who looked about mid-thirties came in and I was in awe. He had dark, unruly looking hair pulled back into a bun on the crown of his head. Some pieces hung around his forehead, the back shaved into a cool design. He also had a thick, but trimmed beard. He was massive! It looked like he had to turn slightly to make it through the doorway!
"Hello Ginger," his voice was quiet and smooth, with a slight rasp in it. It was the most delicious baritone voice I had ever heard. I was enthralled by the sight of this man as he walked toward the small cabinet by the head of the table. "I heard this is your first massage," he continued, grabbing a cloth. He covered the head piece, smiling at me.
"Uh yes, first massage ever," I admitted weakly, my mind going blank as his hazel eyes studied me. There was something so comforting about his gaze.
"Well I hope I do not disappoint," he chuckled, the sound quiet but hearty. I nodded slowly, swallowing as I looked down at my robe. It was the only thing I could do to stop staring at him. His shoulders, his chest, it was like his body was struggling to stay within his grey scrubs. "Do you prefer the smell of lavender," he turned to the cabinet, holding out a few bottles. He offered one for me to sniff and I took a quick whiff, enjoying the light aroma. "Or perhaps sandalwood?" he offered another one, the earthy texture captivating. "Or maybe a gentle sage and cedar?" he waved another one and I hesitated before smiling slightly.
"The sandalwood smells wonderful," I mused and he smiled, nodding and turning back toward the cabinet.
"Please remove your robe and lie on your stomach. There is a towel on the bed you may cover yourself with," his voice was so calm and gentle. I admired the shape of his back and the way his thighs and ass filled out his pants as I eased the robe off my shoulders. With a tremor in my breath I adjusted to lie down, my nipples grazing the soft cloth under me as I relaxed. My face eased into the opening of the headrest, my body wiggling as I got comfortable. My hands deftly slid the small towel over my bottom, my body already hot.
"Ok," I breathed once I calmed down a second.
"Would you like me to turn the lights down more?" his voice was almost a whisper. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.
"Please just a bit," I murmured. I blinked a few times as the lights dimmed, smiling slightly as I adjusted again and took a deep breath. I closed my eyes again, wanting to not think. There was a gentle humming of serene music and sounds in the background. It sounded faint, but was enough to help me concentrate on that and push all my thoughts out.
"May I move your hair Ginger?" the sound of his voice was hypnotizing at this point.
