Rub Me Down

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.

"Mhm," I hummed easily, taking a deep breath. I felt his fingers graze over my shoulders and up my neck as he parted and gathered my hair to hang off the sides of my head instead of down my neck.

"I am going to start with your neck and shoulders, ok? Let me know if it is too hard, or if you would like more pressure," he breathed, lulling me further into a relaxed state. I started to smell the sandalwood aroma and then heard his hands rub together. Soon enough those massive, muscular hands were on my shoulders. My muscles were putty in his hands instantly, every push and rub making me moan happily.

The heat of his touch, the strength and size of his fingers and palms were overwhelming in the best ways. Not even two minutes in and I was breathing heavily, my body liquid as all the tension released from my neck. After another minute he gently pressed on my shoulders, gripping the tops of my arms and applying and relieving pressure.

"How is this Ginger?" he asked softly.

"Wonderful," I purred, getting a sweet chuckle from him.

"Great, I'm going to move to your arms now," his voice sounded like the oil smelt; it was hearty and deep with so many tantalizing textures as it filled my ears. The husky scent of the oil, the feeling of his hands as they moved and molded my muscles, all of it was sensational. His hands closed around one of mine, rolling and squeezing the muscles before massaging my fingers. He moved to my other arm, working along the length and easing the tension out all the way through my fingers again!

"I already feel like a new woman," I sighed happily as he eased my arm back onto the table.

"I'm glad to hear that," he sounded amused. Soon enough his hands were on my back, starting at my shoulders and working along my muscles. His fingers would graze the sides of my breasts occasionally, making me gasp lightly at the touch. It felt innocent enough, as part of the massage. I couldn't blame him for having such large hands or long fingers. They felt like they could wrap almost all the way around me! "Is this ok?" he asked after a groan from me, his hands easing up slightly.

"No, don't stop!" I whimpered and then groaned when he pushed into my muscles, his palms seeming to roll out every single kink and knot I ever acquired in my 27 years of life! I heard the gentle scuffing of his shoes as he moved, and then his hands were on my lower back. His thumbs pressed into my dimples as his hands curled around my hips. He used his palms and thumbs to roll out every inch of my lower back, his fingers applying gentle pressure to my hips.

"Please let me know if I'm hurting you," he insisted, sounding a bit unsure as I groaned again.

"I promise this feels amazing," I whimpered as his thumbs slid under the towel and across my back before sliding up and rolling out. After a few passes I was nearly drooling, my mind numb with euphoria. I felt a wave of disappointment when his hands disappeared but then the towel lifted up from my thighs.

"I will work on your legs now," he breathed gently. I heard the rubbing of the oil over his hands and then gasped, my eyes shooting open as his hand gripped the cleft of my bottom, his fingers gripping my inner thigh. He applied a pressure, his other hand running along my hamstring methodically. I was hyperaware of this deep sensation now filling me. A warmth was starting to burn through my body, starting where his fingers nearly tucked into my crack, threating to touch my most private parts.

"How is this?" he murmured, still using one hand to roll my hamstring out as the other applied constant pressure to my bottom and inner thigh.

"Incredible," I groaned, closing my eyes slowly as I relaxed into the touch. Too soon both his hands were working all over the back of my thigh and down my calf. His strong fingers made a mess of my foot, finding stress and tension I didn't even know I had. When I heard him walk around the table my body tingled at the thought of him touching my bottom again.

This was so unlike me. I never enjoyed the idea of a stranger being so intimate with me. No matter who it was, the idea of being exposed let alone at their whim was something that made me terribly anxious. But as Silas' skilled, powerful touch muscled my body into oblivion I was a pool of puddy. And craving more of his hands on my body. There was a sour feeling whenever her stopped touching me. His hand gripped the cleft of my cheek again, his fingers curling around my thigh. They were so close to my crack and my flower. The burning heat of his touch, the way he'd push and slightly curl his fingers into my thigh was drawing all of my focus.

"Mmmm, Silas," I moaned as he pushed his palm along my hamstring. "This is so wonderful," I whimpered, intoxicated by the sandalwood aroma that permeated through the air. I felt like every part of me was being stimulated and hypnotized. Both his hands worked along my thigh, starting up at the cleft of my bottom and sliding down roughly. "Nnnnngh, god yes!" I groaned, my eyes rolling back as a knot released. He continued down my calf, obliterating my other foot with his strength. Would I be able to move, to walk after this man was through with me?

"Would you like to roll over?" he asked softly and I hesitated, biting my lip as a depraved thought crept up in my mind. My bottom was feeling incredibly left out and tense compared to the rest of me.

"Is it inappropriate to massage my glutes too? They feel so tense in comparison to everything else," I admitted sheepishly and there was a moment of silence.

"Of course I could. Would you prefer we leave the towel on or-"

"Please take it off," I whispered, my face flushed as I realized I was asking this man to expose my rump to him. I had the flimsy disposable underwear on, but as soon as he touched me they would surely be ruined by the oil or his hands.

"Alright, I am removing it now," he breathed gently, the fabric lifting up off me. After a lingering moment of anticipation I felt both his hands clamp around one cheek. I gasped, trembling at the touch. "My apologies," he went to let go but I relaxed, groaning as I smiled.

"No that felt wonderful, please keep going," I crooned. He molded, rolled, and kneaded my one cheek. At first he touched me over the paper, making it crinkle but then I heard it tear slightly. He seemed to hesitate and I took a deep breath. "If it's in the way, you may remove it or touch me under it," I whispered, not sure where this boldness was coming from.

"Thank you Ginger," he breathed gently, my name sounding incredible coming out of his mouth. One of his hands slid up from my thigh, the other from my back as they pushed under the silly little paper cover. The tugging and rolling was forcing my thighs and lips to rub together, my body starting to burn up as my heart raced. And then there were a few times his fingers slid between my cheeks as he adjusted his hand, making me whimper and tremble with delicious thrills of excitement. An intoxicating smolder started to burn through my back and thighs, my groin quivering from deep inside as I started breathing heavier. He cleared his throat and pulled his hands away, walking around the table and repeating the same massage to my other cheek. Unexpectedly, I felt his fingers dip nearly between my thighs making me gasp as my eyes flashed open.

He didn't hesitate so maybe he didn't realize it. But I certainly did! My body was on fire at this point, my heart racing as a rumbling desire started to bubble inside of me. Too soon he pulled his hands away, the towel draping over me gently.

"Please turn over. Feel free to cover your chest too, I put another towel out for your," his voice sounded above my head again. He was probably by the cabinet, facing away. I moved my arms, feeling like jelly as I adjusted. I got onto my back, my nipples puckered as a slight chill rolled over my skin. I adjusted the towel on my hips, letting it cover my crotch. I glanced at the second towel and, out of character yet again, opted not to cover my breasts.

"Ok," I breathed, wiggling to get comfortable again.

"I am going to adjust your hair again," he offered quietly, my lips parted and relaxed as I closed my eyes. His large hands lifted my head, gently moving my hair away from my neck and shoulders again. "Would you like me to massage your scalp? Your head?" he continued, easing my head back down.

"Absolutely," I purred, eager to get his hands back on me. Soon enough his fingers were massaging my scalp and temples. He worked all over my face, neck, and scalp. It was invigorating. "Who knew someone could carry tension in their forehead," I whimpered as he pressed his thumbs across it. He chuckled, the sound stirring something inside of me.

"You are one of the most vocally appreciative clients I have had," he mused gently and I smiled, laughing once as I took a deep breath and sighed happily as his fingers rolled down the sides and back of my neck to my shoulders.

"Well you are too talented not to praise," I mumbled, groaning happily as he started massaging my shoulders again.

"Thank you Ginger, I appreciate the compliment," he whispered, his voice so close to me. I opened my eyes, staring up in the dimly lit room to see his face as he watched his hands. He rubbed my shoulders and upper arms as I studied his features. Even from this angle he looked incredibly handsome and somehow even taller and broader than when looking at him straight on. His hands slid over my collar bones and I closed my eyes, my mouth falling open as I exhaled.

His thumbs pushed along the tops of my breasts as his fingers pushed the sides of my breasts and my armpits. I heard a huff of air from him as he continued to massage my pecs and the muscles on the sides of my chest. "A bit more pressure please," I whispered and he cleared his throat, his hands pushing a bit harder. I exhaled happily, smiling slightly as I enjoyed the warmth that consumed me.

"These muscles can be very sensitive and tender, so I don't think I should push hard here," he breathed as his hands gently slid along my ribs, bumping up under my breasts.

"Oh that's perfect," I moaned softly after a few passes, enjoying the innocent but flirtatious caresses to my breasts. He was probably staying completely professional and here I was loving the way this man's large, hot hands were caressing my body and teasing my breasts.

"There was no concern about any abdominal issues on your sheet so would you be comfortable if I massaged your stomach as well?" he asked gently and I could only nod. I heard his gentle steps and then felt his hands on my waist as his thumbs and palms worked down my stomach. It wasn't too rough, but it wasn't a gentle touch either. Every pass ended with his hands sliding under the towel to my hips, his thumbs pushing under the front of that flimsy paper underwear. One push was so far under the towel I felt his thumbs brush across my trimmed hair.

I quivered at the sensation, my body tingling as I exhaled sharply.

"Sorry," he breathed and I could only whimper when on the next pass down he didn't go nearly as far. Two more times of him stopping short and I was mad with desire to feel that again.

"Please ignore my reactions. I-I am embarrassed to admit this but I haven't been intimate with a man in a long time. So I," I blushed, realizing what I was saying.

"It's very natural, Ginger, don't be embarrassed," he insisted gently and I nodded slowly.

"If you can ignore it, I would appreciate you to massage my entire body without reservations. I just hope you are not offended," I whispered and he actually laughed gently.

"No it is rather flattering that my massage could make you feel so good and be so comfortable," he admitted gently and I smiled, moaning when his hands pushed over my hips toward my thighs as his thumbs rubbed across my entire mound. His thumbs moved back and forth over my trimmed hair a few times, teasing and massaging my flesh making me whimper. "May I move the towel?" he asked softly.

"Mhm," I nodded once and then the fabric was lifted up off my hips. His hands pushed up the outside of my thigh and toward my hip before sliding across to the top and pushing back down toward my knee. Each pass his one hand would brush up under the paper underwear and dive along the crevice of my thigh. This made him bump and rub up against my lips occasionally if he wasn't careful, and I was quickly burning up with lust. As soon as I started humming with my breaths, my heart racing I think he realized the affect he was having on me and his hands travelled down my leg to my shin and foot. He worked to the other side, again massaging the outside and top of my thigh magically.

My entire body was on fire at this point, my face flushed as my thighs and groin throbbed desperately. His ministrations, the occasional and accidental teasing caresses, all of it was sending me to an amazing high of seraphic euphoria. "Would you like a few stretches to help wake up your joints after lying down for a while?" he asked softly.

"Yes, anything to stay on your table," I laughed at myself and he chuckled. "I promise I am really just trying to appreciate the massage," I insisted feebly as his hands slid up my left leg. He gripped under my knee, easing my leg up to my chest before rolling my hip open. I think he saw me wince when he tried pushing my leg out more, my inner thigh completely exposed to him.

"Are you tight here?" his one hand gripped my thigh right next to my groin, his palm pushing and rubbing the muscle.

"Y-yes!" I gasped, my hands gripping the table as I tried to ignore the lewd thoughts running through my mind. The heat and pressure of his hand was brushing up against me, my insides quivering and throbbing out of desperation.