She was so glad this long, frustrating day and difficult work week was over. She straightened up the mahogany desk in her office and filed the last of her paperwork. She slipped out of her fashionable, yet uncomfortable high heels and into her well-cushioned running shoes before heading home. She was trying to put the last team conference call out of her mind. She put on her ear phones and brought up her favorite playlist as she headed down the elevator to make her getaway. She was still the last one out of the office, though. Her phone vibrated and she got a reminder that she had her weekly massage in ninety minutes, and a wave of relief eased through her tense body. She was looking forward to this massage more than any in recent memory, just because of how stressful this whole week and especially today, had been. Finally-something to look forward to!
She exited the building, and her pace quickened as she hurried to her expensive import in her assigned parking space-right next to the execs. In the back of her mind, she still felt the hard work and long hours would pay off for her as she steadily climbed the corporate ladder. She felt her hard work, determination and drive would finally be recognized for the promotion she felt she already earned, but was still in contention for.
Just as she settled into the driver's seat, she got a text message on her phone. Her usual masseuse would be unable to keep the appointment. However, it read, they could send a replacement who was well qualified and very well reviewed in her place. An exasperated look crossed her face as she thought, just another frustrating thing to add to an extremely frustrating week. She queried about canceling altogether. Fuck it, she decided. I NEED this and I EARNED this. Even though she adored her usual masseuse, the tension in her neck, back and the rest of her body needed a release. Any massage is better than no massage, so she agreed to the replacement.
She arrived home and parked her car, letting out a huge sigh. She rested her head on her steering wheel. She wasn't sure if she had the energy to move, but she finally exited her car and entered her house. She made a beeline to the wine and poured herself a tall glass. She took a long, deep drink to slake her thirst. She had about an hour before her scheduled massage appointment.
She took another deep drink as she walked towards her bedroom. She set the glass down upon her nightstand and crumpled backward on her bed. She was questioning her decision to keep the appointment, as she felt she could sleep for a whole year. Her neck and shoulders were especially sore, and since she had canceled her previous appointment, she felt obliged to keep this one.
She ran her fingers through her hair, breathed deeply and dragged herself off the bed. She started slowly undressing and letting her work clothes drop to the floor. She had no energy to pick them up at this time. As she got to the bathroom door she was down to her lace bra and panties. She finished off the wine before removing her undergarments and turned on the shower. As the water was heating up, she walked naked back to the wine bottle and poured herself another large glass. She honestly didn't care if anyone saw her au naturel.She was very proud of her figure and the work she did to maintain it. It perked her up a bit as she thought of a neighbor getting a free peak!
She stepped into her big glass shower, letting the warm water splash all over her. The water and shower mist enveloped her like a warm hug. The shower definitely helped ease her tension a bit. She rubbed the taut muscles in the back of her neck and ran her fingers through her long, drenched hair, letting out a deep sigh. She tried not to think of anything as her hands ran aimlessly across her body. She hugged herself, causing her supple breasts to mash together. She parted her lips slightly, letting the water run down her face and make little streams down her athletic body. She let her hands slide down and follow the water's path, first across her shoulders, then her breasts and down her waist, where she hugged herself again.
"Long, long, week",' she thought.
Her hands gently caressed their way down her toned midriff, to her thighs and calves, where she paused and stretched. Slowly rising back up, her fingers slid over her freshly shaven pussy. She subconsciously bit her lower lip as her fingers lingered and played just a bit. She knew the massage attendant would be arriving soon, so she reluctantly held off on pleasuring herself. She reached her hands above her head and stretched again, feeling some of the built up tightness release from her thoroughly wound up body. She turned the water off and stepped out of the shower and slipped into her most comfortable, oversized robe
She finished her second glass of wine and felt the warmth spread through her body..Her regular therapist was a pretty woman who she immediately connected with. They quickly built a level of chemistry and trust, where they could talk about almost anything, including men(or currently, lack thereof). She frowned a bit, thinking she would definitely miss her for this appointment,
She walked towards the kitchen to pour her third glass of wine when the doorbell rang. She hesitated a moment, before deciding the pour was more important than the door. After another healthy fill, she walked to the door and opened it slightly through the locks.
"Hello! My name is Jeff. I am here for your massage appointment."
As he was saying this, she did a quick once over and her lips parted. First, she just assumed it would be another woman, Second, she had no idea he would be so attractive! She closed the door fully, paused and closed her eyes. She clearly wasn't expecting a male specimen such as this to be her massage therapist. Immediately, carnal thoughts, aided by the delicious wine, flooded her mind. She was abruptly shaken out of her sinful reverie by another knock on the door. She must have been lost in lust longer than she expected! She opened the door wide and let him through to the foyer.
Her once over turned into a twice over, as she started to take in the details. Slightly wavy, dirty blonde hair- a little unkempt from the wind she felt as she opened the door. Hazel eyes, a strong jawline, but highlighted with a warm, friendly smile with good teeth. As he walked past her into the house, she lingered more on his athletic physique. He was probably close to six feet and wearing a white short sleeve collared shirt and white pants. She noticed his defined chest and broad shoulders under his shirt, and the trim waist and cute butt! She was so lost in thought-and wine-that she almost missed his extended handshake. She tried to slither her fingers into his, but by his grip, he seemed more professional than she hoped he would be.
"Where would you like me to set up?" he asked.
In my bedroom, she thought to herself,as lascivious acts entered her mind,
"I have some space near the couch in the living room", she said.
"It will take a few minutes to get ready", he replied.
"What should I wear for the massage?"
"Whatever you're comfortable in."
She slinked away to her bedroom. She slipped off her robe and caught her reflection in her floor mirror. She was very proud of her toned, athletic physique which, combined with her womanly curves, caused heads to turn on the street. She picked out her sexiest lingerie, which definitely highlighted her firm, round derriere and supple, pouty breasts. She was particularly proud of her taut abdomen though.
She slid the robe back on and slowly sauntered back into the living room. He had the massage table set up and was putting out oils and candles on a nearby stand. She asked if he wanted a refreshment and he politely declined. She went to the kitchen and filled her wine glass. As she came back to the living room, he was bent over pulling out a sheet to cover the massage table with and she stared lustfully at his ass. She dimmed the lights and put on some soft, sexy music, as if she needed anything else to get her in the mood!
He turned and their eyes met.