It was a pleasant surprise to be greeted by the beautiful brunette waiting for me in the massage parlour. She gave me a wonderful smile and asked if I was Joe but I barely registered the question distracted by admiring her long legs and low-cut top. The girl introduced herself as Heidi.
She had this wonderful innocence about her with huge eyes and a fantastic smile.
"Where Julie?" I finally managed to say. Julie was my usual masseur.
"I am afraid she had to go home at short notice," said Heidi, "but I'd be happy to rebook you for another time."
"You know I am the parlour's biggest customer?" I said carefully measuring my words wondering what impact a small white lie might have.
Heidi blinked, her smile instantly disappearing. "I did not know that," she said, her voice wavering slightly before she added quickly. "This is my first day here. Now when would you like to come back, Joe?"
"I don't," I said sharply and took a step closer, my gaze locked onto hers. I could see the uncertainty in her eyes and her nervousness.
"My time's too precious to have to come back," I said less curtly but there is no one else here Heidi replied in a frightened whisper.
"Are you not a masseur Heidi?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, "but..............." and her voice trailed away.
"Excellent," I said. "You can massage me. I am sure you can look after me as well as Julie does."
Heidi hesitated, her dark eyes darted around the room, then she sighed, running a hand through her glossy hair.
"Alright," she said finally, giving me a half-hearted smile. "Please, follow me to the treatment room sir."
As we walked down the dim hallway, I noticed her somewhat stiff posture and couldn't help but wonder how much of a novice she was. Once inside the spacious massage room, she gestured towards the massage table with a shaky hand before busying herself with preparing oils and towels.
I got comfortable on the table, and my mind started to wander about how to take advantage of this situation. I had visited Julie for several months and she knew where my most stubborn knots were and how best to eradicate them but my rapidly forming plan for the gorgeous Heidi was going in a quite different direction.
A sudden, uneasy silence filled the room as Heidi approached me tentatively, her fingers fumbling with the cap of the lavender-scented oil she was now wielding.
"I think," you have forgotten something I said.
Heidi paused, her brows furrowing in confusion.
"What might that be?" she asked, her eyes darting to the array of oils and towels on the side table.
"Julie always massages me in her lingerie. A little treat for her best customer! I hope you have a nice set on for me!"
Heidi's cheeks flushed a deep crimson at my words, her wide eyes looking anywhere but at me. "I...I didn't know," she stuttered. "They... they didn't tell me about that."
"Maybe you should ask management about these little details," I suggested, "before you start work properly." Hopefully trying to make light of the situation would ease her discomfort I thought.
Embarrassed, Heidi took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she considered what to do. She nodded, gulping down what seemed like a lump in her throat. "Yes, okay then," she said in a low murmured whisper, barely audible.
She then turned away from me, her hands removing her shorts and then her tee shirt. When she turned back to me she self-consciously held the tee shirt against herself for a moment before tossing it away. She was wearing a set of black lace lingerie that suited her perfectly.
Turning back towards me, Heidi's dark eyes were filled with new found determination. "Is this okay?" she asked, her voice shaky but steadier than before. "It's maybe not the nicest set but.........."
"It's perfect," I replied cutting across her. My mind swirled with possibilities encouraged by how cooperative Heide was being.
"You are an upgrade on Julie so far," I observed.
Heidi's eyes widened at my comment and she blushed, the colour reaching her cheeks again.
"Thank you," she managed to say, her voice still a tremble but now also laced with a little confidence.
I watched as Heidi poured some of the lavender-scented oil into her palms, rubbing them together to warm it up. Her every move was hesitant showing her nerves. "Please turn over," she commanded, avoiding my gaze.
Doing as instructed, I lay on my stomach and closed my eyes waiting for the first touch of her hands on my back. The room was filled with silence again.
I could hear her moving around me, her bare feet padding against the wooden floorboards. The anticipation was heightened by each passing second until finally, I felt something warm and smooth against my skin.
Her touch was gentle, almost timid as she started rubbing the oil onto my back in long strokes. It wasn't quite as firm or experienced as Julie's but I didn't care. All I cared about now was my plan and taking it carefully step by step.
I felt her hands move slowly down from the shoulders, pressing down on every knot she found along the way with slight hesitation before applying just enough pressure to ease it out. Her fingers danced along my body. She was doing a good job.
"Did they tell you I am famous here for my enormous tips?" I said.
Heidi started, jostling the table slightly as she blinked in surprise. "No, they didn't," she admitted, meeting my eyes for the briefest of moments in the mirror across the room.
In that instant, I saw a flash of vulnerability, quickly replaced by a determined spark. Resuming her ministrations, Heidi's touch became more assured, her movements more purposeful. Her hands explored the contours of my back with newfound interest, her fingers seeking out knots with a deliberation I had not felt earlier. Motivated by money I thought good!
Her initial hesitation was slowly being replaced with building belief. It was evident that she was still very much a learner but any loosening of my muscles was a bonus I was much too excited about my plan.
The scent of the lavender oil grew stronger as she worked diligently on my back, the rhythmic kneading and pressing of her hands which would have normally lulled me into a state of relaxation. However, I was keen to see how far I could push this rookie and I needed to concentrate and plan each move.
Every so often, I would let out soft moans of satisfaction to encourage her. At every sound I made, Heidi would pause for a moment before continuing with renewed vigour.
"Let's move onto my front," I eventually said, "that's the best bit."
Yes, of course," she replied, her voice just a whisper. I could sense her apprehension was back, but still, there was a steady determination to prove herself.
Slowly, I turned onto my back, folding my hands on my stomach as I looked up at Heidi. She was biting her lower lip nervously as she poured more lavender oil onto her petite hands.
I reached out my fingers to touch her stomach. I picked a spot on her ribcage and then swept to the right letting my hand come to rest on her slender waist.
"You are doing very well Heidi," I said warmly smiling up into those big eyes.
"Thank you," she replied stepping back so I could no longer reach her and then forward again, her voice wavering as she pressed her slick hands against my chest to begin the front massage. The tension in her delicate fingers gave away her nervousness, a clear sign that I was pushing the limit of what she was happy to do.
Her hands worked gingerly down my front, from my chest to the sides of my abdomen. I could sense how conscious she was of every move. Her touch was soft and cautious, with a warmth that transmitted through her fingertips. To be fair she was making a good effort to master the demands of her new job and trying to please what she thought was the parlour's best customer.
I watched as Heidi avoided my gaze when I chuckled. "You're not bold like Julie, are you?" I teased her hoping that message was not too subtle. My hand slid down to her ass and I cupped her left cheek. "But you have a much nicer ass," I said.
A strangled gasp escaped her lips and she stumbled a bit, trying to step back. But I didn't let go, holding onto the material of her panties which was rough but quite a turn-on to touch. Heidi's blush deepened and for a moment I thought she might leave. Her eyes were wide in the dim lighting.
"I... I'm... I just..." Words were failing her as they had before, but this time there was something else in her expression perhaps the beginnings of indignation.
I let my hand fall back onto the massage table, watching as she regained some semblance of composure. The sudden tension between us made things awkward. It was time to back off just for a moment.
"I'm sorry Heidi, I've gone too far," I said, my tone holding a note of regret. "I was just doing what I always do."
