Writer's note: for those who tl;dr part 1 or part 2, I made a wish in a dream to be able to physically and mentally change myself and others. As a result, I went from a tall out of shape dad to a sexy hot model type with an insatiable lust for sex. Here is part three, where I start to really have fun!
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Now that I had the blessings of my wife, it was time to have some more fun with my powers. I thought about what to do, and where to go, and then I remembered Carrie. About a year ago I hurt my back playing basketball and I had to get physical therapy to get it fixed. Part of my physical therapy regimen was getting a massage every 2 weeks. My physical therapist recommended a massage spa across town and I went and saw Carrie for 12 sessions over 6 months.
I called up the spa and made and appointment and asked specifically for Carrie. The girl who answered said that the only appointment she had left was her last of the day at 4pm, so I booked an hour and tried to think of how I would get through the rest of the day until my appointment.
After running 15 miles and taking a nap, my alarm woke me up at 3:30 for the appointment. I threw on some golf shorts and a polo and started driving over to the spa. When I arrived, Carrie was at the main desk where the receptionist usually sits and talking on the phone. She smiled brightly when she recognized me and held up one finger to let me know she would just be a minute.
". . . sir, I'm afraid that's not our policy. I understand that things come up and you might have to cancel, but if you can't make it for your appointment, you're going to have to forfeit your deposit or reschedule for another time. . . You're going out of town for a month, then I'll have to charge your card the $40 deposit to hold your appointment. Sir. . .?" She looked up at me, "He hung up. I guess he didn't need that $40."
"What're you doing out here? Don't you guys have a receptionist/office manager lady who usually makes appointments and manages the clients?" I asked.
"We do, but Sue went home sick after lunch. I think she got food poisoning. You're lucky you got your appointment, there's been no one to really answer the phones since she left since Katrina and I are always in with clients and without Sue here, it's been just us two all afternoon. Thank god you're my last client, I'm not sure this day could get any worse. Katrina's in with her last client of the day and with no one else here, at least it should be pretty quiet from here on out. Anyway, let's get you back and get started so we can all get out of here. . ."
I couldn't believe my luck. I was hoping for a little privacy during this session. I was also curious about Katrina, but that was beside the point. As Carrie stood up to open the door to bring me back to the massage room, I got a good look at her. She was just as I had remembered. She was a very petite woman, maybe in her late 20's or early 30's. She was maybe 5'1 at best and I couldn't imagine she weighed more than 105lbs. She was very thin, but wiry. Not much of an hourglass figure, but there wasn't an ounce of fat on her and her muscles were extremely toned. She also had a thigh gap that you could put a can of red bull in and not touch either sides. She was wearing black yoga pants with no shoes on and a black tank top with what appeared to be no bra underneath with a light blue button up shirt unbuttoned on top.
Walking behind her and seeing her taut ass bouncing in front of me was definitely having an effect. I tried my best not to get hard, but only prevented my cock from coming to full attention. We got into the massage room and compared to the heavily air conditioned reception area, it was extremely warm, which explained the long-sleeve shirt she was wearing. The room itself had muted wall sconces that cast a light glow around the room. It was dark enough that your eyes had to adjust for a few minutes, but not so dark you couldn't see anything. There was some new age music playing and a water feature to give some humidity and sound effects. In one corner of the room was an overstuffed chair and diagonal from that was a love seat with a shelf full of oils and towels in between them. In the middle of the room was a full massage table. The kind with the U shaped head pillow and covered in warm leather. Across from the door we entered, there was a bathroom attached to the room.
"Okay, you know the drill, go get comfortable and hop on the table under this towel and I'll be back in a few minutes when you're ready. I've got to go check on Katrina and her client," She said over her shoulder as she walked back out of the room.
Not wanting to waste any time, I went into the bathroom, got undressed down to my boxer briefs and laid down on the massage table, pulling the towel on top of me. I wasn't sure about getting naked just yet. On my previous visits, I never did, but she often would move my underwear out of the way to get my lower back and hamstrings. But at the same time, I realized that my cock was already semi-hard and straining at the material. If I didn't want to scare her off, I figured I'd have to hold it back until the time was right.
After about 10 minutes, Carrie peeked in the door to see if I was ready to go and saw me very relaxed on the table. I didn't see her come in because my head was in the U shaped pillow, but I saw her feet below my face and rose up on my elbows to get a look. As I suspected, now that we were getting started, she had taken off the long sleeve shirt and was just in the tank top and yoga pants.
"So, Steve, what brings you by today? Is there anything that's bothering you? You look like you've gotten in pretty good shape since I last saw you!" She said as she patted her hand on my back.
"Yeah, there's something I need rubbed alright. . . " I thought. "No, nothing specific, but I've been working out really hard to get back in shape lately and pushing my limits, that I just want a massage to help me recover," I said. "You're the first person I thought of!"
"Okay, well, in that case, it's good to see you back in without having you be injured first. Let's get started. Put your head back down and relax. . . " she said while lightly pushing my shoulders back down.
I laid back down on the massage table with my head in the head pillow and my arms tucked on top of the towel at my sides. She pumped some oil onto her hands and slowly started to work the muscles in my shoulders and upper back. After a few minutes, she switched to my upper arms and triceps. It felt extremely good. She had a soft yet firm touch and she knew just how long to put pressure on each stroke and where each muscle needed the pressure. I could feel myself getting extremely relaxed as she slowly turned each muscle group into putty in her hands.
"You must've REALLY been working out," she said. "You weren't exactly terrible before, but you definitely didn't have this kind of definition. Whatever you're doing, I'd say it's working!"
"Thanks!" I mumbled. "I've been working from home on this new project, so I have really flexible time to work out."
After about 10 or 15 minutes on my back and shoulders and neck, she moved down and started rubbing my feet. Her oiled hands making quick work of any outstanding muscle aches I had in my feet, she slowly worked her way up my calves and hamstrings towards my ass. As she got closer and closer up my leg, I couldn't contain my growing cock anymore and I felt it spring out of the waistband of my boxer briefs.
