Syd lay on the massage table face down butt naked. Frieda, a statuesque Nordic woman, expertly kneaded his back muscles. Her clasps of his skin and subdural flesh seemed agonizingly harsh. But whenever Syd reached the point of complaint, she sensed him flinch and pulled back just at the brink of pain, maintaining suitable compression.
"You are very tense today, Syd. I will try not to hurt you but I feel many knots deep in your muscles. That often happens because our program is demanding. We maintain a pace that gets you through the complete program in one week. Deep muscle massages balance the program's robustness with the available time."
Syd accepted Frieda's explanation and endured the process with élan. He had no reason to question the results achieved so far this week. The exercises had done more good in a few days than other therapies had achieved all last year. And they were sure as hell more satiating.
Frieda turned him over. She performed the same muscle wrenching compression on his front as she had on his back. Syd still felt near pain as Frieda worked him over. Her large hands were driven by the large muscles in her forearms rippling as she rubbed and pressed over Syd's body. She finally stopped and stood back. Syd forced himself to relax into the towels atop the massage table and closed his eyes.
Frieda smiled and fingered the hem of her tee-shirt. She knew the routine and approached Syd. Frieda coughed his attention. Syd opened his eyes. She slowly drew the tee-shirt up and off. Her large, no...massive, breasts hung with a little sag and jiggled mildly. Syd watched Frieda's large, no...massive, hands approach his cock. Syd remembered the near painful muscle compressions and thought of the sensations Frieda's hands might give him.
Syd quickly covered his flaccid cock with his hands and said "I not really feeling it. The massage was great but has left me tired and drained. I would prefer to skip any more activity. I need to get to my room and rest." Frieda took it all in stride. He wasn't the first to react as such and she was a professional. Manipulation sex of her clients didn't give her any relief so she wasn't missing anything.
Syd climbed off the table. Frieda gave him a towel to wrap his waist and escorted him to the elevator. Syd rode to his floor and went to his room. The walk got his blood moving to the right places and despite the rough treatment of his muscles he now felt quite relaxed and energetic. After a quick shower, he ordered a light room service supper. The doorbell rang and Syd answered it wrapped in the waist towel. He was surprised to see the receptionist from the first day pushing the food service cart.
"Hello, we meet again. My name is Fergie. The kitchen staff member called in sick so I am covering her evening shift. You're the only resident tonight, so it's not too bad." She took the dishes from the cart and placed his meal on the eating area table. Each time she bent to the tasks, Syd was re-introduced to the cameltoe in her shorts. Syd sat in his towel while Fergie put a napkin in his lap. She poured a glass of wine and Syd invited her to pour one for herself and sit awhile. They chatted while Syd ate.
Fergie explained that she was a graduate of a progressive college called the Total Woman Academy, was attending physical therapy graduate school and interning at the Total Woman Clinic. The clinic combined her study of physical therapy with her previous exposure to sexual therapy. Syd listened attentively but Fergie could see him eyeing her breasts with the translucent nipples under her uniform tee-shirt. She accepted his gaze with poise, subtly laughing harder than necessary which put her boobs in wiggle mode whenever she did.
Syd finished his coffee and dessert. He pushed back his chair but Fergie popped up and laid a hand on his lap to remove the napkin, brushing his groin. Syd remained seated. Fergie cleared the table, again bending into as many tasks as possible, offering Syd many closeups of her cameltoed shorts. Table cleared and cart repacked, she parked it just inside the door.
Returning to the seated Syd, she stood close and said "Is there anything more I can do for you tonight?" Syd looked straight ahead at the eye level cameltoe. "Anything?" Fergie repeated. Syd continued to mutely stare and then looked up at Fergie's face. She said "It's okay, go ahead." Syd raised his hands to her inner thighs, rubbing the soft skin. Recalling the mechanics of the uniform shorts, he explored the outsides near the waist band and discovered the closures. Accompanied by the familiar tearing sound of Velcro strips, Syd pulled the shorts open and down Fergie's legs.
Syd no longer faced a cameltoe but a full lipped vagina with all its colors, smells and evident dampness. His hands returned to the center of his focal attention and spread the outer lips to view the pink inner folds. He used his thumbs to rub little circles around the opening. The inner lips swelled and became a darker pink as the blood engorged them. He could smell Fergie's arousal and noted the increased dampness escaping the vaginal tube.
