"Referee! That was NEVER offside!" I shouted.
The whistle had blown so there was no use complaining. The free kick turned out to be the last kick of the match and, pissed off by losing 2 -- 1, our heads slumped as we returned to the dressing room.
It was only an inter-branch game, but we took it seriously, so much so that the part-time players amongst us were suffering from over exertion. I was one of those part-timers. I'm only 20, but since working full time, I don't get the chance to play as much as when I was at college so I'm a bit out of condition. Every part of me was aching after my shower and I was looking forward to an early night, not the big dinner that the company had planned for us. They had to present the trophy to the winners, after all.
We were staying in rather a fancy hotel as the guests of the flagship branch. They loved to challenge, and beat, all the satellite branches, but then dinner was on them and all on-field rivalries disappeared in a haze of alcohol and bonhomie. The bus arrived to take our aching, battered bodies back to the hotel and the talk on the bus was how unlucky we had been, the penalty that never was and THAT offside decision. We had a few hours to kill before dinner so I intended to take a nap. However, when we got into the hotel lobby, I retrieved my key from reception then heard a pretty voice touting for business.
"Special today in the spa, sports massages for just twenty pounds. Book at reception; we have some free spots right away."
I turned to look if the face of the pretty voice was as attractive as the voice itself. It was! A lady in her early thirties, at a guess, wearing a white smock which was tailored to show off her superb figure. I guessed she was a personal trainer as well as a masseuse. She was very pretty and had the sexiest legs I'd seen that day, which considering the knobbly knees and bruised shins I'd been playing with all afternoon wasn't that difficult!
No, she really was a knockout. Despite being exhausted by the game, I was still horny! I thought a massage from a hot girl sounded like an excellent idea, so I went over to her and asked if she could help ease my pain! As chat-up lines go, it's pretty lame and being an upmarket hotel, I didn't expect any funny business anyway, but the idea of her hands all over my body was now in my mind. I heard a few chuckles from some of the guys and some suggestive comments, but I ignored them and followed the pretty masseuse to the hotel spa.
"We can bill this to your room if you like. The lockers are through there," she said, pointing to the men's changing area, "just wear your shorts and bring this with you when you're ready."
She handed me a large white towel and said "I'll be just here. My name is Jane."
I smiled and said "Thanks Jane, I'm Andy. It's room number two-eleven. See you in a few minutes."
I decided to have another shower before letting this beauty get her hands on me. I'd cooled down now after the match, so I wanted to make sure I wasn't sweaty. My thighs and glutes were aching like crazy and I was ready for a nice, soothing massage.
I returned from the locker room and Jane was chatting to another masseuse. When she saw me, she broke off her conversation and led me to a semi-private area where there was a big massage table. It was a very comfortable-looking table, thickly padded and had one of those holes you place your face into. I was really looking forward to this. I was wearing just my nice white CK boxers now and Jane took my towel from me and laid it on the table.
"You don't strike me as the shy type," she said, "so use the towel to lie on. No point in covering your legs, I'm going to work on them."
I climbed up on to the table and laid face down. I'd never had a proper massage before and I was feeling a little nervous, but also excited. Excited enough that I had a semi hard-on in anticipation of feeling Jane's hands work on my near-naked body. She started by warming some oil in her hands, then she stood at the foot of the table, rubbing one hand up each of my calf muscles. She was quite firm and it felt good, if a little tender.
"So, you've been playing football today?" she asked.
I muffled my reply "Yes, and it was a real hard game!"
Jane chuckled and said "That's OK, just relax and I'll massage your aching muscles. Have you had a sports massage before?"
It was hard to converse with Jane with my face pushed into the hole of the head rest but I did my best.
"No, I've never had any kind of massage before, this is my first."
Jane chuckled again, she had a very cute laugh.
"Mmm, I love breaking in a massage virgin!" she said, wickedly.
She was now pushing her hands up to my thighs and really digging in to my muscles. She even pushed her fingers up into the legs of my boxers and it made me jump.
"Andy, try and relax," said Jane. "I promise it won't hurt."
