I rolled my head around and stretched my back, wincing I put my hand to my neck. "God this sucks." I had been dealing with more stress than usual lately. My stress always seems to stay in my neck and lower back, tightening the muscles and giving me headaches. Changes at work, the fact that I may be laid off, going through a Master's program, and then general life issues had me bound up. I needed to relax. I needed some time where I thought about absolutely nothing.
I picked up the phone and waited impatiently for the other end to pick up, "Good Afternoon, Shine Spa, how may I help you."
"I'd like to set up an appointment."
"I can assist you with that."
The woman's voice on the other end made my head pound more. It was one of those high, frilly voices, and being a person who was prone to anger and violence, all I wanted to do right then was punch her in the face. I rubbed my neck some more and talked to the annoying-voiced woman on the other end until I had my appointment scheduled for that weekend. I sat back and sighed, "I really hope this works." I set the time period so that I would have four hours there, getting pampered and rubbed on to try and release my stress and tension.
I thought about the spa all week long and when Sunday finally rolled around, I was almost overjoyed. When I walked into the spa, the same woman who I spoke with on the phone was behind the counter. Her voice went to the center of my head; but I donned a fake smile and a pleasant voice. I filled out the forms and away I went for my relaxation.
The receptionist walked through all the mandatory things, all clothes and jewelry off, robes and towels here, and where to go when I was done changing. I thanked her, and got ready. I was greeted by my massage therapist. Her voice was calm and less annoying. I shook her hand and went into the room. She left and I disrobed, laying on the table. The room smelled good; it was softly lit with candles and recess lighting; some relaxing music played from somewhere. I laid my forehead in the pillow. My feet couldn't reach the other pillow but she fixed that when she came back in.
"What kind of pressure would you like, soft, medium or hard."
"Medium is fine."
"Okay then lets get started."
The first moments of contact where wonderful. I closed my eyes and let my body relax into the table. I slowed my breathing down and focused only on her hands. I soon found myself dozing off. I tried to fight it but then decided that when she needed me to turn around she'd wake me up.
When she did wake me up, it felt like I had been asleep forever. I was confused, "how long did I sleep?"
"Not long Hon, but you went down hard."
I smiled, "I'm sorry. I meant to just doze for a while, not actually sleep. I didn't snore or anything did I?"
She laughed, "No you looked quite peaceful."
She moved up to my head and massaged my face, moved her fingers through my hair and massaged the top of my head, down to my neck. I let out a small thankful moan, "well, it was hard not falling asleep. You're very good at what you do." "Thank you Hon. I know how to relieve stress, and you looked like a girl who needed that badly."
I laughed, "I do, I do."
I quit talking again and closed my eyes. I smiled as her hands went down to my shoulders and moved along the top of my arms. As her hands moved down my arms, I took noticed that her thumbs grazed the sides of my breasts. I didn't think much of it, I have big tits they are hard to get around sometimes. When she came back up and lingered on my bicep where her fingers could touch the side of my boobs, I took even more notice. I didn't say anything, if she wanted to stay there I wasn't going to stop her.
I opened my eyes and looked at her as she spoke, "I must admit that you have a nice body. You take care of yourself well. How do you do it? "
It took my a minute to answer and I heard her stuttered, "sorry it's just that most people who come in here and well you know esthetically pleasing."
I laughed, "no you're fine. I really don't do much. I'm a busy person. I eat pretty irregularly and probably never enough. I do go jogging with my dog every morning; it's a little bit of a stress reliever just to be out with him, but other than that I do nothing. I don't go to the gym or anything; I don't have time."
I noticed her hands moving down. They went to my stomach and I thought, "I've never had a masseuse touch me there."
"What do you do that leaves no time for you?"
I laughed again, "everything. I work full time, I'm a full time graduate student, and I have a family, a husband and two daughters."
"How old are your girls?"
"They are ten and eight."
Her hands stopped for a second and she looked me in the eyes, "how old are you?"
I looked at her with my right eyebrow cocked at the surprise in her voice, "I'm 30, Love."
Her hands had moved down and her fingers massaged my lower belly. I looked down at her hands and back up to her.
"Oh my God, really? I thought you were 22 tops. You look very young."
"I'm not that old."
"That's not what I meant."
I laughed, "I know."
"I mean really, you have to spend hours on yourself."
"No I don't. I don't do skin treatments or anything. I wash my face in the shower, put on some make-up and that's it. I'm not even wearing make-up today."
"Wow." I shrugged, "guess I'm blessed."
Her hands went down further and she massaged my upper thighs. Her body was now leaning over me and I could see down her shirt.
"I know you're stressed, I feel it in your body, but you still must handle it well. What else besides walking the dog do you do? Your face wasn't drawn or anything. Most people who come in here look like absolutely hell. You are very pretty. I love your hair."
She brought one hand up and ran it through my copper hair. Her hand went to my thigh and she moved them both further up. Her fingers were now grazing the sides of my pussy.
I laughed and shook my head, "no I don't handle it well. I'm a very angry person, and well let's just say I drink a lot to cope."
"Do you think you have a problem?"
Her thumbs moved to massage my pussy lips and I moved my hips forward.
"With what? Drinking? Naw, I only drink on the weekends. Which isn't that great, the binge drinking, but I figure I'll stop once I wake up on a Monday morning and think, boy I really need a drink."
She laughed and moved her hands up my belly. The rested for a moment on my full breasts before she started kneading them. I looked up at her, letting my eyes look down her shirt for a minute.
"I've never had a massage quite like this one."
She blushed but didn't move her hands. She pinched slightly at my erect nipples.
"I can't help it. You're very pretty and seem so inviting. I like your breasts. They are so big and soft."
I smiled at her. She didn't seem like the kind of girl that got too much play, but she knew what she wanted and I could respect that. I looked down her shirt again, "you have nice breasts too."
"No really? They are small, not like yours."
I laughed, "well we can't all be the same. Your tits are nice. Small tits are good in a lot of ways."