I was already running late for my first-time ever massage appointment, making me even a little more nervous. My hands on the steering wheel are starting to get sweaty and my heart begins to race.
I pull up to this quaint little house where my friend Chloee has set up her massage therapy business. We have talked about this a lot and she understands my fear … and being the good friend that she is, she has given me a gift certificate for a massage as a birthday present.
Hearing the car pull up, she comes to the door – looking all professional – and greets me with a big hug. She notices how my hands are trembling and tells me its going to be okay. She directs me into the kitchen first, where we talk about our day over a cup of flavored tea. Sensing that I am starting to relax, we move into the room she has set up.
As I walk in, the atmosphere is astonishing, yet serene. I am instantly at ease. Even though it is still daylight, there are scented candles burning all around the room – their scent and the scent of the opened bottles of oils permeating the room. There is a cute little waterfall set up in eye’s view when lying on the table. The scenery outside takes my breath away. I walk over to the sliding glass doors admiring the view of the pond and trees beyond.
Chloee asks me to remove my clothes and I nervously do so right where I am standing. I wrap the soft, fluffy, thick towel around me. Now it is time … I can feel myself tense as I get on the table … but I am quickly relieved as I feel Chloee’s soft hands first stroke one arm, then the other, before removing the towel. She lays it across my butt and gently pushes my head down on the table. She warms the oil in her hands before kneading my tense shoulders … moving from side to side … removing the knots with such ease. She continues the massage turning my body into a limp noodle. No area has been left untouched. All the stress and tension slowly being removed. The sound of the waterfall almost putting me to sleep. She asks me to roll over on my back and I am so out of it, I don’t even know what is happening.
She continues the deep kneading from my head to my toes. My body succumbing to her hands. My mind has gone blank as I am enjoying this new sensation. The scented oils being worked into my skin. I can feel my nipples getting hard as she glides her hands over my titties. My belly quivers as the oil fills my belly button and is worked in around my belly and hips. Down along my groin to my thighs, down my legs to my feet – ooooh heat is spreading up those limbs throughout my whole body. It seems like hours have passed, but I am in no hurry to get up.
Chloee tells me to roll over on my tummy once again. She slips out of the room for a minute. While she is gone, I wonder if she knows how her touch inflamed me at times. It took all I could do to erase those thoughts … thinking to myself… "this is a professional – a friend".
I hear her come back in the room and start to get up. Chloee tells me she needs to put the finishing touches on me before I am done. Lying back down, I feel her fingers working my back, arms, legs. It is quite a different touch this time – more invigorating – yet strange somehow. Her hands massage the insides of my thighs and this time, my body betrays me … I can feel the wetness between my legs. I’m both embarrassed and inflamed.
Chloee continues up to my ass, spreading the cheeks a little as she vigorously kneads my buttocks. A finger slides up and down the crack of my ass … a soft moan escapes my lips. My mind is racing … I wonder if she heard that. Her fingers continue their journey down the crack of my ass, between my legs … my hips naturally raising giving her further access and my legs spreading open slightly.