INTRO
'Beep-beep-beep-beep.....'
Michael's hand reached for the alarm clock and the blaring ceased. He reluctantly rises from the bed and heads toward the bathroom to start his normal morning routine. Ann's eyes open briefly before closing again; it is the summertime and Ann, a teacher, could sleep for several more hours.
At 9:30 she awakes to the buzzing of her cell-phone, which lays on the nightstand behind her. She flips the phone open and a text message stares back at her: "Dont 4get ur massage!!"
"Oh shit," she thinks to herself, "I'm going to be so late."
Ann tosses the sheets from her body, springs from the bed, and makes her way to the closet. She glances at herself in the full-length mirror on the closet door. A petite brunette stares back at her. Ann is very petite indeed, 5 feet tall, 100 pounds, with small A-cup breasts and thin hips. Coupled with her petite body, Ann has a very shy and reserved personality and although 25 years old she is often mistaken for much younger.
"I've really got to trim my bush," Ann says out loud, before turning away from the mirror and quickly donning a pair of sweatpants and a sweatshirt that are still on the ground from the previous afternoon. She slides on a pair of flip-flops and has the car pulled out of the driveway by 9:34.
Michael had arranged for the massage as a Valentine's Day gift the previous month. The couple had been together for 6 years, married for 3. He had been Ann's first lover, although she was not his first. Their marriage was practically flawless; they never fought, the sex was perfect, and Michael always gave her perfect gifts. Ann never spent money on herself, so the massage was an attempt by Michael to pamper her a bit.
Ann simultaneously drives while looking through her purse for the gift certificate. After punching the address into her GPS, she navigates to the massage studio. The car radio reads 10:03 as she pulls into the strip mall.
"Close enough," she thinks to herself as she opens the door the studio.
"Ann Reynolds here for a 10 O'clock," she tells the young lady behind the desk. "I've never had a massage...well, a professional massage before."
"That's quite alright," the attendant tells her, and Ann follows her into a back room.
"John will be your masseuse today. He will be here in just a second, so make yourself comfortable on the massage table. If you have any questions about protocol feel free to ask him; most clients leave their underwear on and just cover themselves with a towel." The attendant leaves Ann alone in the room.
"Well, I guess it was a bad idea to go commando today," Ann thinks to herself. She quickly disrobes and grabs a large towel from a rack on the wall. Lying face down on the table Ann feels very exposed. She has always been modest; the only men to ever see her naked were her own father and Michael. This John character would be the third. Well, he wouldn't exactly see her naked, but he might catch a glimpse.
MASSAGE
John enters to room several minutes later and the two engage in small talk, while Ann examines the masseuse. John is tall and thick, the opposite of her husband. He appears to be in his mid-thirties with blonde hair and fair skin. Her husband Michael is shorter than average and muscularly skinny. She had always enjoyed his lithe body on top of hers during lovemaking.
John began the massage at her shoulders, rubbing warm lotion onto her bare back. Ann finds that John's thickness provided power and leverage; his strong hands felt incredible. The experience of being naked from the waist-up also felt amazing. Ann began to feel her whole body tingle.
Soon the massage progressed and as John's hands moved towards her lower back the tingle in her body became more intense. John's hands moved further south and while making his way to her buttocks he removed the towel completely.
"Oh, I'm sorry Ann, I assumed you were wearing panties," John explained, before covering her bottom half.
To Ann's surprise, she could hear herself replying: "Lose the towel John... I'm not modest." What was she thinking, Ann thought? She didn't even like exposing herself in the women's locker room of her gym.
John did as instructed and Ann was completely exposed on the massage table. She found the combination of the air over her bare body and the feeling of his strong hands quite exhilarating. She also found herself spreading her legs farther apart as John massaged her thighs. Although John's massage technique was completely professional, Ann knew that he had a nice view of her ever moistening bush. The tingle in her body became an uncontrollable force and she found her entire body warming. She almost felt drunk from the sensation of his hands.
"John, I'd like to get a little bit of work done on my front side too," Ann explained, before flipping onto her back. Ann had always been timid. She deferred to Michael for most decisions and preferred working with children as opposed to adults, whom she felt uncomfortable around. Something about this massage, being naked in front of this stranger, was changing that.
She looked up at John, who still managed to maintain his professional demeanor. "Rub my tits, please John." The masseuse did as instructed, rubbing lotion deeply into Ann's breasts.
"I know I have small tities, but I think I have nice nipples. They get really hard," Ann says. John cannot tell if she is talking to herself or to him. "What do you think John? Do you like my tities?"
"They are very nice," John replied, continuing to rub her breasts in a circular fashion.
"This is making me really wet, John. I know you can't tell too well through all that hair, but my clit is really swollen."
Ann doesn't know where her behavior is coming from, but she can't stop.
She grabs one of John's hands and drags it just above her now wet crotch and positions the other hard on her breast.
