Dana was an incredibly gorgeous woman. Close to six feet tall. Long blonde hair that ran down to the middle of her back and wrapped around a thin, friendly face. Piercing blue eyes and ruby red lips. Her curves would make a great road course. 36-24-34. Long, long legs. And every inch tanned to perfection. Her smile and laugh lit up any room when you were lucky enough to be there. She was also painfully shy. She was a wallflower. You could usually find her standing next to a wall unless she was in a very small group of very good friends. Once you cracked through that wall, you found the true Dana. She was also, for lack of a better term, a people pleaser. Not so much because she wanted to do whatever was asked of her, but because she didn't like conflict of any kind. No one could think of a time she had "no" to anyone.
And she was dumber than a box of rocks.
Dana was on the phone with her best friend Morgan complaining about her sore back.
"What's the matter?" Morgan asked. "Mark put you in the piledriver position again?" she chuckled.
"No," Dana replied sternly.
Not last night, anyway.
"I know. He put you in the swing again."
"Noooooo, smartass."
That was the night before.
"I don't know what we did last night. But I think I pulled something."
"Oh, I have no doubt you pulled something." Morgan's voice dripped with sarcasm.
"Stop it!" Dana was getting frustrated with her friend. "I don't know why I even tell you anything about my private life."
"Because you know I want to live vicariously through you and your big cocked boyfriend. Unlike my boring, tiny dicked husband. You think I could borrow Mark for a night?"
"No, you may not!"
"Come on. Just once."
"Absolutely not!"
"Fine," Morgan huffed. "Since you won't share Mark, I shouldn't share this with you. But, because I'm such a good and caring friend, I'll share my masseuse with you."
"You're masseuse?"
"He's
woooooonderful
. You'll
loooooove
him. All the girls do. His methods are a little unconventional, but you can't argue with the results."
*****
Later that day, Dana's doorbell rang. She opened the door and found a thin, older man standing on the other side. He held out his hand.
"You must be Henry," she said with a smile as she shook his hand.
"And you must be Dana," he said in a calm, soothing voice. He couldn't help but notice her vivacious curves and her breasts bounce under her blue tank top as she shook his hand.
Oh, this is going to be a good one!
She invited him in and offered him a seat on the couch. He nodded his head as she explained her symptoms.
"Yes, I see this all the time. I watched
(your ass!)
as we walked. The pain may be in your lower back, but the real issue is your pelvis."
"My pelvis? Really?"
Henry nodded. "I'm quite sure. Your pelvis is out of alignment and your back is making up for it as you walk and sit. After a few sessions you'll be good as new!"
"A few sessions?!"
"Oh yes. Just by looking at you I can tell you've knocked it out of whack pretty good."
You must be a freak in bed!
"But we'll get you fixed up good as new. I must warn you, though, depending on how you react, the sessions grow in intensity." He let that sink in before saying, "So, let's get started, shall we? Just lead the way to whichever bedroom you'd like to work in."
"Bedroom?"
"Well, yes. I don't use a table. I find a bed works best for my technique. Is that a problem?"
Allowing a stranger into her bedroom went against every fiber of Dana's being. But she wanted to be rid of this pain and if that meant inviting a stranger into her bedroom, then so be it.
"Um, no, that's fine."
Henry once again enjoyed the view as he followed Dana to her spare bedroom. Once there, Henry stopped.
"I'll wait here until you're ready."
"Ready?"
"Well, yes. I'll need for you to remove your shorts."
Dana's mind went into panic mode. "What?! You want me to take my pants off?!"
"Well, we can do it with your pants on if you'd like. But I find it works much better without." Henry smiled. "For what it's worth, you won't be the first woman I've worked on. I'm a professional. But we can do this anyway you'd like."
He's right. He's a professional. It'll be fine.
"Yes, of course. I'm sorry. I'll let you know when I'm ready."
Dana's shorts fell to the floor and revealed her white thong. She climbed onto the bed, laid face down, and nervously said, "Okay, I'm ready."
He walked into the room with his small leather case and stopped at the edge of the bed. Then he reached into the bag and pulled out a clear bottle of thick yellowish liquid.
"I find my technique works best with my bare hands on your skin. But, if you would feel more comfortable with me wearing gloves, we can do that, too."
"No no, whatever you think works best."
"Excellent." He squirted the goop into his palm and rubbed it into both hands. "This is a massage oil of my own making. I think you'll like it. You'll notice this to be a little warm. You may feel a tingle. That's perfectly normal. But if you begin to feel uncomfortable, please let me know."
His long, thin fingers wrapped around her calf. Her skin began to tingle almost immediately. That combined with the soothing warmth and the caress of his surprisingly strong hands across her calf and feet sent a wave of calm across her body.
He worked one calf, then walked to the other side of the bed and did the same with the other calf. He squirted more goop into his hand and moved up to her silky smooth thighs. His fingers slid up and down, massaging the muscle as he went.
"How does that feel, Dana?" Henry asked almost in a whisper.
"Mmmmmm, wonderful." She began to notice the further up her leg he went, the more the tingling sensation grew. And it seemed to be concentrating in one particular area of her body.
Am I imagining this? Is it possible? Am I actually getting...aroused by this?
She sighed when his hand left her skin so that he could move back to side of the bed where he had started. Another sigh when he began to work on the other thigh.
"Still okay, Dana?"
The tingling between her legs was growing. "Y-y-yes."
