"It'll be fine. They're professional, you've done this a bunch of times, no need to worry, just keep it in your pants, figuratively speaking, for the next hour or so and leave. Simple. Easy-peasy. What could go wrong?"
Sally muttered her thoughts aloud in the waiting room. Her knee bounced erratically, heel sometimes tapping the floor and disrupting her thoughts for just a second, while she tried every deep breathing exercise she'd looked up. None calmed her anxiety, though at least kept her from bolting. It was the only thing she could focus on aside from the dread.
This was her weekly massage appointment. After going to therapy for years, they recommended yoga or some form of physical stress relief, even suggested masturbation - that came with even more stress for reasons she'd rather no one ever discovered - then they brought up massages. It worked wonders on their other patients, so Sally gave it a try and had been a regular with 'Dancing Fingers' ever since. The name sounded vaguely sexual, but the staff were perfectly nice.
Especially Doug. He gave the best massages and had become her recurring masseuse. Most times, she would cancel if he wasn't available, but today was a last minute cancellation due to a family emergency. But that's fine. Most of the others that worked on her were men, so she could handle it. Long as it wasn't a woman.
Like a bolt of God's lightning to strike down her hopes, the door opened and her name was called by a distinct feminine tone. She looked to the door and there was a woman, of course it couldn't have been a normal one. She was gorgeous.
Sally contemplated fleeing then and there, spare herself the likely embarrassment, but stopped herself. There hadn't been an incident in years. Maybe her body got the idea and settled down in public? Other people could be like that, where their conditions, physical or otherwise, refused to flare up around strangers. That'd be nice, then she and her issues could be a perfect match.
"Hi," Sally said, quivering, hands clammy, and forced a smile.
"If you'll follow me," her replacement masseuse said and led her through the familiar path to a room. Sally did as always and changed into the complimentary robe, then laid down on the soft table, sighing with relief as she got comfortable.
"My name's Janice by the way."
"Sally, but, uh, you knew that."
"I appreciate good manners. So, any problem areas I should know about?"
Thank god, she's professional. Sally raised her head to maintain her good manners, getting herself a proper look at Janice. She was black, a beautiful near-ochre that was a near opposite to her own pallid complexion, with exotic dreadlocks that draped over one shoulder and fell easily to her waist. Sally quickly rectified her mistake in looking and planted her face into the hole.
"Um, mostly just my upper back and lower legs. A bit stiff in the arms," Sally said, careful not to even mention her dangerous areas. Curiosity always got the better of people.
"Okay," Janice said and draped a towel over Sally's rear, something Doug never did, "Figured you'd like some decency."
"Thanks." If things got out of hand, then maybe Janice wouldn't even notice. No, don't even think like that, Sally chastised herself. She had a good track record and one little blip on her usual routine wouldn't change that. Even if Janice was beautiful and had a figure just right for a hug.
Yes, everything would be fine despite that.
Her confidence plummeted when Janice's fingers landed on her shoulders. Branches of lightning extended from them into her flesh, followed the path of her spine, until they bundled up in her groin. In just that brief touch, Sally reached her limit and overflowed. She felt it on her legs and lips, the moisture of her mortifying condition. Janice didn't notice anything and pushed down.
Oh no, oh no, oh no... Sally clenched her arms in resistance, but that only signalled to her masseuse to press harder and, while it did relax her, it also tore a tiny moan from her lips as more juices seeped out. The sound was perfectly normal, so Janice continued. Her customer, however, grit her teeth against the burgeoning sensitivity all across her slender frame.
Those horrifically magical fingers moved lower and dug into her tension. Sally groaned, easily mistaken for one of relief, yet it was pure sexual delight. Her pussy expressed it as well and a rush of fem-cum dampened the towel beneath her. Why did it have to be a girl that day? Why hadn't she thought better of this and rescheduled? Why didn't she make something up to stop this? All three questions had a simple answer; she wanted to keep going.
Janice moved back to her shoulders. A few tests revealed Sally's knots and she eased them out, following the guide of her moans, then she stumbled on a 'danger' spot. Subtle tremors ricocheted across the young blonde's body, culminated in her chest and pussy. While her breasts warmed where they touched the table, her snatch clenched and squirted for the first time that day. It was small, only enough to reach past where the towel covered her hips.
But it was a sign of things to come. Sally knew her body better than anyone and those drops would eventually become a flood, unless she stopped this increasingly sordid affair. Like that was an option. Janice worked efficiently and before long, Sally was too relaxed even as she basted in her juices. Getting up seemed too arduous a task now, even raising her voice above the now constant moans was a chore.
Besides, it was years ago last time someone else brought her such pleasure. Janice's hands worked across her scapula and onto the arms, working her meagre muscles. The more revelry pumped through her system, the greater her sensitivity to it. Just having her arms touched was enough to trigger another squirt of pussy juice.
The towel and table were soaked in it now. Between jets, her cunny just kept letting down, all but gushing fem-cum like a leaky faucet, however it was only a matter of time before it upgraded to a ruptured pipe. On cue, Janice worked down to the centre of her back, pressed on the spine and Sally just couldn't help it anymore.
"Oh god!" Everything prior was just the build-up. She hadn't cum once, despite the ecstasy bombardment on her senses, but that changed that instant. Every muscle went rigid at once, then unlocked, except her kegels, which pulsated in time with the pressurised squirts from her femininity. Sally let out a long sigh, then it dawned on her what just happened.
"Oh god," she repeated, this time mortified. Even so, her pussy twitched and squirted in the afterglow.
"It's okay. That happens sometimes. Just not quite so much," Janice comforted her.
"Sorry," Sally said, refusing to lift her face so much as an inch. If she did, that would press her chest into the table, and given the heat emanating from it, she couldn't risk much more.
