“Hi, I have a booking with Grace at 6pm.” I announced as I approached the receptionist. I saw Grace every third Thursday of the month. It was my pre-payday treat to myself. An hour fo me to step away from the office politics, the leadership dick swining and focus on myself, melt into a state of relaxation and allow the stress to leave my body.
“Ah, yes, welcome Miss Lucy”. They always called me that, I’d corrected them the first few times but I just let it be, it’s sweet. “I’m sorry, but Grace is not in today.” We have Adam covering, I hope that’s ok?” She asked, more out of obligation for me to confirm rather than as a genuine question.
“Adam? When will Grace be back? Are there not any female masseuses available?” I asked. I liked Grace, it had taken me some time to find someone I was comfortable with and she was good at what she did. We’d talked about her tough life growing up on a farm in Thailand, how she’d been working the land with her father from a young age, she was modest with a slight build but her forearms and hands were able to dispense another worldly strength, which is what I needed. A deep tissue massage.
“Unfortunately not Miss Lucy, Grace is gone home, she’s not back for a long time. Adam is very good, you’ll be happy.” She informed.
She caught me off guard, I’d already started my ritual for a relaxing evening, starting with the massage followed by a long bath before settling in with a glass of wine in my arm chair by the fire with my cat. I wasn’t expecting it to be derailed by a man I’d not met to administer the first step of my evening.
“Ok, that’s fine.” Resigned, I agreed. I still needed my massage.
“Please get ready in room 5, he will be with you shortly.” The receptionist instructed.
I made my way down the corridor to room 5 and went in. It was a familiar space and I started to relax. I knew the drill, undress, lay on the massage table and cover myself with the towel provided. The room was warm in stark contrast to the 2°C outside. I hung my Canada Goose coat and the rest of my work outfit on the pegs and climbed onto the table in my bra and knickers.
I closed my eyes, my other senses taking in my environment. I could smell spring through the lavender in the oil burner that was filling the room. The aquatic music soothing me, bring me close to sleep. As I lay there, I thought about the last time I was touched by a man. The last time reinforced why I’d given up on dating apps. Frank was charing via text but turned out to have the charisma of a carrot and the touch of a oaf – the sex, was cold and transactional and I regetted not trusting my better judgement. It had been months since I’d had a sensual touch of mans hands.
A knock at the door.
“May I come in?” Said a warm soothing voice. “Are you ready?”
“Yes, ready.” I heard him enter and close the door behind him.
“I’m Adam, I’ll be providing your treatment today, I’ve read your notes so I know your preferences. If there’s anything you need, or if I can be of any assistance in any way, please just ask. Now, allow yourself to relax and I’ll take care of the rest.” He delivered his pre flight announcement with a calm quiet confidence. I was surprised to be slightly turned on by his voice alone.
My face in the headrest facing down, I could hear him rubbing the oils into his hands. I caught a glimpse of his legs, he was wearing shorts, his legs were tanned, his calves toned and well looked after.
He gathered my hair and formed a nead bun on the back of my head. “Relax.” He whispered, close enough to my ear to give me goosebumps.
He started running his fingers down my neck, evenly on both sides. If he’d read my notes, he’d know that I like a medium pressure, deep but not back breaking. Grace had found this sweet spot perfectly. His fingers felt controlled, not too much but a good strength. He had read my notes, the pressure was perfect. He rubbed the sides of my neck with what felt like strong hands, smooth, cared for and tender. As he worked his way down I could feel his tumbs offering more force and start to work the tension that had manifested into knots in my traps. The oils between his fingers and my skin allowed his fingers to slide over my body. I was relaxed I arched my head forward taking his lead as his hands worked across my shoulders and up my neck.
Perhaps my lack of intimacy focused my mind on this leading to more, I was becoming more and more aroused with his every touch. His hands exploring my body, teasing out the strain of corporate life. I wanted more.
“I’m going to unclip your bra.” He told me in his calm matter of fact way. Grace would normally do this, but this felt different, it was charged with sexual energy and I wanted his hands all over me. His thumbs worked out the stress of corporate life from my spine. He was reading my body, working out the knots as if he knew exactly where I felt tense. His focus shifted back up to my shoulders, then down my arms. Symmetrically working the muscles on each of my arms. He squeezed the back of my triceps, I could tell his finger nails were sort and we’ll kept. I’d built up a picture of this man in my head and I was falling under his spell and he caressed my body.
His fingers slid between mine, I became lost in the moment and interlocked my fingers with his bringing our palms together as a form of innocent intimacy. He read my signal and reciprocated, holding hands for a brief moment, I loosened my grip, as he did the same, he ran his fingers up my arms and back down again, as he did he wrapped his hands around my wrists tightly leading me to let out in voluntery gasp, or perhaps a moan, my mind was running away with me and I was wet with the gymnastics my mind was playing.
He released my wrists and went over to the side table to apply more oil. I lifted my head and glanced over to catch the back of him. He was slimmer than I’d imagined, casting a lender toned figure in his relaxed linen atire.
I placed my head back down and he applied the lavender scented oil to his hands. I felt his tumbs press firmly on the arch of my foot which tickled slightly and forced my toes to twitch. I had no idea how tight my feet were. I’d read somewhere that tension all begins in the feet. I couldn’t quite place that knowledge, was it an Instagram post, or perhaps from my dad reflexology book I had flicked through as a child. I didn’t know but in this moment I could feel a tightness running from my foot all the way to the small of my spine.
The sensation of being tickled passed and I was back to focussing on my relaxation, the magic being administered by his hands. He made his way up the back of my legs, gentle yet firm. The pressure was on the border of pain and relief and he walked this tight rope all the way up to my butt.
He slid his hands under my knickers which I was grateful for and he squeezed my arse. This didn’t feel like a massage, was it just my wishful thinking or was this becoming sexual? I raised my hips as if presenting my butt to him. Without a wordi could feel him gently tugging on my knickers, I brought my hands up to my waist and started to usher them down, he needed no further instruction and grabbed them gently and pulled them all the way off. My pussy by now close to dripping wet. With my knickers out the way he caressed my glutes which felt firm from the Bulgarian split squats I’d been doing for the last year, I was proud of my body and I felt hi was taking pleasure too.
He leaned over the back of my naked body and pressed his forearms against my hamstrings. As he did so he made no attempt to avoid brushing his hard erection against my foot, in fact I think it was intentional. I wasn’t thinking of a professional code of conduct at this point, I was thinking about how my nipples were hard, my pussy was wet and how I was lusting for his every touch.
He tightly grabbed each of my butt cheeks firmly. I arched my back as I followed his movement with my body yerning for more. With his forearm pressed against the back of my leg, I could feel his breath on my butt hole, as if he was teasing me, then a brus of his skin against it, it didn’t feel like his finger or an accident but the touch was slight yet enough to arouse me further. Then again, but this time it was unmistakenly a kiss. Then again a touch, I felt his hands spread my arse open as he began to lick me. Delicate gentle licks were having an uncontrollable effect on me. I lay there biting my lip as he continued to lick me. By now all I want is to cum, pushing my butt as far into his mouth as I could I feel a finger sliding between my thighs and stroking my clit. He pushed a second finger finger in wet pussy and begins to fuck me with it. Still licking my arsehole and rubbing my clit the fingering becomes firmer and has more to purpose as he feels for my g spot. I spread onto my knees still on the table as he continued to finger me, kissing my legs and my body I think to myself his lips are just as hypnotic as his hands. I feel his hands grab my breast, he squeezes my nipple and I cum hard all over his hand and the massage table.
Without missing a beat he lifts my legs off the table bending me over the side. I shudder in ecstacy as he slides his firm thick cock inside me. He grabs my wrists as he did before and proceeds to give me the fucking id been craving since he first touched me. He releases an arm which I wrap around his butt to pull him closer into me, he pins me down by the shoulder he was massaging a short while ago with his free hand and he fucks me until he cums inside me. I feel myself being filled up with his hot thick cum as I melt on to the table.
“Can I book another hour?”. I ask in a state of hot mess.
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