“You look tense,” she said. “Do you want a massage now? I don’t have any more clients today. I cleared my schedule so I could talk to you.” Her smile was a little shy, yet I could sense her confidence.
“That would be amazing,” I said as I followed her into the massage room.
I couldn’t help the excitement that was flooding through my body. After my big loss the other night, I needed a massage. I couldn’t wait to feel Anna’s hands against my skin again.
I stripped down to my boxers. I did it every time in front of her. For some reason, it never made me nervous. Maybe it was because I was sexually attracted to her, and it just added to the atmosphere.
We almost kissed on Monday. I had wanted to kiss her for quite some time. I wanted to kiss her last Saturday night after my fight, but I had to fight the urge. Then, on Monday, it took all my strength not to lean in and press my lips against hers. It wouldn’t have felt right to kiss her and then say, “Oh, by the way, I can’t come back.”
I laid on the table. First on my stomach, and as per usual, she went slow and hard. It felt so good. I tried to close my eyes and enjoy the relaxing feeling that came with getting a massage, but for some reason, it was hard today. I couldn’t block out how much Anna was turning me on.
I moaned. I didn’t mean for it to sound so sexual, but I couldn’t help it. The way she touched me was so sensual, and it just felt so good. “I knew I kept coming back to you for a reason.”
I heard her laugh. “Good to know I’m good at this. It is my career after all.”
She moved her hands down to my lower back and moved her thumbs in a circular motion on each side of my spine. I felt all my problems from the last week just melt away. At that moment, it was just her and I. Everything else melted away.
I laughed. “You really are though. I’ve missed this a lot.”
“I thought maybe you found a new massage therapist.” She sounded like she was messing around, but I could sense that the thought had crossed her mind.
“Never. There’s no one better than Anna Winters,” I said.
She laughed again. “Oh please, how would you know? Have you been to other massage places?” I loved the playfulness in her voice, but it wasn’t helping the sexual tension between us.
“No. But I already know there is no one out there like you.” I was flirting hard, but so was she, so I didn’t bother trying to stop.
After ten minutes on my stomach, she asked, “Want me to do the front again?”
“That’s my favorite part.” I was so turned on. I couldn’t hide it.
I rolled onto my back and watched as she got the hot oil and poured some onto my chest. She started massaging my arms, and then my chest going in slow movements. It was this moment that I wished I would have kissed her the other day.
“Mmm. That feels so fucking good,” I said, my voice was full of lust. I hoped it wasn’t scaring her off. When I opened my eyes, she looked at me and bit her lip. It made the whole thing even hotter.
“You like?” she said. I could sense that she was getting turned on as well.
I nodded my head, “So much.” She moved down my abs and then back up. Her movements were torturously slow. I was looking forward to getting massages from her on a regular basis again. I had only missed a few at this point, but until today, I didn’t think I was going to get anymore again.
I tried not to let my sexual thoughts get the better of me, but it was hard. She was so good with her hands. There had only been one time that I only partially got turned on, and that was on Monday. I was turned on then, but not as bad as other times because I knew I had to tell her I wouldn’t be coming back. It kind of put a damper on the whole thing.
Even just looking at her turned me on. It caused me to have a massive hard-on. She didn’t even have to touch me for my body to ignite with desire.
“You’re so hard,” she said as she massaged my tense arm muscles. She had turned it into a double entendre, and it was so fucking hot.
“That’s why I come here,” I said with a wink.
She blushed and bit her lip again. I wanted to be the one to bite that lip.
I wondered if Anna had ever been turned on by me. I had to assume that she had, especially the way she was massaging me on Monday. But I couldn’t be sure.
She moved down to my abs and the way she was touching me this time was completely different from the times before this. I could tell it was meant to be sensual, sexual. She was naughty, and it made me wonder if sex might be included in this new arrangement of ours.
At this point, it was taking everything in me not to start touching her. I didn’t want to push my luck even though I had a feeling her panties were probably a little wet already.
“You’re so hot,” I said, testing the waters.
“Thank you, Justin. You’re hot too,” she said and moved her hands onto my thighs. She started massaging my legs moving up and down. She usually did this, but this time was a little different. She was moving slower, and every time she would massage my thigh muscles, her fingers would brush my dick. This had never happened before, so I could only assume she was feeling the sexual tension in the air.