Touched
Peter turned the knob and slowly swung open the door, stepping
in as he did and closing it behind him. It was a small room
with a door on the opposite wall, a plain massage table in
the middle and a single chair along the side wall. A young
woman, maybe twenty-five, with dark blonde hair and a smile,
rose to her feet and set her magazine on the chair behind
her. She took a step toward him. She wore a short skirt and
a simple white blouse open to the navel with a lacy bra visible
underneath.
"Nicole?"
"Yes. Hello."
"Hi. I'm Peter."
" Nice to meet you. Please take your coat off."
Peter removed his coat as she watched. The way she looked
at him made him feel that he was not what she had expected.
He kind of hoped he was better. She took the coat and hung
it on a brass hook on the back of the door. The incense in the
hallway was barely noticeable here. A light floral scent,
like distant lilacs filled the room. She moved to the table
and leaned back against it. He felt very self-conscious
as she sized him up.
"Would you like to take a shower first?" He nodded. "The
washroom's through there." She indicated the far door.
"Don't worry. The clock doesn't start until you're on the
table." Her smile broadened. "There are towels inside.
Just wear one of those when you come out and we can get started."
"Thank-you."
"And relax. There's nothing to be scared of. I don't bite
. . . hard." Peter laughed. She had a friendly, playful smile.
Not at all what he had expected.
Once in the washroom, he undressed and ran the water until
it was warm. Stepping into the shower he looked at the shelf,
full of different, soaps, shampoos, body gels and scented
oils. He chose a soap and a shampoo and washed himself thoroughly,
his muscles relaxing under the sharp spray.
He emerged refreshed and, wrapping a large white towel
around his waist, stepped back into the main room. Nicole
was sitting in the chair reading again. She looked up slightly
surprised.
"That was quick! Did you wash behind your ears?" Peter
laughed again and nodded, starting to feel at ease with
her easy speech and gentle humour.
"You look like you keep in shape. Good. I like that. Up on
the table please. On your stomach."
He did as she directed and placed his face in the split cushion
at the top.
"Would you prefer oil? Or dry?"
"Oil please."
"Good. I prefer that too. I have just the thing." He heard
her enter the washroom and return a second later. "This
is a lavender oil. It will help you relax. Just breathe and
enjoy."
The scent of lavender suddenly wafted to him as warm oiled
hands began to caress the muscles of his calf. For a second
he held his breath at the sudden contact, but as the sliding
of her hands became more rhythmic he found himself relaxing
into every minute sensation. Her hands slid down to his
foot and began to work out the knots there, then back up the
calf to his thigh. Her hands, sliding and pressing worked
away the tension in those muscles and she continued to move
up.
"This towel's getting in the way. Mind if I take it off?"
Peter whispered, "No, " and he lifted his hips a bit so
she could slide it out from under him. He felt it go and lay
there, completely exposed.
"Mmm. Nice ass."
"Thanks, " he said and laughed.
"You have a nice laugh too."
She began to caress his buttocks, kneading them. The sensation
of her hands on his skin began to stir in his groin. As he felt
himself starting to grow aroused, she suddenly moved to
his other thigh and worked her way back down. After she finished
his right foot, she moved around beside the table, and squirting
more oil onto her hands, began to work on his back and shoulders,
slickly sliding down his sides and over his buttocks in
large circular sweeps. He could feel where her pelvis rested
against his elbow and the thought of her own sex being so
close made him grows hard against the table. The combination
of the scent, the physical contact and the fantasies they
invoked transported him into a world of sensation. Her
hands continued to explore the muscles of his shoulders
then slid down his arm, holding his hand against her stomach
until she reached his palm. Her fingers sliding between
his felt incredibly erotic and his breathing grew deeper.
She moved to the other side and worked that arm and hand.
By now the smell of lavender was everything and he opened
his mouth slightly, tasting the airborne scent on his tongue.
"Feeling a little better?"
"Oh, yes."
"Good. Now turn over and we'll take care of the front."
Suddenly he grew very conscious of his erection. How would
she react? Was it okay? What if this was just a massage? Would
she be upset?
Taking a breath, he began to roll over. To his surprise,
as he turned, she draped the towel over his hips, hiding
his nudity. He opened his eyes to see her move her gaze from
the obvious protrusion under the towel to his face. She
smiled gently into his eyes.
"Looks like you're enjoying this."
He smiled back, blushing. "I am."
"I'm glad. Let's see if we can make it even better."
She poured oil directly onto the middle of his chest and
began to spread it in slow, deep circles. Both hands worked
into the muscles of his chest and stomach. Watching her
face, serene in concentration, moved him. She was really
quite pretty, blue-green eyes, and wisp of hair that kept
falling across her cheek, tickling her until she brushed
it away with the back of her hand. As she moved down toward
his hips and pelvis, he couldn't help but grow harder, longing
to rise into the pressure of her palms.
With a step she moved back to his thighs, placing a hand
on each and sliding up just under the edge of the towel, each
slide moving a little higher until, without a word, she
pulled away the towel and moved right up to the top of his
inner thighs. He could feel the back of her hands brush against
his scrotum and a surge of heat swept his body. A quick intake
of breath made her raise her eyes to his.
She leaned in close to his ear and whispered, "Looks like
not everything is relaxed. Would you like me to take care
of that?"
"Could you?", he gasped, and she nodded.
"I'm not supposed to, but no one else needs to know. It looks
like you need it." With that she kissed him gently on the
ear and slid her hands back down his chest, past his stomach
to his pelvis.
The first touch sent a blast, like an electric shock through
his body. With both hands she spread the oil the length of
his penis and rubbed it in. With a firm but gentle grip she
began to slide up and down the length of the shaft, slowly
at first then slightly quicker as the other hand fondled
and caressed his testicles. Peter felt dizzy. His eyes
closed and his hips began to move with the rhythm of her strokes.
"Does that feel good?" she whispered.
"Oh, God. Yes."
It did not take long. The sensation of the release was almost
more than Peter could bear. Darkness flashed briefly in
front of his eyes and his mouth opened wide as if there was
not enough air in the room. For a moment he was afraid he would
lose consciousness but he held on.
Wave after wave of release wracked his whole body until
finally the orgasm subsided and he collapsed, feeling
as if he sank deeper into the padded table.
"You did need that." She laughed and flipped her hair over
her shoulder as she used the towel to wipe him down.
"Feel better?"
"Thank-you, " he sighed. She touched his face. "Why don't
you wash up. I'm afraid it's time."
He realized he had forgotten where he was, who he was and
who she was. Time was up.
He rose like a zombie and shuffled to the shower. As the
water stung his face, he slowly woke up. This is her job.
I am only one of the hundreds that she has touched, yet how
can I feel special?
He put his clothes on and reentered the room. She was waiting
there with his coat. As she helped him put it on, she kissed
him lightly on the lips and said, "You are a beautiful man.
I'm glad I could help. Maybe I'll see you again."
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