“Well you know the routine, strip and lay face down on the table with the towel.” I told you with a smile. You smiled back as I left the room so that you can change.
When I return to the room, I see you sitting up on your elbows waiting for me to come back in. I turn on some soft music and get my favorite lotion out of the cabinet.
I look over my shoulder to find you staring at my ass. I walk over to the table you are lying on and begin to rub the lotion onto my hands. Standing in front of you I start running my finger across your neck, massaging all the little knots out of it. Moving along down to your shoulder digging my thumbs into your sore muscles.
You moan signaling that it feels good to you. I walk over to your left side and take your arm massaging it from the shoulder down to your fingers. You turn your head towards me and notice how short my skirt is. My legs looked so smooth to you that when I let go of your arm to massage your back, you run your hand up one of my legs.
I didn’t mind you doing this. I smile. I ask how your day was; try to make conversation, for you had paid for a two hour massage. We are gonna be here a while. You reply by saying that you have been really stressed at work and that’s why you have gotten the massage.
I move down the lower part of your back and started to massage your ass. I noticed that this was a surprise to you because of the way you jumped when I touched you there. I did the left side first. Squeezing just hard enough to make it feel good. I hear you moan again.
I work my way down to your left leg going on the outside of it, down to your foot. Then slowly, applying just the right pressure moving up the inside, all the way up to your thigh stopping just below touching your balls.
I could feel you tense up slightly as I started on the right side of your leg. You give out a long sigh and said it was getting a little hot in the room. I dismiss the statement you made and move up the right side of your body all the way back to your neck.
When I stand in front of you again, I spread my legs a little further apart than last time. You must have noticed because when you ran your hands up my smooth legs again you didn’t stop at my skirt line.