Tension Away
April's shoulders ached. She had been put on a job at work that required bending over continuously, repeatedly moving her shoulders and upper arms. For over five hours a day. Her husband, Christian had attempted to massage them but, bless, this had little effect. She had tried to live with it but it had become unbearable and following a visit to her GP she was advised to have some physiotherapy. Her GP referred her to a practice called Tension Away.
On her first visit April was seen by a young lady, probably in her mid to late twenties, tall, dark haired and, April thought, typical of the type of females who work in such places, attractive, slim, nice figure, but a little too much make up. The treatment room was a combination of a clinical place and a modern, minimalist designed living space. In addition to the usual cupboards and wash basin found in rooms such as this there was a black leather therapy chair and a matching therapy bed. The feel was then complimented by the addition of a modern black leather sofa, matching chair, glass coffee table, coffee maker and a number of plants. Off to the side of the room was a door and April could see this led to a changing room, shower, WC and wash basin.
The massage session consisted of April kneeling on the therapy chair, which was not unlike a dentist chair, the front of her body to back of the chair, allowing her face to sit in the purpose designed head rest, her back and shoulders to the therapist. The chair tipped backwards, which tipped April forwards and enabled the therapist to gain easy access to her shoulders. The session lasted about 15 minutes and consisted of a massage to the neck, shoulder and upper back muscles. The sensation was relaxing and the pain soon dispersed. April thanked the young lady, paid £15 and left.
That night she slept well, probably for the first time in weeks, and went to work reasonably positive. She was therefore disappointed when after about half an hour on the job the pain returned. On completion of her shift she called the physio clinic and spoke to the young lady. She explained what had happened and that the pain had returned. The physio replied that she wasn't surprised and that sometimes, after pain had built up over a longer period, a deeper and fuller treatment was required. This would necessitate the use of a more experienced therapist and the use of the therapy bed. This session would last about 30 minutes and cost £60. April thought the price was a bit steep but booked the session anyway -- she needed to get this sorted.
On the day of the appointment April felt particularly sore after work. She went home, had a quick lunch, washed her hair, showered and dressed. April took pride in her appearance and so she wore a tight skirt that finished just below the knee, pointed shoes with a small heel, blouse and one of her many jackets. April had an extensive collection of nice, sexy lingerie which she liked to wear when not at work and from this she selected white, lace, briefs (not simple string-thong back but a wider, lace piece, as she felt these were more elegant) and matching bra. She looked in the mirror and was pleased with what she saw -- she looked good, especially for a woman of her years.
On arrival she signed in at reception and was again escorted down a corridor, off each side of which she could see there were offices (though some were obscured by blinds). At the end of the corridor she entered the treatment room. Once inside April was a little surprised to be greeted by the same young lady who she met on her last appointment, but the young lady soon explained that she would be seen by a more experienced colleague, Ty.
The therapist explained that due to the nature of the treatment April would need to change into a robe, leaving just her knickers on underneath. April was a little taken aback by this but when it was explained that the treatment would require full access to her spine she understood. The therapist showed her into the changing cubicle off the side of the treatment room before leaving. April stripped to her lace panties, hung her clothes on the hook, placed her bag on the floor, put on the clean white silk robe and the matching slippers. Whilst doing so she heard the treatment room door open, then close, the latch drop. April finished changing and re-entered the treatment room.
April was shocked! She had to take a second look. Stood there in the room, dressed in a tight white T shirt, equally tight white shorts, all emblazoned with the logo Tension Away, was Tyler Anderson, a one time player for her home town rugby club. Nickname TA.
He was a good looking Australian player and April had watched him play many times. She knew he was married, his wife quite good looking too, but she had also seen him around town flirting with girls. They had caught each others eye on a number of occasions, had smiled and said hello to each other but never really stopped to talk.
"Hi," he said, "I'm Tyler -- but you probably know that don't you?"
April couldn't speak, could hardly breathe. She was in shock! TA went on to explain this was his business, that he was the best qualified therapist there and that he would be delivering her treatment today. April said nothing. Tyler broke the silence by asking her to lie on the bed, face down, to rest her head in the support and pull her robe down to reveal her back. Without saying a word April began to do so. Her thoughts were in a spin, she looked at his T shirt, the logo, Tension Away, T... A..., Tyler Anderson! TA. She was never going to see a Ty, was always meant to see a Tyler! It all made sense. Oh my god!!
April lay on her front on the treatment bed, her head face down in the purpose designed and cushioned support. TA took her hands and moved them so that they were stretched out beyond her, as though she was reaching upwards, placing her hands so they gripped the custom designed, leather covered handles that came off the end of the bed. Though obviously wearing the robe April was conscious that she was naked but for her panties underneath. She taken her arms out of the robe but left it covering her shoulders, but this seemed academic now as TA pulled it down to the top of her ass so that her back was exposed.
TA started his treatment on her shoulders and around her neck. He talked as he delivered his work, talked about his time playing rugby, about how the town had now become his home. April felt she had to overcome her shock and join in. She talked about his family, his work now, his kids etc. She told him how she had watched him play many times (though she didn't tell him she had the hots for him!) Whilst delivering the treatment April felt his touch was firm but gentle, clearly experienced in his role. She couldn't help feeling however that there was much more strength in those large hands.
April could already feel the aching in her shoulders begin to ease and, perhaps TA also knew that his actions were working as he moved to her back. TA was now massaging the back of her shoulders, progressing further down her naked back, pressing on each of her vertebrae as he did so. By the time he reached the area around her waist the pain and aching had completely disappeared, but April knew she wasn't going to tell him, she was enjoying the touch. The touch of TA.
When he reached her waist TA's touch became somehow different, softer, more a caress than a massage. April could also sense a very clear change in the topic of conversation - he was now more interested in talking about her. April was a little surprised to hear TA say that he had seen her around the town many times, that he had always thought she was very attractive, very sexy. He recalled once seeing her as he was leaving a function after a charity dinner one night and turning back to talk to her, admitting to her that he had hoped she was alone, and that he was disappointed when he realised she was with her husband.
