Isabelle enjoyed her job as a masseuse. She got to meet lots of different people and she found massaging the knots out of other people's bodies soothing. She'd been properly qualified for just over two years and had built up a rapport with some clients but regularly had massaged new clients.
This Friday afternoon was swelteringly hot. The city was in the middle of a heat wave and in a vague attempt to cool the massage room she had opened the balcony doors while keeping the soft linen curtains closed to ensure privacy. They gently swayed in the light breeze but it did very little to lower the room temperature. As a result of the hot weather Isabelle was wearing a loose linen skirt and a casual shirt which she had buttoned up across her breasts. The white material of the shirt pressed against her skin revealing the outline of her lacy white bra and she had long ago foregone her underwear in the hope of keeping cool.
This Friday afternoon she only had one appointment, a guy who had come twice before. Isabelle had admired his muscular form and enjoyed their conversations about his job as a human rights lawyer. Naturally, under such a high-pressure job he needed those massages and she had had to work hard to undo his knots. She smiled to herself as she remembered his arousal the last time and her false pretence that she hadn't noticed. How could she not have done? The whole room had seemed to her centred around it. Suddenly Isabelle withdrew from her daydream and scolded herself for these thoughts -- he was a client and it was hot enough without thinking about his arousal.
As she was waiting she slipped off her sandals and ran her foot up her leg, closing her eyes. She hadn't got much planned for the weekend. Drinks with her girlfriends on Saturday night and brunch with her mother on Sunday who probably wanted to nag her about grandchildren. She sighed and absent-mindedly clipped her hair up, off her neck and enjoyed the cooling sensation.
The buzzer went and she heard Jason climbing up the stairs to her office where she went to hold the door open. The formalities were gone through and she passed Jason a towel to cover himself after he had undressed.
He lay on his front first, revealing his perfectly formed muscular back and she warmed some aromatherapy oil in her hands before beginning to knead it in firmly. Jason let out a groan of approval, "Ohh... it's been a hellish week. That feels so good...."
Isabelle smiled, "Have you made much progress on your case?"
"A little, we found an excellent new witness that should really screw the opposition."
The conversation continued like this as Isabelle started to work on his legs. She started at his feet working on the ankles and began to work her way up his leg. By this point she was starting to feel very hot -- from the heat mainly, but also from being able to touch Jason in this way.
The conversation took a turn into the more personal aspects of life as Isabelle reached his knees. They begun to talk about relationships and, because they were both single, joked about how great it was not to be tied down and free to do whatever they wanted.
