Note: As I said, there is a second part to The Massage, and here it is. My thanks for the readers who gave me feedback, and of course the votes. I've been trying to figure out how to continue this story, but I just don't know, yet.
And, as before, your comments/criticisms/critiques are solicited. Enjoy!
Chapter One
Terry worked hard all week, and since the therapy session with her last male client yesterday, she thought it would be a good idea to get a massage for herself. His openness during the therapy had rekindled a flame, a desire within her to the point she had to masturbate several times before being able to get beyond the experience and get some much needed sleep. At the present time, she was without a significant other, man or woman, so she took her sexual frustrations alone. She rarely even masturbated anymore, as it was more of a hassle and a constant reminder of her aloneness.
She had a friend who was also a therapist in the next town over. She called Beth that morning, saying she needed some relief and asking if Beth schedule her in. Strangely, Beth was able to schedule her in for the last appointment for the day. Terry suspected Beth made the appointment up, just to see her again. Beth was living with still another therapist, a man who gave her space to pursue her career.
This day would be a slow one for Terry, but the events from yesterday were constantly on her mind. She determined a full body massage could relieve some of her mental tension. She arrived a little early and sat in the lobby meditating, calming her mind, focusing on her chakra centers.
Around 5:30 p.m., Beth came out with her last client, ushering him out the door. She approached Terry, shook her hand, and invited her to a cup of tea. Terry graciously accepted Beth's offering. They sat at the kitchen table while the tea was brewing, discussing different aspects of their respective businesses. Terry brought up the subject of her last appointment the day before, a male client. She filled Beth in completely of what transpired, and related her frustrations during the entire session. Terry was a competent and completely business-oriented therapist, yet the session with this male client had frustrated her to the point she couldn't really focus on her few clients today. She had jacked him off after his massage, something she had never done before with any client. First the sight and later the feel of the man's cock in her hand had sent an electricity to her pussy and clit she had forgotten about for a long time. Beth listened attentively, retrieving the tea while she talked, listening and giving her feedback about her frustration. Beth asked Terry if she wanted the same kind of treatment she had given her client. Blushing heavily, she said she did. She didn't necessarily want intimacy, but she did want the body manipulations, subtly, of course. Beth didn't offer any more ideas, but instead rose to her feet, took Terry by the hand, and guided her to the massage room.
Beth asked Terry to get undressed, and go to the bathroom, take a brief shower, or even a bath if she wished. The evening was Terry's, and Beth was her servant. She showed Terry the button to ring when she was ready for her massage. Beth then walked out of the room and went somewhere else in the house.
Chapter Two
Knowing she was alone, Terry leisurely undressed, folding her shorts and blouse and panties and bra, and placed them on a chair in the room. She removed her shoes and the band around her red hair and placed them on top of her clothes. She opened the door to the room and stepped out, entirely naked, and walked down the hallway to the bathroom. Stepping inside, she closed the door, and took a quick inventory of the room. A fresh towel and washcloth were on a hanger, and several different soaps and shampoos were behind the shower curtain, at the rear of the tub. She turned on the water, debating on a shower or a bath, and decided on a bath. Letting the tub fill, she relieved herself, and then slowly stepped into the tepid water.
On the edge of the tub was a bottle of spearmint scented bath oil, some of which she poured under the spigot. The room immediately filled with a relaxing fragrance, enhancing the shedding of her frustrations and fixations. She slid down in the water, leaning back and enjoying the flow of the water around her.
She decided not to wash her body, but to let the bath oil soften her skin slowly. She luxuriated in the tub for about 30 minutes, and nearly fell asleep. She realized she was getting a little cool, as the water temperature had gone down. She sat up, reached over to the spigot, and moved the control to let the water drain from the tub. It was at this point she looked down at her crotch and noticed her clitoris peeking out from under its hood. She reached down with both hands and slowly parted her labia, softly running her fingers over her clit. Terry remembered her sexual feelings from last night while she jilled herself off after jacking her client off. After the first of several jilling sessions into the night, she took a hint from her client about the shaved genitals. She had shaved her pussy lips only, leaving a tuft of red hair at the top of her mons. At the moment she wasn't sexually excited, or so she thought, but the simple touch just felt so good. She also saw her nipples on her small but firm breasts were hard and protruding. It couldn't be from the coolness of the water, she thought, it must be something else?
She rose from the tub and pulled the towel to her. It was big and soft, warm and fuzzy, just the thing to have after a relaxing bath. She toweled herself off slowly, enjoying the feel of the cloth against her skin. Hanging the towel back on the bar, she got a drink of water from the tap, opened the door, and stepped out in the hallway. It was so comfortable here, no expectations, and no undue anticipations arising at the upcoming massage session. She had forgotten her frustrations now, and was looking forward to a much-needed massage.
She walked slowly down the hallway and reentered the massage room. A table was waiting for her. She rose on her toes to sit on it, stretching like a cat to the ceiling. There wasn't a cover sheet for she never used one before. Reaching over to the wall, she pressed the button she had been shown, and lay down on the table on her belly. She was accustomed to getting a reverse massage, back first, then front.