Livy lay under the sheet on a massage table. She was face down with a small pillow under her head. The room was moderately dark and quite warm. This would be her first time getting a massage from Rich and she was a little nervous. After all, getting a massage from a male therapist always had a little bit of sexual tension that was less likely with a female therapist. But he had been recommended as a good, affordable and well-behaved therapist by two of her friends and she trusted their opinions.
When she met Rich at his studio she had been concerned that the two of them were completely alone. There was no receptionist and the female therapist Rich shared the studio with was nowhere in sight. Rich was a nice looking young man - perhaps a little too nice looking but very polite and not threatening at all. He was clean. He had a short, conservative haircut. His hands were neither large nor small. Medium. She noticed that his nails were short, but professionally cared for. He was wearing sneakers and scrubs. The bottoms were black and the top was white and there was a black web belt around his waist with something hanging from it in a kind of holster. It looked like a pump bottle and Livy guessed that it was massage cream. Rich had an easy way about him, very matter of fact as he spoke softly about things like the benefits of massage for relaxation as well as for physical health. Livy had no health issues, but her job did make her tense, especially across the shoulders and she hoped Rich would be able to help with her somewhat sore shoulder muscles. She told him that.
They had discussed what she should wear for the massage. He pointed out that a bra would make working with her back and shoulders a bit awkward, but he went on to say that he would accommodate her if she was nervous about taking it off. He could work around the straps. He explained that panties too were optional. If not wearing panties made her nervous, that would not be a problem but, again, if she wanted her glutes massaged it would be easier to work them without having to move the seat material around. He also assured her that he had been trained to handle the draping so that she would never be exposed.
Now she lay on the table under a sheet without bra or panties waiting for Rich. There was a soft knock on the door of the massage room.
"Are you ready?"
"Yes."
The door opened slowly, leaving just enough room for Rich to slip around it into the room. He entered and closed the door behind him. He picked up a small bolster from the table in the corner.
"I'm going to put a bolster under your feet. It will be more comfortable." Rich folded the under sheet back, so that it would be between Livy's skin and the bolster. He raised her feet a few inches and slipped it under her ankles, adjusting the sheets afterwards.
Saying "I'll start with your back," he folded the top sheet back over her buttocks, exposing Livy's back. She could hear a squishy sound as Rich pumped a fair amount of massage cream onto his left hand. He rubbed some onto his right hand as well and placed his hands slowly and gently onto Livy's upper back. Livy could feel the warmth of his hands and was a little surprised that he managed to initiate contact without jarring her. It just felt natural, his warm hands settling into her back slowly without moving. She relaxed into the table and let go of her breath, which she had been holding without being aware of the fact.
Rich slowly moved his hands to the shoulders, covering each shoulder with one hand and then moved down to the small of the back, never losing contact with Livy's skin. From there he slowly moved up the center of the back on either side of the spine, flared to the sides at shoulder level and moved down the sides to the small of the back, where he had started. He performed this maneuver several times, always slowly.
"I am going to massage you with about this much pressure. If you would like a lighter or a heavier massage you need to tell me that. You can ask for more or less pressure at any time and, of course, you must tell me immediately if you feel discomfort or pain. Do you understand?" He added the last question because he knew that Livy, like all massage clients, had already begun to relax and lose that sharp focus we have when we are having a conversation. That's why he never held conversations with clients unless they forced him to by talking. He would respond politely, but he did not encourage further talk. A massage is a physical event, not a verbal one, or that's what Rich believed anyway.
Rich continued the long circular strokes a little longer. Then he began to work his way around Livy's back with a stroke pattern that kneaded the superficial skin and muscle of the back. The purpose was to increase blood flow and, as a result, to strip excess fluid from the skin, fat and muscle cells. Muscular tension almost always involved an accumulation of some amount of excess fluid.
Rich moved to the left shoulder area, tracing the margins of the complex skeletal structures of the upper back and the shoulder joint. He carefully worked all the muscles of the area, ending with the four muscles that tie together the shoulder capsule. As he worked, he found occasional areas of tension and little knots in the muscles and he carefully worked each one until it disappeared. After the shoulder he massaged the shoulder cap - the deltoid - and then worked down the arm. He moved the complicated bones of the wrist around gently to free any restrictions and addressed the left hand.
Rich loved to massage hands. He was fascinated by the complex design of the joints in the hand and he was very aware of the extreme sensitivity of the hand. He used his thumbs to work the padded area of the palm as well as the suggestive structures where the fingers joined the hand at their roots. To him they were each a small replica of the crotch area and, as he rubbed that fleshy web he could not help wondering whether there was any reaction to his attentions in "other" areas of the body. After all, he thought to himself, they say "as above, so below."
When he had completed both hands Rich moved to the area of the left leg.
"Do you want me to massage the gluteal area?", he asked.
Livy, floating off in a relaxed sea of sensual stimulation and warmth, made a supreme effort and was able to murmur "Ok."
Rich pinned the sheet to the table with his left hand and raised the lower part of the sheet slightly. He moved it to the area between Livy's legs so that the edge of sheet followed the line of her butt crack. Pulling down toward the table slightly, he managed to slide the sheet into the crack.
Rich now began the massage of the left leg. Making use of the expanse of leg from the ankle to the hip he began with one of his long strokes. The left hand traveled up the leg to the hip, flared out and came down the outside of the leg. At the same time the right hand ran up the leg to the inner side of the left buttock, flared out and came down, avoiding the butt crack by a good inch or so until it dropped onto the inner thigh in parallel with the left hand. The hands came down to the ankle, turned and went back for the next stroke. After the long strokes, Rich began kneading, first the calf, then moving to the back of the thigh and finally to the buttock itself. The gluteal area was easy. Rich could feel that Livy was appreciatively absorbing his massage. She did not tense up when he kneaded the butt cheek and Rich thought that her legs were spread wider than they had been when he started the butt area. Rich knew that, even though Livy was enjoying the butt massage, when it came to the lower portion of the butt - the ischium - he had to be careful. Any movement toward the anus or the crotch area would be felt as very invasive and he wanted to avoid that at all costs.
Rich had been doing massage for years. He knew very well that occasionally a client would ask him to "make sure to massage the ischium". He knew what that meant. It was a license to massage in a way that would be sexually stimulating without the client saying so. A client who asked for the ischium wanted to be stimulated without anyone knowing and without the dalliance going any further. He was afraid that Livy would not appreciate such overt stimulation, so he worked the lower butt very circumspectly.
All this "being good" didn't keep him from his favorite game, to see how much he could get going without tipping his hand. After he had finished the right leg he recovered the buttock, but uncovered the back again, this time to a couple of inches below the waist, revealing the sacrum, the end of the spine. He massaged the lower back and the very upper butt for a while. This is an area that addresses low back pain and nearly everyone appreciates any attention here. Then he began massaging the sacrum itself. It is an inverted triangle of bone that has a parallel series of depressions that cover the holes for the spinal nerves to pass through to the pelvic area. Everything in the pelvic area was fed by these nerves and returned sensation along them. The incoming nerves could be stimulated to excite the various pelvic areas. Carefully, he massaged the uppermost depression, S1, on both sides. He did not expect any reaction from S1 massage. He moved down one depression to S2, again not expecting any serious response. Ah, but S3, the next depression down, fed directly into the deep dorsal nerve of the clitoris and, when he touched it he heard Livy make a sharp intake of breath. He immediately moved away from the area and abandoned any more messing with the sacral nerves.
"Did I hurt you?" he asked innocently.
"Huh!? Oh, no. I'm all right. You touched something that felt like hitting my funny bone. Is it time to turn over yet?"
