As a massage therapist-in-training, I was always interested in the human body and how it works. So when my dad introduced me to his new wife, I couldn't help but take a closer look at her physical features. My stepmom was a beautiful woman, with long brunette hair that cascaded down her back and piercing green eyes that seemed to sparkle in the sun. She had a toned and athletic build, thanks to her love of hiking and outdoor activities.
I, on the other hand, was no slouch in the looks department either. With my chiseled jawline and toned muscles, I had always been told that I was attractive. But somehow, my stepmom managed to steal the show every time.
Despite the fact that she was older than me, I couldn't help but develop a little crush on her. Every time I saw her, my heart would race and my palms would get sweaty. I knew it was wrong and that I should keep my feelings to myself, but I just couldn't help it.
As the weeks went by, I found myself thinking about her more and more. I dreamed of running my hands over her toned muscles as I gave her a massage, or of feeling her soft skin against mine as we hiked through the wilderness together.
I knew that I needed to keep my distance and respect the boundaries between us, but it was easier said than done. Every time I saw her, I felt myself being pulled towards her like a magnet.
But despite my feelings, I knew that I could never act on them. My stepmom was my dad's wife, and I didn't want to do anything to jeopardize their relationship. So I did my best to keep my distance and focus on my own goals, hoping that my feelings for her would eventually fade.
I never really knew what to say to her. It was brief, awkward small talk when we saw each other. But as time went on and she started staying around the house more and more, our comfortability started to grow.
She came up to me while I was watching TV.
"Hey, I hope you don't mind me asking, but do you think you could give me a massage? I went on a hike today and my muscles are really sore. I know you're in massage school, so I figured you might be interested in practicing."
"Yeah, of course. I'd be happy to give you a massage. When would you like to schedule it?"
"How about tonight after dinner?"
"That works for me. I have a massage table that I can set up in my room"
"Thank you so much for doing this. I really need one"
She said with a smile before turning away from me and heading upstairs. I couldn't help but stare at her attractive figure.
As a masseur, I always made sure to maintain a professional demeanor when working with clients. So when my stepmom asked me to give her a massage, I made sure to keep things strictly business.
I set up a comfortable space in my room and gathered all of my massage supplies. When the time came, I invited my stepmom in and she lay down on the massage table.
I began to work my hands over her tense muscles, focusing on the task at hand and not getting distracted by her nearness. I used a variety of techniques to help her relax, and I could see the look of relief on her face as the tension began to dissipate.
As I massaged her, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction knowing that I was helping her to feel better. And as the minutes ticked by, I found myself enjoying the experience more and more.
When the massage was over, my stepmom sat up and thanked me. "That was amazing," she said, a look of contentment on her face. "I feel like I could sleep for a week."
I smiled, feeling proud of myself for being able to provide her with some much-needed relaxation. And as she left my room and closed the door behind her, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment knowing that I had performed a professional and beneficial service for her.
