As I followed Luke to a room, I caught a glimpse of his tight ass in the black scrubs. The uniform looked as though it was tailored for his body, like the bespoke suit worn by every man in the Financial District. His firm ass begged me to bounce quarters off it. Since I put more stock in personality than looks, this instant attraction was not typical for me, but something about his body and his voice left me feeling a little dizzy. I wouldn’t be surprised if the attraction became more intense when he finally touched me.

After discussing my training with Luke, which included at least one sexual innuendo by me, it was finally time to get on the massage table. He made me nervous in a good, silly schoolgirl way. When he left the room, my nerves kicked into high gear. As much as I looked forward to the massage, having someone’s hands—male or female—all over your body, was such an intimate thing. My figure was a result of dancing my entire life, and now running. I was proud of it, and it was only natural that I hoped Luke appreciated what he saw.

I slipped out of my robe, crawled under the fresh sheet on the platform, and rested on my back as Luke had instructed. The heated table felt so good against my naked skin. My muscles immediately settled in. I heard a soft knock on the door. “I’m ready for you.” I slammed the heel of my hand to my forehead after realizing how suggestive my words sounded.

“Are you comfortable?” Luke asked softly as he closed the door behind him. The slight smirk on his face reached his eyes. He must have picked up on my subconscious flirting. “Let me slide this roll under your knees to alleviate some of the strain this position will cause.”

“Thank you, and yes, I’m very comfortable. I hope I don’t fall asleep and start to snore,” I said with a nervous giggle. Even though I was a confident woman, Luke made me ramble and sound stupid. I needed to stop talking and take a deep breath.

“I want you to relax as much as possible, so if you fall asleep, I promise I’ll wake you if you start to snore. But something tells me your snores would be adorable.”

A blush tinged my cheeks at his words. I was suddenly happy for the low lighting. His flirting helped me relax a little more.

“Okay, let’s begin. I need you to communicate with me about the pressure. If I’m pressing too hard, please, tell me. I don’t want you in more pain than when you came in. Same goes for if I’m too light,” he whispered in my ear. His low therapist's voice was even sexier than his regular one.

Goosebumps spread all over my body. He needed to stop talking, or my panties would soon be very wet.

Behind me, I heard him preparing his oils and moving the stool out of the way. Then I felt him standing right above my head.

“Today’s session will be more about relaxing your muscles, and in a few days, I want you to come in again, and we’ll do more of a deep tissue, sports massage. I want my hands to get used to the feel of your body, and you used to them,” Luke said. When his fingers finally made contact with my skin, I felt warm all over. “We will keep communication to a minimum, so you can lay there and just relax.”

“That sounds perfect,” I whispered. The sounds quieted me, and the smell of lavender and vanilla, two of my favorite scents, invaded my senses. Thank goodness, the music wasn’t typical nature noises. That stuff drove me crazy and most definitely was not relaxing. I always wanted to smash the damn crickets with my shoe. Instead, Sade seduced me with her honey voice while Luke seduced me with his hands.

I wanted to ask him questions – Why did he become a therapist? How long has The Rub Down been open? Does he run? – But forming a cohesive thought was impossible.

Soft, firm fingers soothed as he worked the top of my chest near my collarbone. A sweeping motion down to the top of my breasts drained all the tension from my body. Long, strong fingers kneaded and massaged my muscles, and it felt incredible. His fingers brushed the top of my cleavage, and I sucked in a short breath. The rhythmic motion of his hands sweeping down my chest, grazing my breasts, and then up and around the back of my neck, moved my long hair to the top of my head each time. As he worked my neck, a moan slipped out. I tried to stop it, but I couldn’t. It felt too good. I decided to enjoy Luke and pray I didn’t orgasm right there on the table.

*****

Luke

When I walked in and saw Alexa stretched out on my table, she looked so serene, like an angel in the dim lighting. I caught her little innuendo when I knocked, but needed to keep my head in the game. But her beauty was astonishing. Noticing her closed eyes, I walked around the table, taking her all in, ghosting my fingers along the table inches away from her body.

Ten minutes into the session, and I knew having Alexa as my client was going to be one of my biggest challenges in this business. Being a professional was something I always prided myself on. As I looked at Alexa, I needed to stay focused and not become caught up in her.

Once my hands were oiled up, I touched her skin for the first time. The finest silks in all of Asia didn’t feel this good. My hands swept down her upper chest, and my fingers grazed the top of her breasts. The sheet clung to them, creating an image that would star in my dreams tonight. They were bigger than a handful, and I had to fight not to linger too long. I didn’t usually start my clients facing up, but I knew if I worked her back first, I would be a goner. There was no way this beauty’s back was ugly.

I continued the sweeping motion of my hands down her upper chest, over her collarbone, and up her neck, to hold on to the pressure points right at the hairline. My cock stirred to life. Alexa’s neck was long and elegant. Her hair was as soft as her skin. As I listened to Sade, I heard something I’d hoped to, yet prayed I wouldn’t. Her moans. Many women over the years moaned while I gave them a massage–hell, some even orgasmed–but Alexa’s soft noises shook me more than anyone’s before her did.

I’m a professional damn it. Why is she affecting me like this?

After I worked her arms, I moved to her hands. They were delicate, long, and skinny as a pianist’s. Her dark purple nails, the color a stark contrast to her pale skin, looked like she had them done recently. The fact that she took such great care of herself was a sign of confidence and pride, an incredibly sexy trait in a woman. My hands dwarfed her small one, thumbs kneading the pressure points in her palm. It scared me how much I wanted to lace our fingers together and bring hers to my mouth for a soft kiss.

Shaking the image out of my head, I moved down her body. Lifting the sheet and blanket to reveal her left leg, I tucked them up to the V. I typically made sure the entire thigh was exposed, but I couldn’t with her. With the way my mind was wandering toward sex, the temptation was too much. I had never been inappropriate with my clients, and I didn’t want to start with Alexa.

Her legs were as muscular as they looked, and her calves perfectly shaped for her figure. They were smooth like they were freshly waxed. Why couldn’t she be one of the crunchy Cambridge types who refused to shave? Needing to get in the correct frame of mind, I asked softly, “How is the pressure?”

“It’s perfect,” she said in a quiet, sleepy voice.

Fuck, she sounded so sexy when she was relaxed. Okay, so conversation was not going to help me. I started thinking about Celtics stats and rejoiced in the renewed contract for David Ortiz.

My hands roamed her legs, and I applied a bit more pressure where I knew she was feeling some tightness. They kept a slow, steady motion up and down her muscles. Every time I reached the inside of her thigh, she released a soft moan. With each whimper, my cock got harder and longer. Thank God, she couldn’t see how turned on I was by her sounds.