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Original Piece, by u/Steebz_VW88

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After a brutal week at work Rara knew she had to do something nice for herself. She deserved it after working this hard, and she truly did need something to help her de-stress, and unwind that Friday afternoon. She booked a massage on her phone before she left work, and counted down until the end of the day. At five o’ clock sharp, she gathered her things quickly, and made her way to the mall, parked in the parking garage, and made her way into the massage therapy center on the second level. “Have a seat right over there. Damien will be out for you shortly.” Said the cute, teenage receptionist behind the front desk. Rara sat in one of the soft, modern lounge chairs and let her mind relax and wander, listening to the dreamy New-Age music playing over the stereo. The smells of lavender, and other crucial oils had already had an effect in relaxing her. Anything would, really after the week she’d had.

She was startled out of her temporary Zen state by the receptionist piping in again cheerfully, “Oh here’s Damien! Are you ready for Rara now?” Rara got her first look at the man who would be her massage practitioner that afternoon, and for a second, she felt like blinking just so she was sure. He stood about six feet tall, with short, but wavy dark blonde hair, and piercing greenish-blue eyes. He wore scrub pants, and a well-fitting white t-shirt with the center’s logo on the left breast. Rara could make out his toned chest under his shirt, and noticed his arms, toned, tan, masculine.

“Ready when you are.” Damien said with a smile, and as he made eye contact, Rara felt a momentary flutter of excitement, but just as quickly made sure to tell herself not to get carried away.

“He’s a professional, and you’re here to relax.” She told herself matter-of-factly. And it was true, all she’d been able to think about all day was that forty five minutes on the table, in the dim light during which she’d be able to (at least for a time) let everything go. But she still found herself smiling a more than she meant to when she responded to Damien’s question. “Yep, sure am.”

“Right this way, then.” He motioned down the hall which was lined on either side by doorways closed with silky curtains. “Last one on the left. After you.”

Rara made her way down the hallway, and when she arrived at the last door, Damien reached in front of her and pulled the curtain apart. “I’ll give you a minute to get situated.” He said kindly. “You can put your clothes on one of the shelves, then lay down on the table face down, and cover yourself with this.” He handed her a warm towel that smelled like lavender and was so soft she didn’t even want to put it down. “I’ll be back in five.”

Rara closed the curtain behind Damien, and began to undress. It felt great to get out of the shoes she’d been wearing all day at work, and even better when (once she’d removed her shirt) to unhook her tight little black bra and let her small firm breasts feel the warm air of the spa. Her nipples pricked as the gently breeze from the fan in the corner washed across her now bare chest. Finally, she slid the matching black thong down, and dropped it to the floor, stepping out of it and turning to sit on the table. She sat there for a few second, now totally nude, before turning to lay on her stomach. She folded the towel in half, and with one hand, draped it across the mound of her tight ass. Just then a gentle knock came from the other side of the curtain. “All set in there?” Damien asked, in the same calming-gentle, yet still undeniably masculine voice.

Face down on the table, Rara mumbled a simple “Mhmm.” And heard Damien enter the small room and start to move some jars around on the table next to her.

“Just a nice rub-down all over to start with.” He said, as she heard him rubbing oil between his palms. His hands felt better than she’d even hoped, as they moved gently, first from her lower back up to her shoulders, and then starting where the towel finished, down her thighs and calves, where they found her feet and massaged them gently. Rara felt her stress start to recede, and didn’t even respond when Damien said something about the next step.

She didn’t want to be bothered. She just wanted to enjoy this time for herself. The heels of Damien’s palms began to press more firmly along her spine, starting from the small of her back and working their way up to her shoulders, where they began to methodically knead into the tense, tight muscles just below her neck. As Damien moved around to the other side of the table, she glanced quickly upwards as he passed, and was almost positive she noticed a bulge in his scrubs that hadn’t been there when they’d entered the room.

NSFW: yes

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