Salon Massage Therapy - Chapter 1 & 2

You know it's funny how the innocuous sometimes takes a prominent place in your life. I passed by the building numerous times.  It appeared to be getting ready for the opening of some business but no one was particularly sure what.  But any change is big news around here.  

I lived in a small town in Maryland.  The kind that is beautiful but new stuff is uncommon.   Heck there was a ruckus of excitement when they opened a McDonalds in tow just to give you a perspective. So the opening of a anything is kind of a big deal  Well relatively speaking of course.  As I drove past that building today I finally saw the sign.  "Sei Bella Nail Salon".   Well ok that is interesting.  In a town this  size?  Hey who am I to worry about such things.  If they think they can make it work I'm game to give it a try.  I'd rather not drive an hour to get to a salon.

About two weeks later I received a letter in the mail from Sei Bella with a free offer for salon
services to people who lived in town.  I waited a few days after it opened and decided to 
take advantage of  this offer.  The first few days of anything are not normally very good and
when there is free stuff involved it is typically very busy.  A foot massage and mani-pedi free.
How bad could it be.  Free is free.  Of course it could equally be likely to be worth what I'd 
be paying for it.  But what the heck.  New, free, and local.  The trifecta.

I went on a Tuesday in the afternoon about 3pm.  Thinking this would be the most
likely to be completely dead.  Even with introductory free give-aways. When I walked in I
saw the familiar sights and sounds of a new salon.  Clean, subtle, quaint with the 
obligatory Asian woman owner doing the nails of another customer.  Other than that it 
was as I planned and hoped.  Completely empty.  The door chimed as I stepped in and I walked to
one of the waiting seats.  The air had not even finish piffing from the cushion when I saw a 
man pop out of the back and head towards me.

"Good Afternoon.  Welcome to Sei Bella.  What can I interest you in today?"

You extended your hand and I reached out. Reciprocating the offer and your strong hand
completely engulfed mine.  Startling me.  Wow I thought to myself.  
His eyes were dark, almost black, salt and pepper hair, deep voice.  He completely caught me off
guard and I stammered a bit and simply held out the advertisement.  

"Oh wonderful!  I'm so glad.  I only circulated this offer to the local folks.
Please come this way", 

He held my hand as he directed me to the back of the salon to a row of oversized
massage chairs.  I felt the commanding pressure of his hand on the small of my back as he directed me to the it.  I plopped down being surrounded by the soft faux leather.

"Hi my name is Anthony.  I'm the salon owner and resident massage therapist.", he
laughed.  "And pedicure engineer, inventory specialist, head accountant, and marketing/public relations director, and a partridge in a pear tree",  we both chuckled.

It took me a second to regain my composure. I replied still rather in shock as I stared up into that wide smile and deep eyes, "Sorry hi my name is Avaleigh"

"Pleasure Avaleigh, may I say what an exotic name.  Fits you.  Would you like to wait for Lina to be completed with her current client?  Or are you comfortable with me starting you up"

Starting me up.  Too late for that.  I was officially started up the moment you grabbed my hand.
I took a second and looking over at the other woman who was now staring directly at me
behind his back.  She mouthed WOW in an exaggerated manner putting a slight smile on my face and a large one on hers.  

"No, no that will be fine, you can start me up, thank you Anthony"

"Wonderful.  Would you like wine, Red or White?  I have a lovely Silver Oak Cab I just 
opened.  Would you like to try that?  I've even taste tested for quality assurance purposes", he smiled broadly.

"Oh geez yea the Cab would be great"

Ok what was this.  Hidden camera?  I sat there attempting to make sense of what I was experiencing as he went off and came back with a plate of cheese cubes and some grapes and the glass
of wine.  He set them down on a small table and slid it over to the edge of the recliner.  He
pulled open a package and handed me ear buds.  He took one end and plugged it into 
the chair and I could faintly here some ambient relaxation music.  I put them to my
ear.  Quite soothing.  I watched as he slid a chair around to the foot of the recliner.
He pulled a little cart around and went to the back for a moment as I sipped wine. 
looking over on the table there were a pile of magazines to read.  But didn't for now.
He came back with a small tub and placed it at my feet.  He looked up at me.

"May I?" he asked.... I replied. ."Yes,.oh please do.",  What?? Oh please do??? How formal of me.  
Should I extend a pinky while drinking.

With that he gently lifted my first leg.  Luckily or unluckily I wore a skirt today.
He gently removed my shoe and placed it on the bottom shelf of his cart.  Then brought 
my foot to the tub of warm soapy water.  Oh crap did I shave!!  No I did, I did.  All 
is good.  He repeated the process with the other foot when both of my feet were in 
the tub he slid off the chair to his knees as he washed my feet very slowly and 
deliberately, extending all the way from the top of my calf with the soft cloth washing 
all the way to my feet and calves.  I stole a glance over to the woman getting her nails done.  Who
was now just openly watching, periodically shifting from side to side.  I know what you
mean honey I thought as the sensations overwhelmed me, and I laid back watching him.
He removed my feet from the tub and placed them on his thighs as he took a large soft
towel to each leg drying it completely.  He switched on a button and the chair leg rest
extended and when it got to proper height he slid back letting the chair elevate my
feet and legs.  I suddenly felt low vibrations in the chair and heat on my legs.

"Are those levels alright for you?"

"Yes", I squeaked barely able to speak.  He merely smiled.  There was something about his eyes that lit up his face when he smiled.  They were dark and they pulled you in.  

"Relax a bit while I clean this up."  I laid there listening to the music, and sipping the 
wine which was excellent.  I relaxed back and pictured him at my feet as I sipped at my glass, lounging.  Him washing my feet, almost tender, lovingly pampering me.  I could feel myself getting excited.  Hoping that he wouldn't be able to notice.  I might not care if he could smell my excitement.  I smiled and lounged back.  Desperately needing this attention.

I glanced at him as he cleaned the area of washing equipment.  He bent over to get the tub 
of water and noticed that both I and the other woman getting her manicure were checking out his 
backside.  He moved very slowly.  He was in no hurry to move me on.   The other woman and 
I locked eyes and we smiled at each other.  She made a biting motion causing us both to 
laugh a little as I diverted back to watching him as he moved back and forth cleaning an 
preparing for what was to come next.

I felt a movement and glanced up.  We was now sitting at my feet on a stool.  

"May I begin", he said in that deep baritone. There was a huskiness, sultriness to it
this time that I know wasn't there before.  Or maybe I was projecting as my senses were
on overload.  He put a towel under my feet, and I felt his hands gripped my feet, his thumbs starting just above my heel applying strong pressure up both arches to the pad stopping just below it.  He did this motion over and over as I stared in disbelief that this could be happening to me today.  If felt so good I could barely contain myself.  His hands started to roam all over my feet.  Feeling every inch.

I watched him reach over and grab a stone and he began to gingerly buff my feet in the 
callous areas that my heels always create.  His hands were so large and warm as they held
my feet securely.  There was unmistakable strength there.  This was a red blooded throw
you on the bed and remind you that you are a woman kind of guy.  He just had that vibe.  
When a guy like that grabs you and controls you.  You just know it.  Coming back to the
world as he was completed his task he cleaned and dried my feet again.  He cleaned up the
area of the tools and was back quickly this time.

He gently leaned over to my ear and I pulled the ear bud out.

"Is everything ok so far?  I'm going to start the calf and foot massage if that is
alright with you?", he almost whispered as he leaned in and touched my arm.
I looked over at him,  I could smell his cologne and practically feel the heat generating
from him.

"Yes...yes that is fine. Everything is great thank you?"

He smiled that huge warm smile he has and said great, and maneuvered into his stool
at my feet.  I looked over at the other woman who was staring at us raptly.  Whenever
the manicurist would come over, the woman would simply say "No not dry yet", to her. 
I turned my attention back to him as I watched him hit a button on this machine and
it pupped an oil into his hand.  He did this until they were completely covered.  He
started at the top of my calf, placing his thumbs on my knee caps and reaching around
my leg with his fingers.  Easily touching.  I felt his fingers start to roll and press
on the muscle in my calf and working down to my ankle. I could feel his strong fingers
hitting every pressure point in my ankle and heel.  I shifted slightly my body reacting
to a man's attention but I didn't want that here and now for sure.  But there was 
something about this.  Looking over the woman was also doing the same thing watching 
this 100 percent man pamper me to within an inch of sanity and fantasy.

He reached the bottom of my foot and now switched to his thumbs doing the massage
on the underside of my foot from my heel to the soft arch as his thumbs applied 
constant pressure up to ball of my foot and they started to roll in circles across it.
I felt one hand leave and then another as he oiled again I felt his fingers slide in
between each toe as he gently pulled at each one.  I tried drinking some more to distract
myself a bit.  As he repeated the same process on the other leg.  I let out a low moan
and instantly snapped my eyes open.  He didn't acknowledge it.  Thank god.  I know he
heard it, but graciously didn't respond.

I felt him grip each foot in a hand. His thumbs massaging each foot as he 
held them slightly apart.  My mind flashed to me being on my back, with this man
between my legs holding my legs apart by my feet as he took me and covered me with 
his body.  I involuntarily opened my legs a bit as if letting him do so and pushed
up my pelvis.  Again catching myself I tried to stop reacting this way.  But I couldn't help myself. 

I glanced at his groin wondering if the hands matched the equipment.  This actually made me
internally giggle enough to distract myself completely from that, and just simply enjoy as he 
alternated from foot to foot, calf to calf.  When I felt him stand up I opened my eyes and he 
was smiling and looking directly into mine.  I imagined his face hovering over mine while
my legs were wrapped around his waist.  I pushed this out of my mind as he reached over 
to his tray and opened a small bottle and poured it on his hands. He brought his large hands 
to my face.  I could instantly smell the Lavender oil.  He gently cupped my face in his large hands
and using his thumbs applied the Lavender oil across my forehead and down the bridge
of my nose and across my cheek bones.  Giving me a very short face massage also, ending
with him cupping my face in his huge hands.  His eyes staring into mine.  Or at least that is the
way I choose to remember it.

With that he silently let my face go and just as silently cleaned all his equipment away
as the chair did its magic and I listened to the ambient music.  I glanced one last
time at the woman who was simply fanning herself smiling at me.  I nodded smiling myself.
I heard her leave but did not look up.

Anthony "woke" me after about 10min.  I'm guessing the time it took him to clean all his
utensils.

I asked him if it was ok for me to skip the mani-pedi today.  I just want to go home 
with this relaxation I said.  His smiled brightened again.  

"No problem at all.  I'm so glad you enjoyed it"  Enjoyed it???  A bit understated.
I was so both excited and relaxed. I wanted to rape him on the counter top and spoon
with him in a hammock by the water at the same time.

I smiled blushing hoping he didn't see half of what I was feeling.

"I'm so sorry but I can't possibly get you in this afternoon for the rest of your treatments.", I must have looked dejected.  I was a bit to be honest.  I had built up my return in my head and now it seemed to not be at all what I had wanted for a reunion.  Being in here would not been at all soothing today with all the women vying for your attention flouting their assets.  It would just piss me off not relax me.  I was jealous and didn't have any reason to be, but logic wasn't coming into this equation obviously.  You came around the counter to me cupping my hands in yours as you pulled close to the side of my ear whispering as much as your voice could.

"Elise if you would like, and don't mind being here alone with me you can come at 7:30 tonight.  We can finish up then if that works for you.  The salon closes at seven and last client is at six.  So I can get you in after work and give you the rest of your service in a much more relaxed setting."

I was in shock that you would go out of your way like this for a free service.  But I said yes that would be great.  Thank you so much for the consideration.  Trying to not speak to loud so that the other women would not hear.  That would be fantastic.

"Not a bit of it bella.", he pushed back in and kissed both cheeks.  "Sorry I can't fit you in Elise.   Another time perhaps.' He winked at me as he pulled away, and I turned around and left.  The women waiting seeming so smug it was almost comical.  As I left I pondered why more straight men did not open salons.  Definitely missing the mark I mused.

I came back precisely at seven and the front door was open.  The cool fall air gently filtering in.  The lights were low, and the air in the salon hung with an aroma of citrus and I think sage?  Aroma therapy candles were lit and placed thru the salon providing a very relaxed atmosphere in the dim lighting.  The salon smelled wonderful as opposed to the dense chemical smell that normally takes over establishments of this size.  I looked over and my chair was already prepared with a glass of wine and cheese and crackers at it.  The cart in place.  I was confused as I was just coming to get nails done this time.  You came from the back carrying a plate with what looked like snacks on it. 

"Bella thank you so much for agreeing to come this late and with just me here.  I know that probably isn't the safest thing for a woman as beautiful as yourself.  So thank you again for allowing me to honor my commitment in this manner." He took my hand and made a show of kissing it.  I laughed and faked a swoon and then hit him on the shoulder with a mock punch.

"Here try this I think you will like it.  These are honeydew melon with a goat cheese wrapped in prosciutto.  The glaze is just a nice Balsamic my mother sends me from the South Philly Italian Market.  Actually it all comes from there except the honeydew of course.",  I reached out and popped one in my mouth.  The tastes and textures exploding in my mouth.  The salty prosciutto, the sweet melon, the creamy cheese and the tart vinaigrette all mingling in my mouth.  It was to die for.  I reached for another one and he quickly smacked the back of my hand.  I let out a startled oh sorry.  My face must have looked shocked.   He laughed. 

"I'm just kidding have as many as you want", The softness and shine of that smile piercing me and those inviting eyes as he brought the plate back to my reach.  I wanted to jump him right there but resisted the urge.  He guided me back to the massage chair.  As we did so I reminded him that we already did this part and that I was only owed a main-pedi, while all the time smiling internally that I was going to get another massage

"Not a bit of it.  Giving me the gift of doing this out of working hours entitles you to the manager discretion package."  You laughed as you stood behind the chair patting on it.  Who was I to argue... More importantly why would one argue.  I practically leapt into the seat.  You handed me the remote control and I tilted the chair back to a comfortable position.  You spoke again.

"The spa tantric music might be relaxing but is awful boring.  Can I put on some Miles Davis?
I'm really feeling A Kind of Blue this evening.  Alright with you?"

Oh sure whatever you would like was my reply.  Just nothing bouncy.  You laughed at my statement.
"No worries there...",  The music changed from some pan flute nonsense to the familiar muted
trumpet of Miles.  Loved it.  You came up in back of the chair and I heard the warm oil dispenser whirr into action.  I expected you to pop around to my legs instead I felt your warm 
oiled hands on my forehead and temples rubbing with steady rolling pressure as I felt your thumbs
on sliding down either side my nose to underneath my eyes and across my cheeks.  Sliding up again
I felt your fingers pinch across my eyebrows with steady pressure.  Oh god that felt wonderful.  
Your hands repeated the motions down my face and back up over and over again.  Until I felt that I might actually simply fall asleep until I felt your hands leave my face and I dreamily opened my eyes.  I did a quick deep intake of air as you started rolling the straps of my sundress off of my shoulders.  I sat holding it in waiting  for what you were about to do next.  Your hands began kneading across my shoulders as both hands met in the middle at the back of my neck,  I finally exhaled deeply.  I'm sure I probably would have allowed you to expose my breasts for a massage, but that probably would have been a bad thing.  I was about to pass out from the pleasure I was feeling.  You worked on my shoulders  and neck, and head until you seemed satisfied that they were loose enough..  I started to get goose bumps from the air from the open door.

"We don't want you getting goose bumps that way do we?  Besides I don't want anyone to bother us",  and I watched as you walked over and let the door swing shut.  Walking back to the chair you now stood in front of it extending your hand.

I reached up grasped his hand as he helped me up out of the chair and over to a shoulder and back massage bench.  As I faced it I felt your large hands unzipping the back of my sundress as it fell loosely off my shoulders I wasn't sure what to do.  I froze there panicking slightly.  What would he think of my body,   Was he preluding something.  I didn't know what to as his hands gently caressed my shoulders and exposed back.  I didn't resist at all letting this man take me to wherever he wanted to go.   I felt his hands on my bear flesh now pushing me to sit on the bench and put my face into the rest.  As I settled in I felt his hands begin to massage my shoulders and down my back.  He didn't really do anything invasive he only moved the fabric away from my body where his hands needed to be. He stopped at the small of my back never going to my butt which stuck out in this position.  I so desired for him to grab hold of the globes of flesh and hold them in his powerful hand but he did not.   He may have been unfazed by this but I was going nuts.  Squirming against the pad between my legs.  I felt him move around in back of me pressing his hips up against my small of my back. I could now tell for sure that he was not unfazed by all of this.  Or he had put a flashlight in his pocket for 
safe keeping.  But he did nothing other than pleasure my body with his hands as an expert masseuse. It was amazing. I felt him move around to in front of me.  I looked up at him and he helped me up.  I stood attempting to pull my sundress back up.  He stopped my hand, instead letting it drop completely to the floor.  I stood before him exposed the only clothing covering my body a thin white panty.  I shivered and moaned slightly as he ran his hands across my face and down my sides caressing the side of my breast and his hands stopped on my hips.

"Why cover a work of art", He effortlessly lifted me off the floor shaking the dress from my feet in the process.  He set me down as he walked me back to the massage chair wearing only my underwear and a satisfied but nervous smile.  You now knelt in front of me and started to repeat the foot and calf massage from the day before.  Eventually you moved your  hands past my knees.  Grabbing my left leg by the ankle you put it on top of your shoulder and started to massage my thigh and hamstring in both of your strong hands making me repeatedly moan aloud.  I looked at you periodically.  You were staring intently at my body.  Now openly looking at my breasts and stomach, then ultimately to the last bit of material which now feels like a ridiculously flimsy barrier between me and this beautiful man jumping between my legs... He looked up switching his gaze to my face and locking  his gaze on my eyes as we stared at each other, you shifted legs repeating the same massage all the way to my panty line.. I so wanted you to slide on top of me and place your thick body on top of mine.  A single pull would completely expose my eager body to any attention you wanted.

I was sure my excitement was clear thru my panties but you made no notice of it outwardly.  But the obvious bulge in your pants made it clear.  You noticed me.  Possibly you could smell my excitement as my body called to you.  Eventually he finished, then moving he gently stood me up.  Walking over to my dress he picked it up and brought it to me.  Helping me back on with my dress right down to pulling the straps back over my shoulders.

"You are a work of art you know that don't you?  Thank you so much for allowing me see your body and even touch a masterpiece such as yourself.."

I blushed not accustomed to men admiring my body in a polite, but clearly hungry and desirous fashion.  I'm not sure why this man did not just take me then and there when all that stood between me feeling that muscular back as he lay between my outstretched thighs pinning me to the floor was one of the two of use tossing the panties to the floor.  He leaned forward cupping my face and kissed me on both cheeks.

"Exquisite."

Suddenly the door swung open and a woman walked in.  "Oh thank god you are open I thought for 
sure you would be closed"

"I'm sorry madam.  But I have a private client this evening we are not open for business."
She looked at you and then to me and developed that envious look that women as she scanned
the room seeing candles, and you standing there glowing.  She knew something wasn't normal and she huffed out.

"Avaleigh, I'm sorry but it looks like we are out of time this evening.  I'm afraid I'm going to 
have to ask you to reschedule the mani-pedi to another day.", you smiled widely.  I was blushed,
contented, confused, completely relaxed, excited, lusty, and then confused again.  Sure 
sure I said I can do that.  I smiled in the realization that he was inviting me back to 
this again.  In some vain attempt for me to get my nails actually done.  I made a comment
to the effect that I was going to have to go to another salon to get my nails actually done.
I giggled and gave him a sheepish grin.

He immediately stepped forward gripping my hips he pulled me to him. Pressing his body against
mine.  I felt his hardness clearly.  I looked up at him, oh god was he going to take me now?  Please
yes, no more teasing.  Just bend me of the massage chair and take what we both need.  But you broke the silence still gripping me tightly

"Well we can't have that can we Ms. Avaleigh.  I'll try and do a better job next time.  Would you 
like a ride home?"  I grinned at him laughing not prepared for you to "take me home".  Mostly
due to me not being able to contain myself if I got you near my door.  It would not be long before
I was feeling the weight of him pressing me down.  No thank you that won't be needed today....But
maybe someday

"Very good Avaleigh...See you soon??? On Saturday evening perhaps?", turning and spinning out the door I stepped into the cool night air.  Walking my bike back to my home.  Day dreaming of his hands on me and the wind whipped against my inappropriately address body.  Making me shiver but smiling

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Chapter 2

The bike ride home from the new salon was interesting.  That mans hands on me had ignited a desire in me.  But luckily I was able to bottle it up while there.  As I rode home I imagined his hands roaming my body.  Those eyes burning into me.  I imagined him staring at me with desire and longing, not friendliness and hospitality.  Oh and his voice.  The things that man could say to me in that deep voice.  It makes you melt a bit inside.  It is so smooth.  I wonder if he actually speaks Italian.  That would be way to much to ask.  I mused to my self as I made my way home.

When I finally arrived home and tossed all aside and slumped into my favorite chair in the living room.  My dress flying up over my hips in the process exposing my panties.  I closed my eyes and slipped my hand down under the damp material.   I imagined those strong hands caressing and grabbing me in whatever way he desired.  I pictured allowing him to satiate the lust I prayed he had from touching me.  My breaths coming deeper as I slowly slid my finger across my sex.  I settled down to action and began to frantically rub my clit.  I imagined seeing that handsome face nestled between my legs sucking on it.  I quickly reached that point of no return and I began bucking my hips up as if grinding against that face.  I lay there panting thinking of him gently lapping at me as I came down  re-gaining my composure I straightened myself up with a semi frustrated exhale.   Oh yes I would be going back for my mani-pedi for sure.

Around a week later I popped back into the salon around the same time.  I didn't want to seem too eager.  I was hoping he would be desperate for my return.  The scene much, much different in the salon.  It was chaos.  Women everywhere.  All in their skimpiest attire possible for such an activity..  Gee I wonder why that is?  There were even new staff present.  Someone else massaging and 3 people doing nails.  You greeted me as soon as I came to the check-in counter.

"Ah Avaleigh so wonderful to see you!", my heart leapt as he remembered my name.  

"I'm so sorry but I can't possibly get you in this afternoon for the rest of your treatments.", I must have looked dejected.  I was a bit to be honest.  I had built up my return in my head and now it seemed to not be at all what I had wanted for a reunion.  Being in here would not been at all soothing today with all the women vying for your attention flouting their assets.  It would just piss me off not relax me.  I was jealous and didn't have any reason to be, but logic wasn't coming into this equation obviously.  You came around the counter to me cupping my hands in yours as you pulled close to the side of my ear whispering as much as your voice could.

"Elise if you would like, and don't mind being here alone with me you can come at 7:30 tonight.  We can finish up then if that works for you.  The salon closes at seven and last client is at six.  So I can get you in after work and give you the rest of your service in a much more relaxed setting."

I was in shock that you would go out of your way like this for a free service.  But I said yes that would be great.  Thank you so much for the consideration.  Trying to not speak to loud so that the other women would not hear.  That would be fantastic.

"Not a bit of it bella.", he pushed back in and kissed both cheeks.  "Sorry I can't fit you in Elise.   Another time perhaps.' He winked at me as he pulled away, and I turned around and left.  The women waiting seeming so smug it was almost comical.  As I left I pondered why more straight men did not open salons.  Definitely missing the mark I mused.

I came back precisely at seven and the front door was open.  The cool fall air gently filtering in.  The lights were low, and the air in the salon hung with an aroma of citrus and I think sage?  Aroma therapy candles were lit and placed thru the salon providing a very relaxed atmosphere in the dim lighting.  The salon smelled wonderful as opposed to the dense chemical smell that normally takes over establishments of this size.  I looked over and my chair was already prepared with a glass of wine and cheese and crackers at it.  The cart in place.  I was confused as I was just coming to get nails done this time.  You came from the back carrying a plate with what looked like snacks on it. 

"Bella thank you so much for agreeing to come this late and with just me here.  I know that probably isn't the safest thing for a woman as beautiful as yourself.  So thank you again for allowing me to honor my commitment in this manner." He took my hand and made a show of kissing it.  I laughed and faked a swoon and then hit him on the shoulder with a mock punch.

"Here try this I think you will like it.  These are honeydew melon with a goat cheese wrapped in prosciutto.  The glaze is just a nice Balsamic my mother sends me from the South Philly Italian Market.  Actually it all comes from there except the honeydew of course.",  I reached out and popped one in my mouth.  The tastes and textures exploding in my mouth.  The salty prosciutto, the sweet melon, the creamy cheese and the tart vinaigrette all mingling in my mouth.  It was to die for.  I reached for another one and he quickly smacked the back of my hand.  I let out a startled oh sorry.  My face must have looked shocked.   He laughed. 

"I'm just kidding have as many as you want", The softness and shine of that smile piercing me and those inviting eyes as he brought the plate back to my reach.  I wanted to jump him right there but resisted the urge.  He guided me back to the massage chair.  As we did so I reminded him that we already did this part and that I was only owed a main-pedi, while all the time smiling internally that I was going to get another massage

"Not a bit of it.  Giving me the gift of doing this out of working hours entitles you to the manager discretion package."  You laughed as you stood behind the chair patting on it.  Who was I to argue... More importantly why would one argue.  I practically leapt into the seat.  You handed me the remote control and I tilted the chair back to a comfortable position.  You spoke again.

"The spa tantric music might be relaxing but is awful boring.  Can I put on some Miles Davis?
I'm really feeling A Kind of Blue this evening.  Alright with you?"

Oh sure whatever you would like was my reply.  Just nothing bouncy.  You laughed at my statement.
"No worries there...",  The music changed from some pan flute nonsense to the familiar muted
trumpet of Miles.  Loved it.  You came up in back of the chair and I heard the warm oil dispenser whirr into action.  I expected you to pop around to my legs instead I felt your warm 
oiled hands on my forehead and temples rubbing with steady rolling pressure as I felt your thumbs
on sliding down either side my nose to underneath my eyes and across my cheeks.  Sliding up again
I felt your fingers pinch across my eyebrows with steady pressure.  Oh god that felt wonderful.  
Your hands repeated the motions down my face and back up over and over again.  Until I felt that I might actually simply fall asleep until I felt your hands leave my face and I dreamily opened my eyes.  I did a quick deep intake of air as you started rolling the straps of my sundress off of my shoulders.  I sat holding it in waiting  for what you were about to do next.  Your hands began kneading across my shoulders as both hands met in the middle at the back of my neck,  I finally exhaled deeply.  I'm sure I probably would have allowed you to expose my breasts for a massage, but that probably would have been a bad thing.  I was about to pass out from the pleasure I was feeling.  You worked on my shoulders  and neck, and head until you seemed satisfied that they were loose enough..  I started to get goose bumps from the air from the open door.

"We don't want you getting goose bumps that way do we?  Besides I don't want anyone to bother us",  and I watched as you walked over and let the door swing shut.  Walking back to the chair you now stood in front of it extending your hand.

I reached up grasped his hand as he helped me up out of the chair and over to a shoulder and back massage bench.  As I faced it I felt your large hands unzipping the back of my sundress as it fell loosely off my shoulders I wasn't sure what to do.  I froze there panicking slightly.  What would he think of my body,   Was he preluding something.  I didn't know what to as his hands gently caressed my shoulders and exposed back.  I didn't resist at all letting this man take me to wherever he wanted to go.   I felt his hands on my bear flesh now pushing me to sit on the bench and put my face into the rest.  As I settled in I felt his hands begin to massage my shoulders and down my back.  He didn't really do anything invasive he only moved the fabric away from my body where his hands needed to be. He stopped at the small of my back never going to my butt which stuck out in this position.  I so desired for him to grab hold of the globes of flesh and hold them in his powerful hand but he did not.   He may have been unfazed by this but I was going nuts.  Squirming against the pad between my legs.  I felt him move around in back of me pressing his hips up against my small of my back. I could now tell for sure that he was not unfazed by all of this.  Or he had put a flashlight in his pocket for 
safe keeping.  But he did nothing other than pleasure my body with his hands as an expert masseuse. It was amazing. I felt him move around to in front of me.  I looked up at him and he helped me up.  I stood attempting to pull my sundress back up.  He stopped my hand, instead letting it drop completely to the floor.  I stood before him exposed the only clothing covering my body a thin white panty.  I shivered and moaned slightly as he ran his hands across my face and down my sides caressing the side of my breast and his hands stopped on my hips.

"Why cover a work of art", He effortlessly lifted me off the floor shaking the dress from my feet in the process.  He set me down as he walked me back to the massage chair wearing only my underwear and a satisfied but nervous smile.  You now knelt in front of me and started to repeat the foot and calf massage from the day before.  Eventually you moved your  hands past my knees.  Grabbing my left leg by the ankle you put it on top of your shoulder and started to massage my thigh and hamstring in both of your strong hands making me repeatedly moan aloud.  I looked at you periodically.  You were staring intently at my body.  Now openly looking at my breasts and stomach, then ultimately to the last bit of material which now feels like a ridiculously flimsy barrier between me and this beautiful man jumping between my legs... He looked up switching his gaze to my face and locking  his gaze on my eyes as we stared at each other, you shifted legs repeating the same massage all the way to my panty line.. I so wanted you to slide on top of me and place your thick body on top of mine.  A single pull would completely expose my eager body to any attention you wanted.

I was sure my excitement was clear thru my panties but you made no notice of it outwardly.  But the obvious bulge in your pants made it clear.  You noticed me.  Possibly you could smell my excitement as my body called to you.  Eventually he finished, then moving he gently stood me up.  Walking over to my dress he picked it up and brought it to me.  Helping me back on with my dress right down to pulling the straps back over my shoulders.

"You are a work of art you know that don't you?  Thank you so much for allowing me see your body and even touch a masterpiece such as yourself.."

I blushed not accustomed to men admiring my body in a polite, but clearly hungry and desirous fashion.  I'm not sure why this man did not just take me then and there when all that stood between me feeling that muscular back as he lay between my outstretched thighs pinning me to the floor was one of the two of use tossing the panties to the floor.  He leaned forward cupping my face and kissed me on both cheeks.

"Exquisite."

Suddenly the door swung open and a woman walked in.  "Oh thank god you are open I thought for 
sure you would be closed"

"I'm sorry madam.  But I have a private client this evening we are not open for business."
She looked at you and then to me and developed that envious look that women as she scanned
the room seeing candles, and you standing there glowing.  She knew something wasn't normal and she huffed out.

"Avaleigh, I'm sorry but it looks like we are out of time this evening.  I'm afraid I'm going to 
have to ask you to reschedule the mani-pedi to another day.", you smiled widely.  I was blushed,
contented, confused, completely relaxed, excited, lusty, and then confused again.  Sure 
sure I said I can do that.  I smiled in the realization that he was inviting me back to 
this again.  In some vain attempt for me to get my nails actually done.  I made a comment
to the effect that I was going to have to go to another salon to get my nails actually done.
I giggled and gave him a sheepish grin.

He immediately stepped forward gripping my hips he pulled me to him. Pressing his body against
mine.  I felt his hardness clearly.  I looked up at him, oh god was he going to take me now?  Please
yes, no more teasing.  Just bend me of the massage chair and take what we both need.  But you broke the silence still gripping me tightly

"Well we can't have that can we Ms. Avaleigh.  I'll try and do a better job next time.  Would you 
like a ride home?"  I grinned at him laughing not prepared for you to "take me home".  Mostly
due to me not being able to contain myself if I got you near my door.  It would not be long before
I was feeling the weight of him pressing me down.  No thank you that won't be needed today....But
maybe someday

"Very good Avaleigh...See you soon??? On Saturday evening perhaps?", turning and spinning out the door I stepped into the cool night air.  Walking my bike back to my home.  Day dreaming of his hands on me and the wind whipped against my inappropriately dressed body.  Making me shiver but smiling