Midnight thoughts

Thought 5.

Last week was super tiring. It was like every other week I have to say. Stuck all day in work, sitting on a chair that is anything but comfortable, and forced to attend a bench of meetings. It has always been the same since I got this job, but the good news is it pays me well, so well that I can afford offering myself a nice relaxing massage every weekend. Just like this Saturday morning as I'm pushing the door and smiling at the pretty receptionist.

" I have an appointment." I tell her with a smile and she nods, asks for my name and taps something on her computer.

" We're afraid Samantha can't be at your service today." She apologizes and I frown. I remember checking her availability. This girl has real magic hands. "But we have Eric to replace her. I hope you don't mind that. He really knows how to use his hands." She follows her words with a wink and I giggle.

"I'll go for it."

I really need this massage. I don't care who's giving it to me at this point.

" It's room 9. He'll be waiting for you."

He shows me the way with her hand and I thank her before heading to room 9. Eric was already waiting in the room. He was a pretty big handsome guy, big arms, wide chest, long legs. His hair was perfectly styled in a 80s haircut, matching perfectly with his sharp jawline. He was wearing a black shirt, with the massage center name printed on the back and his name in the front.

He offers me a gentle smile and hands me a body towel.

" Be comfortable." He tells me before leaving the room.

I follow him with my eyes before shaking my head. I take off my clothes and wrap the towel around my naked body before laying on my stomach ready for the massage.

" The receptionist told me you're Samantha's client."

" Yes, that girl is a magician." I approve and he laughs.

I hear him move around my body, grabbing the oil bottle and pouring some directly on my body. He starts slowly rubbing my toes, going as slow as he can, his fingers getting between my toes  before he stars cracking them. I can't look at him but I can hear him breathing loudly.

His hands then slide on my calves, up to my thighs. He gently spreads them and I let him do so, probably offering him a pretty view at my ass since the towel lifted up a bit. He starts drowning circles with his palms on the back of my thighs. His fingers sometimes dig in my skin, but it didn't hurt so I just let him do his jobs without complaining.

I feel all my muscles relax under his touch. I must admit he's better than Samantha, softer than her. And he must get how comfortable I was since he finally lifts the towel himself leaving me butt naked.

" You don't have to hold them."

I frown and I straighten up a bit to look up him but he insists on keeping me in my place by holding my shoulders. I'm not really sure about what he means by his words but I may have an idea regarding how touchy he's getting right now as his palms keep sliding all over my oily body.

" Most of my clients don't bother holding their moans." He adds and I giggle.

I knew he was talking about this and I'm not even surprised by his comment. He must have heard me when I let out that deep sigh. A deep sigh that uncontrollably comes out of my mouth again when he holds my ass cheeks with both his hands and gives them a slow massage.

" I'm not a really loud person." I say to make an end to this conversation that is starting to get embarrassing.

" They all say that in the begging." I was going to ask what he means but he interrupts me. " Can you please turn around, mam' ."