¶ A Gift and Lingering Desire
Hey, come on in. Hi, hi. So sorry I'm late. I was halfway here when I realized I didn't have my wallet. Had to turn around and go back for it. Nah, no worries at all. You're my last line today anyway. Ah, okay, good. I almost called the cancel, but glad I didn't. I guess you don't remember me telling you this massage is on the house. I seem to remember something about that, but
Come on, you can't run a business by giving everything away for free, can you? No, I guess not. But you've spent a lot of time and money coming to my yoga classes. Consider it a gift, all right? Well, in that case, I guess I won't protest. Good. So I'm just gonna go ahead and step out and give you a few moments to get undressed.
You can lie down on that table under that sheet when you're ready, and then we can get started. Yeah, sounds good. Oh, and there's some cucumber water in that carafe if you want some. Thanks. There's always been something between us. Attraction? Definitely. But we've never moved beyond the suggestive comments and subtle looks across the room face.
Maybe we were both a little cautious to break that client trainer barrier. I think we've both just been waiting for the other one to make the You started showing up to my Thursday yoga class last At first, your appearances were sporadic at best. After a few weeks, you started coming in more often. And then, at some point, I was seeing you every Thursday without fail.
You would always linger after class, taking your time rolling up your mat and packing up your tote bag. It took me a little while to realize that you were waiting around so you could talk with me. Sometimes they were just quick casual chats. Other times we would talk for so long that we'd have to leave the studio so the next class could get started.
I try not to pick favorites when it comes to clients, but I just had this sense that something was building between us. That there was a reason why we felt so drawn to each other. We've had moments like that one time when I was readjusting your mountain pose. I was standing behind you helping you tuck in your hips and you pressed your back against my chest. And your ass right into my hips. You turned your head to the side and looked at me, like you wanted me to kiss you.
And last week, you asked me about my massage services, how business is going, and if I could maybe squeeze you in sometime.
¶ Intimate Touch and Rising Tension
Come in. The sight of you face down on my table makes me pause. You're naked except for the thin cotton sheaf draped over your back. There's something really beautiful about your hair in a messy bun. The light from the window reflecting off your skin. All right. Any points of tension you want me to focus on today? Um no, nothing I can think of. You probably know my body better than I do, honestly, from all the yoga classes.
That's um that's true. Well, in that case, I'll give some attention to hip flexors and lower back. You were having some stiffness back there, if I remember correctly. This is why you're my favorite instructor. I can't believe you remember stuff like that. If I'm being honest, you've always been one of my favorite clients.
Just let me know how the pressure feels if you want any adjustments. We'll do. I'm gonna pull the sheet down to your waist and go get some oil. I want you completely relaxed and comfortable. Would you mind taking in a deep breath for me? Very good. I'm gonna start on your shoulders now and work down your back. Okay. I press the base of my palms into your upper back and curl my fingers into your shoulders.
I need the area with long, soft strokes. Just testing your resistance. I need to see how much pressure you like and how much you can take. My thumbs sink into the skin of your shoulder blades and press into your muscles. Mm-hmm. Mm. Got a bit of tension in your upper back. I'm going to increase the pressure and see if I can work that out for you. Mmm, sounds good. I work my thumbs inward towards your spine, adding more pressure with every stroke.
Your upper back tenses, flexes, and then relaxes under my touch. I work down from your shoulders, dragging streaks of oil over the center of your back. We've had those moments of closeness in class together. But this is different. My hands on your body. No one else in the room with us. The pressure is okay? You can go harder. Okay. Don't worry, I can take it. I knew this would be intimate, massaging you. And to be honest, I'd really been looking forward to it.
You've got a lot of tightness down here too. Right at the base of your spine. Sit at a desk all day? Yeah, it's a little sensitive. I can tell. I'll be gentle. Let me just get deep ready there. I shift my touch further down and press my thumbs into the center of your lower back. I have to lay the base of my palms along the top of your ass. Your body is throbbing beneath my hands. I can feel your pulse. Feel the rise and fall of your breath. I feel close to you. And sink almost.
Oh yeah. I'm going to move down to your legs now. Just gonna take your leg out from under. You can just take the sheet off if you want. You turn your head to the side, and even though I can't see your eyes, I can feel you looking at me. I'm strict when it comes to boundaries with clients, but it's always been different with you. Ever since you first showed up in my class, You're always asking for more with me. It's bold. And it's very, very attractive. Is that okay?
I take a moment to just look at you. Your body spread out on my table, completely bare, oil reflecting off the smooth stretch of your back, the curve of your shoulder blades, your hips.
¶ Crossing the Line of Desire
I have to stay focused. But I really want you. Can I ask you something? Yeah, of course. Have you ever been um attracted to someone you were massaging? Um I've had very attractive clients before, yeah. I hope you don't mind me asking. I'm just curious if other people get turned on during a session. I'm trying to focus on what I'm doing, but your question is reverberating through my mind. I can hear the arousal in your voice.
I place both hands at the top of your left thigh, just below your ass. Your muscles flex beneath my hands as I squeeze. And release. Mmm, that feels good. Yeah? You're still a little tight, but I think I can fix that. I shift my hands over to your other thigh. Your breath catches. And my dick strains against my boxers. Oh my god. I can give you more. Is that what you want? Let me take care of you.
Your breath is getting heavier. I can feel goosebumps rising around the back of your legs as I slide my thumbs further inward along your inner thighs. You spread your legs a little, opening yourself up to me. I drag my fingertips up your thigh and hover right between your legs. Can I touch you here? Please. Thanks for Welcome to this audio desire's original story. this short, but this story is too hot for most platforms. To listen to the full story, head on over to Create your account today.
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