Hands On

“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.”

“Ah, no worries at all. You’re my last client today anyway.”

“Okay, good. I almost called to 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… c’mon. 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, alright?”

“Well, in that case, I guess I won’t protest.”

“Good. So, I’m just going to go ahead and step out and give you a few moments to get undressed. You can lie down on the 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 the 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-from-across-the-room phase.

Maybe we’re 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 move.

You started showing up to my Thursday evening yoga class last spring. 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 the sense that something was building between us, that there was a reason 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 some time…

“Come in.”

The sight of you face down on my table makes me pause. You’re naked except for the thin cotton sheet 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.

“Alright. 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 and if you want any adjustments.”

“Will do.”

“I’m going to pull the sheet down to your waist. And… just get some oil. I want you completely relaxed… and comfortable… Would you mind just taking in a deep breath for me?”

“Very good. I’m going to start on your shoulders and just work down your back.”

“Okay.”

I press the base of my palms into your upper back… and curl my fingers into your shoulders.

I knead 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…

“You’ve got a little bit of tension in your upper back. I’m going to increase the pressure and see if I can work that out for you.”

“Mm, 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…

“That’s good…”

“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’ve been really 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 deeper in 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.

In sync, almost.

“Oh… yeah…”

“I’m going to move down to your legs now. Just going to… take your left 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.

“That okay?”

“Mmhmm.”

I take a moment to just look at you. Your body… spread out on my table… completely bare. Oil reflecting off of the smooth stretch of your back… the curve of your shoulder blades… your hips…

I have to stay focused, but… I really want you.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah. Of course.”

“Have you ever been… attracted to someone you were massaging?”

“Um… I’ve had very attractive clients before, yeah.”

“I hope you don’t mind me asking.”

“No, not at all.”

“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.

“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?”

“Yeah… I want more…”

“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?”

“Yeah… please…”

My hand glides over your pussy… and heat emanates out onto my hand.

I push my fingers through your outer lips, slow.

“Oh my god…”

Your pussy is slick and warm around my fingers. You lift your hips just a little in response to my touch.

“I love feeling your body react to me…”

“God, I can’t help it… you feel so good…”

“You’re so… soft… wet… I’m going to just massage your clit… draw circles over it…”

“Do you like that?”

“Yeah. Yeah, keep going…”

I keep my free hand moving down your leg. Your calf tenses as I drift down… squeezing and rubbing the tightness away.

“Keep breathing. And just… listen to my voice. I’m touching only one part of you, but… I want you to feel it everywhere.”

“Can you feel me? Rubbing my fingers up… and down through you…”

“Mmm, yeah, I can feel you.”

“I’m still feeling some tension in your body. How about you turn over for me?”

“Okay.”

You turn over on the table and… I just want to look at you, take in all of you.

I lay both hands on your breasts and graze my fingers over your nipples.

I’m trying to go slow, but I’m having a hard time controlling myself. Every part of my body is buzzing.

I pinch one of your nipples as I guide your legs apart. I drag my fingertips over your clit… and down to your entrance.

I enter you with two fingers, just slowly gliding in…

“You’re tensing. Breathe in when I pull my fingers out… and breathe out when I go in you…”

“Okay.”

I pull my fingers out of you as slowly as I possibly can… and repeat the process.

Again.

And again.

Your nipples are getting hard as I squeeze each one… responding to me… my touch.

“Oh, fuck… I want more…”

“Yeah? What do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

I pull down my pants with one hand and stumble out of them, never letting my eyes leave yours.

I keep my fingers inside you as I take out my dick, working deeper inside you as I stroke myself.

“Keep breathing…”

I pull my hand away from you and hold onto your ankles I guide you further down the table until your legs are hanging over the edge.

“Condom. In my purse.”

I roll the condom down my shaft… and stand between your parted legs.

My hands tighten around your hips and I slowly push forward… rubbing myself up against your clit.

And then, I enter you…

I slide in your pussy so easy. You’re clenching tight around my tip.

I pull out, slow…

… and push in again. Further this time.

“Oh, fuck, that’s it…”

I go deeper in you with each stroke.

You tilt your head back, chin up towards the ceiling as I press myself in and out of you.

“You’re so beautiful… fuck, I just want to make you feel good.”

“Can you touch my clit, please?”

I put my fingers up against your clit and your whole body starts to tremble. Your neck is glistening with sweat.

“Oh, yes, keep going, keep going.”

“Like that?”

“Yeah, don’t stop…”

I look down and watch my dick disappear inside of you, watch my fingers work against your clit.

“Oh my god. Oh my god…”

“Going to make you feel good everywhere…”

There’s goosebumps all over you now. You lift up your legs and wrap them around my waist to take me deeper.

“Yeah—yeah!”

“I want to see you again. Not in class. And not here.”

“Okay. Yeah. I’d like that.”

“You can see me in something other than gym clothes.”

“Hey, I don’t mind. It’s a good look.”

“Okay. Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow.”