“They already know me, so all I have to do is give them my name and they have my favorites prepared for me to pick up.
Okay, now just take off your shirt and go ahead and lie down on your back.”
She’d no sooner spoken the words than he was pulling his shirt over his head.
Deep breaths.
Deep breaths,
she reminded herself.
And stop staring!
It was easier said than done though.
So she turned and started gathering the oil and lighting the candles.
Again she started by warming up the oil in her hands before she began massaging his neck.
After about twenty minutes, she pulled her stool in so she could sit down to begin the scalp massage.
Rosie couldn’t help but smile at his groans of pleasure.
He was just so responsive to her touches that she wondered about his reaction if she were to get her hands around his cock.
Even through the denim, she couldn’t help but notice the huge bulge.
She knew she could help him with his problem and have him cumming in her hands with just a few strokes, but she had to keep those thoughts to herself.
Concentrating back on his scalp, she continued for another five minutes before she stopped.
“All done,” she said as she put the headrest back in place and laid his head on it.
“So, was it as good as the first time?” she asked playfully.
“Baby, it just keeps getting better every time,” was his response as he sat up on the table.
Hopping down, he stretched, and her gaze was drawn to the muscles in his chest and shoulders.
He took excellent care of his body.
William was all rippling muscle and not an ounce of fat.
Trying to hide her red face from him, she turned and began washing her hands.
After she was sure she had herself under control, she turned back towards him and noticed he had put his shirt back on.
“Do you ever get a massage?” he asked her curiously.
“No, not as often as I would like.
It’s been awhile since I last had one, so it’s time to set up another appointment with Josh.”
She glanced at the wall and noticed that if she didn’t hurry, she was going to be late for dinner.
Damn, again she had gone longer than usual.
“I don’t mean to rush you, but if I don’t hurry, I’m going to be late for dinner with my sister.”
She tidied up as fast as she could and then led him out to the front reception area, where Melissa was getting ready to close up.
“No problem,” he said before he took her into another hug.
Rosie nearly melted. It felt so damn good to be pulled into his strong embrace. She felt so safe and protected that she didn’t want him to ever let her go.
“I will call you soon,” he whispered before he pulled back and paid a smirking Melissa.
Not waiting around to be interrogated, she fled back to her office to gather her things.
Once she’d shut down her computer, she said goodbye to Melissa before getting in her car and rushing to her sister’s house.
*****
William felt on top of the world as he drove home.
And it all had to do with a certain massage therapist with the magical hands.
He wanted her in his bed, where she could put those hands to other uses, but first he wanted to do something special for her.
Which was why he had asked if she got regular massages.
She obviously took excellent care of her clients, yet there wasn’t someone there to do the same for her.
He wanted to be the man to give her that, and so much more.
There was an attraction there that got stronger every time they talked or met in person.
As he exited, he knew just how he was going to accomplish both of his goals.
He would wait until Saturday to implement his newly hatched plan.
*****
Saturday was Rosie’s day off, and all she planned to do was lounge around her house and catch up on her TV shows.
She had a week’s worth of episodes she needed to delete before Monday, so she wasted no time after breakfast to get started.
She did some cleaning and laundry in between, and by late afternoon she was relaxing on her couch after a long, luxuriating bath when her cell phone began chirping.
“
Hola
,” she said as she hit pause on her control.
“Rosie, it’s William.
Do you think you can come over to my house right now?
I pulled something at work, and my back is hurting like hell.”
“Of course, what happened?” she asked as she jumped up and ran to her room to change clothes.
“I was helping move some debris at a fire when I felt something give in my
lower back….”
“I don’t know, William.
I think you should see a doctor.
Is Matt there?”
“No, he had to work.
I’m in my bed.
The back door is unlocked—just let yourself in, and I’ll be waiting for you.”
She took down directions to his place and quickly gathered the things she would need into her bag.
Turning off her TV as she made her way out the door, she rushed to the car and was on her way.
She was going to give him a stern lecture on the proper ways of lifting and protecting his back.
Being an ex-firefighter, he should already know this.
Men.
They think they are invincible.
Within thirty minutes she was putting her car into park and making her way inside his house.
Locking it behind her, she headed up the stairs.
“William,” she called out at the top of the steps.
“William, I’m here.
Where are you?” she asked again, moving further down the hallway.
“William?” she tried again.
To her right, she saw an open door and figured that was his bedroom. As she entered the room, she slowed and nearly stumbled at the sight that greeted her.
William stood by the bed and watched her reaction color her face.
Rosie came to a complete stop as she took in his bedroom.
He had spent the better half of the day shopping for and then stetting out all the candles.
Then it had been a matter of getting her to come over to his house to begin.
“What is all this?
I thought you said you hurt your back.”
She had not come in further than the door, so he started towards her.
“It’s all part of my surprise.” He finally reached her and took her bag as he pulled her further into the room.
Setting the bag on a nearby chair, he led her to the master bathroom.
“Why don’t you go in there and take off your clothes.
There is a towel you can use to wrap around yourself.”
She looked so beautiful in her confusion.
He had to nudge her inside and close the door behind her.
He began to light the candles that surrounded the bed and took out the bottle of massage oil he bought for her.
It was a special blend he ordered consisting of jasmine, sandalwood, cedar, amber, and patchouli that was very seductive.
After an eternity, she finally came out in nothing more than a towel held tightly at her chest.
He could read confusion and apprehension on her face, so he rushed to reassure her.
“If you’re not comfortable with anything I’m doing, just say the word and I will stop.
All I want to do is make you feel as relaxed and sated as I have felt in your hands.”
He said a prayer of thanks when he saw her nod her head in agreement.
Reaching out his hand to her, he waited until she put her smaller one in his and then led her to the bed.
“Go ahead and lie down on your stomach and make yourself comfortable.”
The sight of her on his bed, with only a towel covering her round ass, made the barbaric feelings evolution tried so hard to suppress spring forward.
His large four-poster bed never looked so inviting.
Climbing onto the bed beside her, he kept his clothes on for his preservation and to assure her that this was all for her pleasure.
“Now just close your eyes, relax and feel my hands working out all the tension and knots from your body.”
Again, she nodded and did his bidding.
He reached out to the bedside table for the bottle of massage oil.
Applying a liberal amount to his hands, he began to rub his hands together.
Straddling the back of her legs, he kept his weight off of her as he began to knead her soft, smooth shoulders.
He had looked on the web for more information on different types of massages, but ultimately he just emulated what she had done to him.
Starting at her shoulders, he worked his way down her back, leaving no part untouched.
Rosie’s soft sighs and moans of pleasure let him know he was doing it right. Once he reached her lower back, he added more oil, before his hands swept back up to her shoulders.
Once.
Twice.
And then his hands went all the way down, pushing the towel further down until he uncovered her sweet ass.
William heard her soft gasp of surprise, but she didn’t stop him as he began kneading the round globes in his hands.
As much as he would love to spend all night there, he began moving further down her body, massaging one leg and then the other.
Kneeling at the foot of the bed, he stared down at her luscious body glistening in oil.
“Turn onto your back, baby,” he said, his voice rough with lust.
He waited patiently as she flipped over, baring the front of her body to him.
She wouldn’t look at him; he wondered if she was a little embarrassed.
He said nothing as he took her left foot in his hands and began massaging the bottom of her foot.
Knowing she spent all day on her feet, he spent extra time there, making sure he rubbed all the stress away.
Her moans were getting a little louder and sounding less inhibited as he started on her right foot.
Laying her foot back onto the bed, he climbed down and began to remove his clothes.
All except his boxers.
If he wanted to finish her massage, he needed to keep those on.
Rosie didn’t move a muscle as he moved to the head of the bed and climbed on.
“Rosie baby, sit up for a minute,” he asked gently.
“Can’t, my limbs feel like jelly.
I don’t think I can move,” she said without opening her eyes.
Chuckling, he lifted her into a sitting position and then settled in behind her so her back was to his chest.
Pulling her back, he arranged her to his satisfaction.
“Shhh, just sit back and relax,” he assured her once again.
He waited until she relaxed against him as his fingers stroked an invisible line from her wrist to shoulder and then back down again.
His hands then moved up to her head, moving the thick hair out of the way as he began massaging her scalp.
Rosie began to writhe against him, the pleasure felt so good.
She couldn’t keep still as his hands continued to knead and press down onto her scalp.
And the sounds she was making would have embarrassed her if she could think rationally.
She would have never thought her scalp was an erogenous zone, yet there she was, moaning in pleasure, asking for more.
Her hands gripping his thighs, toes curling in bliss as William continued with his ministrations. The sweet torture continued several more minutes.