one of her favorite times of the week because he actually cared about what was going on with her, and it was nice to have someone to talk with, rather than just listen to for an hour.
He was a gorgeous man with a sharp mind and a kind tongue, and all of that together, plus the fact that she had a little crush on him, made him one of her most favorite clients.
He walked through the door just when he was scheduled to, and she welcomed him warmly.
"Kyle!" She smiled brightly at him. "It's so good to see you. How are you doing today?"
She expressed genuine concern for him, and he always appreciated it. It was nice to talk to someone who actually cared about how he was doing.
He smiled back at her. "I'm doing alright! How are you doing?" .
"I'm good." That was more or less the truth. She was stressed, but she was good.
He asked how she did on her history exam as she took his coat and hung it up in the wardrobe of the massage room.
She closed the wardrobe door and turned to him with a smile of surprise. "I did well! Thank you for remembering and thinking to ask me!" She was touched that he had even thought to ask her how she had done.
He nodded. "I'm glad to hear it. It always makes me happy when you've done well."
She felt her cheeks go a little warm and she looked up into his green eyes. "Thank you. You're always so kind." She reminded herself to breathe as she realized that she had been holding her breath while he looked at her and spoke to her. "I'd better step out for a few minutes while you get undressed and make yourself comfortable on the bed. I'll come back in a few minutes. Take your time," she told him as she bowed out of the room.
A few minutes later, she knocked on the door and he bid her come in. He was face down on the bed, waiting for her, a thin cover over his body. She smiled to herself as she let her eyes drift over the shape of his form. He was fun to work on, but he was also very nice to look at and she allowed herself an appreciative smile.
She went to the head of the table and began to look through the essential oils she had in her cabinet. "What kind of oil do you think you'd like today?" She picked up a few different bottles that she knew he liked.
He sighed. "Let's go with peppermint today. I need to relax. It's been rough lately."
She turned and looked down at the back of his head, her brow furrowing slightly. "Really? How come? What's going on?"
He moaned a little and sighed. "Just the usual. Work, wife, life. The things I've tied myself to that pull at me. I didn't come in here to bleed my sorrows, though. I'm here to relax and enjoy my time with you." He smiled and sighed again as she oiled her hands and placed them on his shoulders, working lightly for a moment over his skin before beginning to press her fingers into his muscles.
She felt his tension right away and began to push her thumbs into it to work it out. She watched his skin rolling beneath her fingers and she let her mind drift back to when they'd first met. She had just started working at the spa and he was one of her first customers. She had been nervous because she hadn't been a masseuse for very long and she was still learning confidence in her professional role, and then he had walked in looking the way that he did, and she had felt the butterflies in her stomach dance wildly.
She'd been attracted to him right away, which she knew was not a good thing for a new professional to do, but she couldn't help it. She had flirted with him a little, not wanting to overstep her bounds, but still enjoying expressing her interest in him while having some fun.
He had laid beneath the cover the first time and with each and every touch, he had drawn her even more into a crush for him. Unveiling him a little at a time as she worked over him had been a sweet and torturous tease for her, and they had talked for a while, just about each other, and she had loved
He was a gorgeous man with a sharp mind and a kind tongue, and all of that together, plus the fact that she had a little crush on him, made him one of her most favorite clients.
He walked through the door just when he was scheduled to, and she welcomed him warmly.
"Kyle!" She smiled brightly at him. "It's so good to see you. How are you doing today?"
She expressed genuine concern for him, and he always appreciated it. It was nice to talk to someone who actually cared about how he was doing.
He smiled back at her. "I'm doing alright! How are you doing?" .
"I'm good." That was more or less the truth. She was stressed, but she was good.
He asked how she did on her history exam as she took his coat and hung it up in the wardrobe of the massage room.
She closed the wardrobe door and turned to him with a smile of surprise. "I did well! Thank you for remembering and thinking to ask me!" She was touched that he had even thought to ask her how she had done.
He nodded. "I'm glad to hear it. It always makes me happy when you've done well."
She felt her cheeks go a little warm and she looked up into his green eyes. "Thank you. You're always so kind." She reminded herself to breathe as she realized that she had been holding her breath while he looked at her and spoke to her. "I'd better step out for a few minutes while you get undressed and make yourself comfortable on the bed. I'll come back in a few minutes. Take your time," she told him as she bowed out of the room.
A few minutes later, she knocked on the door and he bid her come in. He was face down on the bed, waiting for her, a thin cover over his body. She smiled to herself as she let her eyes drift over the shape of his form. He was fun to work on, but he was also very nice to look at and she allowed herself an appreciative smile.
She went to the head of the table and began to look through the essential oils she had in her cabinet. "What kind of oil do you think you'd like today?" She picked up a few different bottles that she knew he liked.
He sighed. "Let's go with peppermint today. I need to relax. It's been rough lately."
She turned and looked down at the back of his head, her brow furrowing slightly. "Really? How come? What's going on?"
He moaned a little and sighed. "Just the usual. Work, wife, life. The things I've tied myself to that pull at me. I didn't come in here to bleed my sorrows, though. I'm here to relax and enjoy my time with you." He smiled and sighed again as she oiled her hands and placed them on his shoulders, working lightly for a moment over his skin before beginning to press her fingers into his muscles.
She felt his tension right away and began to push her thumbs into it to work it out. She watched his skin rolling beneath her fingers and she let her mind drift back to when they'd first met. She had just started working at the spa and he was one of her first customers. She had been nervous because she hadn't been a masseuse for very long and she was still learning confidence in her professional role, and then he had walked in looking the way that he did, and she had felt the butterflies in her stomach dance wildly.
She'd been attracted to him right away, which she knew was not a good thing for a new professional to do, but she couldn't help it. She had flirted with him a little, not wanting to overstep her bounds, but still enjoying expressing her interest in him while having some fun.
He had laid beneath the cover the first time and with each and every touch, he had drawn her even more into a crush for him. Unveiling him a little at a time as she worked over him had been a sweet and torturous tease for her, and they had talked for a while, just about each other, and she had loved
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