I held the towel over my bits and adjusted it to ensure maximum coverage as I laid back on the table.
“Comfortable?”
“Yup,” I lied.
Heidi resumed the massage, starting again on my shoulders – I hadn’t realized how much tension I was carrying there. I was thankful that she was able to reach parts of my body that hadn’t been accessible when I was on my front. Once again, I realized that my worries were unfounded. Maybe she’d sensed that I was a little uncomfortable with the tenor of her earlier comments about Kristen (and my dick – let’s not forget that she’d commented on my dick) and dialled up the professionalism. Her skills quickly relaxed me yet again and I found myself drifting off.
The massage was only 45 minutes long, and we’d probably used up half of that time already, so I couldn’t have been out for very long when I woke with a start. It took a second to realize what had jolted me awake. Had Heidi touched my cock? I looked downward and sure enough she was working on my thighs. The towel was still in place, thankfully. She wouldn’t have been bold enough to remove it, right? Did she touch me over the towel? She looked up at me with a gentle smile.
“You dozed off for a bit. I guess I’m getting you nice and relaxed after all!”
“For sure.” All I could do was agree. What was I going to do? Accuse her – probably falsely – of groping me while I slept?
She continued working my thighs. Despite her proximity to my dick and my suspicions, everything felt professional and necessary. If she was trying to turn me on, I’d have known it. Hell, even when she had her hands on my ass it hadn’t seemed “sexy”. I’m sure it was all in my head.
“I’m just wrapping up here. Everything feeling good?”
“Yeah, absolutely.”
“That’s great! I’m honoured that I was the one to pop your cherry, so to speak.”
OK. I guess she was just one of those people who liked to be “edgy”. The kind that finds it fun to try to be a little inappropriate. Should she have been making flirty little comments about my wife’s body? No. About my dick? Definitely not. Had she actually touched me while I dozed? Highly unlikely. Was I going to rat her out to her boss? Also no.
I was hardly an uptight person, so why was I so annoyed by this? I guess I was worried that it would get back to Kristen and she’d be mad at me (also an unlikely scenario, given that nothing untoward had happened). My hangups were my own and I should just move on.
“Haha, yeah. Thanks.”
“Anytime. You can get dressed and head out to the front. Sara will take care of the business end of things for you at the desk.”
“Sounds good.”
At that, she exited the room. I couldn’t resist taking a good look at her ass as she walked out. Mmm. What a gorgeous woman. In retrospect, managing not to pop a massive boner had been quite the feat. I tossed the towel onto the table as I dismounted, dressed quickly and headed out to the front. The receptionist took my payment and asked if I wanted to book my next appointment. I politely declined.
Tuesday, May 20th – 7:10pm