She Wanted A Massage

It had been one of those days at the fitness centre and I was looking forward to closing time so I could clean up and get home. The day had been relatively quiet with few customers, mainly those that wanted to use the gym and the baths. They were the worst because they tended to leave a mess that I had to tidy up. The staff was already to leave as the last customer had left about 30 minutes ago. They came into the reception area and milled around.

“Can we go Bram”? One said “everything is clean and ready for tomorrow”.

“There is still 15 minutes to closing time” I said.

“Oh come on, even if someone comes you will say that we are about to close”.

“Oh alright” I said “you’re right. Off you go, see you tomorrow”.

“Bye Bram” they chorused and trooped off “happily chatting”.

I started to tidy up the reception desk moving the paperwork into the “to-do” tray which could wait until tomorrow. I moved to the waiting room and tidied up the magazines putting them on the shelf under the table. I then went to the back and started to switch the lights off, room by room starting in the ladies washroom, moving on to the gents, the fitness rooms, the staff room and finally moved onto the massage rooms. I was nearly finished when I heard the bell on the entrance door ring.

“What”! I thought to myself, “Who can this be”? I walked to the reception. There was a lady standing against the desk and just about to bring her hand down on the “Attention” bell.

“Good evening Madam, is there anything I can do for you” I asked politely even though I was quietly annoyed.

“Yes please” she replied “I want a massage”.

“I’m very sorry but all the masseuse have left for the day. I am just closing the centre down for the day as we close in 10 minutes”.

“I really do need a massage” she said “it has been a terrible day”. As an afterthought she added “I am a member” and pulled out her membership card to prove it.

“But I don’t see how I can help you. Everyone has already gone home already. I am the only one here”. However it was business so I continued “Unless you don’t have any objections if I perform the massage”.

She thought for a small while and then said. “That will be alright”.

“Okay Madam. If you would please proceed to Cubicle No 1 I will get everything ready. Just through that door and down the corridor you can’t miss it”.

“I know where it is thank you” she said bruskly “this is not my first time here. I told you I was a member”.

“Of course Madam” I replied coolly “You will find everything laid out in the room. If you would get ready I will be with you immediately. I hope you understand but I will have to lock up as I don’t want to leave the reception unattended”.

“Yes, of course” she said as she walked away.

I locked the front door and flipped the sign to “Closed”. I then went to the staff room to change into the short sleeved white shirt, white slacks that was the ‘uniform’ when performing a massage. I started to pick up one of the trays that were already prepared with the oils when I thought to myself ‘Why not’?

I left the staff room and into the corridor and, taking a key, unlocked a door marked “Staff Only”. Behind the door was a dark narrow corridor that led to a small room which was lit by the light coming from Cubicle No 1 through the two way mirror. The lady was taking her clothes off. She already had her dress off and was hanging it on one of the hooks behind the door. She was facing away from me. She put her hands behind her back and unfastened her bra, slipped it off her shoulders and it joined the dress on the hook. She then placed her thumbs inside the top elastic of her panties and pulled them down lifting one leg at a time leaving me with the view of her totally naked back. The panties were also hung up. Then she went to the door and locked it and turned around to look at herself in the mirror.

‘Mmmmmm’ I murmured.

I was looking at two large, round, firm breasts with lovely areola peaked by sensitive looking nipples. Her pubes nestled at the base of her stomach above her mound and disappeared in-between her nicely shaped legs. She placed her hands under her breasts and cupped them. Her hands moved down between her legs and rubbed her thighs before moving around her stomach.

‘Nice’ I thought to myself ‘not bad at all. I wonder how relaxed she wants to be’? I smiled.

She moved to the massage table, picked up the folded towel and wrapped it around her body covering her nakedness. She then walked to door, listened, then unlocked it, went back to the massage table and lay face down.

I left the room, went to pick up the tray and proceeded to Cubicle No 1. I knocked on the door.

“Come in”.

I opened the door and walked in.

“Sorry to keep you waiting. My name is Bram. Apologies but I don’t remember your name”.

“Rosa”, she replied, “It is the first time I have been here since I joined”.

I placed the tray on the small table next to the bed.

“You mentioned a stressful day. Is there a particular massage you are looking for”? I asked.

“Not really. I feel tense all over, particularly in my back” Rosa replied, her voice muffled as it was coming though the face opening on the massage table.

I put the oil dispenser into one of the shirt hip pockets.

I moved to the head of the bed and pulled her arms up so they were resting crossed above her head. I placed the heels of my hands on her shoulders and pressed hard down and started to rotate them around; moving my hands slowly down the sides of her back on the outside of the towel until I reached her waist. I then moved my hands together at her spine and continued the rotation, pressing down hard and moving slowly back up. I continued this for four or five complete rotations.

I then went around to the other end of the table and squirted some oil into my hand from the dispenser and rubbed them together. I lifted one of her feet and applied the slickness all over the sole, between her toes and the upper side.