“Would you give me a massage?”
An innocent enough question. Dave worked as an aromatherapist and when paid for it was strictly professional. There had been one or two occasions when friends of the tender gender had asked him for a massage that his strict code of conduct had, shall we say slipped a little. Not that this had been without considerable encouragement from those of the gentle sex involved.
With Helen, Dave just didn’t know how to read her. Was she just after a massage or was there more to it. With Alice, he had known it was just a massage and she had gone on to become a paying client as had another half dozen of his friends. With Emma, he had known where it was going long before she had asked him to massage her breasts. This time, however, Dave was stumped. Still rather than risk a claim of sexual assault or severe embarrassment at least he decided to play it straight. Sure he might be embarrassed if later he was teased at being so dense but he could live with that.
With that in mind, Dave arranged a time for Helen to come round.
Dave didn’t just do a massage, he got out a consultation sheet and they spent half an hour talking about physical and psychological issues to do with Helen’s life before he chose which essential oils to use.
Vetivert, a grounding oil, really good for those who needed to keep their feet firmly on the ground. Bitter orange, an oil that helped ataşehir escort bayan move blocked Qi. One of the best oils around for treating depression. Jasmine, an oil that would help to heal issues of the heart. Last but not least, Rosemary for remembrance but also clear, helping with decision making.
Dave left the room while Helen undressed. It was good that he didn’t know her that well, he mused. Often those he thought he knew well, he didn’t and that made choosing the best oils for them difficult. They still felt better after the massage of course, they just didn’t get the best out of the treatment.
Dave marvelled at the perfection of her ebony black skin, not just it’s appearance but the texture of it as he worked the oil into her back. He had chosen walnut oil as the carrier to put the fragrant essential oils into, partly for it’s nourishing effect on the skin but also for the vitamin E content which would help some of her physical symptoms.
Helen’s back and shoulders were remarkably tight but this was partly Dave realised, that she had muscles that he hadn’t realised were there with the loose fitting clothing she normally wore. He felt the tension drain away as he worked and before he moved down onto her legs, Helen was fast asleep. An hour passed and Dave, gently woke her up so she could turn over and he could massage the front of her legs before moving on to escort kadıköy her abdomen, followed by her arms, more work on the neck and shoulders and the head and face.
By the time Dave finished, slowly moving his hands away from her head but still holding her energy field or Aura, the massage had been going for two hours, half an hour longer than usual.
The whole time, Dave had never even thought about what it would be like to push the boundaries, strange that because by looks, normally he would have been thinking about sex, almost from the moment he met her. What was that about? He wondered as he washed his hands while giving Helen the chance to get dressed.
Returning to the door he was about to knock when he heard the sound of sobbing. This was not the first time that someone he had seen had had an emotional release from the massage. It was the first time it had happened away from paid practice however.
He knocked, and not hearing an answer repeated the action before entering the room.
“Thank you. That was exactly what I needed.” Her voice was ragged and broken by her sobbing and the effect of that on her breathing.
“Emma told me to ask you for a massage but,” and Helen smiled, her eyes bright despite the tears, “I think she might have had something different in mind.”
“You might be right.” Dave acknowledged, a bulge forming at the front of his maltepe escort white practice trousers as he recalled what had happened after he had finished massaging Helen.
“Can I have a hug?” Helen asked, tentatively.
Dave didn’t answer but opened his arms, only registering that Helen hadn’t yet dressed when he felt her breasts pressing against his chest through his tunic. He was so used to seeing people in various states of undress that he hadn’t even thought about it. Now, how was he going to get out of this?
“Sorry, I should have said something and reminded you to put some clothes on first.” Dave apologised.
“Don’t worry about it.” Helen answered. Somehow with this man, she felt safer wearing just a pair of knickers than she did with most men fully clothed.
“Do you want to talk about it? I don’t mind if you do and I don’t have anything I need to be doing this evening.”
“Thanks. I don’t think I am ready yet. Can I be really cheeky and ask for another massage next week? I would pay for one if I could afford it but at the moment I can’t.”
“Of course you can,” Dave answered. He wasn’t short of money and besides, a lot of his paying clients had come from recommendations by those he had given free sessions to. Dave was also honest enough to admit to himself that another motivation as well as wanting to help, was that he was nosey enough to want to know the story behind Helen’s tears. He wondered what was behind the level of her gratitude and they way she trusted him so much when they didn’t really know each other that well.
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