Female POV. So I do this part-time massage business, completely legit, just something I began doing to assist friends and co-workers. I'm not even licensed or anything, but I've been doing it long enough that people actually do trust me, particularly when they're not in the mood to go get a spa or clinic.
He arrived by referral. My cousin or friend of this guy, I don't know. He was punctual, very courteous, mid-30s or so. The standard small talk, nothing unusual at all. He got into position, face down, towel on, completely normal positioning.
I started on his back, shoulders, neck, he was tight, but relaxed quickly. He didn't talk much, which was fine by me. Some individuals like to chat the whole time, but he just laid there, letting me work. I worked my way down to his lower back, then down to his legs.
And that's when I saw it.
When I set the towel to work his hamstrings, I caught a glimpse. He was hard. Like solid. And he just… stayed there. Didn't flinch, didn't react. Just breathed normally like all was right.
I stood there for roughly half a second.
I've seen it happen before, men can't help themselves, you know? But normally, they're embarrassed or try to rectify it. But him? He didn't even try at all.
I tried to play cool. Just concentrated on his thighs. But my hands started to slow down, going a bit deeper. I kept trying to tell myself I was being completely professional, but… nah, not really. I was totally paying attention. Watching him like a hawk. Every time I inched my hands closer, I saw his back swell just slightly faster. As if he was panting through it. And somehow, I didn't back away. I stayed close. My fingers grazing just near the edge of the towel. Not on anything I shouldn't — but not far either.
And the air between us got so… heavy.
I began to experience it in my body. That sore sensation in my stomach. My thighs contracted. I was all warm in the middle. My skin, my chest, everything was really on high alert.
I knew I should have cut it off sooner. Cracked a joke. Went to get water. Something.
But I didn't.
He did not budge. Still. Letting me work. And I swear I could sense the tension in his entire body. As if he was restraining himself from movement — from doing something.
So, when I was done, I informed him that we were finished, and he just nodded. He didn't even move to roll over. Just lay under the towel. Still stiff.
I grabbed my stuff, told him, "You're good," and he quietly said, "Thanks."
He went out and didn't looked back
But now I simply can't help thinking about it.
After a few days, he scheduled another appointment. But this time, he specifically asked for me to be his masseur. I don't know why, but I felt a bit excited. This time, there are some crazy request.