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- In good hands -

⚠️tw: nudity, masturbation, sex in the workplace, oiled,mention of food

Your massage room was clean, tidy, and smelling fresh, the massage table was ready for anyone who needed it, and you were getting ready to take your long-awaited afternoon break after your third client of the day. Just as you relaxed into a chair in the corner of your room, your boss, the spa owner, entered. The woman was insufferably annoying, always delegating tasks she could do herself to other masseuses.

-Hey, I have an urgent client, I need you to provide his care. She said sharply, and you didn't argue. You put away your precious lunch and sanitized your hands before going to find the client.

In the waiting room, a tall man sat in one of the chairs, casually, a little rudely. He wore jeans, boots, and a black t-shirt. He was handsome, but your job wasn't to admire him, even so was nice to check out some muscles every now and then, touching it was even better.

-Good afternoon, sir, I'm... You introduced yourself, as was company standard, and extended your hand to him. -I'll be taking care of you today. You can come with me. He nodded and mumbled something.

From the way he walked, you could tell his shoulders were tense and his lower back was aching, which was actually reflected in the anamnesis chart the receptionist had left in your room. It was routine; he probably just needed a relaxing massage and might even be in a good mood afterward. In the room, you instructed him to undress and leave his clothes on a small piece of furniture behind a curtain. While he undressed, you prepared the warm massage oil, relaxing essential oils, and anything else you might need for your massage.

You heard the curtain open but took a while to look up. When you finally looked forward, your client was completely naked, staring at you as if waiting for something. You didn't even remember his name anymore. It was... You quickly grabbed the clipboard with the form and read it.

-Hmm, Randy, you could have kept your underwear on. You said professionally as you looked at the client's face, trying to appear as focused and unashamed as possible. He had a gorgeous body, strong, tall, and tanned.

-I prefer to stay like this. He responded, lying face down on the massage table while looking at you impatiently. You began to run your warm oil over his skin, spreading it with slow, continuous strokes that went from his calves to his butt cheeks . He responded with deep, husky moans, muffled by the table sheets. Your hands were already accustomed to giving relaxing massages automatically, but his body seemed much more tense than your usual clients, so you were paying extra attention to certain areas, and he seemed to enjoy it because his body was goosebumps and hot. With each deep stroke, he relaxed more, his legs feeling light.

He whispered something as your hands moved up to his broad back.

-Do you need something? You asked as you massaged the tense, knotted muscles of his back. The tattoo there caught your attention.

-Your hands are good... He said, turning his head to look at you for a moment, his blue eyes staring into yours. It was as if the sound of his voice made your body shiver like a cold breeze after leaving the pool.

-Thank you. You answered simply, and he smiled, laying his head back down and grunting as you worked out the knots in his back. His muscles were so tense, you wondered what he did for a living that made him so tense.

When you finished his back, you asked him to turn over, arranged a towel over his groin, and spread the warm oil over his skin again, this time on his chest and abdomen. Your eyes took in everything, especially his hard nipples and how the towel seemed to grow, but you ignored that and continued the massage, running your hands up and down his sculpted body. Randy was truly handsome, his eyes closed and his small eyelashes seemed to indicate peace, but his peach-colored lips had a smug little smile the whole time. Your gaze dropped again, and this time your hands too. You were used to adjusting your clients' members during massages, but with him, your face was hot, and if you could see yourself, you would say it was so red it looked more like purple. You quickly adjusted him and went to work on his thick thighs. It was like a veritable playground, your hands gliding, squeezing, and making circular movements on his thighs as you tried to ignore the tent forming in his towel, his moans of satisfaction, and the way his hips rose. when your hand went up to near his groin, that was something standard, many customers, of all genders had already experienced this at your table, it was normal that the touch could make the customer excited, but that had never happened to you, you felt hot, wet and oh you wanted to touch him, and he seemed to want to be touched, you tried to maintain your sanity and convince yourself that you were imagining things, but with each passing minute it was as if the room was a large oven and you were melting in there.

-Do you want me to stop? You asked as part of the protocol in case that happened, but Randy just moaned.

-Don't stop, your hands are good... He lifted his hips and bit his lip, you could see the tip of his cock as he thrust his hips up further. You decided to test it out and wet your hands even more in the warm oil.

Your heart was pounding so hard when you wrapped both hands around Randy's cock that you thought you were going to have a heart attack. He bit his lip again, gasping as you moved your hands up and down his cock, covering it with oil and masturbating him. It was the first time you had done that with a client. He didn't complain, didn't open his eyes, just moaned your name softly, making you almost choke. He praised your hands nonstop, biting his lip, gripping the sheets and moving his hips as if fucking your hands. He seemed sensitive, needing touch.

Rubbing your fingers over the tip, massaging his balls, you captured every facial expression, every moan, every little thing made you wetter and wetter. You had forgotten about your work, your boss, your lunch break. It was as if that moment needed to last longer, but you both knew it was ending.

-Oh yes... I'm almost there, baby... Randy said, gripping the sheets as you rubbed the head of his cock. He grabbed the table sheets, and you continued to give this stranger total pleasure, watching his toes curl, his muscles tense and his lips bit again as he coated your fingers with hot cum. Randy's cum dripped through your fingers, down his cock to his balls, and settled in a small puddle on the table. His balls contracted and his phallus throbbed in your hands as you milked him until he begged you to stop. He gasped, and you stared at your cum-covered fingers. You chuckled softly, and Randy slowly opened his eyes, sitting up as you wiped your hands on a towel.

-Your hands are really good... He said, smiling as he looked you up and down.

-This isn't part of the service protocol... You said as you straightened your uniform, and he laughed.

-I'm not going to go around telling anyone about it, baby.He said as he approached you, his naked body covered in oil. Randy cupped your face and kissed you slowly, a kiss that, even though slow, was full of lust. He held you by the hips as you gave in to the desire to possess each other more and more. The air in the room was heavy, your bodies were hot, and nothing else mattered.

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