My eyes widen at her comment, and I’m suddenly very happy for the hair dryer noise in the room. “Umm…”
“You know what?” she says, stopping and holding up her hand. “Let’s not discussthat. I’m all for girl talk and all, but I draw the line at knowing anything about my brother.” She shivers in disgust. “It’s bad enough I had to hear Cade and Melissa going at it one night in his tent while we were camping.” She makes a face. “Or was it Megan? I don’t know. There’s so many. He’s such a whore.”
She takes in my wide eyes and fast smile. “Not Collin though. He’s always been the quiet, broody one.”
“It’s crazy to me how different they are,” I say, stepping inside the room.
“It really is, yet so similar. They’ve always been best friends though. Okay, let’s talk massage for a second before we dive back into my brother. Do you have any medical conditions or anything?”
“No.”
“Do you know what type of massage you want?”
There are different kinds?
She laughs. “I can tell by the panicked look on your face you have no idea. That’s okay. I recommend a Swedish massage, because it will relax the body, help with circulation, and ease muscle tension.”
“That sounds perfect,” I reply.
“Any trouble areas? Pain in your neck, back, legs?”
“Nope, all good.”
“Okay, then I’ll let you get undressed. You can get down to what you’re comfortable with, but I recommend down to panties. You’re under a blanket the entire time, unless I’m working on your back or an extremity. Privates are always covered, but I know most people are most comfortable in their skivvies. Any questions?”
“Nope, I think I got it,” I reply, hanging my purse on the hook on the wall.
“When you’re ready, climb under the blanket, face down. I’ll knock before I enter.”
And with that, she exits the room, leaving me alone to undress. I take a quick look around the space. It’s comfortable, peaceful, and warm. There’s soft music playing and a little waterfall on one of the shelves echoing lightly throughout the room. I strip down to my panties and climb beneath the blanket, placing my face in the hole. After a couple of minutes, there’s a gentle knock on the door.
“Ready?”
“Yes,” I reply, feeling the warmth beneath me.
Charli enters the room, quietly closing the door behind her, and says, “Let’s begin.” Her tone is serene, her footsteps light. “Are you comfortable?” she asks. “If the bed gets too warm, let me know and I can turn off the heater.”
“It’s perfect,” I reply.
“This lotion is hypoallergenic,” she informs me before placing her hands on my back and moving. “This is called effleurage. It helps warm up the muscles and gives me a glimpse at your pressure preferences.”
“It feels amazing,” I whisper, practically groaning in euphoria already.
“The entire massage will be. Now, I’m gonna shut up and get to it. If you want me to increase or decrease pressure at anypoint, just say so. You control this. If you don’t say anything, I’ll assume what I’m doing is good and will keep going.”
“Okay.”
And for the next forty-five minutes, I’m in heaven. She massages my back, my legs and feet, my arms, and then my head and neck. She even rubbed my hands, which was practically orgasmic. It’s pure bliss, and to be honest, I can’t believe I’ve never had one of these before. In fact, I think everyone should have one.
Massages for everyone this Christmas!
“All right, I’m gonna step out and let you redress. Take your time and be careful getting off the bed. When you’re ready, come out front.” She exits the room just as quietly as she entered, leaving me lying on the bed and not wanting to get up.
Unfortunately, I know she has other appointments, so I slowly sit up and stretch. I feel amazing, my limbs loose and my body relaxed, and I have a soft smile on my lips the entire time I get dressed.
When I’m ready to exit, I open the door and find Charli waiting just down the hall. “Well?”
“Incredible,” I reply.
