The Masseur
I wait for the childlike sweet voiced Geeta...my masseur cum beautician who I have never met before…she has been suggested to me by a friend. Frankly in my opinion, massages are for people who are aged or who undergo physical therapy. What was I doing giving in to my friend’s suggestion ?
She had said “ My Dear, we women are so engrossed in our responsibilities as some one’s wife, mother, sister, daughter etc that we ignore our own needs. We must unwind every once in a while too. Pamper yourself Sweety, you deserve it ”.
Geeta arrives…she’s a 30 something, 85kg plus women who quickly commands me to undress. Undress ???? What is she talking about ? Doesn’t she know that I’m shy???? Patiently she points out that she will give me a scalp massage extending to my back which cannot be done with my shirt on.
As she massages my scalp, I secretly bless my friend for suggesting this. It’s pure heaven…especially as she directs her expertise to my nape & slowly with even strokes reaches to my lower back. By this time I’m dreaming…there’s lush green grass spread out till where my eyes can reach, breeze licking each blade as it courses through the vast expanse. Brightly coloured Tulip’s happily wave from disciplined flowerbeds. The distant Pine tree’s standing majestically, seeping the sun as it rises above the mountains.
Suddenly, I’m rudely snapped out of my dream as I feel this gentle giant channeling her entire weight on me through her hands…I’m feeling claustrophobic...the last breath of air getting snuffed out of me as my lungs are crushed under the sheer weight.Despite my discomfort, I’m embarrassed to voice out my agony as I imagine her sniggering at my sissy ness…so I stick on as she manoeuvres my legs in angles that are horrifically crazy & her idea of loosening tensed muscles.After what seems like an eternity, the ordeal’s over & we switch on to other personal care rituals. My tormentor, who has sensed that I’m an inexperienced first timer, asks me whether I enjoyed the massage…Oh Yes ! I promptly reply…you were VERY GOOD !!!
Copyright © BuntysBanter 2005
She had said “ My Dear, we women are so engrossed in our responsibilities as some one’s wife, mother, sister, daughter etc that we ignore our own needs. We must unwind every once in a while too. Pamper yourself Sweety, you deserve it ”.
Geeta arrives…she’s a 30 something, 85kg plus women who quickly commands me to undress. Undress ???? What is she talking about ? Doesn’t she know that I’m shy???? Patiently she points out that she will give me a scalp massage extending to my back which cannot be done with my shirt on.
As she massages my scalp, I secretly bless my friend for suggesting this. It’s pure heaven…especially as she directs her expertise to my nape & slowly with even strokes reaches to my lower back. By this time I’m dreaming…there’s lush green grass spread out till where my eyes can reach, breeze licking each blade as it courses through the vast expanse. Brightly coloured Tulip’s happily wave from disciplined flowerbeds. The distant Pine tree’s standing majestically, seeping the sun as it rises above the mountains.
Suddenly, I’m rudely snapped out of my dream as I feel this gentle giant channeling her entire weight on me through her hands…I’m feeling claustrophobic...the last breath of air getting snuffed out of me as my lungs are crushed under the sheer weight.Despite my discomfort, I’m embarrassed to voice out my agony as I imagine her sniggering at my sissy ness…so I stick on as she manoeuvres my legs in angles that are horrifically crazy & her idea of loosening tensed muscles.After what seems like an eternity, the ordeal’s over & we switch on to other personal care rituals. My tormentor, who has sensed that I’m an inexperienced first timer, asks me whether I enjoyed the massage…Oh Yes ! I promptly reply…you were VERY GOOD !!!
Copyright © BuntysBanter 2005
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