Happy Ending

He followed her into the massage room. It was even more secluded, lit by flickering candlelight that danced off sheer drapes. A massage table, wide and inviting, dominated the center, covered in a plush, dark sheet. She pointed to a small bench. "You can undress there. I'll be back in five. Just to your comfort level." Her eyes, full of a quiet challenge, met his. "Or, if you prefer, I can help you."

The offer hung in the air, thick with unspoken possibilities. Robert felt a surge of heat, a potent mix of anticipation and desire. "I think I can manage," he managed, his voice a little rougher than he intended.

Barb's smile widened, a flash of teeth that hinted at a delicious secret. "Of course. Make yourself comfortable." She turned, her hips swaying with a confident rhythm as she exited, leaving him alone with the soft music and the scent of her, now mingling with the oils.

Robert stripped, his movements slower than usual, each piece of clothing shedding not just fabric but layers of his everyday life. He lay face down on the table, the plush fabric soft against his skin. The air felt charged, expectant. His heart hammered a steady rhythm against the table, a drumbeat of pure anticipation.

When the door opened again, he didn't hear her approach, only felt the subtle shift in the air, then the gentle weight of her hands on his lower back, a light, reassuring touch that sent a shiver through him.

"Relax, Robert," she murmured, her voice closer now, a warm breath against his ear. "Let me take care of everything."

Her fingers, strong and incredibly soft, began to work their magic. She started at his shoulders, kneading the knots with practiced ease, her thumbs pressing deeply into the tense muscles. The initial, purely professional touch quickly took on a different quality.