Hazel's Massage

A dish served spicy hot is more vengeful than any dish served cold. I figured that out one tantalizing day after I discovered my husband of eight years had strayed a little too far.?He started seeing her a few months ago,? I said into the cellphone as I entered the elevator, pressing button number six. ?This floozy daycare worker named Melissa. He claims he tried to stop fucking her several times, but his feelings for her are too strong. After begging me not to leave him, he told me he still loves me. And he wants to work something out so everyone?s happy. Can you believe it? What a jackass.?Glancing at the mirrored wall, I adjusted my ponytail of waist-length, auburn ringlets, pulling the roots tight to extenuate my hazel bedroom eyes. I turned around, studying my outfit. My sweats were snug against my firm legs and round ass. I sighed at the navy-blue cotton t-shirt that strained against my generous breasts. The only way to hide the undeniable cleavage was to wear turtlenecks. Way too uncomfortable in this July heat. ?They started on April Fool?s, Shelly. But the joke?s on me.??You?re no fool, Hazel. You know now and you?re dealing with it.??Yeah, but I thought our marriage was perfect. We have perfect jobs, a perfect house, two perfect kids. True, I?d love to remember how an orgasm felt, but otherwise, our lives have been perfect. Until now, that is.?The elevator bell chimed as the doors slid open. A towering, broad-shouldered man in a white V-neck and gray jogging pants strolled in, vacuuming the space. His eyes resembled smoke from a blistering fire. His lips reminded me of plump pillows. And his calloused hands? Big and thick. Exactly what any healthy woman appreciated. Saliva pooled in my mouth as he leaned over to press a button before settling against the back wall. Our eyes connected. Long-lost sensations erupted throughout my body.?Your life wasn?t all good if he?s cheating on you,? Shelly hollered into the phone. I had to remove it from my ear to avoid breaking my eardrum. ?You?ve been faithful even though he can?t fuck for nothing. You should be the one cheating. Girl, you?re hot stuff and don?t deserve his dumbfuckery.?The guy beside me muffled a chuckle.Shit! He can hear her!?Ah, yeah. I?m gonna let you go for now.??Hazel, go find a hunk to ravish you. You deserve a good climax.?My face warmed as I glanced at the bulge in his pants. Flustered, I peeked at his magnificent face. Sure enough, he stared at me without shame, making my insides tingle.?Shelly, I gotta go. I?m not alone.??Are you getting busy already? That was quick.??Ha! I wish. Gotta go.??Call me on your break. I?ll create a list of available men for you. Yay. Project.?I sighed as I placed the phone in my black leather purse. The temperature climbed, as did the elevator. He wouldn?t stop looking at me. I tried to swallow, but my tongue was as dry as sandpaper. Releasing a long, low breath, I swayed in place, fidgeting with my hands. My eyes darted towards the number six lighting up, signaling my floor. Once the doors opened, I hurried forward, but I bumped into the hunk, who was leaving the elevator, too. As I retreated from him, I caught a whiff of smoke and wood.?Oops,? he said, chuckling again. This time, he didn?t even attempt to hide it. ?After you.?My ass brushed against his leg as I passed. Heat emanated from his body, making me want Üsküdar Escort to curl up beside him under the covers. ?Excuse me,? I whispered, giving a shy smile before heading down the hall towards my office. It took everything in me not to turn back and gawk at the man. Fuck, what a hottie. Desire dampened my panties. It had been so long since I hit it with someone that fine. Not that Normand was a complete loser. He wasn?t. But his lack of creativity and endurance in the bedroom erased any appeal his body offered. This dangerous stranger hottie wouldn?t disappoint me like that. I could tell. His passionate eyes spoke of long nights and satisfying lays. A strong desire bloomed as I delved into wishful thinking of something that will never be. Unlocking the office door, I switched on the light and hung a purse on a cold metal coat rack. After checking the massive electric massage table, roles of plush towels, shelves of oils, lotions, and creams, I sifted through my files, retrieving the day?s patients? information. Full day. I checked the phone for any messages. There were three; one appointment request and two cancelations.?Shoot.? I hated same-day cancelations. There was never enough time to schedule someone else, which meant lost money opportunities.My train of thought drifted to my husband. I wasn?t hurt about the affair. Anger coursed through me instead.?I can?t believe Normand?s got a chick on the side. Oh, yeah, ?I?m too tired. I?m too busy. I?ve got a meeting.? What bullshit. I?m gonna get that bastard back.?A knock at the door distracted me from conjuring up a revenge plan. I stretched my neck, shacking the anger free from my body, before opening the door. Standing there, in the white V-neck and gray jogging pants, the hottie from the elevator grinned. Delight twinkled in his eyes as he chuckled and tilted his head.?Ah, hello. I?m here for my nine o?clock appointment.?My mouth opened and closed like a goldfish. Words evaded me. I forced a smile, holding up an index finger. I turned to my desk and picked up the top file. Mark Fletcher. Thirty-seven years old. Firefighter. Thigh injury. I hit a gold mine.After several attempts, and clearing my throat, I managed to say ?Mark, is it??He waited until I looked at him before answering.?Yeah, that?s me,? Mark said, satisfied. ?Where should I park??I gestured to a brown club chair and sat behind my compact oak desk. He studied me over the family photos, nameplate and other debris surrounding the piles of files. Luckily, I cleaned the rest of the room daily after work.?Excuse the mess. I haven?t tidied up yet. You?re early.?Mark said nothing. His stare unsettled my nerves. My head floated as I searched for my next words. I couldn?t think with his eyes on me. His gaze shifted from my cleavage to my mouth to my eyes and back to my tits. He wasn?t shy about it. I wandered over to the water dispenser, poured two paper cups of water, passing one to Mark with a shaky hand. I took my seat and cleared my throat.?What brings you here today?? I asked, pretending to scan Mark?s file in a failed attempt to act professional. His black curls fell to his strong jawline and swallowed my brainpower. He flexed his powerful hands, stretching his upper body. Posing for me, he chuckled again and raised his eyebrow, giving me a priceless grin.?Oh, so, we are Üsküdar Escort Bayan going to pretend like all that didn?t happen??I froze. ?Parden me?? I squeaked.?The phone call on the elevator?? My breath caught as I realized he wanted to talk about what Shelly had said.?We?re here to deal with your problem, Mr.???Mark. Call me Mark.???Mark.??And I?m more than willing to help you with your problem as well.?I shifted in my seat. I?d dealt with flirtatious clients before. They ranged from pleasant horseplay to downright creepy. But this guy? He didn?t realize how badly I wanted to take him up on his offer. He was trouble. ?How did you injure your leg?? I asked, attempting to sidetrack him.?I carried a three-hundred-pound man from a second-floor fire last week. A heavy son-of-a-bitch. I tripped on a stair when half a wall caved in nearby. Don?t worry. We didn?t fall, but I think I pulled something because my leg has been bothering me ever since. My physiotherapist recommended you, saying you had magic fingers and great stamina.?His grin widened.My cheeks warmed. My throat dried. I tried to ignore the amusement in his voice. He was enjoying himself. My hands shook as I took notes, deciding on which method would work best. There were sports massages, Swedish, Shiatsu, trigger point massages, stone, deep tissue and reflexology, to name a few. They were all excellent methods, but I chose the myofascial massage, figuring it was the way to go with Mark.?The bathroom?s right there. Here?s a towel. Please strip and return to the table.??You want me fully naked?? Mark asked, raising his eyebrows. ?Moving quick, aren?t we???You can keep on your underwear.? ?What if I don?t want to??My brow furrowed as I frowned.?Okay. Sorry. Sorry. I?ll stop, even though everything in me wants to help you with your problem.??I don?t have a problem.??You do too, according to your friend. I?m just saying, if you feel the need to ravish me. Go for it.??No, thank you. Now, go get undressed.?We stared at each other for several seconds before Mark sighed and headed for the bathroom.I fanned myself once he was out of sight. Gulping down the rest of my water, hoping to cool the heat simmering in me. As I prepared for the task at hand, my hands shook.The bathroom door inched open. Ready to tell Mark to lie down, my heart stopped before revving up to full gear when I saw him. His upper body muscles rippled under tanned skin. A tiger prowled down his firm chest, a blade sliced through a heart on his bicep, a series of spider webs and a giant spider crept up his leg. He was a magnificent canvas, a chiseled masterpiece. I swallowed in anticipation. Time to act professional, Hazel. Calm yourself.Nervous, I let out a long breath, gesturing for him to lie on the electric massage table. If the front of him was anything to gawk at, the back had me quivering. More rippling muscles with the word warrior sprawled along his shoulders in tribal letters. And his butt? Don?t get me started on his butt. My hands yearned to cup those delicious round cheeks.?Liw down,? I said. My voice was hoarse. I cleared my throat and tried again. ?Lay down on your back. I?m going to give you a myofascial massage. It?s good for injuries such as yours. Just lay back, close your eyes if you?d like, and relax.??I?d prefer keeping them open so I can watch Escort Üsküdar you,? he said, taking position. I gave him a sharp look. ?Sorry, sorry. Jeeze. A little touchy, aren?t we???Yeah, I?m about to be.? A small smile peeked from my lips.Wishing he closed his eyes so he wouldn?t see my hands tremble, I got to work. However, he watched my every move. I sat on the stool beside him and pushed the towel over so his rock-hard thigh was visible.?What? No oils or creams???No, it?s better to use my bare hands. I get a better grip that way.??You?re not making it easy, talking like that, you know.?I giggled, warming up my hands.?Just lay back and let me take care of you.?His eyes darted towards mine as he lowered himself. ?You?re not making this easy,? he said, sighing. ?Okay, I?m ready.? Normand?s face came to mind as I sat on a stool beside Mark. Guilt followed. Guilt and sadness. Why didn?t my husband turn me on as much as this fireman? Why was he so keen on hooking up? Was he just playing with me? Should I recommend another masseuse? Because I wasn?t sure if I could keep my wits about me once I touched this glorious man, who was more than willing to show me a good time. After furiously rubbing my hands to warm them up, I cleared my throat as I laid my hands on his thigh. Happy to see that he had little leg hair, I pressed gently against his thigh. His leg jerked. Mark moaned.?Sorry,? I said, searching for the right spot. ?Too bad there won?t be any oil. I wouldn?t mind getting all slick for you.?My hands froze.?You?ve got to stop talking like that or else I?m going to have to transfer you to a different therapist.??You?d really do that?? Mark?s eyebrows rose, surprised.?I?d have no choice. Flirting with a client isn?t professional and I try to always be professional.?Mark frowned before groaning again.?That feels so good. I thought it would hurt.??I?m going to apply more pressure once the muscle tissues relax, but first I?ve got to stretch out the fascia surrounding your muscles.??Ooh, I love it when you talk dirty.?I couldn?t help but laugh. I blushed, ignoring the guilty feeling attempting to creep in.?Mark, you gotta stop it.??Sorry.?I focused on his thigh. The fascia surrounding his rock-hard muscles softened. I applied more pressure. Mark groaned again. His deep voice caressed me, giving birth to a yearning I haven?t felt in a long time. Not since I first started dating my husband, when he actually gave a shit about getting me off. A bulge grew under the towel. It was a natural response, so I tried ignoring it, but the bulge kept growing, delighting my insides. Curiosity nipped at me as I watched out of my peripheral vision as the swelling continued, making his dick grow to its fullest. ?Like what you see??Startled, my eyes whipped over to Mark?s. The smoky colour had darkened to black. Hunger glowed in them. ?I?I don?t know what you?re talking about.??Yes, you do,? Mark laid his head back, a satisfied smile spread across his lips. ?How long have you been massaging people???For a while,? I said, applying more pressure. ?You know, most people don?t enjoy talking during these sessions.??I?m not most people.?I disregarded the comment. Realizing he was annoying me, he didn?t say another word until I was done.?How do you feel???Like I can take on the world. Your hands are magical, Hazel.??Thank you,? I said, standing while I flexed my hands. ?Go get changed.? Pretending to look for something on the desk, I turned my back to him. Sensing him behind me, I spun around to find Mark standing inches away. ?Is the other therapist any good?? Mark asked in a husky voice. He stared at my lips, waiting for a response.