Actually, day off school!

Samantha had gotten off the phone in the morning talking to the school which said a power outage would mean that school would be closed today. She was relieved but also, slightly disappointed as she'd miss out on her after school activities. Even thinking about it turned her on so she tried to clear her head. She decided to go for a walk to her local mall and grab a coffee there. After which she walked around a bit and did a bit of window shopping to no avail.

Once again, she ended up in front of the massage shop she went to yesterday. Despite how she may have been turned on by the whole experience, the massage did help her and her middle back a little. She decided to enter once again.

"Ah hello again Ma'am. Back again I see." The man said. The same man that massaged you yesterday.

"Haha I thought I'd drop by again seeing as I'm in the area." Samantha said trying to sound nonchalant about coming again the day after.

"Good to hear! I will have to get you to pay the rate this time. Will that be okay?"

"Yep that's okay." Samantha said.

"That'll be $60 for the hour then."

"Okay, no problem." Samantha said as she paid the man.

"Very good ma'am. Please, follow me." He said as he led Samantha down a familiar hallway and into the dimly lit room.

"Back still painful ma'am?" He asked.

"Hm? Oh, um... Yes, back pains." Samantha said in a hurry.

"Okay. Please, undress and lay down on your front." He politely said then left the room.

Samantha felt her face flush red as she took off all her clothes, still rather uncomfortable with being completely naked, then laid face-down on the bed.

She waited nervously on the table, completely naked. Eventually she heard the door open as the man re-entered.

"Okay ma'am." He said quietly as he walked in.

"Sorry ma'am." He hesitated. "For this you must lay on your back."

"On my b-back? " Samantha repeated, flustered.

"Yes, on your back. We must massage your pectoral muscles. Please." He explained. Samantha hesitantly complied and slowly rolled over onto her back, exposing her breasts. Her heart raced.

"Thank you. Your back pain is caused from heavy front. Your shoulders pull forward." He explained quietly. Samantha heard the man rub oil over his hands, then felt his fingers gently rub her shoulders.

"You see?" He asked quietly. Samantha felt his fingers press into her upper pectorals. There was a surprising amount of relief, and she couldn't help but sigh.

"Oh, wow. Y-yes." she replied.

The man continued to rub his fingers gently into her upper body in silence. Samantha felt his fingers massage and trace the fibres of her muscles, leaving only a path of sudden relief behind. His hands continued further down. Rubbing along her sides under her arms, then up around her lower pecs. Before she knew it, the man was completely massaging her breasts.

Though she didn't feel it at first, Samantha's sudden realization sent a pang of pleasure through her body. This complete stranger was feeling her breasts. Remedial or not, this was a random man groping her, squeezing her breasts.

As if he read her mind, the man began to push her breasts together, squeezing quite firmly. Samantha let out a soft sigh.

"It is good? Your back will feel better." He said quietly as he massaged her. He continued to squeeze and push her breasts in all directions. His palms occasionally rubbing over her nipples, which quickly stiffened.

Samantha let out another breath. He was directly groping her. She was no longer sure whether he was 'massaging' or just fondling her, but she had guiltily hoped for the latter. She bit her lip as her mind raced. Perhaps he wanted her to make the first move - to know that it was okay. But just as she was about to reach out, the man stopped.

"Okay ma'am. That should help now, thank you." He said quietly before leaving the room. Samantha sat up in a daze, turned on and confused. She felt embarrassed that she'd started to think it was anything other than a massage.

She slowly dressed before exiting the room. She made her way to the reception desk and paused when she saw a different man at the desk. A tall muscular man with scruffy hair and stubble. He offered a smile.

"Thanks, please come again." He said in a deep voice.

"Sure." Samantha replied lazily, then left. Making her way home to process what just happened.