Thomas continues working her backside, moving to her legs.

In the tranquil cocoon of the massage room, Jane's consciousness danced on the precipice between wakefulness and blissful slumber. The world beyond these walls seemed distant and irrelevant, as her senses surrendered to the skilled ministrations of Thomas's hands.

As Thomas completed the intricate symphony of his back massage, he gently laid the towel back into place over her back, a comforting gesture that signalled the conclusion of that phase. The soft touch of his hand gliding over the towel sent a ripple of awareness through her body.

She was almost startled by the sensation of the towel being lifted once again, this time on one side. The cool air kissed the exposed skin of her left arm, and she took a slow, calming breath.

Thomas's touch shifted to her arm, his fingers displaying a finesse that spoke of experience and sensitivity. The pressure was just right, leaving her muscles feeling rejuvenated and relaxed. The ebb and flow of his movements mirrored a rhythmic dance, each stroke a step toward deeper tranquility.

As he moved from her arm to her hands, the gentle kneading of her palms and fingers filled her with a sense of comfort she hadn't anticipated. The sensation of his fingers wrapping around hers sent a subtle, electrifying pulse up her spine. The intimacy of his touch, even in its professional context, carried an underlying thread of care that made her heart flutter ever so slightly.

With the same careful precision, he lowered her arm back onto the bed, the comfort of the towel enveloping her in its embrace. The symphony of sensations continued as he repeated the same soothing routine with her other arm, his attention unwavering and his touch unwaveringly comforting.

The gentle rustle of movement indicated Thomas's shift to the back of the table, his focus shifting toward her lower body.

The towel was drawn away once more, now exposing her left leg and the curve of her buttock. A momentary chill was quickly replaced by the warmth of anticipation, her muscles primed to receive the soothing balm of his touch.

Thomas's hands began their ascent from her foot, each stroke creating a ripple of sensation that coursed through her entire being. As his fingers moved further up her leg, her mind surrendered to the blissful dance, the world outside fading into the background as she gave herself over to the gentle ebb and flow of his skilled touch.