Thomas continues working Jane's legs

As the symphony of touch continued, Thomas' traced the contours of her upper leg with the same expertise as before, the oil-slicked glide of his hands eliciting waves of relaxation that unfurled through her like a gentle tide.

Her heart quickened slightly as Thomas's touch ventured further, his fingers exerting a firmer pressure as they massaged the curve of her buttock and the inside of her thigh. The sensation was both tantalising and soothing, igniting a spark of excitement that danced on the edges of her consciousness.

For a fleeting moment, she indulged in a delicious daydream, her imagination painting a scenario where Thomas's touch ventured beyond the realms of professionalism. The idea sent a thrill through her, a guilty pleasure that contrasted sharply with the serene setting of the massage room.

As his touch retreated from the realms of her imagination, she realised the fleeting nature of her fantasy. A mix of disappointment and relief washed over her, a reminder that the boundaries of their interaction were grounded in professionalism and respect.

Thomas's hands finished their journey across her leg, leaving a trail of serenity in their wake. The sensation of the towel being draped back over her leg brought her back to the present, and she felt a gentle flutter of anticipation as the cycle continued on her other side.

Her right leg was unveiled, and Thomas's touch began anew. His fingers started with the gentle massage of her foot, each stroke sending ripples of pleasure up her limb. The ebb and flow of his movements was akin to a soothing melody, each note lulling her further into a state of tranquil surrender.

A sense of tingling anticipation thrummed beneath her skin as Thomas's hands ventured toward the inner expanse of her thigh once more. It was a dance of tension and release, her body subconsciously yearning for the intimate touch that remained steadfastly professional.

Her thoughts danced between the forbidden realm of imagination and the comforting reality of the therapeutic massage. The flicker of excitement and the soothing embrace of the massage created a dichotomy that was as exhilarating as it was calming.

As Thomas's touch concluded the voyage across her leg, she heard the soft rustle of his movements, a reminder of his presence and the connection to the world outside the realm of sensory bliss.