Thomas starts with the front

As Jane lay on her back, she became aware of Thomas's presence still standing beside her. His voice, a soothing cadence that carried his question, gracefully intruded upon the tranquil space she inhabited.

"Should I include the chest region as well, miss?"

Caught off guard by the unexpected inquiry, Jane's brows furrowed slightly, her features reflecting the subtle confusion that rippled through her thoughts.

Capturing her confusion, Thomas briefly explained her that he's required to inquire as per company policy, to avoid any unwanted situations.

Thomas's explanation, delivered with a blend of kindness and professionalism, resonated with her. It was clear that his intention was to ensure her ease and comfort, a sentiment that didn't go unnoticed. Her momentary hesitance was punctuated by a flutter of uncertainty, her mind a sea of thoughts that ebbed and flowed like gentle waves.

In a gesture that mirrored her internal resolve, Jane nodded slowly, her gaze meeting Thomas's with a soft affirmation. She trusted his professionalism and the respect he had shown so far. With that trust as her anchor, she found herself agreeing to his proposal, understanding the intention behind his inquiry.

The spark of relief in Thomas's eyes was palpable, a reflection of his dedication to creating an environment where his clients felt valued and at ease. His expression was a testament to his commitment to his craft and the genuine care he extended to those under his care.

In seamless motions, Thomas moved to the counter and returned with a warm towel, a soothing touch that he placed delicately over Jane's eyes. The gentle weight of the towel provided a comforting embrace, a shield that buffered her senses from the world around her. Its warmth was an invitation to surrender to the experience, an invitation she willingly accepted.

As the familiar, large towel that had cocooned her was lifted away, a gentle shiver coursed through her frame in response to the fleeting touch of cool air on the exposed skin of her chest and abdomen.

The gentle sounds of oil being dispensed and palms being warmed danced through the air, painting a sensory canvas of what was to come. The gentle rhythm of Thomas's breath was an unspoken assurance, a reminder that she was in skilled and considerate hands.

A subtle startle rippled through her as his hands made contact with her belly, the sensation a tender reminder of the journey that lay ahead. The warmth of his touch seeped into her skin, a balm that eased the last remnants of tension from her body. In the darkness beneath the towel that embraced her, she allowed herself to sink into the experience, each kneading motion drawing her closer to a realm of tranquility and surrender.