Jennifer makes an unexpected connection

The therapy section of the school’s fitness center looked remarkably like a spa. The layout was adorned with contemporary stained wood cut up into stripes to convey a natural and airy environment. Large plants decorated the corners to invoke the idea of health and vitality. There was even a receptionist there to receive Jen and take her to the massage room. There, she was instructed to strip and put on a towel while she waited for her masseuse to arrive.

Time to get naked again. Jennifer was finding herself in more and more situations like this, due to her new aspiration of becoming a WSW wrestler. First, she’d gotten naked at Sam’s place; then in the gym change room, in order to shower and change; and now this.

Jennifer was still nervous about getting naked but she remembered Sam’s advice about learning to be more comfortable with her body. This was much like when she was with Samantha, it was just her and one other person. She told herself it was going to be fine and started to strip. As the young woman got naked, she gained a nagging feeling that someone would walk in on her any second. With a sense of urgency, she quickly hopped onto the massage bed and covered up with the towel. Her heart rate beat faster, feeling the cool leather under her bum and the air conditioned breeze brushing against her bare back.

She waited anxiously as a couple of minutes passed. The masseuse still hadn’t arrived. As she started to get impatient, she noticed a wetness between her legs. She took a peek underneath and found a small puddle of her juices on the massage table. She covered her mouth in shock. Even just sitting naked in an unfamiliar, empty room was making her aroused. She didn’t want the masseuse to see her mess, so quickly wiped it with her towel. She dipped her fingers into her honeypot and pulled up more viscous filmy liquid. Embarrassed by her body’s lurid state, she wiped herself thoroughly with the towel, making sure to clean up every inch of her sex to hide the evidence. Her wiping slowed as she realized that it was actually starting to make her leak even more. She had to stifle a moan, imagining the masseuse walking in on her rubbing herself off in the therapist’s work space.

It would be a shameful display that would probably get her kicked out… unless the masseuse was into it… then maybe something more would come of it…

Jennifer realized she was still rubbing. She **** herself to stop. She would probably die of embarrassment if the masseuse really did walk in on her now. She readjusted the towel and rubbed her shoulder instead. Her muscles were still stiff and she didn’t want to get kicked out before at least getting her massage, this was actually costing her money!

At last, there was a knock on the door and in came the masseuse. Jen made a small gasp as she was taken aback by the woman’s beauty. Her face was light and blemish free with pouty soft lips and alluring green eyes. Her brown hair was tied back into a bun, but curly tresses sprung free and draped one side of her face. She wore medical scrubs over slender yet strong looking arms and had a round butt that shaped the backside of her pants.

“Hello, Jennifer? Sorry I’m late, I’ve been running behind all day…” the masseuse told her. “I’m Monica.”

“Nice to meet you…” Jen said shyly, shaking her hand.

“Well, you’re the last one of the day, so I’ll make up for it in the end,” she winked. Jen smiled and looked away, hoping her cheeks weren’t too obviously blushing. “So…” Monica said, brushing her hands together. “Looks like you’ve started without me!”

“I uh…” Jen felt her cheeks burn hotter. She looked at her towel to see if she had visibly stained it with her juices. She was about to jump off the table and run when Monica took her hand and pulled it off her shoulder. Jen rolled her eyes at her oversight. “Sorry… I guess I was overanxious…” she explained.

“Not a big deal, “ Monica said as she replaced Jen’s hand with her own. She took a moment to feel out her client. “Hmm… looks like you could really use this massage, huh? Now I feel extra bad for keeping you waiting…”

“It’s OK…” Jen replied softly, concentrating on keeping her voice steady as the feminine fingers squeezed her flesh, making her body feel like it was heating up.

“Well, let’s get started then… Can you lie down for me?” Jen laid back and stared at the ceiling. Monica stepped back. “Oh. How about we start with your back?”

Jen quickly got up. “Oh! Sorry! Right…” She twisted around, doing her best to keep herself covered with the towel as she turned. She laid face down, now realizing what the donut shaped padding was for when she rested her face against it. She let out a sigh as she felt slick, warm hands press into her shoulder. “Ahh…”

“How did you get yourself so knotted up?” Monica asked as she worked her fingers into Jen’s muscles.

“I just started to learn wrestling…” Jen told her.

“Oh?” The masseuse paused. “Wrestling huh? I do a bit of that myself! How long have you been at it?”

“Just a couple of weeks now, you?” Jen replied, feeling Monica start back again, working on her neck.

“Oh, I’m practically a pro at it by now,” Monica chuckled. “Maybe I could give you a few pointers sometime.”

“Oh! That’d be nice!” Jen said. “Coach Daniels had been instructing me on the amateur style, it’s very different from what I was learning.”

“Coach Daniels? Hey, that's my dad!" Monica remarked.

"Oh wow, so you really do know wrestling!" Jen replied, thinking that the pointers would actually be pretty valuable.

"Yeah, practically raised on it. He made it to nationals back in his day. I got up to the collegiate level myself, but my interests went elsewhere..." Monica revealed. She let the statement sit as she worked on Jen's deeper tissue. After a bit, she asked, "So, are you a Pro wrestling fan?”

“Not really,” Jen replied with a shrug. She felt Monica pause again.

“So… if not amateur or pro… what type of wrestling have you been studying?” the masseuse asked.

Jennifer held her tongue. She realized she was caught. Either she would have to admit to watching submission wrestling or lie and make up another form of wrestling. She couldn’t think of an alternative form off the top of her head. She wondered if she could get away with making one up.

“You wouldn’t happen to be into… submission, would you?” Monica asked slowly, leaving no doubt that she knew what sort of wrestling Jen was really up to.