A familiar face

You answer the door to see Lauren, from your university. You had a few courses together but hadn’t really stayed in touch.

You smile at the familiar face and greet her happily. She is fixated on your exposed torso, blushing when she sees you’ve noticed and nervously smiles back.

You find yourself blushing in response to such overt ogling; though not unwelcome. You invite her in as you exchange greetings and updates. She sets up her table and such while you talk.

“So…do you get a lot of massages?” She asks.

“No this is actually my first one. A friend recommended I try it.”

“Oh! That’s surprising.” Lauren responds.

“Why?” You ask.

“Well, my experience with most of my clients is with lighter clothing or sometimes a mixture with undergarments for our sessions. I figured you must be very familiar to go right to a towel,” her eyes drift slowly down your body as she drapes the table.

“Ah, no you actually caught me in the middle of a shower, I thought I had more time.”

Lauren giggles, then pauses. She checks her watch and immediately looks mortified. “I’m way early! I’m so sorry! And what a relief..”

“It’s really ok! Why a relief?”

“Well sometimes when a client presents in the same…ahem wardrobe as you. There are…ill intentions..not that I assumed you were!” She reassures, “But, all the same, gotta be cautious around red flags.”

“Ok, well, are you ready” she asks with everything in place.

You gulp. This is a lousy time to realize just how attracted to her you are. Not to mention all your travel has left little time to…relieve yourself.

“Oh! If you wanted to change you can! I know I came in early.” Lauren offers.