A Massage

You hobble away from the bike, trying to walk off the strain of your over-exercising, rubbing the inside of your thighs as you attempt to soothe the muscles.

"You ok, Lisa?" Jason's voice asks from behind you. Partly hunched, you look over your shoulder and see his concerned face regarding you.

"I didn't warm up. I think I might have pulled something in my thighs," you say with a sheepish grin.

"That's not good. Let me help you." He helps you to sit on a bench and probes your thigh muscles with strong fingers. You gasp with pain as he hits a tender spot, but frankly enjoy the feel of his hands on your legs.

"It's not too bad. A good massage should work it out." He looks at his watch. "Nearly closing time, but I could stay a bit longer and give you a massage if you want. If you have time that is."

"That would be great!" you smile at him, tossing your hair and flirting mildly with your eyes. He smiles back, and helps you to your feet. "You know where the massage room is. I'll be there in a second if you want to go get ready."

The gym has two massage rooms, one for men and one for women, with same sex masseurs for each gender. You've had a massage here before, but never from Jason or any of the other male attendants, and you find yourself getting excited by the idea, a thrilling flutter starting low in your belly.