As I stood there, rubbing at the tight cords of my shoulder muscles, the idea of having a good, firm pair of hands kneading warm massage oil into my knotted back muscles – and who knows…perhaps a little elsewhere too – became rather appealing.

I stepped through the door, hearing it chime a welcoming ‘ping’ from a little, brass bell, and climbed my way up the stairs to the reception area.

An attractive, older lady, in her sixties, I would have guessed, looked up at me from behind her desk and smiled a welcoming smile at me.

“Good afternoon dear,” she greeted. “How may I help you?”

“Hello there. My name’s Mandy…I was really hoping I might be lucky enough to grab a quick treatment this afternoon, if there was anything going that is?” I asked hopefully, deciding schoolwork could wait.

“Well let’s have a look and see shall we,” she smiled. “Ooh! I don’t suppose you could do forty minutes time could you? Michael has had a last minute cancellation.”

“Wow that would be wonderful.” I declared beaming, booking myself in and promising to be back shortly.

I popped into one of those little Italian coffee shops and grabbed a quick espresso. Me being me, I couldn’t help let my mind wander as I sat there sipping the sharp, black coffee at a pavement table. Michael eh? I thought. I wonder if he’s handsome. I felt that all too familiar tingling, you know where and chastised myself. I was there for the sake of my back and besides…the poor boy was blind. He probably didn’t need seducing by some horny chick on a mission, no matter how cute she was or how much she would blow his mind from the experiences they might share.

The minutes ticked by and I felt my poor little pussy pulsing away as I eyed the cute girls and boys passing along the pavement before me and soon enough it was time to get back to the clinic.

I didn’t bother to tip the, oh-so-charming yet oh-so-sleazy, waiter for my coffee. I just flashed him a devastating ‘horny little Mandy’ smile that he could have much more fun thinking about later than any pleasure he could glean from ten percent gratuity.

When I got back to the massage centre the lovely lady smiled up at me…

“Just go on through to the treatment room Amanda and strip down. Pop this towel around you and Michael will be with you shortly,” she said, handing me a fluffy white towel.

I thanked her and stepped towards the appropriate room, turning the door handle and stepping through.

“He is very good you know,” she said from behind me and I turned to see what I could have sworn was a naughty little glint in her eye. I liked this lady and I simply grinned back at her and walked further into the room, shutting the door behind me.

He’s very good is he? I pondered to myself, again aware of my tight, little pussy throbbing its displeasure at being ignored.

I stood in front of a nice, full-length mirror and began to remove my clothes. Nothing glamorous today I am afraid. I was wearing a pair of jogging bottoms and a tight cotton camisole. My hair was up in a ponytail and still a little damp from my post workout shower. I was wearing no makeup, but had that glow you get after