I never told you what giving you your first massage was like for me… Your eyes glance furtively around the room, before settling on the large, luxurious brown leather massage table. You sit down a few, safe feet from me, and we chat. I explain my style to you, and you nod along appreciatively. I gently remind you of the game we’d been playing, and that this was my reward for winning. Eventually, you leave to take a shower, and I get the room prepared. There’s an unusually heady atmosphere to the room, something I didn’t quite pick up on at first. After a long time in the washroom, you walk back in, towel wrapped around you as your hair clings greedily to your neck as the cloth hugged your curves. I motioned for you to mount the table, telling you to lie on your stomach. You comply, a little hesitant at first, but slowly relaxing into the soft, comfortable leather. I move you, to whispered protestations, into a position more favorable for me to work, while adjusting your towel to drape you properly, leaving your entire back half exposed, except your behind. I pass around you, and I place one finger on the small of your back. I gasp quietly, as an electric shock arcs up my arm. I’ve massaged hundreds of people, but this… This was different. This was interesting. As my finger rests there, your muscles tense and ripple ever so slightly under my touch, moving away yet yearning to be closer. The room feels a lot warmer than usual, and the faint tinge of moisture clings to my forehead. I work my way down your back, starting in your neck and shoulders and following the arc of your spine. Every pass I make down each sides elicits a noticeable inhale from you, pressing your back into my hands. I marvel quietly at the smoothness of your skin, as it buzzes under my touch, still shocking me, leaving me clinging to you for every second, not wanting that electricity to stop coursing through me. I glide my hands down the sides of your lower back, and you let out a gasp, convulsing gently as you feel the shock course back into you. I repeat the motion, the quiet moans escaping too delicious to resist. Goosebumps dot your flesh as I slowly work my way lower, before arcing back upwards, dragging my nails along the contours of your back, leaving tingling trails in their wake, and cause you to unconsciously press your hips into the table.