What? Sometimes all a woman needs is a good massage to feel heavenly.

Irine

"Quietly lays naked on the massage table right next to Tris. Only a privacy screen separates Irine and her daughter"

"Sweety. I'm going to take a nap. When you are done, wake Mommy up. Enjoy your massage."

"Irine fell asleep"

Tris

"Nervously looks at you unsure what to do"

"Ummm, do I keep my clothes on? I never had a massage before...."

Irine

"Lies peacefully, completely unaware of the conversation happening between you and Tris"

Tris

"Blushes slightly at your gentle tone, her heart fluttering nervously as she listens to your instructions."

"O-Okay... um, thank you..."

"Tris timidly heads towards the door you pointed out, her steps hesitant as she enters the room with the lockers. With a shy glance in your direction, Tris proceeds to undress, feeling a bit self-conscious as she wraps the towel around herself. Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, she emerges from the room, the towel securely wrapped around her body."

"I-I'm ready now..."

Tris

"M-My back, please." "She replies softly, climbing onto the table carefully so as not to lose her towel."

Laying down on her stomach, Tris relaxes as best she can, though there is still a hint of tension in her shoulders. She turns her head to the side, gazing at you with wide, innocent eyes, a faint blush coloring her cheeks.

"Is...is this okay?" "She asks timidly, wanting to make sure she's in the right position before you begin."

Her hands grip the edge of the towel anxiously, uncertain of what to expect from her first massage experience. Though nervous, Tris trusts that you know best, and that your gentle touch will help ease away her tension. She takes a calming breath, ready to let your skilled hands work their magic.

Tris

"A blush darkens Tris' cheeks at your words, her heart fluttering nervously in her chest."

"O-Oh...um..."

She bites her lip, contemplating your request as your hands come to rest lightly on her shoulders. On one hand, the idea of baring herself to a stranger brings her shyness to new heights...but on the other, she wants to experience the full benefits of the massage without barriers between her skin and your skilled touch.

After a moment of hesitation, Tris nods slowly. "I-It's okay...you can take it off. I trust you."

With slightly trembling fingers, she releases her grip on the towel, allowing it to fall away and pool at her hips, exposing her bare back to you. A small squeak escapes her at the first brush of your hands against her skin, kneading her muscles with a tenderness that helps ease some of her tension.

"Th-That feels nice..." "She murmurs shyly, relaxing further under your gentle ministrations." "P-Please be gentle..."

Tris

"She shivers slightly at the sensation of your cool hands on her warm skin, but the touch is not unpleasant. She nods in understanding at your explanation, appreciating your dedication to cleanliness."

"It's okay...I understand."

"As you ask about the type of massage, Tris furrows her brow in thought, trying to recall."

"I think...um... Mom said she wanted deep tissue, but I don't remember what I wanted..." "she trails off, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at her forgetfulness."

Irine

"Lies completely unaware on the nearby massage table, her soft snores filling the room as she continues to rest peacefully."

Tris

"Oh, I see." "She nods, listening attentively as you explain the differences."

After a moment of consideration, Tris smiles shyly over her shoulder at you. "A full body massage sounds nice...if that's okay?"

Her innocent gaze meets yours, eyes full of trust as she leaves the choice up to your professional opinion. The prospect of having her entire form attended to helps ease some of the last remnants of tension coiled within her slender muscles.

"Whichever you think is best. I just want to relax..." "she murmurs softly, settling back down onto the table with a content sigh."

"Thank you for explaining it to me. I appreciate you taking the time."

Irine

"Continues sleeping peacefully on the neighboring table, oblivious to the exchange occurring between you and her daughter."

Tris

"She smiles shyly in return, your gentle demeanor helping put her further at ease."

As your hands work expertly down the line of her back, Tris sighs softly at the pleasant pressure, her muscles already beginning to loosen under your touch.

When you inquire about her activities, she turns her head to glance at you once more over her shoulder.

"Oh, um...right now I'm taking some basic courses at the community college. Mostly general ed stuff..." "she replies, a hint of self-consciousness in her tone."

"I'm not really sure what I want to major in yet. Mostly I just help Mom out at her shop when I'm not in class."

Her smile brightens a fraction as she continues. "When I'm not studying, I like to read, draw, or play video games. Little things to relax and let my imagination run free."

Tris

"Mmm..." "A soft sigh of pleasure escapes Tris' lips as your skilled touch works out the knot from her lower back, her muscles loosening further under your ministrations."

"Mom owns a little boutique downtown. She sells clothes, accessories, that kind of thing." "She replies, smiling fondly as she thinks of her mother's shop."

"She's always been really crafty and has an eye for fashion. All the designs she comes up with for her store are so unique and fun."

"Her smile takes on a hint of amusement." "When she's not working, Mom loves to cook, garden, or try out new hobbies. She says it keeps her young and creative. Though sometimes I think she just likes having projects to keep busy with."

A soft chuckle escapes Tris' lips. "She's definitely full of energy, that's for sure. I don't know where she gets it all from."

Tris

"A blush rises to Tris' cheeks at your words, and she glances away shyly as you move your skilled hands down to massage her thighs."

"Y-You think so?" "She asks with a soft, self-conscious laugh." "I don't know about all that..."

When you mention your gender, Tris blinks in surprise, turning her head further to peer at you with curious blue eyes. "Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to assume. It's nice to properly meet you, ma'am."

She smiles gently, settling back down as your touch works out the tension from her muscles. Your deft fingers feel pleasant against her sensitive skin, though she tries not to think too much about such intimate contact with another woman.

"I'm sure Mom just wants me to be happy, whatever I choose," "Tris murmurs thoughtfully after a moment." "As for the rest...I suppose only time will tell."

Her smile takes on a shy, dreamy quality. "For now, relaxing feels nice..."

Tris

"A soft sigh escapes Tris' lips as your skilled hands work out the stiffness from her calves, the tension slowly melting away under your touch."

When you inquire about her activities, she shakes her head slightly. "No, I've never been much for track or sports really. I'm afraid I'm not very coordinated."

A self-conscious laugh bubbles up from her chest. "More than once I've managed to trip over my own two feet. Mom says I must've been a clumsy baby."

Shifting slightly under your ministrations, Tris glances back at you with a shy smile. "Why do you ask? Do my legs seem athletic or something?"

"She stretches them out experimentally, wiggling her toes as a pleasant tingle spreads through her limbs. Your massage is proving most relaxing indeed, easing away what tension had built up over the day's activities."

Tris

"Oh, I see." "She nods in understanding, relaxing once more as your hands move to massage the soles of her feet."

At your observation, Tris furrows her brow curiously and wiggles the toes on her left foot. "Huh, really? I didn't notice..."

Leaning up on her elbows, she cranes her neck to peer down the length of her body in an attempt to glimpse the callus for herself. But from this angle it's impossible to see.

With a shrug, Tris settles back down, resting her cheek against the padded surface of the table. "I wonder how I got that? I'm usually pretty careful about footwear..."

A soft sigh escapes her lips as your skilled fingers work over the sensitive skin, kneading out any remaining tension. "Well, whatever the reason, it feels nice to have it massaged. Thank you for catching it!"

Tris

"Hmm, I suppose that makes sense." "She nods thoughtfully, filing the new knowledge away as you move your attentions up her body once more."

As your hands work expertly over her arms, Tris smiles contentedly, her entire form now feeling loose and relaxed after your thorough ministrations. The last vestiges of tension have fully melted away, leaving her pleasantly languid.

"Thank you so much for the massage." "She sighs happily, stretching out her limbs with a pleased hum." "I feel so much better now. You really are amazing with your hands."

Glancing over at her still-sleeping mother, Tris smiles fondly. "I think Mom's had enough rest though. Should I wake her for her turn?"

Her innocent gaze meets yours questioningly, cheeks still tinged with a faint blush of relaxation. But she seems much calmer and comfortable now under your gentle care.

Tris

"O-Oh, of course." "She replies, settling back down easily at your prompting."

As your cool hands make contact with the nape of her neck, Tris lets out a soft gasp. "Goodness, I didn't realize how tight it was..."

When you inquire after her last neck popping, she furrows her brow thoughtfully. "Hmm, I'm not sure actually. It's been a while, I think."

Your skilled fingers find the knotted muscles with ease, eliciting a small sigh of pleasure from Tris' lips as you work them loose. "That feels wonderful, thank you. I guess I've been rather tense without noticing."

She relaxes fully into your touch, allowing you to manipulate her neck as needed. The tension is already melting away under your ministrations, leaving a pleasant tingle in its wake.

"Please, do what you need to. I'm in your capable hands." "Tris murmurs softly, trusting you implicitly to relieve any remaining pressure points or kinks."

Tris

"Oh, of course." "She nods, taking the towel from you with a shy smile."

As you turn away politely, Tris sits up and drapes the fresh fabric carefully around her torso, pinning it in place with the provided clips. The material is soft against her bare skin, and she takes a moment to adjust it for maximum coverage and comfort.

"Alright, I'm decent." "She calls out softly once finished, settling back down onto the table with a faint blush warming her cheeks."

The towel preserves her modesty while allowing access to her lower back and abdomen. She trusts you implicitly as a professional, having felt the care in your touch throughout the massage thus far.

Gazing up at you trustingly once more as you turn back around, Tris offers a small smile. "Please, continue. I'm ready when you are."

Tris

"Oh!" "A flush rises to Tris' cheeks as she realizes the lower towel may have shifted during her movements."

Quickly but discreetly, she adjusts the first fabric to ensure her modesty remains intact beneath both. Once satisfied, she calls out softly once more.

"Yes, I've got everything in order now. You can turn around."

As you do so, Tris offers a shy smile of confirmation. Her slim form is now modestly draped in the two towels, preserving her privacy while allowing access as needed for the abdominal massage.

Gazing up at you trustingly, she relaxes back against the table once more. "Please, continue. I'm ready when you are."

Her innocent trust in your professionalism is evident. Though a faint blush still colors her cheeks, Tris seems at ease under your gentle care.

Tris

A soft gasp escapes Tris' lips as your hands encounter the tightness of her abdominal muscles.

"Lifting? Not especially..." "She replies, furrowing her brow thoughtfully." "I'm usually pretty sedentary, if I'm honest."

Your skilled fingers work diligently at the knots, but meet considerable resistance. A faint blush rises to her cheeks at the intimate contact, though she remains still and allows your ministrations.

"Goodness, I had no idea they were so tense." "Tris murmurs, gazing up at you with open curiosity." "Do you have any suggestions for loosening them up? Your touch is very helpful, but it seems a difficult task..."

She offers a shy smile, trusting your professional opinion and experience. The tightness is indeed formidable - but with patience and care, she has faith you'll find a way to relieve the pressure.

Tris

Tris nods softly, her expression a mix of curiosity and apprehension as you apply additional pressure to her tight muscles.

"Alright, I'll let you know." "She murmurs, trusting your expertise and guidance."

With a deep breath, she braces herself for the added intensity of your touch. The pressure is firm, almost bordering on uncomfortable, but Tris remains still, determined to endure for the sake of relaxation and relief.

As your skilled hands work tirelessly, she focuses on maintaining her composure, ensuring to alert you immediately if any pain should arise. The tension in her muscles begins to slowly give way under your persistent efforts, though it's clear this will be a more stubborn knot to untangle than most.

But Tris remains patient and trusting, her gaze fixed on you with a mix of gratitude and anticipation. She's confident in your ability to alleviate the tension, even as the tightness persists.

Tris

"Muscle relaxants, I see." "She nods thoughtfully, taking your professional recommendation to heart."

As you back away, Tris sits up with a concerned frown. "Unable to complete it? But why?" Glancing down at herself to ensure her modesty remains intact, she gazes at you questioningly.

"Have I done something wrong?" "A tinge of worry colors her soft tone." "You've been so skilled up until now. Please, is there any way I can assist or adjust to make you more comfortable continuing?"

She trusts your judgment implicitly as an experienced massage therapist. If her body poses a challenge you're unable to safely manage, Tris is willing to accommodate in any way to remedy the situation.

Her innocent concern is evident, not wanting to be responsible for an unfinished treatment after you've provided such relief thus far.

Tris

"Oh no, please don't apologize!" "She replies hastily, a faint blush rising to her cheeks."

"I understand completely - your primary concern is my wellbeing. There's no need to be so hard on yourself either."

Sliding carefully from the table, keeping the towels securely in place, Tris offers you a small smile. "You've done so much already to help relax me. I appreciate you knowing your limits to ensure safety."

Reaching for her clothes, she begins to redress in discreet motions. "Perhaps next time some muscle relaxants beforehand may assist. For now, thank you for your time and skills."

Once fully clothed once more, she turns to you with a shy smile. "Please, let me know if there's any way I can properly express my gratitude for all you've done today."

Her trust and kindness towards you is evident despite the unfinished treatment.

Tris

"Of course, you'll have our continued support." "She replies warmly, her smile widening slightly in response."

Glancing over at her still-sleeping mother, Tris lets out a soft chuckle. "Somehow I don't think Mom's quite ready yet."

Stepping lightly over to Irine's sleeping form, she lays a gentle hand on her mother's shoulder. "Mom, it's time to wake up. It's your turn for a massage now."

Irine lets out a soft snort but doesn't stir, lost in a deep slumber. Tris tries again, giving her shoulder a light shake. "Mom... Mom, wake up."

When still there's no response, Tris turns back to you with an apologetic smile. "It seems rousing her may take more effort than I can provide. Perhaps with a bit more time, the massage tables will be ready for her turn. Thank you again for your patience and care."

Her manner remains polite and gracious despite the complications. Tris is a picture of youthful innocence.

Irine

At your light touch upon her shoulder, Irine begins to stir - though sluggishly. A soft murmur escapes her lips as consciousness slowly returns.

"Mmm, five more minutes dear..." She mumbles sleepily, rolling over onto her side without opening her eyes just yet. One hand comes up to brush away your fingers in a gesture of dismissal.

But as wakefulness increases, Irine gradually registers her surroundings once more. Peeling open her eyes, she gazes up at you in a daze of lingering sleepiness.

"Massage...?" She echoes groggily, still processing the request. Glancing down, Irine realizes she's still undressed from before. A lazy smile tugs at her lips.

"Well, if you insist..." Irine drawls, stretching her limbs with a satisfied hum as feeling returns to her muscles. She rolls back over, reclining fully on the table in welcome.

"By all means, let's begin then."

Irine

As you move away to prepare, Irine takes a moment to stretch once more, arching her back with a contented sigh. She watches Tris' retreating form fondly before focusing back on you.

"Mmm, yes, deep tissue please." She confirms in a drowsy murmur, settling back down onto her front comfortably.

Irine peers up at you through heavy-lidded eyes as you return, still blinking away the last vestiges of sleep. "You've got skilled hands from what I've heard. I'm looking forward to really feeling the release..."

Her tone is lazy and suggestive even in her languid state. As your hands come to rest upon her upper back, Irine hums in approval. "Whenever you're ready, darling. I'm all yours..."

She goes pliant under your touch, fully trusting you to work out any remaining knots or tension wherever they may linger within her relaxed form.

Irine

A soft chuckle escapes Irine's lips at your professional reply. "Of course, of course. I meant no offense."

As the sound draws your attention, she cranes her neck to glimpse what you've noticed. Spying the fallen key, Irine smiles lazily.

"So it seems. Tris will have to retrieve it on her way out, won't she?" She muses in agreement, settling back down comfortably once more.

Your hands begin to work deftly along her bare skin, and Irine sighs blissfully. "Mmm, yes - dive right in. I can feel your skill already..."

She goes pliant under your ministrations, tension melting away beneath your capable touch. Irine seems utterly relaxed, trusting you implicitly to work out any lingering knots or stress from her form.

Her breathing grows heavy and relaxed as you skillfully relieve pressure, lost in a haze of soothing sensation.

Irine

A soft moan of pleasure escapes Irine's lips as you apply deeper pressure, targeting the most stubborn knots within her muscles.

"Oh, yes..." she breathes out, her voice a low purr of satisfaction. "That's the spot, dear. Right there..."

Her body yields under your skilled touch, muscles surrendering to the firm pressure as tension melts away. Irine sinks deeper into the massage table, utterly relaxed and entranced by the sensations coursing through her.

"Your hands work wonders, truly..." she murmurs, a contented smile gracing her lips. "I could stay like this forever..."

She lets out a soft sigh of bliss, completely lost in the moment as you work your magic, coaxing every last trace of tension from her body.

Irine

A soft chuckle escapes Irine's lips at your playful reply. "What a pity... I suppose I'll have to settle for just this one treatment then."

Her tone remains light and teasing as she relaxes into your skilled touch once more. As you return your focus to the massage, Irine considers your question thoughtfully.

"Let me think... Some general soreness across the shoulders from carrying heavy bags lately. And my lower back has been feeling rather tight." She muses aloud.

"Nothing a few good massages wouldn't help, I'm sure." Irine adds with a contented sigh, already feeling the tension melting away under your ministrations.

"You certainly have a healing touch. I may have to book regular appointments to keep myself in top form..." Her voice trails off, losing herself to pure sensation as your hands work their magic.

Irine

At your comment, Irine lets out a soft chuckle. "Indeed, the burdens of womanhood come in all shapes and sizes."

She sighs contentedly as you work out a stubborn knot, the tension melting away under your skilled touch. "Mmm, that feels divine..."

As you speak of Tris' unfinished treatment, Irine turns her head slightly to peer at you over her shoulder. "No need to apologize, dear. I'm sure you know your limits to ensure safety."

She offers you a smile, eyes filled with understanding. "Tris expressed no discomfort either. You've clearly got a gift - I trust your judgment."

Irine relaxes once more, sinking into pure bliss. "As long as she's unharmed, that's all that matters. You continue focusing on your craft, and leave any worries to me."

Her tone is warm, filled with gratitude and faith in your skills.

Irine

At the unfamiliar word uttered softly beneath your breath, Irine glances back at you curiously once more. But seeing your focus remains on your work, she says nothing of it for now.

As your hands glide skillfully along her lower back, Irine sighs blissfully. "Mmm, just general soreness there as well I'm afraid."

She takes a moment to consider your question, assessing her own aches and pains. "My hips have felt a bit tight on occasion too. All that bending and lifting, I suppose."

Irine's body sinks deeper into relaxation with each deft movement. "You have such a healing touch. I feel better already..."

Her tone conveys nothing but calm trust and gratitude for your ministrations. Irine seems utterly at peace, losing herself to pure sensation.

Irine

At your explanation, Irine lets out a soft hum of understanding. "Of course, my apologies. I forget the intricacies sometimes."

As you request permission to check her gluteal region, Irine considers for a moment before replying.

"Well, if you think it may provide some relief, by all means have a feel." She grants gently, maintaining an air of calm trust.

"I'll leave my wellbeing in your capable hands." Irine adds, signaling her consent for you to proceed however you see fit.

She remains relaxed and pliant, offering no resistance as her treatment continues. Irine seems solely focused on receiving the healing benefits of your skilled touch, wherever it may guide her toward further release and restoration.

Irine

As your hands glide carefully along her gluteal region in search of tension, Irine exhales softly. She remains relaxed yet attentive, trusting you to monitor her responses.

When you return your focus to finishing her lower back, Irine sighs blissfully. "Mmm, you have such a healing touch."

She can feel the last vestiges of tightness melting away under your skilled ministrations. "I feel like a new woman already."

At your comment, Irine smiles drowsily. "I'm sure I will be. Floating on air for days, no doubt."

Her tone conveys nothing but calm gratitude for your care and expertise. Irine seems utterly relaxed, losing herself to pure sensation and restoration.

"You truly are an artist with your hands. I may have to become a regular client..." She breathes out contentedly, sinking ever deeper into a state of complete relaxation.

Irine

As the last remnants of tension dissolve under your skilled ministrations, Irine exhales a blissful sigh. "Mmm, I can feel the relief spreading all through me."

She seems utterly relaxed, muscles lax and heavy as she floats in a state of pure restoration. Your work complete, Irine slowly rouses, peering up at you with a drowsy smile of gratitude.

"You truly are an artist. I feel reborn already." She murmurs softly, stretching her limbs with a contented hum.

Irine accepts the locker key from your hand, her fingers brushing against yours in a gesture of thanks. "I may just have to become a regular patron."

Watching you depart with a lazy smile, Irine takes her time rising, savoring the last waves of soothing sensation coursing through her form. Renewed and relaxed, she sets off to find Tris, feeling light as air.