Lydia was in her early thirties, a hip, beautiful Latina living in San Francisco. Her neck had been giving her grief since she started her new job a few months back. Work insisted she go to see a chiropractor and then a massage therapist, she didn't see the point but they were paying so what the hell.

When she arrived at the clinic after work she became even more pissed off when she rang the bell and there was no answer. 'What a waste of time,' she thought as she turned to walk down the steps to leave.

"Hi there, sorry, didn't hear the bell." She turned and it was a man presumably the massage therapist from his attire, he was gorgeous, her face reddened and she mumbled pleasantries as she followed him inside.

Jeremy was having a long night, he worked late at the clinic Thursday nights. 'Only one more patient to go,' he told himself as he went to answer the door. He saw the back of her head initially when she was leaving. Even from behind he knew she would be beautiful. Her ass was big but perfectly contained in her work trousers, and it got better. Flawless olive skin, deep brown eyes, full rosy lips... she wore a jacket undone with a vest under which clung to her large supple breasts. He smiled and invited her in.

He'd never felt sexual tension like this with a patient, he was glad it was Thursday as he worked alone. They sat down in the cubicle and he went through the usual routine for client intake; questions about her neck, medical history, etc. His heart was pounding, she was flirting with him, at first he thought he was imagining it but there was no denying it. The pure intensity of her starring intently at him was making him hard... he shuffled in his seat trying to slyly readjust himself.

'Stop it,' she told herself, she had never behaved like this but she just could not control her overt advances. She leant forward as he spoke encouraging, almost forcing him to eye her large yet perky breasts. She spotted the bulge rising in his crotch as he shuffled in his seat and became acutely aware of a feeling rising in the pit of her stomach. A tingle rose from her pussy, tickling her belly and making her nipples stiffen.

He tried to sound as casual as possible when he asked if he could examine her neck, asking her to take off her top as he excused himself from the room. He returned and was faced with her standing in her low cut work trousers; if they were any lower the top of her neatly trimmed bush would have been revealed, and her breasts overflowing in a black lacy push up. His mouth dried up, he wanted this woman so much, but he couldn't, she was a patient and he had an obligation.

She observed him as he assessed her neck... his cute face, broad shoulders and the touch of his soft hands. Her mind was racing and she felt herself becoming aroused and as she changed positions her pussy lips moistened.

"We'll start your treatment with a massage," he said, becoming more confident now he was in control, "undress and lie face down on the table, there's a towel on the side to cover up with," he explained as he exited the cubicle.

"Undress into what?," she stammered, but it was too late he was gone. 'Fuck it,' she thought as she peeled down her trousers and unhooked her bra. She caught a glimpse of her curvy body in nothing but a sheer black g-string in the wall mirror. Her body was pulsing with anticipation as she positioned herself face down on the firm but comfortable table. Unaware that he had returned she was shocked to feel his oily hands stroking her back...

"Wherever it hurts I will massage," he spoke for the last time. He folded down the towel to her waist and became aware that his bluff to let her decide how far to undress had paid off, he smiled to himself. He gently kneaded the muscles around her shoulder blades, rocking a rhythm, slow and deliberate. His cock was now fully erect and twiching at the restriction of being contained in his trousers, but he endeavored to forget it... for now.