So this happened just as I left university and right before I moved away to a quieter part of the country. My time at university had a lot of stories but this is one of my fondest memories. For context I’m brunette, about 5’3 and mostly legs and bum, pics on my profile. ..
My sport required me to be in top shape at all times and regularly received massages to aid my recovery.
I used my local physio which tended to be run by students straight out of the same uni, so I knew a bunch of the guys and girls. It was a typical physio studio; defintely not a seedy massage parlour or even a particularly relaxing environment. There is nothing in there that would typically put anyone into a sexual mood, however as much as sex wasn’t on my mind as soon as somebody starts working my body I find my mind wandering.
My masseuse on the day I had known few years back from our university days. He was about 5’10, athletic footballer build, dark hair with a nice covering on stubble. Nothing ever had happened, we were just friends and I really didn’t think he saw me in any other kind of way.