This is my first story here, might ramble a bit but thought it was too good not to share…
This just happened a few days ago.
I’ve (F 42) been seeing my massage therapist (F 28ish?) for almost 3 years. The first time I met her, I was immediately attracted to her…not really in a sexual, lustful way, but more of a “wow, what a cool, confident, interesting girl. She’s a little alternative, hippieish, changes up her hair color often, but always really put together – I was immediately envious and smitten by her whole vibe. Our fist 3 sessions were at a larger chain massage company, they were all pretty standard clinical massages, she was was cool to talk to, did a great job on my legs and I felt comfortable with her – so when she told me she was leaving to start her own studio I didn’t hesitate to follow her.
The first thing that jumped out to me when I started going to her new office was what she would wear for the sessions. From the conservative uniform to a tank top with no bra and yoga shorts…I immediately went from, “She’s a super cool chick who does a great job on my calves” to “holy shit, this girl is making me have feelings I’m not sure how to process.”