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Well, apparently this particular girl didn't get the message, because she plopped herself down in a seat across from me."Hey there, I'm Marla"A simple hello was all I could manage in reply, mainly because she was gorgeous, and her blouse seemed to have a shortage of buttons."Well? ""O, yeah, you can call me Caleb""So how are classes going Caleb? I'm training to be a masseuse, and the teacher told us to practice as much as possible in our spare time. I was trying to figure out if she was serious, or just looking for someone to sleep with for the night.
Eventually I decided that it didn't matter, I said yes and figured I'd just see how far she took things before deciding to stay or get out."Great! All my massage stuff is stashed there, come on"She jumped up and led the way to her room.
I wasn't sure if she was wearing panties, but she was definitely not wearing a bra!
"I hope you don't mind Caleb, but I just can't stand wearing skirts for very long. "You know what the most important part of a good massage is Caleb? Every muscle, every limb, each and every part"The best I could do was groan my agreement and continue to enjoy her ministrations. I felt Marla squirt some kind of oil onto my back and begin to work it slowly into my skin.
Just give me a pair of jeans and I'm happy" She walked over to the table and gently placed her hands on my shoulders and began to rub lightly in small circles with the tips of her fingers. After she loosened up my shoulder muscles, she began to knead them and work all the kinks and knots out with her hands.
The top of the table was covered in dark colored leather, and looked very comfortable. I started to think that her offer of a massage might not be anything more than what it seemed, but I kept my guard up."Alright Caleb, I'm going to slip into something a little more comfortable, and I need you to undress and hop up on the table for me.
Once the lights were on I immediately noticed her massage table sitting in an open space near her computer.
I quickly realized she must be serious about this massage stuff, because the table was obviously a professional model.
In my lifetime I had never received a foot massage, and found myself wondering if they would be part of the massage.
Marla did not disappoint, in fact she spent what seemed like a very long time on each of them.
I was sitting in one of the hang out areas on campus one evening, trying to figure out which of my new teachers would be least upset were I to turn in a paper a few days late.