I had been feeling especially stressed. At 32 I had steadily climbed the corporate ladder and became consumed with all the responsibility that goes along with it. So one Friday evening I decided to schedule a massage at a salon not far from the office. I showed up at the appointed time, which was rather late in the evening.
Authors note: this story is mostly fiction. It's a fantasy, except for the middle part. This is my first attempt at a Literotica story. I'm an average looking guy, about average height for a fellow in his mid thirties. I have an average job; I'm a paralegal. I consider myself straight, but I will admit that I'm bi-curious, at least at times.