Inna
The
following is based on a personal experience, although names have been changed and the closing
sequence has been somewhat embellished
It was winter break, and Mike had returned
home for a few days after his first semester of college. Always an athletic person, Mike was on the
football team at
The next few days were pretty uneventful – a little golf, a little TV, nothing really spectacular. Then Thursday morning came around, and Mike set off to The Massage Outlet. Upon arriving, he entered the new-looking building and walked down a hallway, looking for a receptionist. The second door on the left, across from a wall-mounted relaxation fountain, was an open door. Mike walked in and saw a woman standing with her back to him, organizing some pamphlets on a table at the far side of the room.
“Hello,” Mike said, “I’m Mike and I have a
The lady turned around and replied, “Yes, Mike. My name is Inna and I will be taking care of you this morning. If you would just like to fill out this paperwork we can get started.”
Now the first thing Mike noticed about Inna was her beautiful face. She was probably in her early thirties, with jet black hair and stunning features. The second thing he noticed was her pronounced, Russian-sounding accent. And judging by her name, Mike figured she had arrived in the country not too long ago. Anyway, Mike finished the preliminary paperwork and handed the clipboard to Inna.
“Thank you,” she said, “If you would just follow me into this room, we can begin your massage.” She led Mike into an adjacent room, and motioned for him to enter. “You can undress to your level of comfort and lay face-down on the Massage-Station,” she said, “I will give you a few minutes to get ready and then I will come in.”
“Sounds great,” Mike said, and she smiled and closed the door. Mike undressed completely, because it was his lower back in particular that was sore on him and he wanted to be sure that Inna knew he was comfortable with her applying treatment there, laid down on the Massage-Station bed and covered up. A few minutes passed and there was a knock on the door, followed by Inna entering the room. Mike was laying face down, so he answered her questions (How are you feeling, is there any special area you want me to work on, etc.) without looking at her. But when she came up to the head of the Massage Station and told Mike how much time she was going to spend on each body part, he looked up at her. It was a good thing he had his head on a pillow because otherwise Mike’s jaw would have hit the floor! Out in the greeting room, Inna had been wearing baggy pants and a large, long-sleeved t-shirt. But she had taken off the long-sleeved shirt and was now wearing a white halter top with the same black pants. Mike tried to keep his gaze fixed on her face while she told him what her plan was for the hour-long session, but he couldn’t help stealing a few glances at her muscular, toned upper body and perfectly-shaped, natural breasts. Inna obviously was serious about working out, and if Mike didn’t know any better he would have thought she was a figure competitor or natural bodybuilder who was VERY close to a competition.
“Does that sound okay to you, Mike?” Inna asked, bringing Mike out of his awestruck silence.
“Umm, yeah, that sounds great,” Mike stammered, and he lowered his head back down to the pillow.
The first forty minutes of the massage were spent with Mike lying on his stomach, so he could only imagine the sight of Inna’s fit, muscular arms and hands caressing his body. The massage felt great, Inna was a very good masseuse, but Mike found it hard to relax with all the thoughts racing through his mind about Inna’s traffic-stopping body.
“Okay, you can roll over now, Mike,” Inna suddenly said, and Mike did what she asked, finally getting a glimpse of the fantastic Inna. She was even more attractive than he remembered her being before, with her arms and shoulders pumped with blood from all the massaging, she looked absolutely amazing. A pronounced vein snaked its way all the way down from her shoulders through her biceps and split into a few veins protruding from her rock-solid forearms. But just as quickly as Mike turned over, Inna placed a sort of blindfold over his eyes to “help with the relaxation experience.” Normally Mike wouldn’t have minded, but with the smoking hot Inna giving him a massage, the last thing he was thinking about was relaxation.
The remainder of the massage was spent with Inna massaging Mike’s biceps, forearms, hands, quadriceps and traps, and Mike trying to think of a way to talk with Inna about her muscles. All too soon, Inna was finished with her work and she took the blindfold off Mike’s eyes.
“How was that, Mike?” Inna inquired.
“That was great,” Mike replied, “You have very strong hands.”
Inna laughed and said, “Yes, well I lifted arms this morning and my arms felt like they were shaking while I was giving your massage.”
Mike, surprised (and pleased) with the enthusiasm with which Inna responded to his question about muscles, decided to continue the conversation. “Oh,” said Mike, trying to act surprised, “You lift weights?”
“Yes,” replied Inna, “I lift four days a week. I used to be involved in gymnastics when I was a little girl, but I injured my knee and was forced to give it up. I started lifting weights after I became certified as a massage therapist six years ago. It started out as just a hobby, but now it is a huge part of my life.” With that she flexed her right biceps and gave a little laugh.
“Wow,” Mike said, in response to her biceps flex, “Can you do that again?”
“Sure,” Inna replied, and flexed her biceps again for Mike. “You want to feel it?”
Mike could hardly believe his luck! “Uh, sure, I guess,” he said, and cupped his hands around Inna’s defined right arm. Her arm had to be at least 12-13 inches around and was hard as a rock! “Wow, your biceps are great,” Mike said.
“You think?” Inna asked. “Feel my triceps, I don’t think they’re too bad either.” With that she straightened her elbow and the back of her arm exploded into a defined, horseshoe of muscle. Mike ran his fingers along the ridges of muscle and then squeezed it a little – it was just as hard as her biceps.
“Your triceps are incredible too,” Mike said, “You have a lot to be proud of.”
“Thanks, Mike,” Inna said. “Well, you can get dressed and I’ll meet you outside.”
“Sounds good,” Mike answered. And with that she left the room. Mike took a few moments to compose himself and tried to digest what had just happened to him. After a while, he got dressed and walked outside.
Inna rung him up at the cash register and said that she hoped he had a pleasant experience and that he would return again soon. Mike said he definitely would come back the next time he was back home, turned, and began walking toward the door. Just before he reached the door he heard Inna call his name, and he turned around.
“Mike,” she said, “maybe next time I’ll let you see my abs!” She winked at him and then returned to sorting the pamphlets on the table at the far side of the room. Mike smiled and walked outside to his car.
“Next time I’m back in town,” he thought to himself, “I am definitely going to need another massage.”
I will make part II if I get enough positive response. Send comments to [email protected]