Let’s see, where were we…ah, yes.
<puts a compilation disk in the player, Carl Orf and O Fortuna (Excalibur Theme) begin to play>
Hmmm….perhaps a bit “strong” for relaxation…
<replaces it with a Cocteau Twins/Enigma mix> Better.
Okay, now let’s see if we can’t put you into a ‘sage-coma.
<rubs hands, applies a little oil and begins>
“You’ll notice a slight pull and perhaps some tingling pressure as I apply some deep pressure to you pectoral muscle. That’s the fascia tissue, nothing to worry about.”
Using the tips of my fingers, I press circles into your chest, the deep pressure unknotting tissue and releasing toxins* (“Don’t forget to drink plenty of water tonight”)*. My palms press against your ribs, rolling and pulling, rolling and pushing. Kneading your abdomen and brushing your belly button, I add some oil. (“Oops, let me wipe some of that out of there!”)
The crest of you hips hint from under the towel as I press my thumbs in circles, stroking your sides, your tummy and …well, just under the edge of the towel.
[moving along to keep this a family thread]
Picking up your right foot, I press my thumbs into the ball of your foot, kneading. Your arch melts as I crease deeply along it, toward your heal. Your Achilles leads the way to your calf, but for now I concentrate on your shin, then your knee. Flexing your leg, circling both hands on the sides of your knee, running along each and every tendon, tracing up to your thigh. Your quadriceps, a powerful and shapely set of muscles (“Are you a runner? You have terrific muscle tone.”) Again kneading and using deep pressure, palms and finger tips work their way to the edge of the towel again, before sliding under and finding…your abductor (groin tendon). A combination of light and deep pressure here, circling and pressing, kneading and releasing. (“Um, you’re supposed to relax, bucking and writhing isn’t going to help”)
<wiping sweat from brow>
“Okay, let’s get that left leg…”
<flash forward fifteen minutes>
“Ready to turn over? Okay, I’ll hold the towel, you roll over and mind the face-cradle. 1…2…and over. Oops, sorry ‘bout dropping that [sub]Nice bum![/sub]. Here we go. ”
“Okay, let’s finish those legs.”
Beginning with the calves again, rubbing and pulling the sides and pressing my thumbs deep into the tissue. (“Nice cleft muscle, you must stair-step.”) Grazing over the back of your knees, lightly dragging the back of my fingernails (“Oh sorry, does that tickle?” 
). Again, I find myself working on your thighs, the muscle taught under my hand. Squeezing and pressing, firm and insistent, I knead my way up to the slight curve of your bottem, the firm and pleasant curve just peeking from the towel. Applying more oil, I ease my hands under the towel and stroke the sides of you hips, from your waist down and around to the back of your thighs. (“I’m sorry, I thought I heard you moan. Are you alright? Oh…hehe, good, good.”)
<And we’re moving on to your back.> “Fairer skin I’ve certainly not seen! A smooth pallet on which I shall create a tapestry of …um…uh, relaxation?” (Damn, so close)
Kneading and pulling, I work my hands around your waist, thumbs running along the side of your spine, pressing the muscle and untying knot after knot. Fingertip circles work their way up your back, the area just below your shoulder blades garnering special attention. Returning to the center of your back, I rock my palms up to your shoulders, working from the center out to your arms. Squeezing fingers and thumbs, circling thumbs all the while, I slide along the muscles of your neck, your shoulders and back again.
As this has turned into more of a therapeutic massage than a sensual one, I’ll finish with some percussion. Tapping an open, cupped hand against your back, working up and down and from side to side.
The coup de grace, I race my fingers down your back, whisking the skin, drawing it tight as blood rushes to the surface, tickling but not tickling so that you would squirm, more so that you would sigh and melt, one last time into the table.
“And we’re done. Phew, that took longer than I thought, I hope I didn’t keep you too long?”
::Looking out the door, seeing a line…::
“Um, you can go ahead and get dressed, you don’t have to, in fact, never mind.” 
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