Abigail in Trouble Ch. 07: Stress Relief

After the second stint of nursing work experience, Abigail dropped out of the Auxiliary Nurse programme quoting that she was "not cut out for that kind of job", and that "the work environment did not suit" her. Whilst her father was disappointed for her that it hadn't worked out, he didn't question her too much about it.

He had however noticed that she grew tense and evasive whenever they talked about work, thinking that she was a little stressed about dropping out and worried about where to apply herself next. He decided to deal with one thing at a time.

"You look stressed, Abigail" he finally told her over breakfast one morning. She took some time to admit that actually she was a little tense at the moment, but didn't say why.

"Well, what would help you?" he asked. "Perhaps we need to find something that will relax you. Eh?"

"Like what Daddy?" she asked.

"Well, for example one of my clients runs a health and leisure business. Maybe I can arrange for a spa day or a back massage to de-stress you. Something like that?" Abigail thought for a moment.

"Actually a back massage does sound like it would be nice" she decided.

Her father seemed pleased that she was going to take up his suggestion. "OK. Good. Shall I make enquiries for you?"

"Yes please Daddy."

So it was arranged for the following afternoon.

Abigail didn't know what she should wear for a back massage. She decided on a Tee shirt and comfortable jogging bottoms. She decided to wear minimal underwear, just a matching bra and panties, expecting towels to cover these areas for her anyway.

Her father drove her to the venue, dropping her off and promising to pick her up in a couple of hours. The place was an exclusive Country Club set in secluded and beautiful scenery. She checked into the Health Spa. The friendly lady on reception asked her name and immediately recognised the booking.

"Oh yes, you are down for the full relaxation back massage with special extras. Is that correct?" she asked.

"Uh, yes I think so" Abigail faltered, no quite sure what her father had booked, but knew it was basically a stress relieving back massage.

The receptionist then introduced her to a pretty beauty clinician named Becky who showed her along a corridor to the massage suit and went ahead of her into Room 3. It was surprisingly large for a massage room, and Abigail was relieved that it hardly resembled the last one she had found herself in, just a couple of weeks before.

The white padded massage table was in the centre. Several tables and cupboards were around the walls and there was a screen in the corner. There was no window. Becky dimmed the lights, put on some relaxing music and lit a few scented water candles. She put several bottles of oils on the warmer.

"These will all help you to relax even before your massage starts" she said cheerfully. "Why don't you undress down to your bra and panties and lie on your front on the massage table with this towel over your bottom. You can use the screen if you want but we'll leave you alone for a bit so you can get ready and relax before we start on your massage. Is that alright?"

"Oh, yes thank you" replied Abigail, feeling reassured as she took the towel offered.

"Your masseur will be with you in a few minutes, so take your time." Becky smiled and left her alone to get ready, closing the heavy door behind her.

Becky went back to reception, knowing that Carla, one of their best masseurs would be along in due course to attend to her client. Becky hadn't actually seen Carla that morning, but had noticed she had checked in on the computer system and so was somewhere around. She didn't worry about Carla showing up on time because she was always reliable.

Abigail had thought she would be reluctant to undress in a public institution, given her recent bad experiences, but in fact the privacy of the establishment and the (she presumed) all female staff had put her at ease. Nevertheless, she still undressed behind the screen down to her white lace bra and panties.

Her naked feet were warm on the carpet. She lay down on her front on the massage table. It was quite wide in the bottom and centre, and narrowed at the top where the face hole was. She found some arm rests under the sides of the table, level with her head and while they were comfortable to rest her hands on, she decided not to use them.

Once she had positioned the towel sideways over her bottom, ensuring it completely covered her panties, she lay her arms down her sides. She settled down with her face looking through the purpose-built hole. She had to adjust her front a little to get her large breasts comfortable under her. They bulged out to the side a little. She kept her legs tight together.

Immediately Abigail felt her body starting to relax under the dim lighting, gentle soothing music and the aromas coming from the candles. They probably had relaxation scents in them or something. Her face was resting in the padded hole, looking down, and her wavy brown hair hung all around her head over the table, giving her a restricted view of the floor. She felt warm and comfortable just waiting.

She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, just allowing herself to drift. Very soon she felt floppy and drowsy, her body lulled into a state of relaxation she didn't normally achieve. The wait seemed a while, but she wasn't fully aware of the passage of time. She might have dozed off slightly, just on the brink of sleeping.

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Mike was bored. He had finished the Software updates to the Health Spa computer system sooner than expected and would soon have to go back to more mundane jobs like cleaning. While he was doing the IT stuff, he had enjoyed being around the reception staff and clinicians, all of whom were female and a few were rather attractive. But he was nearly finished, and would have to leave the lovely ladies to their jobs shortly.

He was just sorting through the admin e-mail backlog that had been held back while he had shut-down the system, before getting ready to hand the terminal back over to the receptionist, when Carla's e-mail came in.

It read "Sue, please let Becky know that that my car's seriously broken down, and I'm really, really sorry but I won't be able to make my3 o'clock this afternoon. Janice or Tasmin I think are free, so you can ask one of them to do it instead of me. I'll owe them one. Really sorry. Hopefully see you tomorrow. Thanks! Carla."

Normally the e-mail system was very reliable and Sue, the receptionist, was very efficient at keeping people informed, so the staff didn't need to phone in for this type of thing. Mike was going to let Sue know, and while waiting for her to appear, just idly entered the booking system to see what Carla's 3 o'clock appointment was. It was a full relaxation back massage in Room 3, but somebody had added "with special extras" in the notes box.

Mike chuckled to himself because to him, that note had always appeared to a bit suggestive. He expected this client was a fat middle-aged man. When he clicked on the client profile, he discovered that it was in fact a young woman in the 18-25 bracket, and not flagged as "weight challenged". This happened to be Mike's target age-group for hitting on women. He liked them young.

For amusement, he fantasised about what "special extras" he would like to give a young woman, as well as a sensual massage, if he was the masseur. Then a thought struck him: "Why the hell not!" He checked to see if anyone was observing him, before he deleted the e-mail. He logged on as Carla and checked her in as "in work", before logging out, and checking he had covered his tracks. As Sue returned, he handed the reception back over to her and headed out to the staff car park.

An hour or so later Mike popped back into the building, a heavy hold-all in his hand, and un-noticed, slipped down the treatment corridor towards Room 3.

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Abigail was so relaxed and almost asleep such that she didn't hear the faint click of the door opening, a few soft footsteps, then the door closing with a louder, more ominous clunk. She didn't notice the soft thud as something was placed on the floor, or someone removing one of the warm oil bottles and screwing in the dispensing nozzle.

She was only aware of someone else in the room when she felt warm, soft hands on the backs of her calves. She woke up with a start, opening her eyes, but then quickly relaxed and closed them again as warm oil was being applied to her lower legs and even her feet. The warm hands gently rubbed the oil over her skin, making it slick. More oil was applied further up her legs and to the backs of her thighs, stopping short of the towel.

As the hands rubbed warm oil sensually into her slickening skin, she let out a low moan.

"Mmm that feels nice."

It was strange when a soft and gentle male voice unexpectedly answered her, because it didn't even startle her as it should have.

"I'm Dick, your masseur this afternoon Miss. Now just relax and we'll get rid of any tension in you", Mike lied, making all efforts to remain reassuring and professional.

Her eyes opened in mild surprise at the male voice and she considered how she felt about it. Her modesty was covered by the towel and she was lying on her front, so she thought she might let him continue. He had a reassuring tone and despite the fact that she was not expecting a male masseur, she tried to put aside the fact that it was a bloke who was rubbing oil into her skin. She was already pretty relaxed, so her worries gradually slipped away as her continued his gentle stroking.

He stroked all the way down to her toes, ensuring all exposed skin on her legs was covered in oil, and then started to work on her legs properly. He lifted a leg up and began working on it, squeezing out any stress points and ensuring an even coating of warm oil.

He kneaded and rubbed her foot, even squeezing each of her dainty toes in turn, trying not to tickle her. His hands were warm, soft and strong. He lay down the foot and repeated the exercise on the other. Then he began to work up her calf, squeezing and kneading the muscles and skin as he went.

His hands were big enough to circle her lower leg within both slick hands and squeeze it as he rubbed her calf up and down. Then he lowered her leg and repeated with the other. She was getting into this, feeling more and more relaxed by the minute. He applied more oil and moved up her legs, enjoying stroking and rubbing the smooth and well toned flesh of her exposed thighs, just nudging up to the towel spread over her bottom.

After quite a while of massaging her legs, he moved up past the towel to her shoulders. He applied some warm oil to his hands and stroked it into her skin all over her shoulders and back. He stroked her back for a while, knowing it would sooth and settle her even more. He rubbed around her shoulders, then started gently to squeeze the back of her neck and inner parts of her shoulders.

As his fingers slid back and forth across her shoulder blades, he inevitably kept snagging the narrow straps of her bra. He softly asked her if she minded him moving the straps a little to give him better access to work on her shoulders. She was far too relaxed to object and she murmured in agreement. He carefully slid each strap across her shoulders and slipped them over the corners and slightly down her arms. This gave him unrestricted access to her shoulders but she wasn't sure that this is what she had agreed to; he had said to move them a "little" hadn't he?

He applied more oil, then expertly started to massage her shoulders, shoulder blades and back of her neck, brushing her hair up and out of the way. She sighed and forgot any concerns as he gently worked her slick flesh under his firm but gentle hands, dispelling any knots of muscle and hard spots around her shoulders. To be fair, she didn't have many, just soft young skin, but he enjoyed stroking her flesh firmly under his slick fingers. She seemed an attractive young thing after all.

Mike expanded the area of massage, going down her arms slightly, and down her back, but soon he made a point of bumping into her bra strap.

"If you want the full back massage, I'm going to have to unclip this. Is that alright?" he enquired hopefully. She thought about exposing her back to him which would be OK, especially with her arms by her sides, but then she wouldn't easily be able to move from there. She supposed it would be OK, and her arms hid the sides of her breasts anyway, so after a moment of hesitation and squeezing her arms tightly into her sides, she murmured "OK".

Secretly delighted, he gently unclipped her bra and pulled the parts to the sides, laying them over her arms. He now had good, unrestricted access to her whole back, down to the towel poised firmly over her bottom. He applied plenty more oil, then got to work.

He really got going on her back, rubbing kneading and stroking away any tension over her smooth oiled skin. She just lay there and enjoyed the feeling of her back being massaged thoroughly. His fingers worked along her shoulders and down her back, nudging against the towel.

Each time he rubbed down, his fingers nudged further, slightly edging the towel down a tiny amount each time, but she didn't notice. He stood up beside her shoulders and oiled his palms some more and then rubbed his large, strong hands down her back, each time delving further down, meeting the rise of her buttocks and encountering the edge of her lace panties. She didn't seem to mind or possibly didn't notice.

He nudged the edge of the towel even lower, exposing the lace, and squeezed over her bottom slightly, making her moan softly in oblivious appreciation. After a few more nudges and squeezes exposing more rounded buttocks, he felt the strong urge to grasp her bum cheeks over her panties and squeeze tightly, but he resisted.

After quite a while attending to her lower back, his oiled fingers moved across to her nearest arm. He again applied more oil and started to stroke and massage her arm from her palm up to her shoulder. He held her arm in one hand and rubbed the muscles with the other. It felt so nice that she forgot about wanting to keep her arm tight against her body to hide the side of her breast.

He worked around the shoulder strap of her bra. Soon her arm was warm and slick and well rubbed. He walked around and did the same to the other arm.

After that he wanted to hold her arms out above her head to stretch her shoulders like that, but knew her bra straps would prevent it. He could have slipped the straps back over her shoulders which would have allowed the move, but he felt that was a backward move. Instead he gently bent her arm at the elbow, with the pretence of rubbing her muscles, and slipped the straps down and over her elbow and off her arm.

He placed her arm back down on the table, still bent, with her hand near her shoulder, while he went round and carefully repeated with the other arm, thus freeing both arms from the bra straps. He was so careful that Abigail didn't seem to notice.

Then he stood at her head and reached for her arms. He held her forearms near the wrists, and straightened them forward above her head. He gently but firmly pulled her arms out in front of her, stretching them and at the same time stretching her torso. While he was holding her arms slightly up, the weight of her torso was lifted off her breasts slightly until he relaxed and her body settled down onto the massage table again.

He then talked to her softly and guided her arms below the head of the table and to the arm rests that ran parallel under each side. These arm rests consisted of narrow padded shelves where the forearms rested, with a plastic vertical hand grip at the top. Abigail rested her forearms on the pads and her hands closed loosely around the hand grips.

Now Mike had better access to her back, and he started rubbing firmly all over her back, including down her sides, brushing close to the fleshy bulges of her breasts.

Shortly he returned his attention to her legs. He applied more warm oil, then moved her legs slightly apart. This allowed him to hold each leg in both hands and slide his oily hands up and down her entire leg, stroking from her ankle to the inside of her smooth thighs, and working dangerously close to the towel.

He stood to the side of her legs and massaged and slid his hands up and down one thigh, nudging the edge of the towel up a little each time, until he folded it back, just exposing the bottom of her panties. The towel was now a narrow strip across the width of her pert bottom with a glimpse of white lace at the top and bottom. He stroked her lovely naked, glistening legs for a while, enjoying the feeling of her soft skin under his hands.

When he felt she was ready, he softly asked her if he could do her hips. She was now too relaxed to really argue so she grunted in agreement. He folded the sides of the towel inwards, so that it was now just a compact rectangle of cloth on the middle of her bottom. He stood to her side, applied more oil to his hands, and began rubbing up and down the sides of her body, up and over her hips, past the side strings of her skimpy white lace panties.

As he firmly rubbed the sides of her hips, he pretended to find knots of tension and suggested putting a pad under her hips, so that he could massage them better. He fetched a soft, triangular wedge-shaped pad about 18 inches square, and guiding her to raise her hips up, slid it underneath her stomach. This was a deflated inflatable wedge pad. He had placed it with the narrow end of the wedge under her tummy not quite up to her breasts and the thicker end firmly under her hips, lifting her bum up slightly.

He now had better access for his palms to liberally stroke over the sides of her body, over her hips and the side curves of her buttocks, around the edges of the towel. Only the thin side strings of her panties were in the way. They were held by a cute little bow on each side. He resisted the temptation to tug them loose.

He started to glide his soft, oil-soaked hands all over her exposed body. He stood level with the towel covering her bottom, while one rubbed smoothly over her back and the other up and down her lovely legs. He deliberately nudged the towel smaller and smaller on her now slightly upthrust buttocks, giving access to more and more curvy flesh.

As he gave a long, sensual stroke up her leg and down from her shoulders, and his hands almost met at the towel, he quickly but gently lifted it up and removed it. She didn't seem to notice as he continued to stroke her legs and back, but now he looked down on her lovely pert bottom, barely concealed under the nice white lace panties. They were high cut on the legs and delved beautifully from the triangle at the top centre of bottom and down between her lovely bum cheeks.

His stroking hands became closer and closer, venturing onto the rounded swelling flesh of her buttocks, from above and below, spreading oil over the firm shapes and rubbing and massaging the smooth flesh. She was so relaxed that she didn't question where he was rubbing, or resist him moving her legs further and further apart.

He rubbed over her bottom with one hand whilst the other squeezed the bell on the end of the air tube on the wedge pad, pumping it up a bit. Her bottom was raised up and he continued to stroke it with both hands together, side by side. He squeezed the firm globes and rubbed the firm flesh, nudging her panties into the crack of her bottom as he stroked over her rounded skin. Then with his left hand keeping her bottom occupied, he spread each leg a little further apart.

Then he decided to take it to the next level. Reaching down with his right hand under the edge of the table, he drew out a padded leather strap level with her ankle. He drew it carefully over her ankle and inserted into a hidden slot back down to below the table top. He threaded the strap end through the auto-grip clasp, but did not pull it tight.