The Affair with Masseur

Because of an accident, my foot was unexpectedly injured. Somehow this bad luck led me to meet someone who changed my life forever.

After a session of physical therapy, I became madly obsessed about him.

Without a miss, he always hit my sensitive spot, fiercely but addictive.

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My name was Erin Warren, and I was about to marry my boyfriend, Wesley Ford. However, I had no expectation about it, not even a glimmer of joy.

Anxiety filled me, yet I couldn't pinpoint what exactly was holding me back.

When it rains, it pours. I ended up twisting my ankle.

The X-ray showed that my bone was still intact, so all I had to do was to give it time, waiting for natural recovery.

Nonetheless, the pain in my ankle is a real pain in the ass-intolerable and annoying. It made me sulky, eventually leading me to burst into anger and become furious with Wesley.

When I calmed down, I realized that I had been overreacting. I quickly apologized to Wesley, who had recently borne the brunt of my rage.

"Honey, I'm really sorry. You've done nothing wrong. I just..."

"Hey, I get it. The pain is disturbing. Don't worry. I have a friend who excels in therapy. I'll ask him to see if there's anything he can do."

Upon realize I'd been snapping at my caring and attentive boyfriend, the guilt stroke me even harder.

"I am doing OK. It will be unnecessary to trouble anyone."

"There will be no trouble at all, trust me. He's my best friend."

The next day, I met the masseur.

His air of refinement left me a deep first impression. His glasses matched his gentle smile, making me feel his kindness and gentleness.

"You must be Wesley's fiancée. You are really beautiful as he told. I'm Patrick Griffiths."

He said in a low but attractive voice, reminding me of those brilliant storytellers. His compliment made me blush a little.

"Hello, I'm Erin Warren."

His hand was slightly cool as we shook, but as I withdrew, he held on for a moment before letting go.

It seemed like he brushed his thumb across my hand. But I wasn't so sure about this.

"Erin twisted her ankle. Could you take a look? The hospital couldn't figure it out the cause of pain, but she's suffering." Wesley said.

Patrick sat on the sofa, instructing me to placed my foot on his thigh.

"Does it hurt?" He rotated my foot in a special way.

"Ouch! Yes, it hurts bad."

His hand moved upward.

"What about here?"

As he touched that spot, my heart raced.

I felt goosebumps and had an urge to pull my foot back.

"Where? Here? Oh, it's fine."

"Good news. No bone injury,. Still, if you want to recover quickly, massage will be your first choice."

"Where can we find a masseur? Any recommendations?" Wesley asked urgently.

"Well, he's standing right in front of you." Patrick replied, which is totally unexpected for Wesley.

"How can we bother you? We are grateful that you took the time for us, considering how busy you are. Massages will surely make you exhausted."

Patrick glanced at me and adjusted his glasses.

"Relax, Wesley. I can handle my job. If you feel bad about it, consider it a consultation."

"Alright, then I'll consider it a consultation. I owe you one."

Wesley then checked the time on his phone.

"Are you busy or something? Can't you just stay with me?" I asked, feeling a bit unhappy.

Wesley patted Patrick's shoulder.

"Sorry, man. I only took a two-hour leave. Duty calls and I need to get back to the office right now. Please take care of Erin."

Patrick assured him there would be no problem. Then Wesley left.

Left alone with Patrick, I felt a bit panicky.

I didn't know why. I just knew Wesley being here would make me feel better.

"Don't worry, I'm professional, not some random unlicensed liar." he said with a charming smile.

I got to say, he looked really attractive when he smiled.

I waved my hand right away, afraid he might misunderstand.

"You misunderstand. I just get flustered when meeting with good-looking man, alone."

"Thank you for the compliment. As a masseur, all that matter is client's feeling. I'm about to start the massage; it might hurt a bit, please bear with it."

"Okay."

Patrick took out a medical kit and put on a white coat.

Catching a glimpse of these, my mind wandered.

I'd heard about the allure of uniforms, but I'd never had any interest of it. Even at the hospital, I hadn't found any doctor particularly attractive.

But Patrick's current appearance was quite tempting to me.

He found the right sensitive points and began the massage.

"Wesley mentioned you're getting married soon. When will you have your wedding?"

"Probably in a few months."

" You are truly beautiful. I'm sure you have countless suitors. I can't help but feel a bit jealous of Wesley, lucky him."

I shyly smiled.

My foot was quite sensitive.

When he pressed a certain point, it hit a sensitive spot, and I couldn't help but let out a moan like a sex sound.

"Mm..."

He paused, and my face felt like it was on fire, turning red from my neck to my ears.

"Did it hurt? Just hang in there a bit longer, I'll be gentler."

Though there was no other implication, his voice still felt like a hook, tugging at my heart. My eyes flashed passionately.

"Does this feel better? Or still painful?"

"Yes, it's comfortable," I replied in a soft and sweet voice.

His hands slowly moved up to my calf, massaging with an up-and-down motion.

"Relax, Your calves are a bit tense. Please prepare yourself. I'll apply more pressure."

Even though I'd been informed, I couldn't help but cry out when the pain stroke me so violently.

"Ah... it hurts."

"You are doing great. Just hang in there. Once muscles are relaxed, your blood circulation will improve, and your ankle will heal faster."

"Okay, mm..."

I felt embarrassed. I just couldn't help constantly making strange noises during what was supposed to be a normal massage.

I fixed my gaze at his expression, and Patrick still maintained his gentle smile.

It seemed like he felt nothing about my strange sound. Still, I was blushed as red as a rose with shame.

To avoid making spectacle of myself, I bit my lip, trying to make no more awkward sound.