An Unprofessional Massage

She left her school books at the bottom. She couldn’t carry them with the crutches. Walking with half a leg in a cast was hard enough. This is what I get for getting playing soccer on a frozen lake.

Her parents had been worried and pissed. She was 18 years old and she had broken her leg in her first year of college.

“You’re not a kid anymore,” her mother had said. “Please at least act like an adult.”

Her parents forced her to move back home, away from the dormitory. They were afraid of hurting herself or falling and no one being around to help. It was her second day at home and she was already hating it. Her parents were always hovering over her and she couldn’t get a moment alone. 

“Privacy shouldn’t be this hard to come by as an only child,” she said as she walked down the hall.

“Hello?” called a voice. “Is someone there?”

Yasmine peered into one of the rooms adjacent to the hallway. Her grandfather was asleep in his chair, the medical equipment humming by his side. A dark-skinned man in scrubs sat beside him. 

“Oh, you must be the granddaughter,” he said.

“Uh, yes,” Yasmine said. “W-who are you?” She stammered. Damn, he is hot.

His skin was smooth and deep brown. His jaw was square and broad like his shoulders. He was perhaps ten years older than her. 

He smiled and stirred her heart. “I’m Aasir. Your parents hired me to check in on your grandfather during the week when they’re at work. I just started.”

Of course. I forgot. She recalled her mother saying something about a visiting nurse. She had tuned out at that point, tired from all the lecturing and scolding. I guess it was kinda sexist for me to expect a female nurse.

“Oh, cool,” she said. “Well, I was just going to take a nap. I just came back from class.”

“What happened to your leg?”

She gave an awkward shrug. “Oh, just some foolishness.” She could feel herself blushing. Her face was almost red and stood out against her black curly hair. She scurried down the hall to the bathroom. She needed a shower first.

“Let me know if you need any help,” Aasir said.

Yasmine hobbled away as fast she could. Definitely thinking of him in the shower.

The hot water was turned on and the showerhead rained into the tub. She lay her crutches against the wall, and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her soft tan skin was still a bit pink from the chance encounter. She imagined her curvy figure cradled in Aasir’s great arms. 

God, he looks tall. When was the last time I had a good fuck?

She pulled her hair back into a ponytail. The crutches fell behind her. She turned to catch them but instead fell face first into the tub. The hot water soaked her clothes as she splashed around in, struggling to stand.

“Aasir,” she yelled. Big hands grabbed her waist and shoulder and lifted her out of the tub. She sat on the floor, her wet clothes making a puddle. 

“What happened?” Aasir asked.

“Oh god, I’m such a clutz and a moron,” she said. “I tripped over the crutches and fell in the tub.”

Aasir shook his head, a toothy grin on his face. “You shouldn’t be bathing alone. You do more harm than good. Let me help you.”

He reached down and tugged her shirt off over her head before she could stop him.

“Aasir, wait!” She covered her bare chest, her puffy brown nipples getting hard in the cold air.

Aasir appeared confused but then rolled his eyes. “Yasmine, a body is a body. I’ve seen so many naked people. It’s purely professional.”

“That’s not comforting,” she said.

“You’re just going to hurt yourself again,” he chided. “Do you want two broken legs?”

Yasmine, embarrassed and defeated, obliged but kept her arms over her chest. Aasir helped her up from the floor and pulled down her pants over her cast. She almost tripped again but he grabbed her arm. His grip was strong but his hands were soft.

Maybe he was right. I’m just a danger to myself like this.

“Oh you can leave those on,” she said as he tugged at her panties.

“You’re not taking a shower with your panties,” he said. “That’s just weird and unhygienic.” They were down in a flash and her trimmed black bush caught his attention for an instant.

“Ok let’s get into the shower,” he said after fitting a plastic baggy over her cast. “Get in and put your hands against the wall.”

Yasmine obeyed. Aasir adjusted the showerhead and water cascaded down her back. It felt nice so relaxing. She was just realizing how sore her body was from the fall that broke her leg. I could just stay in here for hours.

“I can't tell if you’re turning pink from the water or from embarrassment,” Aasir said.

He’s making jokes? “Ha, probably both.” She flinched as the loofa brushed over her back. 

“Are you in pain?” he asked.

“Just a little. I pulled a few muscles when I fell and broke my leg.”

He hummed with sudden understanding. “I see, well maybe I’ll use my hands.” His big mitt of a hand cupped her waist and ran up her back. It hurt at first but as his grip glided over her body she was left with a sense of release. It was like a weight being lifted off her back.

“Oh, that feels so good,” she said. Suddenly she didn’t mind him seeing her naked. Both his hands were moving up and down her back. The tingling sensation flickered like a tiny flame between her legs.

Thank god, I’m in the shower. It’s not as weird if I’m “wet.”

“You’re muscles are very tight,” he said. “Especially, here.” His hands around her tiny waist and as he touched the muscle near her groin she squeaked.

“Ow, that hurt.”

“Yeah you definitely pulled this.” His hand twisted and groped the inside of her thigh.

She shot her hand down to stop him. “Whoa, too much.” 

“Does it hurt?”

“No it’s not that. You’re just - um - awfully close to my - um --”

“You’re vagina?” He clicked his tongue and chided like a school teacher. “Yasmine, I am a professional. Like I said: a body is a body.”

She pondered what to say to dissuade him. Yeah, but it’s my body and I’m not sure I want to cum in your hands. Well, not like this. She bit her tongue and let him work her groin.

“This muscle is very small but so important. It travels around your hip, your buttocks and your groin.” He kneaded his hands deep into her butt cheek. The pressure was strong but not overwhelming. “The only way to get rid of it is to rub it out.”

Ha, rub it out. Yasmine struggled to hold herself up against the wall as he rubbed her ass. The warm water running down her back, the winter air drifting through the crack in the window, and Aasir’s hand rubbing her but and her groin...she was going to die in ecstasy.

“I’ll just chase this muscle around your thigh,” he said moving his hand between her legs.

“Wait, no--”

It was too late. “Oh, wow,” Aasir said. Yasmine looked over her shoulder to see him rubbing her vaginal fluids between his fingers. “You are really - er - excited.”

She was certain her face was red. “I - uh --”

“Don’t worry,” he said. He moved his hands back to her waist and thigh. “It happens all the time. Totally normal.”

She wasn’t all sure about that. She bit her lip and said nothing as he continued to massage her inner thigh. His thumb occasionally grazed her pussy lips. At first it was soft, and unnoticeable like a breeze or touch of a feather. His hand moved up just a hair and now he was rubbing against her clitoris.

“Try and stay still,” he said.

“Sorry,” she said. Was she moving? She hadn’t been paying attention.

“You are very tight. I’m going to try something different.” Without warning he cupped her pussy. He rubbed her with such aggression it was like he was lifting her from the tub. “How does that feel?”

“Oh - fe -feels good.” She was dancing on her toes, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Her breasts rubbed against the wall. The steam from the shower and water dripping down her body were making her hot as hell. Her pussy was throbbing like a small earthquake.

A finger slipped inside her as his hand continued to rub the outside of her mound. Her legs trembled and her toes quivered. She was off the ground completely, held up by his hands. Her face pressed into the wall. 

“Cum for me,” he whispered in her ear.

Electric waves rippled over her as she climaxed in the air. She moaned and grinded on his hands. His finger was so thick. She wanted more.

“Oh god,” she said over and over. “Fuck me, please, fuck me.”

“I cannot do that,” he said. He finally let her down, turned off the shower, and handed her a towel. “That would be unprofessional. However, should you need 

someone to massage you or help you shower while you’re staying with your parents, I’d be happy to assist.”

He left the bathroom with a smile.

Yasmine dried herself off and caught her breath. She just might move back home.
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