For Christmas, Blake gave me a gift certificate to get a massage. I was excited but a bit hesitant because I had never had a professional massage. I was nervous about the setting: you know the whole thing about a complete stranger touching me while I was pretty much naked.
My sister, Laci and I went yesterday. We were both anxious because neither one of us knew what to expect. They called my name first so I bid my sister farewell and met my masseuse at the end of the hall. I told her it was my first time. She asked if there were any parts I wanted her to focus on. I told her no. She said she would give me a normal Swedish Massage.
She took me to her table and told me to undress to where I felt comfortable. She said she would be waiting for me outside the door and to let her know when I was ready. I took my clothes off quickly and left them in a neat pile in the corner. I jumped on the table and covered myself as fast as humanly possible. After I was situated, I realized I was stuck. She had told me to tell her when I was ready. I didn't feel comfortable getting off the table so should I yell out for her? I felt silly doing that because the only thing that separated me from the person nextstore was a thick white sheet. I didn't want to disturb the quiet atmosphere. I figured she would eventually check on me so I waited. Sure enough, a few minutes later I heard a whisper asking me if I was ready. I said I was and so my massage officially begun.
She started with my right leg. I was tense and not enjoying myself at all. I was worried that I hadn't done a good enough job shaving. Was she laughing at my stretch marks? I was not thinking good thoughts about Blake either at this point. How could he do this to me? Why did he think I would like this? Now I knew why he wouldn't come with me.
After about 5 minutes of this torture, something changed. I had a decision to make. Either I could be in complete misery for the next hour or I could stop worrying about what the lady was thinking of me and actually start concentrating on how good it felt. I was never going to see her again. Who cares if she thought my underwear was ugly? Once I decided to enjoy this experience, I was able to relax. I closed my eyes and took deep breaths. I focused on the quiet music in the background and forgot about my shaving job.
I walked out of that place a new woman. Every part of my body felt relaxed. I felt like I could sleep for hours. I was hooked. Needless to say, I am now a believer of professional massages.
Have you ever gotten a massage? Was it a good experience?