Chapter 2: Building Tension
The lush carpeting in the master bedroom muffled the sound of footsteps as John entered the room. Emily lay still on the massage table, her long auburn hair splayed out like a fan on the pillow beneath her head. She wore a simple white robe, tied loosely around her waist. Tom had instructed her to wear it, nothing underneath, before putting on her blindfold and earbuds.
John stepped closer, the scent of sandalwood from the massage oil wafting gently in the air around him. Emily lay expecting Tom's hands to begin he massage, but instead John's began relieving the tensions of the week.
His fingers began kneading her shoulders, exerting firm pressure from time to time. She sighed in pleasure, completely relaxed. As the massage continued, Emily started to feel slightly sensual tendrils crawling up her body, but that was the whole point, right?
Tom looked on from the side of the room, loving every moment as he watched his wife come to life under John's skillful hands.