I am Hari, a massage therapist in Bangalore. I am a God to those who are physically exhausted.
I spend a large part of my life touching, rubbing, pressing, and stroking all kinds of people, all kinds of bodies with my hands. Women, old women, young women, why… even pregnant women have been my clients.
Everybody tells a story. Every touch has a secret. I have never violated my professional ethics. I have never even thought of violating them. Until she said…
The day started like a regular Thursday. The phone rang.
“Hello, I am Hari speaking.”
A sweet, slightly husky voice on the other end said, “Hello Hari, I am Shalini. My friend gave me your number. I want a full-body oil massage. Will you come and do it at home?”
“Yes, ma’am, I will come and do it at home. When is it convenient for you?” I asked.
“Can you come tomorrow at 2 pm? I am pregnant, seven months. So I have to be a little careful. Do you have experience?” she asked.
“Sure, ma’am. I have done massages for pregnant women many times. There will be no problem. I will come tomorrow at 2 pm.” I said.
“Okay, Hari. I will send the address,” she said and disconnected the call.
It was a routine job. But being a pregnant woman brings a slight excitement to my mind. I know many things about the changes that occur in the body of pregnant women, such as their emotional and hormonal imbalances. However, every woman has a different experience.
The next day at 1:45 pm, I was at her house. It was an apartment building. When I rang the doorbell, the door opened. When I saw the woman standing in front of me, I was stunned for a minute. She was not the usual pregnant woman I expected.
She was slightly short with a thin body. But her belly was protruding forward like a big ball. She had silky hair flowing over her shoulders with a seductive charm in her eyes. She also had a soft smile on her lips. In a yellow blouse, she was looking absolutely beautiful.
“Hello, Hari,” her voice flowed like honey. “I am Shalini.”
“Hello ma’am,” I said, suppressing the fluttering in my chest.
As we entered the house, I said, “You can have the massage in the drawing room. I’ll move this sofa and spread my rug.”
“Okay, Hari. Take whatever you need. I will come after taking a bath. I need to relax a bit,” she said and went inside.
By the time she came after taking a bath, I had my massaging oil, towels, and rug ready. I was kind of anticipating in my mind. I was thinking, “What would a pregnant woman’s body be like? What feelings would arise?”
She arrived in ten minutes. Now she was in a thin cotton nightie, her face still radiant. Her big belly moved slightly as she moved.
“Ready, Hari?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am. You can lie down on the mat,” I said.
She lay down. I first told her to lie down on her stomach. Since it is difficult for pregnant women to lie down on their stomachs, I placed large pillows on the mattress to support her stomach and asked her to lie down with her arms and legs straight. She lay down comfortably. I lifted her nightie up to her waist and exposed her back.
Her back was soft, but a little swollen. There was slight swelling all over her body due to pregnancy. I took oil, warmed it in my hands, and gently spread it on her back.
“Aaah…” A soft moan came from her. “It feels so good, Hari.”
My hands circled her back. Slowly, firmly, I stroked the muscles. I carefully worked on each part of her body – her shoulders, her waist, her neck.
Every moan she made sent a kind of electric current through my hands. As my fingers moved along her spine, her body shivered slightly.
“Your body is very tight, ma’am. Relax a little,” I said, summoning a kind of dignity in my voice.
“It’s impossible, Hari. This stomach and back pain… I can’t even sleep properly,” she said with a kind of relaxation in her voice.
I went down to her waist. Her buttocks were plump. Pregnancy had sculpted her body into a new shape. My fingers circled the surface of her buttocks.
“It will hurt here too, won’t it, ma’am?” I asked.
“Yes, Hari… it will hurt a lot. That’s why I asked you to come,” she said.
I squeezed her buttocks and relaxed her muscles. I felt the touch of my hands stirring a certain sensation inside her body. Her moans became louder. My fingers went down to her legs. I massaged each one of them – her thighs, her calves, her feet. Her feet were slightly swollen.
“Do you feel a little relaxed now, ma’am?” I asked.
“You look very relaxed, Hari. Your hands are very magical,” she said with a tremor in her voice.
I gently asked her to lie down. I took the pillows from under her stomach and placed them under her back, and made her lie on her side. Her stomach was still protruding forward.
“Now, let’s do the hands,” I said, lifting her nightie over her arms and starting to massage her from her shoulders to her fingertips. Her hands were soft and slightly cottony.
“My whole body feels heavy, Hari,” she said.
I squeezed her hands and spread my fingers. As my fingers moved closer to her armpits, her body shivered slightly. She closed her eyes and let out a long sigh.
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