It was a sunny day in Fingest, a small village situated in the heart of the English countryside. The tranquil atmosphere of the countryside was disturbed only by the occasional sounds of birdsong, the rustling of leaves in the breeze and the distant tinkling of bells from the local Massage Parlour.
Verna had been living in Fingest for several years now and had been visiting the massage parlour ever since she first arrived. She had heard about it from a friend who used to frequent the place, and out of curiosity she had decided to check it out. She had not been disappointed.
The massage parlour was fairly discretely located, as many such places are. It was situated in the upper part of the village, at the very edge of the village green. To get there, one had to go round the back of the village pub, through the old cemetery and across the field. The entrance was very discreet and only those familiar with the parlour would know it was there.
Verna had been visiting the massage parlour for several months now and had become one of its regulars. She was greeted warmly by the staff as she entered and was immediately led to a back room. It was clear to her that this massage parlour was different from any other she had attended before. It wasn’t just the welcoming atmosphere or the beautiful decorations. It was something else, something more profound.
Inside the room, the atmosphere was calming and intimate. The walls were decorated with tranquil scenes – meadows, waterfalls and a calming waterfall in the corner, the sound of which made her feel incredibly relaxed. Candles were lit around the room, and a pleasant aroma filled the air.
Verna was asked to disrobe, while the massage therapist waited. She undressed, feeling more relaxed with every garment. When she was finally nude, the massage therapist began to work his magic.
He started by massaging her feet, working his way up her legs with firm but gentle movements. As he worked his way up, Verna felt herself start to let go of her stress and worries, and her body slowly melting into the bed.
The massage therapist then proceeded to work on the rest of her body. He used various techniques, working his fingers, knuckles and elbows throughout her body. As he moved his hands over her tense muscles and tight tendons, he pressed firmly and slowly. At first it felt slightly uncomfortable, but soon Verna was feeling the pull of the massage and a warmth seeming to envelope her.
The massage therapist then moved up to her neck, shoulders and arms. This was a more delicate treatment, but still effective. Verna was at peace, feeling completely relaxed and content. The kneading of the muscles, the slow and careful movements, it all felt so soothing that she found herself drifting off into a blissful state of relaxation.
When the massage was finally over, Verna felt better than she had in years. The tension in her body had disappeared and she felt light, free and almost intoxicated from the pleasure and satisfaction of the massage. She thanked the massage therapist and made her way out of the parlour, feeling better than ever before.
From that day onwards, Verna has been a regular at the Fingest massage parlour. She believes that the massage helps her to relax, and to combat some of the everyday stresses of life. As for the massage parlour itself, it has become her haven, a place where she can go to relax and be pampered, and where everyone is welcoming and friendly.