Part One (this is a figment of imagination, mostly )
Misty was away in Prague on a hen weekend with a bunch of women, most of whom she barely knew. Somehow the day after they all arrived Misty got lost on an pre-niteclub reconnaisance excursion to a market.
Not knowing her way around she began to get worried that she’d never find the hotel that they were all staying in. She began to get very tired – partly from the booze she’d had the night before. “Those bloody women must have hollow legs” Misty thought to herself. Speaking of legs, Misty’s legs were beginning to tire because she’s stupidly worn her favourite red high heels instead of a pair that would allow her an easier trek over these cobbled streets.
What she really needed was to relax and be pampered which is what had been planned for the afternoon but those plans were cast to one side when the Mother-of-the Bride, a cow if ever there was one, insisted on checking out the markets.
Beginning to fret as she had lost all contact with the group, Misty decided to do an about turn...and promptly walked straight into a guy in what looked liked white scrubs. More to the point, Misty had walked into the broad -stretched to its limits- t-shirt clad body of a very fit solid guy.
As she wondered just how hard and to what parts the hardness might extend, she toppled over, unbalanced by the impact, straining her ankle.
“Oooowwww, that’s all I need” she groaned.
The guy spoke with heavily accented English “Oh Miss I ham soh surry, let me help you Pliss”
He reached out to steady his victim with his large strong hands and Misty was powerless to resist his embrace.
“Oh “ she exclaimed in surprise “ you DO have strong hands”
“Yiss Miss” he responded looking down at the source of Misty's discomfort and continued "I ham masseur, I think I ham what you need right now – yiss?”
Warning bells started going off in Misty’s head
“Ah no Big Man, I’m fine, no need to worry about me” and she started to walk away but as soon as she took a step her ankle gave way again. This time she fell forward and grazed her knee.
This was all her Knight in White Scrubs needed. Without any ado, he whisked Misty up into his arms and carried her sideways up a narrow staircase.
On the way up the stairs Misty noticed the guy was well able to navigate the narrow stairs indicating powerful legs to go with the rest of his frame.Mid 40's she reckonedd and slightly greying at the temples but handsome in a Mark Harmon kind of way. The staircase was lined with posters that looked like anatomical digrams dealing with back pain and muscular injuries she’d seen in the Hospital where she worked but she couldn’t read the words.
The man used his shoulder to push opne the door to the large room at the top of the stairs and gently laid Misty down on a massage bench that was covered by a sparkling clean white sheet.
As she had been wearing a dress Misty felt quite exposed as the guy lifted her leg to remove her favourite but injurious shoes – lucky she’d worn some nice lingerie (a girl can never be sure what might happen on a hen weekend now can she?)
At first reluctant Misty couldn’t help notice how gentle but assured this man’s touch was.
Looking up from stocking clad ankle he looked Misty straight in the eye and asked “I feel bad about these problem I cawze, let me help feex it for you”?
Misty was taken aback but knew from what she’d already seen and felt that this man was genune and knew how to handle a woman (“omG” Misty thought , “Handle a woman what am I thinking, I'm a respectable member of the medical profession?")
She nodded and he continued his gentle ministrations. After a minute or two with Misty beginning to relax a bit he said “I have cream that will help take pain away but I cannot put it on your stocking – pleeze to take them off?
[thanks for reading this far; your feedback is most welcome - please let me know if I should contuinue?] |
