Not certain this fits the thread but here goes.
My wife Susie's best girlfriend works in sports medicine-injury rehabilitation, she, Amanda by name, had Susie obtain her massage therapist certification in hopes of coming to work with her. *hoping that made some sense*
In pursuing such certification there were many evenings and afternoons that Amanda came by to see Susie to help her 'study' for exams and assist with hands-on practice, Susie massaging Amanda, then Amanda massaging Susie critiquing her performance. On several of such visits I was home but gave the girls space (and privacy) to work together on Susie's assignments, as essentially all either wore in these sessions were a bikini bottom and a tank top which often was discarded if need be.
Susie had a double-thick mat for her studies of two stacked futon mattresses. such was laid down on our family room floor, she did have a dedicated massage table available but made use of the floor arrangement more often. There would be scented candles lit and soft jazz or new age music playing from a CD to set the over-all atmosphere of relaxation for their sessions together.
I would 'hover' out of sight but in clear hearing range in the adjacent kitchen area, settled back in the breakfast nook to let such soundtrack fuel my then thoughts-later fantasies. Oh to have been a fly on the wall to directly view the cause of occasional giggles, moans and sounds of 'surrender' both would make.
Oh, yes Susie did get her certification but remained at her job, Amanda took no offense-insult to that decision and the pair are as thick as thieves as ever.
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