"Could...um...could you go just a little higher please?"
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Ben closes his eyes and waits for the first contact… and there it is. Two warm hands now glide up Ben's back, ending up at his shoulders. "Mmmm." He can't help it, let the pleasure be known, though he finds his body tense a bit at the realisation of the sound he had made. 

"That's it Ben let it all out. Set your stresses free. This is a safe space." Tully hums as his hands now make their way across Ben's shoulders. Ben felt a wave of comforting bliss wash over him. He feels his whole body sink into the table at the magic unfolding. 

He then notices Tully's feet through the hole in the table. Somewhere along the way, he had lost his own slippers and Ben found himself gazing at Tully's bare feet and ankles. 

His feet looked tanned and only highlighted the ankle tattoo of some kind of floral vine disappearing up his left leg. The other ankle possessed a plain silver chain. "Do you prefer not to wear shoes?" Ben finds himself asking. 

"What makes you say that?" Tully asks as he begins to use the base of his palm on the muscle just below Ben's right shoulder bone. 

"Your feet have a sun tan with no shoe marks." He replies to which Tully chuckles. 

"Well observed." He says, adding. "I feel shoes are far too restricting, like a barrier to the world under my feet.  Tell me Ben. Have you ever walked on a beach with shoes on?" 

Ben furrows his brows in thought. "I guess not…only when the sand is too hot or cold. I don't want to hurt my feet." 

"How about a rainy day?" Tully continues. 

"Well that's just silly." Ben laughs. "Why would I go outside without shoes in the rain? I'd get wet feet. It's horrible getting wet socks." 

"So you must have done it." 

"Huh?"

"You must have walked out in the rain without shoes. How would you know what it felt like if you didn't." Tully replies. Ben is silent. That must be true. How would he know? "What I'm trying to say Ben is that we go through life never realising that we in fact do recollect the small details but we can't always pinpoint when exactly. For me, I want to remember every moment using every one of my senses." 

"Oh...right." Ben didn't know whether Tully was in fact a closet genius or whether Ben was a gullible fool for listening. It didn't matter either way because far more pressing things were unfolding, that being those hands getting closer to the top of Ben's towel. 

Ben bites on his lower lip as Tully's thumbs press in and glide along the very base of Ben's back. He wasn't going to deny that he likes it...very much, but knew that if the therapist was going to remain in that area, he was going to get seriously aroused. "Could...um...could you go just a little higher please?" Ben requests nervously. 

"What…this way?" Tully dips his fingers just under the towel, his fingers now in contact with the top of Ben's underpants.

"Yes...uh no...no, the other way." Ben stammers out, making Tully smile. 

"Not ready for the full body yet?" Tully says, his voice sounding unusually deep to Ben's ears all of a sudden. 

Ben screws his eyes closed as he feels himself getting turned on. Why was this happening now? "I...um...can we take a break a minute." he says, trying to sound unaffected by Tully's actions.

"Of course." Comes the reply as Ben feels the hands retracting. Now he had to fathom how to get off this table without Tully noticing his growing erection. 

"May I have a drink?" He requests, hoping that Tully will leave the room for a minute, so he can at least adjust himself. Tully nods, along with a smile as he heads out of the room.

Once out of sight, Ben sits up. He looks down on himself. The arousal was unavoidable. He delves his hand into his underpants to try and tame the beast, but nothing was working. "Go down, go down damn it!" He begins to smack himself in a desperate attempt to somehow stop this from happening and make it go down. 

But he doesn't hear the sound of the shoeless feet making a return. "Shall I come back in a moment?"

Ben looked up wide-eyed to see Tully, stood there with a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice in one hand.

"I should go, I'm sorry." Ben goes to get up, but Tully steps forward, quickly putting the glass down on the trolly. He then takes a hold of Ben's wrists. 

The action seems to calm Ben down, even in his state of embarrassment. "Don't be silly Ben. It's a natural reaction to something so sensory." 

Ben looks down on himself then back up at Tully's calming face "No it isn't. You're just trying to be nice." He says a little under his breath. 

Tully tightens the grip a little on Ben's hands.  "Then tell me Ben, why do you think you are so aroused?"...