Ginny sighed and relaxed into her chair. She'd had a form in her hand and was just finishing filling out. She then got up and gave it to her owl to deliver to the company she was seeking out. Yes, she needed this very much.
Harry stood up and stretched, cracking his knuckles as he extended his arms over his head. He packed a bag and left his boss's office, humming a muggle song: 'The Gilligan's Island Theme' as he walked to the apparition point downstairs. Oh yes, today was going to be an interesting day.
Ginny lay naked on the massage table that was spread out in her study. She inhaled and exhaled deeply and shut her eyes. She heard the door open and grumbled.
'Just get started already' she thought, 'It feels like the tension in me is eating my bone marrow right out from underneath me'.
She had always loved indulging in her favourite guilty pleasure - massages.
Harry looked at the pale body lying face down before him. Her face was turned away from him, but he knew it was Ginny Weasley, his best friend's little sister. He looked down at the order for a massage, the signature was on it, and if that wasn't enough, there was also the fact that Harry recognised the casual elegance of Ginny's body: tanned; toned; and muscular, from years of Quidditch and vanity.
Ginny smiled as she felt the masseuse set his bag down on the table. She heard several glass bottles clinking against each other; she didn't recognise the footsteps or presence of the masseuse. It was a damn good thing, too. She'd asked for a different one this time; her formal masseuse had taken too many liberties and talked too much, neglecting a first class massage. She heard the person open a bottle and seconds later, she heard hands rubbing together. She didn't much care who the person was, as long as they were professional and damned good at massages.
Harry raised his eyebrow as he warmed the massage oil on his hands. Since he'd gotten in a fight with a bludger, and lost, in his third year of Quidditch practice, his elbow hadn't quite been the same. His hands were okay though, and he decided to take up massages as a part-time career. He was known throughout the business for his warm, broad hands, and his delicate teasing muscles that made a person relax immediately. He smirked as he felt Ginny relax almost in sync with his hands touching her gorgeous back.
Ginny was immediately taken by whoever this new masseuse was. They had warm hands and the massage oil seemed to be a part of his skin. It was evenly distributed and rubbed into her skin gently, rather than in globs like some of the inexperienced oafs she'd had massages from before. She sighed happily and relaxed, letting the magical hands of the stranger strut their stuff.
Harry slowly ran her hands up and down Ginny's back, teasing the muscles as he rubbed them into lax states. He poured some more oil on his hands and warmed it quickly, massaging Ginny's shoulders firmly, but gently. Just as he pushed the heel of his hand into Ginny's shoulder blade, he heard the red head moan very softly. He did it again, grinning evilly as he heard Ginny groan again.
God, those hands were amazing! She'd had a sore back all week, and in no time, the hands found the spot of trouble and worked it out, almost effortlessly. She found herself moaning in pleasure as the broad hands continued to rub her muscles. Her eyes widened when the hands pressed down on her lower back, and he shifted rather uncomfortably.
Harry raised an eyebrow at Ginny's shift in position. He laughed silently, sensing Ginny becoming more aroused by the second, and rubbed the heels of both of his hands into Ginny's lower back. He pushed on the tailbone, felt it pop, and heard Ginny whimper. He spread his hands out and rubbed them over Ginny's sides, feeling the muscles tense, relax, tense, relax.
Ginny moaned again as she felt the magical hands working away all her problems. She'd had a rough week at work, losing her wand, found it again, and then lost it again, and she was totally and completely sexually frustrated. Yes, that's the only reason the strangers massage was turning her on. It had to be.
Harry rubbed the palms of his hands over Ginny's lower back again, seeing her back arch just barely. He was sure Ginny thought it was unnoticeable, but he had noticed. And he decided to exploit it.
Those hands were too good! It was unnatural for someone to be that amazing with simply their hands. They pulled away from her for a moment, and Ginny heard the stranger putting more oil into his hands. She shifted again, trying to will her now dripping wet pussy to stay hidden, but before she could control herself, the hands were back.
Harry rubbed his hands lower and lower, grazing just over the top of Ginny's big ass as he massaged her firmly. Ginny groaned again as Harry popped another bone in her back.
Lower, lower, Ginny willed the masseuse. She felt hands slipping onto her bum and she gasped, denying any evidence of her arousal. My legs, please, my thighs, my calves, ankles, please. God, where did you get those hands? She groaned again as she felt the towel covering her bum being moved up some.
Harrys smirk threatened to incinerate the room, it was so bright. So Ginny was a bit turned on, loved his hands, and wanted him to massage her thighs? This could be interesting... especially as he now had clear view of Ginny's gorgeous virgin teen pussy.
Ginny gasped sharply as she felt two hands slide up her left thigh, one on either side of it. She whimpered quietly as she bit into her hand, trying to deny the feelings flooding her body. It was just because she hadn't gotten any in a while, she had fingered her snatch one or twice but that was a long time ago and really just by accident. That was all. She wasn't feeling anything for this masseuse. She was scared to look, though, curious as she was. What if those majestic hands were attached to some hideous brute? She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to think disgusting thoughts.
Harry massaged up and down Ginny's left thigh slowly. He took his time, working out all the little kinks he felt in the slender, muscled leg. He walked around the table and started on Ginny's right thigh. He ran her hands all the way up Ginny's leg, brushing the lips of her pussy accidentally with his knuckles. The reaction was immediate.
Ginny gasped, her legs shaking slightly, as she felt a finger rubbing both her pussy lips and her asshole. She pushed back towards the feeling, still feeling ashamed, but who was going to say anything about this? It's not like the masseuse, whoever he was, would say anything, because he could lose his job by treating a client this way. She finally gave in to the touches and moaned quietly, 'yes!', as she felt the finger graze across her opening.
Harry heard the tiny moan and felt his cock throb, as if trying to say something back to Ginny. He'd been hard for quite some time and it was beginning to get painful. He eased a finger into Ginny's opening, smiling as the red head wriggled against his digit. He wrapped his free hand under the table, her back helping his hand under, and grasped her boobs and grinned when he felt a choked gasp escaping his client's lips.
Ginny pushed onto the finger, panting lightly as she played out a movie between herself and someone she never thought she'd see again. Oh Merlin, I'm so close, she groaned quietly, more to herself than the masseuse. She knew the masseuse had heard her though, because she felt the finger inside her go still for a moment before returning to its quest.
Harry was curling his finger, searching for Ginny's g-spot so as to blow her mind. Ginny hissed and arched off the table, pushing onto Harrys finger. Oh gods, yes, she growled as she thrust herself backwards and onto the finger. Yes, yes, she chanted as she tried to fuck herself. One of the stranger's hands was still wrapped around her boobs and now proceeded to pinch her tits and she inhaled sharply when he felt the gentle squeeze on them.
Harry bent over slightly to lick Ginny's arse. He kissed her from her tailbone down, sucking on all the pressure points that he knew to be back there. He was rewarded when he heard Ginny shout and felt her pulling back on his tongue.