The jock's powerful body tenses as the therapist's hands glide over his skin, her touch igniting sparks that dance along his spine. Her fingers trace the ridged muscles of his abdomen, dipping dangerously close to the waistband of his towel. The jock's breath hitches, his pulse racing as his cock hardens, straining against the fabric. The therapist, her own body responding, leans in, her breath hot on his ear, "You're not as relaxed as I thought you'd be."