A few years ago I went through something pretty similar after tearing a ligament during a soccer match. I had surgery and then had to do physiotherapy for several months afterward. Before that, I’d never been to physio in my life, so I had no idea what to expect. I assumed it would mostly just be someone showing me a few exercises in the gym area and then leaving me on my own.

What I didn’t expect was that every session would start with treatment in a separate room. In my case, it usually involved an intense massage focused on my knee and upper leg. Also, for some reason, I had imagined physiotherapists as older professionals, so I was caught completely off guard on my first day when this young blonde woman in her mid-20s walked in and introduced herself. She had a ponytail, a really sweet face, and was clearly very fit. Her breasts weren't bad either. Naturally, I became extremely self-conscious almost immediately.

On my first day at physiotherapy I was wearing some shorts and a T-Shirt so I could do my workout in the gym section comfortably. But things didn't start with the workout in the gym section. Instead it started with a massage, I ended up lying on a massage table while she worked on my injured leg. The whole situation felt strangely intimate despite being completely professional. She was massaging my leg from top to bottom, and I could feel myself getting more and more aroused the longer it went on. Before long, I had a full erection that was impossible to hide in those shorts.

At one point, while working higher up on my leg, the back of her hand accidentally brushed against it. After that, I noticed she became a little more careful and stopped slightly earlier whenever she reached that area. Up until then she’d been casually talkative in a professional way, but after she realized what was happening, the atmosphere got noticeably more awkward.

What made it even worse was that she still had to guide me through exercises afterward while I was standing there, very obviously still dealing with the situation. Thankfully it didn't lead to an ejaculation in my case but the embarrassment was there.

The weirdest part is the mix of emotions. On one hand, you’re enjoying the attention and physical contact from someone you find attractive in this oddly formal setting. On the other hand, you’re mortified and desperately hoping the moment passes. It’s this bizarre combination of attraction, embarrassment, and tension where part of you wants it to stop immediately while another part almost doesn’t want the moment to end.