0 comments/ 87806 views/ 3 favorites Massage Therapy By: EroticWriter WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age Eighteen, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! This is a work of fiction. Any likeness to real people or events is purely coincidental. © EroticWriter 1998] The summer of 1992, oh how it changed my life. I was 23 years old and working as a chef in a local upscale restaurant. This particular week in July was extremely hot and humid. The temperature rose to well over 130 degrees in the kitchen and we where downing iced-water like crazy on that Friday night. It was early on in the evening and the dinner rush was just beginning. It was going to be a long hot night. Nobody in their right mind would want to cook in weather like this. Friday's were always rough. The only thing that we looked forward to was the Lotto drawing. Every Friday night Susanne, the dining room manager, would get the numbers from the TV in the bar. After writing them down, she would post them on the bulletin board in the kitchen saying, "Read 'em and weep fellas". This night we were all looking for our pot of gold. The entire state had been going nuts over this jackpot, $87 million!!!!!!! It had been building for weeks. Let me get to the point. I was the sole winner of that pot. I had always told my coworkers, if I had won, I wouldn't even say good-bye. Well, I did say good-bye. Don't get me wrong, it was not that I didn't like the people I worked with, they were coworkers, not friends. Believe me when I tell you, the restaurant business is a dirty business. All of a sudden, I wanted nothing to do with it anymore. "Bobby, " I said, turning to the head chef, " I know that this leaves you hanging, but, I gotta go." And, I left. I had no idea what to do next. I was lucky in the fact that, I have a great family and I knew who my friends were. Anyone crawling out of the wood work would be dealt with. Over the next few months I made sure that my affairs were in order. I spoke with the investment specialist that my father had used for well over 20 years. I made sure that my family was taken care of and that I would not have to work another day in my life. My mother and father had done well over the years and were nearing retirement. They did not want a penny. My father did not want a new house, car, trips or anything else. I could not even pay off their mortgage, which had been settled a number of years earlier. I did however make sure that they did not want for anything. My older brother was also doing very well. He was working as an investment banker in New York City. Eventually he got married and moved back to New England. It was a great pleasure of mine to pay for his wedding, pay off their mortgage (which they did not want me to do, so I did it anyway), and set up a trust fund for my beautiful niece. Lastly, my younger sister. She is a special education teacher who had just graduated from college. She loved the part of New England where she had gone to school and was working. I purchased a nice two bedroom condo for her and set up a trust fund for her. It is a shame that our teachers are not compensated the way that they should be. My sister has a heart of gold and is truly gifted in her work and I love her to death. I have made sure that she will NEVER want for anything just because she is in a profession that does not pay her enough. As for me? I have followed my dreams. I purchased a house in a piece of property in my hometown, on the water. On it, I built my dream home. My fathers sense of want and need had been instilled in me to a certain extent. The only want I purchased right away was a boat. I needed to fulfill my passion for fishing. It was not a very big one either. Enough to get me out on Long Island sound for the day. Since then I have indulged my sense of adventure. I have jumped from airplanes, been on safari in Africa, fished for Giant Black Marlin off the coast of Australia and everything in between. I guess that is why I am writing. My adventures. Some of them scary, some fun and some extremely twisted and perverted. I decided to document my adventures in a journal. After finding so many erotic story sites, I decided to submit some of my own. I hope you enjoy my first story. If the response is good, I will post others. Enjoy!!!!! What started out as something to occupy my time had grown into a full time job. After traveling for quite sometime, settling into my new home and making sure my investment were doing okay I needed something to do. About four months ago I placed an ad in a local newspaper, advertising massage services for "sophisticated women". It was more of an entertainment publication that contained personals as well as adult services ads. In my add was a beeper number for prospective clients to call. I had decided that this would be an upscale operation and would screen my clients carefully. I could deal with a rich ugly woman but not a poor one. Two days after the ad appeared I received my first page. I had been beginning to believe that the ad was a waste of time. I looked at the pager and walked over to my computer. I had obtained some software that would tell me the location of the number. I was not going to venture into the poorer parts of the are. I plugged in the number and was pleased to find the number originated from an exclusive section of the state. In our phone conversation I told Linda that the cost was $500 per hour. She booked an appointment for that afternoon and gave me directions. My only requirement was that she be freshly showered when I arrived. "Shit, that was easy", I thought. I decided my services would consist of a massage of warm oil, both front and back if so chosen. The client would then be wiped down and massaged again with baby powder. Linda turned out to be an attractive woman in her early 40's. Her husband was an executive in New York City and was away most of the time. I made sure that the massage was very sensual and I took my time spending a little more that an hour and a half. From the section of town I was in, I knew that there must be other neglected "trophy wives" in the area. She certainly enjoyed the massage and said she knew of other who might enjoy my services. Well, word spread and I soon had a regular set of clients. Depending on the client, the services expanded into sex, role-playing and light BDSM. The more a client wanted the more expensive it was. The money wasn't important. I could probably buy their husbands. But, what the hell, I was having a ball. On one this particular afternoon, I received a page from a new client. She said I was referred to her by Cheryl, another client of mine. My relationship with Cheryl had progressed into a role playing situation in which she called me Daddy. Amber requested an appointment for later that afternoon. I told her I was booked and she offered to pay double. I told her I would reschedule my other appointments and be there in an hour. As always, I asked her to be freshly showered. Amber answered the door wearing a long black silk robe. She was stunning. No more than 32 years old, about 5'6", short auburn hair and small breasts. This was going to take longer than an hour. She invited me in and offered me a drink and I heard some soft new age music in the background. I declined and asked her where I could set up the massage table. She led me to a glass enclosed terrace that over looked her back yard and out into Long Island Sound. She seemed a little nervous and asked what she was required to wear for the massage. I told her this was for her pleasure and that she should wear whatever felt comfortable. I set up the table and Amber took off her robe to reveal a wonderful body. She was wearing a matching light blue bra and g-string panty set. Her stomach was flat, obvious of a workout regime and her cheeks were flushed a little red from embarrassment. I told her to relax and just lie down on the table. As she lay on her stomach I notice what a perfectly shaped bottom she had. She asked that I help removed her bra so it would not get in the way. Before I began, she offered to pay me. I told her not to worry, that could come later. I went on to describe the service and told her if she felt uncomfortable in the way I was touching her body to just let me know and I would stop. I began with the warm oil on her shoulders and neck. Gently rubbing the oil into her soft tanned skin. As I worked we made some ideal chit chat and she would occasionally let a soft moan escape from her lips. I worked down to the small of her back, noticing her tan lines, applying some pressure to relieve any tension. I skipped over her buttocks and began on the backs of her thighs. She looked back at me with what I thought was a look of disappointment and then smiled and put her head back down. I worked down to her calves and her feet. I noticed her breathing had quickened just a bit. Working back up her legs I parted them slightly, she did not resist, and massaged the inside of her thighs. I came within millimeters of her cotton covered vagina. Her breathing had picked up again. I asked her if she was enjoying the massage and if I was crossing any lines as I place my oiled hands on her buttocks. All she could do is release a pleasurable moan. I gently kneaded the oil into her cheeks and noticed a small yet visible stain on her panties. She was enjoying this. I then wiped her down with a linen clothe to remove the liberal amount of oil I had used. After spending about a half an hour on her backside, I asked her to roll over. Once she was on her back, she stated that she was a little embarrassed. When I asked her why, she pointed out the growing stain between her legs. I looked gently into her eyes and let her now it was a reaction I had seen before and there was no reason for her to be blushing. On her front side, I started with her feet and hands. Slowly I massaged the oil into the skin of her hands and feet. Then I moved to her well toned arms. Amber had her eyes closed and was smiling. Her breathing had tapered off and there was a pure look of relaxation on her face. I spent very little time when I moved back down to her shins. I had come to find out that there was very little pleasure derived from having your shins massaged, it was all bone. I quickly move to her thighs and her breathing once again picked up pace. I accidentally brushed against the cotton of her panties and heard her softly say how good it felt. . I moved slowly up to her abdomen and worked their defined muscles. Again the spot on Amber's panties began to increase in size. She seemed almost in a trance-like state, enjoying my touch and hearing the music in the background. I hated to disturb her but, I needed to ask her if she wanted her breasts massage as well. She said yes please, in a somewhat submissive voice. I liberally dripped the warm oil on them slowly, drop by drop. Her breasts firm yet not very big. Not quite a B-cup, I thought to myself. As my hands worked over her chest, her nipples harden. I gave them a playful but sensual pinch. Amber jerked a little bit in what might have been a mini orgasm. I looked up at her face, her eyes still closed and a broader smile across her lips. I rolled her nipples between my finger looking for another reaction. To my surprise Amber went almost rigid and let out a long breath. By the look of the bright blue patch on her panties now, I was sure it was an orgasm. I grabbed a fresh linen cloth from my bag and began to wipe her down. As I worked on her thighs, Amber adjusted her panties and the outline of her labia became apparent. Have I mentioned that I was hard as a rock by now but, I maintained my composure. When Amber opened her eyes, she looked at me and smiled. She asked if I had ever had a client orgasm during a massage. I chuckled and told her on occasion and it made me feel good to know that she was enjoying it. I began to apply baby powder on her legs, this time massaging very lightly. I continued the finger touch massage with the powder all over the front of Amber's body, again causing her nipples to stiffen. I again playfully teased her nipples and heard her groan. I traced my fingers from her toes all the way up to her neck and whispered to her to flip over. Amber began to question me about additional services. I told her some clients had requested an internal or external cleansing , shaving or my special service. I knew that would extract another question, which it did. Amber's face blushed when I told her the special service included the same massage she was getting now, followed by a cleansing (shower, douche and enema) , shaving of the legs, armpits and pubic area, then a second massage which included both a vaginal and anal massage. With the mention of the last massage the spot between her legs became larger. She turned and looked me straight in the eyes and asked if we could continue into the special service. She went on to tell me that her husband was older and did not pay much attention to her. She did love him and kept herself as attractive as she could, working out everyday etc. But, it was to no avail. Knowing that I had another appointment I had to turn her do. She again offered to double the price. I reminded her of the cost, knowing by the location and size of the house she could afford it. I agreed and asked her if I could use her phone. I called to cancel my next appointment and returned to Amber still on the massage table. Amber told me that she would forego the cleansing, since she douched and gave herself an enema each morning. It was part of her daily regime. The I suggested the shaving , she stated that that would not be a problem either however she would like the entire treatment at another time. I began to think to myself, this woman keeps herself in excellent condition, she is a very sexual being and her husband doesn't touch her? I decided that I would give her the attention she deserved and craved. Now, laying on her stomach, I place my fingers under the waistband of her panties and slowly, almost teasingly, began to slide her panties down. She raised her hips to make it easier for me and I got my first glimpse of her vagina. Her labia glistened with moisture and her hips were moving up and down slightly in anticipation. The tan line from her thong was very pronounced against the rest of her bronzed skin. I found her tan lines extremely sexy and was beginning to have trouble hiding my erection. Again, I told Amber, if she became uncomfortable just let me know and I will stop. She smiled and told me she was not going to stop the impending massage. I dripped a liberal amount of oil on each cheek, then down the crevice in between. I took my time rubbing the oil into her buttocks. I did not want to rush, I wanted to be sure Amber enjoyed this. I spread her cheeks slightly and revealed her puckered anus. The skin to the opening was slightly darker and glistened from the oil. Amber let out a pleasurable gasp as my fingers made their first contact with a very intimate area. I lightly circled her rim with two fingers, applying just enough pressure to make her tingle. She seemed very tense so I knew I needed to be gentle. While my right and was making circles, my left hand worked the small of her back and her cheeks. Breathing very heavily now, Amber turned her head to me. With an expression of pure ecstasy on her face she asked me to insert a finger into her anus. I let my fingers linger on her puckered rim and asked her if she enjoyed being pleasured anally. Amber replied that nobody had ever touched her there. I knew that being gentle was of the essence. I increased the pressure on her anus and she instinctively resisted. Bringing my hands away, I lowered my head to her ear and whispered for her to relax. I kissed the nape of neck and let my hand descend to her crevice. Softly massaging, I let my tongue trace all the way down her back. Amber's moans came louder and more often. I heard her voice say something about sweet torture. I was extremely aroused at her reactions. My erection was throbbing but, after a moment, I composed myself. My tongue was now at the very top of her cheeks. I separated them to expose her little hole and let my tongue make a quick pass across it. Amber gasped and went rigid for a moment, then relaxed. My tongue danced around her most private passage and I let my right hand wander to her outer labia. Amber raised her hips slightly and I cupped her pubis. For the first time I realized her vagina was completely bare. My, she was so wet. I delicately penetrated her anus with my tongue and massaged her outer lips with my fingers. Slowly I spread her lips, being as subtle as I could. I did not want the sensation in her vagina to overwhelm the feeling in her anus. My fingers explored her inner folds without entering her cervical canal. I quickened the pace of my tongue as my finger found its way to her clitoris. It felt erect and very hard. My tongue continued to venture deeper inside her anus. I knew that I would have to make sure she was completely relaxed before I inserted a finger. Being an anal virgin, I did not want Amber to feel the slightest bit of discomfort. This went on for about ten more minutes, teasing her tight little anus with my tongue and gently rolling her clitoris between my thumb and forefinger. Amber's vaginal secretions covered my right hand. I thought I had counted two orgasms since I began caressing her with my tongue, not earth shattering orgasms but enough to keep her satisfied. I lifted my head from between Amber's cheeks and sensually kissed my way up her back, sometime lingering for several seconds. I placed gentle pecks on her neck and moved to her ear. With a gentle lick, I whispered for her to roll over. Amber looked up at me and smiled. Her hand instinctively moved to her bare pubis and rubbed lightly. I leaned down and kissed her on the lips. She opened her mouth and soon our tongues were dancing passionately. As our lips were locked together, I felt Amber's hand caressing my erection. I wasn't going to be able to take too much of that. I broke our kiss and let her know that this was not about my pleasure. She smiled and rubbed a little harder. Amber said that I had made that very apparent and knowing that only turned her on more. Saying she needed to see it, she unzipped my khakis and undid the button on the top. I stepped back and took off my shirt and let my slacks drop to the floor. My boxer shorts hit the floor soon after, freeing my erect penis. I stepped forward and caressed Amber's breasts, paying particular attention to her erect nipples. With her right hand, Amber masturbated herself. I reached for the oil and dripped some on her breasts, belly, and pubic mound. I went to work on her breasts and she on her vagina. Now with her hands oiled up, Amber engulfed my member with her hand and slowly started moving back and forth. Her strokes were both sensual and rhythmic, just enough to keep me on the edge. I leaned forward and kissed her amorously. Our tongues again intertwined in an erotic dance. Slowly I kissed and licked down her neck, her fingers running through my hair. I took one of her nipples in my mouth and teased the other with my fingers. I suckled her breast gently and to my surprise was rewarded with a few drops of warm sweet milk. I looked up at Amber a she smiled devilishly, telling me she lactated since she was in her late teens. This was a special girl. I spent more than fifteen minutes teasing her breasts and tasting their nectar. Her nipples were very sensitive and she moaned continuously in delight, mini orgasms shuddering through her body. I had Amber on the verge of a major orgasm now for almost two hours. It has time I paid attention to her vagina, which was plentiful with juices. When my tongue made initial contact with her protruding clitoris, Amber gasped. I picked my head up for a moment to take in the beauty of her bare womanhood. Her lips slightly parted and effulgent, her clitoris prominent. I idly began to lick the outer labia and massage her anus with my finger. Her hips responded with a rhythmic motion, moving upward to meet my tongue. Her secretions flowed and moistened my fingers, allowing me to penetrate her rectum for the first time. Feeling my inserted finger, Amber mumbled something that resembled "thank you". I made little circles with my tongue on her now engorged clitoris occasionally slipping it deep inside her vaginal opening. Both the pace of my tongue and my finger pick up the pace and Amber became more vocal. She cried out with pleasure, saying how good it felt having a man between her! legs. After roughly twenty minutes, I thought Amber was going to hyperventilate her breathing had become so rapid. Without warning, her legs shot straight up in the air, her hips bucking and she screamed in an explosive orgasm. I slowed the pace of my tongue and withdrew my finger from her anus. At a leisurely pace, I lapped all the secretions from her lips, thighs and anus, allowing her to come down from her orgasm. Amber lay there for several minutes basking in the afterglow, shuddering a few times from what she described as aftershocks as I lightly caressed her inner thighs. Massage Therapy I had wanted her so badly the whole week, my sexual desire roaring past my senses and threatening to overtake my actions. I did not let it -- I had learned control over the past few years, and knew that my friendship with her was so much more precious in my heart that I did not want to ruin it with my basic urges. . . I had traveled the country, literally, to see her. We had been friends for almost a year over the internet, writing each other with regularity and making long phone calls to each other deep into the night. Our worlds were dynamically different, yet we had a strong bond, an understanding that comes to few friends. She made me laugh; I made her happy. We bitched to each other about our lack of love lives (she had been engaged and then dumped - single for a year now; I had been single for over eight months), we shared great stories and poetry, we dominated the net with our sarcasm and wit. Over the summer I had expressed my desire to come visit her and she enthusiastically agreed, but a new demanding job left me with little vacation time in which to follow through with the idea. A few months passed, and I returned to college while she graduated from her Texas university (I was in Pennsylvania). I kept searching for options to come down to visit her, and during my fall break, I got such an opportunity. I managed to get a free plane ticket from my family, and I left for four days down to the sunny state of Texas. Thoughts, fantasies filled my mind during the trip down. She was as close to a romantic interest as I had, but deep down we both knew that it would never work. Nevertheless, I still had visions of a torrid love affair (hopefully not ruining our friendship) to ease both of our loneliness and sexual cravings. Of course, a few hours on the plane, and I resigned myself to reality. I was sincerely looking forward to spending a few days with a great friend, and I needed to shove my Don Juan personality into the back closet. All this changed the second I got off the plane and saw her. It wasn't that she was the most beautiful or sexy creature I had ever seen, it wasn't pheromones or perfume, it wasn't anything really obvious. But at that moment, I became instantly attracted to her, and after our first hug, I craved every touch from her. She had lovely long brown hair, silky to the touch, the flowed down to her waist. Her eyes were a milky blue, and lit up when she gave me that terrific smile with a cute dimple on her cheek. She wasn't anything extraordinary in the looks department -- average breasts, nice legs, a firm butt -- but she managed to carry it off with a real flair. I wanted her. We got along fabulously over the next few days. We were both pleased that each other was exactly like the impressions given by e-mail and phone, and no huge surprises were there to greet us. I began to flirt with her in a bold yet non-threatening way. I would say out loud that she was sexy, or I wanted her, or would even dart in for a quick kiss on an innocent part of her body from time to time (her arms and legs worked just fine for me). I remained alert for any response -- if she would appear uncomfortable, I would call it quits. But we reached an unspoken agreement: she would let me hit on her as much as I liked, and although she thought it flattering, she wouldn't respond. I got bolder as the days went on, giving her non-necessary hugs and frequent neck massages (my one main seduction skill). One night, after we watched a movie, I went over to the lounge chair where she was sitting and began kissing her thigh. My main weakness: the leg, and I just absolutely loved the sensation of kissing and feeling it lightly with my lips and fingers. The second time I did this I used my tongue to trace paths, and after each time she thanked me with an amused and pleased look on her face. Every night as I returned to my motel room, I masturbated furiously thinking of her, wanting her, needing her. One night I went all out and used shampoo as a lubricant (instead of my normal "easy to clean up" toilet paper) and made a huge mess on the bed as I came -- but it was worth it. The last day in my wonderful trip rolled around, and I was dreading returning back to home frustrated and dreaming of what might have happened. As we returned from a ride in her car, I wondered outloud how far she would let me hit on her. Her response? "I don't know." I had to test that. I decided to be bolder than ever, and when we got back to her home I made my first move. She went to her computer to write some e-mail and I followed her. After a few minutes of idle chitchat, I got up and stood behind her chair, and proceeded to give her a neck rub. I let my stroking hands caress and massage her neck and shoulder, up and down her arms, rubbing the tension out of her muscles. She had a loose t-shirt that hung down a bit in the front, and as I started to massage her collarbone and sternum, I used this to my advantage. My right hand slid under her shirt to rub her bare skin, lightly drawing circles with my fingertips and thumb. I worked my way downward, slowly, giving her time to call me off, but it didn't happen. My fingers felt, then explored, the smooth rise of her breast as they slid halfway down inside of her shirt. As always, I was totally amazed with how soft and silky a female's breast was. I bit my lip at this casual exploring of her tit, and then dowe in. My hand slid roughly underneath her bra to cup her whole breast. She closed her eyes and moaned as I explored her tender mound, enjoying the primal feel of just being able to grab something that wonderful, marveling in the feel of her hard nipple in the middle of my palm. I moved my fingers around and squeezed her bud lightly, twisting it to make it harder. After a minute of this -- me massaging her breast while she sat there mewing with her eyes closed -- her hand came up to stop me. I withdrew and gave her a light kiss on the forehead, along with a suggestive smile that this wouldn't be the last of my advances. That night, my last in her city, I invited her up to my motel room for a long, involved body massage (I told you massage is my main seduction technique!). She agreed, grabbed some lotion from home, and followed me up. I instructed her to make herself comfortable on one of the hard twin beds. She didn't want to take her shirt off, but ascented to removing her bra to make the massage easier. I went into the bathroom and changed into nylon pants and a loose sweatshirt (to cover the awkward bulge that threatened to penetrate my pants). I came out and sat beside her. She was lying with her head on a pillow, face down, arms spread out. I love the submissive pose of a woman receiving a massage and always took that trust to the fullest. I started with her shoulders, hands on top of her shirt. I slowly rubbed from her neck to her waist, getting her used to my touch and I used to her contours. I dabbed a bit of lotion on my hands and warmed it up, then slid them up under the back of her shirt. I kneaded her shoulder and side muscles, occassionally asking her how it felt and what she wanted me to do. The feel of her cool skin under my warm hands was marvelous, and I continued the slow massage for some time. Every once in a while I would let my fingers slip down her side to caress the swell of her breast, lightly teasing it with my touch. After a while of this I moved down to her legs, and began a more intensive rubdown to loosen up the muscles. Her legs were creamy, both in color and texture, and I couldn't resist a slow kiss to the back of her thigh or calf every few minutes. Once I had covered that territory well, my hands slid up on top of her jean shorts to massage her butt. She had a nice ass, almost as perfectly rounded as her breasts, and I relished squeezing them. Then I took her silence for ascent, and ran one hand up the back of her shorts. I spread the lotion all over her ass cheeks, my fingers both exploring and massaging. She didn't feel as if she had underwear on, but it was hard to tell. I let my hands wander over to my favorite part of that area, where the cheeks meet the legs, and slid my hand down between her legs and ass. I could feel the intense heat between her legs as I moved my hand down and up, and my fingers even felt the beginnings of her pubic hair. Sadly, to avoid overexposure, I had to withdraw, and then started working on her feet. From previous experience, I knew that she absolutely loved my foot rubs, so I determined to make this last one as great as I could make it. I asked her to flip over so I could rub her feet easier, and she complied. I tried to make her comfortable by making small talk while working my way up the front of her legs. . . God! I wanted to kiss them so bad, but I let my hands enjoy the experience. Her eyes were closed at this point, concentrating on my menstrations. I got to the top of her thigh, where her cut-off shorts began, and kept going. I was pleasently surprised to feel a large amount of heat radiating from between her legs, but I kept my hands strictly on top of her legs. My fingers inched up, brushing against the first hint of pubic hair, and then diving in further. I wondered again if she was wearing panties or not -- I was pretty high up and hadn't met any resistance yet. I teased her by lightly pulling on her hair, something I read in some book that was supposed to feel pretty good. My eyes were half-closed at this point, vividly imagining what my hands were doing. I moved my hands toward the center of that intense heat, feeling the fringe of panties (solving that question). Her legs spread slightly, and when I looked up, her lips were parted in a silent moan. However, her hands came down to stop me, not quite ready. I withdrew my hands and moved them to her flat stomach. Instead of massaging, I lightly rubbed my lubricated hands in soft, circular motions. After a few minutes I had worked my way back up to those marvelous breasts of hers, and my left hand had already encompassed one. The feeling of warm silk, yielding to my touch, send shivers down my skin to my cock, where it jumped a bit. I curled up beside her, my head in the crook of her shoulder, and tenderly caressed her breasts for the next fifteen minutes or so. We just lay there, my hand slowly moving in circles over her mound and rough nipple. I smelled the freshness of her hair, listened to her breathe, and my heart jumped as her breath went a bit faster when I touched those sensative spots. I let my hand make love to her. I closed my eyes to match hers, and saw with the tips of my fingers. Her skin jerked in certain spots as I drew my hands down to her belly, feeling the warmth of her stomach. I imagined my finger as a pendulum, swinging back and forth. As I traversed the length of her belly, I brushed lower by bare millimeters by every pass. Once past her navel she sighed with pleasure, an encouragement I accepted with happiness. Her stomach lowered as my hand crossed the border of her shorts, entering the thick forest of her pubic hair. This time I went straight to the source, praying that she wouldn't stop me... that she was as turned on as I was. And when I felt the engorged bud of her clitoris, slick with her juices, relief and overpowering sexuality rushed over me. If before I wanted her, now I needed her. Two of my fingers continued down, sliding between her pussy lips, while my thumb pressed against her clit. I opened my eyes and enjoyed the look I received. Her eyes, while closed, were squeezed tighter now; her mouth parted as a low moan escaped between them; her cheeks were flushed, beautiful. Her hands traveled down to unbutton her jeans, then rising her hips to slide them down. I rose up on one elbow to view for the first time what my hand caressed. Her legs joined in one smooth curve, broken by the rose of her vagina. Her pussy lips, spread between my fingers, were thick and red. She was dripping in juice, her wetness already dripping onto the sheets. Her clit rose out of the fawny brown bush... I couldn't resist. I lowered my mouth onto her pussy and began licking and sucking, my tongue darting out to taste her. She raised herself to me and spoke for the first time, her voice husky... "Dammit, fuck me with your tongue! Eat me! Yes!" I was a bit shocked to hear this, yet it turned me on all the more, and I dove my tongue into her hole. I felt the slick, strong walls grasp my probing muscle, then let go, only to do it again. I withdrew my mouth for a minute, her wetness clinging to my lips and goatee. My fingers plunged into her instead, thrusting in and out with force, but slowly. "Enjoying this?" I growled. "I want to fuck you so bad... I've wanted to fuck you since I've seen you." Her response was to cry out and I dove back in, my mouth kissing and sucking at her clit while my two fingers slid in and out, making a wet sucking noise at they did so. I reached my other hand back up to her chest, this time roughly grabbing her tit and squeezing it as I ate her out. "Is this good?" I muttered over her pussy. "Fuck yes! Put your tongue back in my fucking pussy! That feel so great!" I did as she said, my face pressed tightly against her mound as my tongue penetrated her vagina. Her thighs closed in around my head and held me there, as I swirled and dashed my tongue all over her hole. She came unexpectedly, swearing and thrashing wildly. I kept my mouth moving during her orgasm, enjoying her body as it bucked underneath my lips. Her orgasm lasted over a minute, rising and falling as I kept on going. Finally, she pushed me away and gave a loud sigh. Then she sat up. "Your turn," she said, and before I knew it she had pinned me to the bed on my back. She tore my clothes off my body as a ravenous animal, kissing, licking and biting from my neck down to my nipples (a secret of mine - I love to have them sucked). She pressed her wet thighs to my large bulge, aching to be released from my pants. Moving against me like a cat, she wound her way down to my belly, then started inching my pants off of me. Each little bit she would stop to torture me, licking my belly, and then the sensative pubic mound, and then the tip of my penis. She kept up the profanity, telling me how she was going to fuck me sore, how I was a cruel bastard and she would make me pay... In one fell swoop, she pulled my pants to the knee. My penis flew out, ramrod straight, jerking to the cool air flowing against it. It was not cool long. She took my member in one hand and licked the precum away with her mouth, tasting me, preparing me. She swallowed my cock halfway into her mouth, her tongue and lips moving over every square inch constantly. I groaned -- louder than I'd have liked -- and pressed up into her mouth. She didn't refuse, and took me deeper. In and out she began to pull and push me, delighting me beyond any fantasy I've ever had. Her tongue ran down the base of my penis as she sucked it back in, flicking back and forth. I cried out and moved back and forth between her, somewhat akin to a flopping fish as it struggles to escape. I wanted to escape this pleasure that bordered on pain, but I needed her more than anything. She took me out of her mouth, soaking with her saliva and my precum. Then she straddled me, her breasts pointing toward me, her face in one of sexual lust, and then impaled herself on my cock. She drove herself onto my full 6" on the first time, our pelvic mounds grinding together as I delighted in the sensation of being in her, feeling her as she felt me. My hands caressed nonstop all over her body -- her legs (the curves), her back (arched in ecstasy), her arms (holding me), her breasts (hot and hard), her mouth (dripping from my seed). She rode me up and down as I fondled her, her hands grabbing my chest. Her pussy walls held on to my aching cock as I was squeezed out and thrust back in. She rode me, crying, "fuck me fuck me fuck me" as we kissed, and I felt my come building up, holding it back as much as I could, so I started thrusting up into her, pushing with my butt muscles as hard as I could, meeting her downward stroke with my upward one, our sexes mixing and giving each other pleasure, my penis was on fire, she started to come, crying for me, needing me, and I burned inside of her, my come pulsing out of my cock with every stroke, so fast now, so loud, we were beating each other and holding each other as we spasmed, bucking, jerking, yelling, coming... together. Our bodies lay intertwined for an hour afterwards... she fell asleep in my arms and I reveled in the experience of listening to her soft breath fall on my chest. It was hard to tell where one of our bodies stopped and the other started. We were one. Massage Therapy He glanced down at the paper in his hand to confirm that the was at the right room, let out a sigh, and stretched his neck from one side to the other, rotated his head, sighed again, and gathered himself to knock. When he'd gotten the training to be a masseuse school it had been to help get through law school, not with the intent that it be his sole income at 38, but losing his temper with another in a parade of lying, dirtbag, guilty clients had cost him a bar suspension. For maybe the thousandth time he regretted hitting the man, but for the thousandth and one, he again smiled at how good it had felt, and stopped stalling. He cleared his throat, wishing he didn't still have a residual rasp from the winter weather. He knocked, expecting another in a long line of heavyset, middle-age women who benefit far more from some regular exercise than from one massage in the middle of their vacation while her husband was sitting in a conference room hearing about sales techniques or getting Continuing Legal Education. When the door was opened by a man younger than him in an expensive suit, he was confused and a bit shocked, but he kept his face locked into the calm, pleasant expression he tried to maintain for clients. The man looked hurried and irritated, and when he spoke, Ryan instantly disliked him. "It's about time," he said, but made no move to allow Ryan entrance to the suite. "I'm sorry if I'm late, Sir, I came as soon as I got the call. If I could come in and meet the...client?" "Client?" The man asked sarcastically, and then rolled his eyes. "Look, just give her a massage and put her in a better mood before I come back tonight, huh?" He asked and pulled a money clip from his pocket. He peeled a hundred dollar bill from the clip and held it up to Ryan. Ryan took a deep breath through his nose, forced down his temper as he looked down at the man, and pushed a smile onto his face. He took the bill without comment, stuck it into his shirt pocket and turned to edge past the man into the room. "Who's that?" a woman's voice sounded from within, and something about it bothered him. "A massage," the man answered, Ryan turned back toward the man when he realized the woman didn't know he was coming, but he was already gone and the door swinging shut behind him. He walked slowly down the hall into the suite and spoke to the back of a tall woman with chestnut hair. She was on a cell phone with her back to him staring out the window. "I uh...I'm here to give you a massage," he said, clearing his throat again, and realized he was staring. She was built like an athlete, but a decidedly feminine one. She had wide shoulders and narrow waist, but with rounded hips. She was a trim hourglass. She was wearing pajama pants and a camisole, but he could picture her dressed in a Speedo bikini swimming laps or playing beach volleyball. "A massage? He got me a male masseuse. I don't even want a massage. Unbelievable," she said into the phone without turning. "Look, I'm sorry, but it's already been paid for and I made the trip, so it's up to you, but it sure seems to me that you could stand to get rid of some tension," he said with a wry grin, thinking that he was in a no lose situation. If she cancelled him, he had a $100 in cash plus the percentage that the agency would give him for the cancellation, and if she didn't he got to give a massage to an attractive woman for a change the $100 and the full fee from the agency. She made a huffing noise and gave a small wave over her shoulder. "It's fine," she said. Given the go ahead, he quietly and efficiently set up his massage table, unfolded a silk sheet and a large, thick, cotton towel and then turned back to find her still on the phone. "I'm going to use your restroom to wash my hands if it's ok with you, and if you'll give a holler when you're undressed, and on the table, I'll come out and we can get started." She gave another move along gesture with her hand, as she turned away from the window to walk toward the bed. When he saw her in profile, his mind went blank, and he froze for a moment, realizing why her voice had bothered him, before turning in a rush toward the bathroom. When he had washed his hands, he stood staring at himself in the mirror as his mind raced. He knew this woman. Knew her at an almost molecular level. She was an attorney too and they'd met at a training a few years before. They'd somehow connected in a way that neither of them were prepared and that neither of them had known how to handle so they'd tried to pretend none of it was real until they'd stopped talking because the lie was too hard to bear. Seeing her brought all of those intense emotions hammering back at him. He rinsed cold water across his face, and decided there was nothing to be done but lose the money and get the hell out of there. He stared another moment into the mirror, and then quietly snarled, "Coward." "I'm ready," she called out, just as he was about to tell her who he was. When he opened the door, she was lying facedown on the table, the large, thick towel covering her from just below her shoulder blades to mid-thigh. She was leanly toned wherever her flesh was bare, her calves and thighs, shoulders and arms, upper-back muscled under pale skin. He drank in the sight of her and knew there was no way he could just walk out of the room, but he didn't know how to speak or what to say. And then he did know what to say. "Fuck it." He dimmed the lights in the room; pushed play on the portable iPod speakers, lit two candles on the dresser, and drew the drapes of the room. The sound of guitar and strings filled the room and he pulled another silk cloth from his bag and carefully draped it over her head so she that even if she lifted her head she wouldn't be able to see. She didn't lift from the donut shaped leather pad, but he heard her voice drift up, "What's that for?" "Sensory deprivation, helps you relax, he semi-whispered, and was thankful for the rasp in his voice. Moving beside her, he folded the towel back to her waist, poured some oil in his hands and rubbed them together to warm it. He began rubbing her back, dig his thumbs and fingers into her muscles, finding knots and beginning to loosen them. Slowly, he could feel her beginning to relax and he let her body language guide how much of his strength to use as he rubbed. "Mmmm," she sighed, "Maybe I was tenser than I thought." He continued, giving no reply, as he eased down toward her waist and then began to rotate his thumbs into the cluster of muscles and nerves just below her waist. The towel barely revealed the top of her ass and he found himself staring at the dimples in her lower back and at the glow of her oiled skin in the candlelight. She shifted slightly and gave another sigh and he caught his breath, thinking for the first time that maybe it hadn't been such a bad idea to get his law license suspended. He unfolded the towel so that it covered her back, refolded it so that it uncovered her thighs to just the bottom of her ass, poured some more oil into his hands and began to knead her calves. He slowly focused, working his way up her legs. and as he reached the tops of her thighs, his thumbs grazed the bottoms of her ass. She stirred at the touch, moving her legs farther apart and causing the towel to ride up so that he could see her groin in the flickering shadow of the candlelight. He looked up to see if her head was still covered, to see if the reveal had been deliberate, but her head was still down. He looked at her again, and involuntarily sucked in a sharp breath as he realized that she was still completely waxed. He gave himself a mental shake and a firm, "NO." He shut his eyes for a moment, gave another mental shake, and then another silent, "Fuck it." He let his hand move up under the towel almost casually and began to rub her ass, working deep into the muscle, and waited for a reaction as his fingers trailed precariously near the crack of her ass and her pussy. Watching her body react under his hands, the skin flushing, her breathing changing, two thoughts occurred to him. One was that her body seemed to remember him, remember his hands even if she didn't realize it was him that was touching her, and that brought a smile to his face. The second made him suppress a laugh. If she did find out that it was him giving her this massage and she was angry and she or her boyfriend made a disgruntled report he'd lose him the massage job that he got because he'd lost his attorney job. Clearly he had impulse issues. "What's funny?" she asked, her voice warm and languid. He glanced to see that her head was still covered, that she still didn't know who he was, and answered in another semi-whisper, "Oh, nothing, sorry. I was just thinking." "Don't think so much," she answered, and it made his heart warm. It was exactly the sort of thing she used to tell him when they were each other's closest confidants, and he was suddenly far more aware of his hands being on a beautiful woman's ass in a hotel room, and "Jesus," came out of his mouth in an involuntary whisper. He pulled his hands from under the towel and she made a little protesting sound and pushed her ass back toward him and he saw for certain that she was the recent recipient of a Brazilian wax. Trying to distract himself, he moved to stand at the head of the table and began rubbing her shoulders, pushing his thumbs in her traps and the base of her neck. He looked down the length of her, down at himself and the erection that was inches from her covered head and realized he was in a great deal of trouble. Clearly he had impulse issues. He finished with her shoulders and moved so that he stood at the opposite end of the table. "Turn over," he said quietly and watched as she reached to hold the towel and maneuver underneath it. Part of him hoped the silk scarf would fall and that she'd look up to see him, recognize him, but part of him hoped that she still wouldn't know who he was and the two of them could continue to enjoy his hands on her body with anonymity, without the depth of issues that would attach to recognition. He held his breath as it slipped down onto her neck but her eyelids remained closed and she reached to readjust it, folding it carefully across her eyes exactly as he would have arranged it himself. When she was done, he began to rub her feet exactly as he had so many times before, and just as before, she gave a moan, and a, "Jesus that feels good." When he finished one, and then the other, he placed them carefully at the outer edge of the table so that her legs were spread farther apart, and then began to caress her shins, his touch lighter here. Slowly her feet and knees dropped to the side so her legs fell even farther apart as she relaxed more deeply. When he moved to her thighs, normally he would have exerted more pressure, deeper pressure, but he kept his touch light, squeezing her leg with a brush against her skin rather than a more indifferent touch. He didn't pause or give himself time to gauge her reaction before he continued north, putting his thumbs into her hip muscles and his fingertips along the sides of her ass, the towel riding up so that he could see that she was wet from his touch. "You're very...thorough," she said, and he, knowing her, could hear the desire in her voice. He continued what he was doing, but raised his head to watch her face, to see her lips move. Her breathing was changing and he knew she wasn't just relaxed, but that she was moving into a tensioning from desire. On impulse he moved to her head and whispered to her, "Let me get your neck." She picked up her head so that he could reach beneath it and with a quick movement tied the scarf off so it was more completely and accurately a blindfold. She opened her mouth to say something, but he was already working on her neck and she let the moment pass, resting the back of her skull on his forearms as he manipulated the muscles in the back of her neck. After a moment, he gently lowered her head and then began on the muscles of her upper chest. He let his hands stay there longer than normal, spreading farther than was proper, trespassing at the tops and edges of her large breasts, the towel bunched and barely hiding her nipples until finally she spoke in whisper so low that had he not known what she was going to say, he wouldn't have heard it. "Touch me." He folded the towel down further, exposing her so that it was only her stomach and groin were covered and drifted his hands over her breasts, ran his thumbs across her nipples so that she shuddered. His hands roamed then, gliding delicately and without warning from the hollow of her stomach, down her ribs, back to her breasts and finally to the flatness of her bikini line. She pulled one knee upward, angled it toward him so it was clear what she wanted him to do and he slid the middle finger of one hand down the slit of her pussy and began to rub little circles around her clit. She gasped and her knee canted away from him, opening herself up wider and he pushed his finger, and then another, inside her before bending forward to run his tongue along the area his finger had just left. He didn't rush, licked her with long strokes alternated with fluttering ones, building the tension in her and the sensitivity of her clit as he ran his fingers inside and out of her. When she came, it was explosive. She howled and clutched at the silk underneath her, and then his wrist, scratching at him and jerking it outward as a stream of liquid shot out of her. Giving her no time to recover, he undid his pants and slid into her in one motion, pulling her from behind her knees so that her ass was at the bottom edge of the table. Again, he didn't rush. He fucked her with long, slow, strokes, and he could feel himself hit her g spot on most of the inward thrusts because of the angle at which they were joined. He pulled his shirt over his head and let his pants fall to the floor, but took no other time or concentration away from being inside her. Eventually he couldn't maintain the control necessary for the gentleness and began to pound into her. He was no longer in any semblance of control, and he fucked her with crazed intensity, gasping and feeling his hip muscles hitting her ass viciously. She rocked to meet him and clawed at his forearms and crunched herself upward to claw at his shoulders and came again, and her orgasm set his off so he scrambled and fought to pull out of her and spent himself on her stomach. "Fuck, Jesus, Holy Shit, Balls," she gasped, and he smiled as wide as he could remember in a very long time but didn't speak. He pulled his phone from his pocket as she still quivered and came down from the orgasm and took a silent picture of her naked body, gleaming with oil and the flush of orgasm, his ejaculate white against her pale skin that contrasted even further with the dark silk beneath her. She was smiling, and reached for the blindfold, but he stopped her with a whisper. "Don't. Leave it until I leave, the sensation will last longer," he said, knowing it was a lie but wanting to leave something of himself with her. She sat up, and started to speak again, "I don't," but cut off when he wrapped the hotel robe around her shoulders from behind and guided her to her feet and then across the room to the bed. At the bed he picked her up easily and set her carefully in the middle of the thick down comforter that covered the king size bed. As he backed away, she spoke again. You're going to think this sounds strange," she began, "but your smell reminds me of something, of someone maybe, and I can't place it." "Maybe you know someone who uses my cologne," he answered softly, thinking how many times she'd said that she loved his smell with her face in his chest, but didn't speak again. He packed quickly, and was gone. When she heard the door close, she reached to untie the silk scarf he'd left behind and as it passed down her face, she again felt some forgotten hint tug at her mind at the scent on the silk, and inhaled deeply. Whatever it was, it made her feel good and safe, and content. Massage Therapy Liz slid between the cool immaculately white sheets. Her soft raven hair damp and clinging to her neck, and her body still hot from the run in from the car. Her heart still pounded and her breath came in short gasps from the stresses of her day and the mad dash to the spa. She had been very late. Her weekly massage appointment was on the far side of town from her office, and Liz was a very busy woman. Liz was an entrepreneur. Several years ago, she had decided to add a new depth to her life by creating a business from the ground floor. For a while, that business was really more of a sideline to her life -- as most startups are. But through commanding intelligence, extreme dedication, and incredible hard work and long hours, Liz had made something of her fledgling company. "Martha's Joyous Situations" (named after Liz's mother, Martha) had become a wonderful reflection of its founder; a person who had created not only a thriving business, but a beautifully strong woman at the same time. Besides running her rapidly growing business and tending to its clientele, Liz was also a mom. Her teenage boys were of course not home during the days. But she nonetheless had driving duties to deliver them to their various activities, meals to make, their undone chores to complete (for who else would?), and a myriad of other tasks to make sure that her family was well taken care of. A weekly visit to the quiet solace of the spa's massage therapy room, and the bodily relaxation that it offered, were not too much to ask. Yet this was not the first time Liz had been late for her appointment. In fact, her long time masseuse Marcus had had to scold her on numerous occasions. "My time is valuable too, missy" he would intone. "I have other clients, and other duties beyond sitting and waiting for you to catch up to your clock." So when she burst through the door of the salon, already 33 minutes late for her massage, it was not a complete shock when the receptionist informed her that Marcus had left the building. Liz would be seeing Sam today instead, and if Liz didn't like it the receptionist would be happy to collect Liz's fee for missing the appointment and reschedule her for another day. Liz knew that she would rather have the greenest newbie masseuse rub her down than nothing at all, so she acquiesced. The receptionist suggested Liz find her normal room and get on the table and Sam would meet her there. So off Liz ran -- the normal pace of her life. As the sheets settled upon Liz's naked body, she began already to feel her breath slow. The simple act of unwrapping her now naked body, and moving into that face down position on the table, gave her brain the signals to slow her body. The sheets lightly cleaved to Liz's skin in places where the sweat from the strain of the day still lingered. But Liz was relaxing now and anticipating the sensations of the massage that was to come. As Liz lay face down in on the table, her face entombed in the ring at the top, she began to drift. Only the slight sound of the door as it clicked open kept her in the present. Sam had finally arrived. The "music" was already playing from the small radio in the corner (if you could call the green and lush forest sounds "music"). And Sam dimmed the lights to add a relaxing ambiance to the scene. Sam's hands adjusted the sheet that covered Liz so as to be able to begin the work of relaxation. The first thing Liz noticed about Sam was the small hands of her new masseuse; much different than Marcus' large muscular fingers, yet just as strong. And as Sam approached, Liz also caught a scent -- lightly redolent of patchouli and vanilla -- that somehow intrigued her. As Sam began the ministrations to Liz's neck and shoulders, Liz let out a small sigh. Those first few touches were always the most intense for Liz as they signaled the beginning of a link between therapist and client. Liz nearly lived for those moments. And though she knew somehow it was wrong, that first touch also often aroused her. True to form, and in keeping with the fact that she was a highly sexual woman, Liz's body began to respond. Her nipples began to harden slightly. And then a bit more as the feel of the soft sheet manipulated her as a lover's fingers. Liz tried to think of other things as she knew no good would come in the direction her body was trying to take her. This was a massage, one she was paying for and not one given by her lover. Her body flushed as she experienced a mild embarrassment over her body's mutiny. Sam's solid hands continued to minister to the temple that was Liz's body. Liz made sure she was always in fantastic shape. Her incredible female curves were normally only found on girls who had seen less of the world. She was in all ways a gorgeous and desirable feminine vision. And it seemed that Sam was exploring the view with every cell of those well trained fingers. Liz's quiet moans seemed to belie the fact that his was meant to be a "therapeutic" massage. It was obvious that she was falling into the trap laid by her libido. And yet Sam's hands continued their course. As Sam's skilled limbs made their way to Liz's legs, she began to note that comforting familiar tingle between her legs. Her pussy began to slowly warm and moisten. "My god", thought Liz, "this is going to be a problem!" As if Sam had read Liz's mind, and wanted to play with it, Sam moved her hands up Liz's smooth and shapely thighs. Every masseuse has a difference in how modest they are, but Sam obviously was comfortable with touching Liz's body. The attentions of Sam's hands touched Liz in areas that only increased her arousal. Liz thought that Sam must be able to feel the wetness spreading down her legs by now. And perhaps that was true. Sam requested that Liz flip over onto her back. And as Liz's relaxingly stimulated brain turned her over, she was astounded by two senses at once. Both the visual of Liz's first glimpse of Sam, and the sound of Sam's voice -- of a husky, yet high register -- hit Liz's brain simultaneously. And Liz realized that "Sam" must really be "Samantha". Liz felt her body flush with an excitement verging on orgasm, though tinged with a modicum of embarrassment. Liz had never been sexually active with a woman before. Sure, there were those drunken kisses and a touch of hand to breast with Jesse in college back in South Africa. But Liz had never before considered that another woman could truly turn her on. Not that sexual play with a woman was offensive, it just never crossed Liz's mind. Until now. There was no denying Liz's body's reaction to the touch of Sam's sweet fingers. Liz's breasts were almost sore from the hardness of her nipples. And her mound was awash with her sweet juices, now flowing freely. And Sam was absolutely stunning. A tall, long haired blonde woman, perhaps in her early thirties, Sam was exquisite. Her features were those of a tanned goddess, not a blemish to be found. And the skin-tight top that Sam was wearing did little to hide the fact that she had amazing, firm, round breasts. Being fit as any masseuse should be only added to the attractive package that was "Samantha" (as Liz's mind now preferred to think of her). And that voice! A blend of Deborah Winger in the husky quality of it, but a slight hint of an accent -- maybe Australia? Liz could not imagine where this 50 minute hour might take her. Fortunately for Liz, Sam had a better imagination. "At the risk of being rude," quipped Sam, "I can't help noticing that you, um, perhaps were enjoying your massage?" Liz was not sure she could speak. When she did, her voice was trembling just a bit but was confident nevertheless. "You might say that. What was your first clue?" Liz realized that perhaps the "confidence" she was used to practicing in business may have come off as flip in this venue. So she added, "though my body obviously was trying to tell you something", and she flashed a languid smile. "It does seem to be saying something loudly and clearly" replied Sam. "The question is, would it request I continue or leave it alone?" "Maybe you should ask it?" replied Liz. And with that, the game was on. Sam's mouth began the questioning as it came down lightly upon Liz's lips. That first kiss sent a tingle down to Liz's toes and all the way back up. Liz shuddered at the sensation that this beautiful young woman's lips had planted in her. Now Liz reached up and laced her hands behind Sam's head, staring into the deepest blue eyes. "I've never done this with a woman before" Liz admitted. Sam merely nodded and said nothing, though her smile spoke volumes. Liz pulled Sam closer and returned the kiss, this time with a little more force. Their lips parted tenderly as their tongues lightly reached for the other. There was a shared taste of mint and clove, like an exotic cocktail relished on a warm private beach. Their tongues entwined like long time lovers separated for months, searching for the keys to each other's soul. But obviously this was not enough for the new found paramours. By now, both of their bodies were in desperate need of satiation. They had felt the hunger that only the intermingled flesh of two women can feed. Liz felt at a disadvantage until Sam began to remove her clothing. First, Sam reached over and locked the door, gingerly separating from her playmate. On her return, Sam began by raising her tight fitted blouse and very short shorts, exposing the brilliant breasts beneath and the rest of her incredible body. There was no bra to stand in the way of Liz's first view of Sam's rather voluptuous breasts. And they were incredible. Liz was compelled to taste them. Liz pulled Sam down to her and found one of Sam's nipples with her tongue. Liz slowly swirled her tongue around the warm, orange areola, and took little nibbles of the now strikingly erect nipple. Sam groaned with pleasure, and gasped at the slight sting of Liz's teeth. Liz was shocked by how easily she seemed to fall into the embrace of another woman's body. But as with any shock, this was also an electric sensation. Sam's hands continued to wend their way across Liz's body, her massage now one of passion rather than of therapy. Sam felt Liz's breasts beneath her fingers, and pulled at Liz's nipples. The room was now many degrees warmer than it had been, and the sounds of the lovers' breathing began to fill the space. Liz was on such an aroused edge from her own thoughts and Sam's touch that, much to her surprise, Liz actually came when Sam's fingers first touched her wet pussy lips. It was an orgasm to be sure, but only a minor tremor compared to what Liz knew was to come. Liz's body arched and she let out a bit of a muffled scream as she continued to lick and suck on Sam's breasts, biting just a bit harder. Sam too knew that there was much more to be experienced in this room, and she continued gently parting Liz's closely shaved pussy lips. Liz was now so wet that her love juices were creating a pool between her legs and dampening the sheets. This lubrication only intoxicated Sam all the more as she inserted first one, then another finger into Liz's tight box. Sam began slowly moving her fingers in and out of Liz's moist hole, making sure that she pressed up and in so as to best stimulate Liz's sensitive G spot. Liz groaned and wiggled, pushing herself down against Sam's probing fingers. Very slowly, Sam began to increase the pace of her finger fucking motions. She even managed to slip a third finger into Liz's hole, eliciting a gasp of excitement from her "client". Sam pushed up and in, then back out, then back in, exerting a sweet pressure upon that now engorged G spot. Sam's fingers were long, and by inserting three of them at once she was able to cause Liz's imagination to envision a huge cock penetrating deep inside her. Oh to have her trove of plastic and latex love toys at her disposal at this moment! As Sam's fucking intensified, so did the sounds emanating from Liz. And the motions of Liz's body, pressing as it was against the invasion of Sam's fingers, only served to intensify the feelings and lust for them both. Liz's breathing became very shallow, and her breaths came much more quickly. The sweat from her exertions harmonized with the moisture from Liz's pussy. Liz's groans and pleadings began to reach a fever pitch that signified her impending orgasm. Liz came, bucking her hips and arching her back with such force that she nearly knocked Sam backwards. And yet Liz still was not sated. And more desperately than her own desire, Liz felt the deprivation of not yet having been able to see and hear Sam come. Sam gently slid her fingers out of Liz's pussy, feeling her way up Liz's lips and toward her clit. Liz's clit was distended and exposed from its protective hood, almost rising to meet Sam. As Sam leaned down to bring her mouth to Liz's pussy, Liz saw her chance. Liz reached her arms around Sam's hips and grabbed her, pulling Sam down on top of her. The two women, now acting as one body, faced opposite directions. Each now had her pussy directly over the other's face. This position alone was nearly enough to bring both women to shuddering orgasms. Such incredible tight feminine attributes so close. Yet obviously there was more to be done. Both women tucked into the dripping wet pussy in front of them as a man in the desert to water. Each tongue burrowed deeply; licking, sucking, and reaching to taste the sweet juices of her lover. While Liz enjoyed having a fully shaved pussy, only a landing strip as a reminder of the pubic hair that once grew there, Sam did not comply with this fashion. Sam's pubic mound was covered in a well-trimmed, soft downy fuzz of light colored hair; proving that she was a true blonde. Liz was aroused by the color and scent of the inside of Sam, so much so that Liz felt she wanted to insert her entire face into Sam's pussy. Both women devoured their partners, and both bodies truly became a circle of one. Tongues darted in and out of moist holes, engorged and exposed clits were licked and sucked, and juices dripped down chins. Though each woman was now gasping for breath in her own world of pleasure, breathing was also difficult as each ground their dripping love boxes into the other's face. But there were no sounds nor feelings of displeasure. Quite the opposite. If either woman had been still in this world, she would have wondered how it was that no one in the salon heard the cries and screams of passion. And both would have been glad of the locked door. It seemed like forever, and it seemed like a moment. Both women rose and rose in the heights of her fever and climbed toward the peak of her orgasm. Amazingly, they both, in the same moment, became rigid as the force of their orgasms overwhelmed them. They pushed into the other, tasting, smelling, and inflamed with the center of sex enveloping their faces. And finally, exhausted, sated, they relaxed, spent as never before. Sam rolled onto her side and flipped end over end, as Liz adjusted to make room for her on the massage table. They grinned at each other. A shared smile between naughty girls who have created a wonderful secret. Sam reached out and wiped a trickle of love sweat from off of Liz's face. She stared into Liz's eyes lovingly as she imparted, "same time next week?" Massage Therapy Sometimes I just like to write a story about sex. This isn't one of my emotional rollercoaster stories. It's about a young man trying to find what he wants in life. A big 'Thank You' to Estragon for making this a much better read. * My name is Royule James White; most people call me Roy. I'm considered mixed race. My mother is Hawaiian and my dad is a black American. So, I guess that makes me a black Hawaiian American. Dad never called himself an African American. He would always say, " My great-grandparents were born in America , my grandparents were born in America, my parents were born in America and I was born in America, so that makes me an American. And if I have a dark complexion they can call me a black proud American if they like. And if that causes anybody a problem, it's their problem." Dad was born in Detroit, Michigan and joined the Army fresh out of high school. He is a lifer and will be retiring soon with thirty years of service. After his first year, he was transferred to Hawaii where he met my mother. Due to her pregnancy with me they were married after about three months. Shortly after my birth, my dad was transferred all over the United States. Mom and us kids always went with him. I have a younger brother and two younger sisters. So I guess we were Army brats. We would stay on a base whenever dad went overseas. All in all I think we turned out pretty good. About once a year dad would take us all back to Hawaii to visit mom's family. We loved it there. I was the only one born there but it felt like home to all of us. When I was about thirteen Dad had an opportunity to get stationed in Hawaii as a drill instructor and later he became a recruiter. Other than being sent overseas a couple of times, he spent the rest of his career in Hawaii. We finally had a permanent home and Mom's family was happy we were all there. Dad had to leave for deployments a couple of times, so we stayed in Hawaii with Mom. We were always happy when Dad arrived home safe. During my high school years I played sports and did a lot of exercise and weight training. I didn't want a body builder type body but more of a lean muscled six-pack sort of body. I worked hard to get it and keep it. Needless to say, I have a dark complexion but my hair is short and actually rather curly. Most people weren't sure about my nationality or race. I would tell them I was born in Hawaii and since Hawaii is a State and both of my parents were born in the States, I was American. My close friends knew about me but it was fun when people tried to guess my nationality. During my last couple of years of school a number of movies and TV shows were filmed in Hawaii. I was always picked as an extra. My looks and build were great for beach scenes, I was told. I never did any speaking parts. My whole family would be in group or crowd scenes. We got paid for every day we were needed on set. A number of people had told me I should become a model. After graduation I was an extra in a TV show. One of the women who did makeup for the extras invited me to her trailer. She must have been in her forties. She kept telling me how lonely she was and how long it'd been since she was home. As she was rubbing my six-pack, she pulled down my shorts and it wasn't long before I was getting a hell of a blowjob. This wasn't anywhere near my first time having any kind of sex but it was my first time with a married older woman. It felt different. Before long I was sitting on her couch and she was riding me. Damn! It was just something about fucking another mans wife. I must have had sex with her a half dozen times before I was no longer needed on the set. I must admit I liked having sex with older women much more than with girls my age. I didn't have to worry about crushes or the women getting serious. Martha, the makeup lady, was one of those who told me I should be a model. I really didn't have any plans for my future yet. I liked working out but didn't know how to turn it into making a future. Martha introduced me to Norman Watts. She said he was an agent for a lot of stars and models. He looked a little snobbish to me but he said if I was interested he would take me under his wing. I found out that it meant he would find me modeling jobs and TV spots. In turns out he would get twenty-five percent of my wages. I asked some of the movie stars and was told that was a high percentage to give to an agent but when I told them it was Norman Watts, they all said he was the best. I had a talk with Norman with my parents present. He explained to me that I was an unknown and it would take a lot of work to make people aware of me. There were thousands of unemployed actors and models. He thought I had something special; it being my heritage. I had nothing to lose and everything to gain. We set up a contract for five years. Any work I did in a movie, TV or modeling business, Norman would get his cut. I think he was gay; he always had young men at his side, but he never bothered me. He did introduce me to the right people and work was more than plentiful. I had to leave Hawaii for months at a time and go to Hollywood. I really hated that part. I do have to say I met a heck of a lot of interesting people. Norman had the contacts. I saw many movie stars and was an extra in some movies. The main projects Norman set me up with were as a model for advertising products. Most were in magazines and papers. I couldn't believe I was making such good money. I was sending most of it home and Mom was saving it for me. She was an accountant and made sure my money was safe. I didn't need much to live on. I rented a trailer and drove a low-end leased vehicle. It seems funny when I look back and see I was pretty much a kept man. By that I mean that every product I promoted I had to use. My clothes were pretty much paid for as well as all the cologne's and other items I advertised. My meals were usually provided by the sets I was working on and there were small parties most every night. Norman told me ahead of time that I was to give the quiet image. Don't be seen dating any stars or being in the limelight. As he mentioned I wasn't a speaker or really an actor. My main attribute was my looks. A very lean but yet muscular body. The cleaner my image the more he could sell me. Don't get me wrong here. Norman was a brain when it came to advertising. He didn't say I couldn't date, have sex with the ladies or all in all, just have fun. He just told me to be very discreet. Being a model was really hard work. I know it might be hard to believe but I usually worked on photo shoots up to twelve hours a day. I made sure I hit the gym at least three day a week so I could keep my body in good shape. A little about my sex life. I did as Norman mentioned and kept a low profile. I guess you could say I was the pretty boy in the background but it paid extremely well. I had sex at least four times a week. If people knew how many movie stars I had sex with, and especially who they were, it would hit the tabloids. I did have sex with a lot of the younger women, but it was usually after parties and a little drinking. I didn't drink myself but my partners sure did. The sex was always good but I didn't want to get attached to any one woman. Some of the movie stars would ask me to their trailers at night. These were the older married ones who everyone thought were happily married. They might have been happy in their marriages, but I guess they wanted their studs on the side. It was just something special to fuck and suck a movie star, especially a married older lady. I don't know if they wanted me because of my dark complexion, my six-pack abs or because I was the quiet guy. I never talked much about myself except to say I was Hawaiian. I did like Norman said and answered as few questions as possible. He was my agent and he answered the questions. I learned quickly what the women wanted. It was a stiff hard cock and to rub my body. I learned to eat pussy, fuck like a stallion and not to take any shit from any stars. I always met the married movie stars in clandestine circumstances. We'd fuck and suck and I would disappear, which was fine with me, and mostly with them too. These married woman just wanted someone young and new and I gave them that. They had no intention of messing up their marriages and weren't interested in affairs, just the one night stands. I always got a kick out of reading in the tabloids what great marriages my sex partners had. Hollywood is just a different animal. It's really a fantasy world. The people don't seem real. You never knew if someone was being truthful or acting. A couple of reasons I had sex with the married stars was because Norman had told me that they always had a lot more to lose than I did. That's why the sex was safer. Also, there was no love involved, I could just get my rocks off and that was good enough for me. I worked out at least three days a week and usually had a massage afterwards. It always felt great. I put in the long hours and followed Norman's instructions. I got to go home and visit about every two months. I really didn't like my job after a while. It was just too much of a fantasy and nothing around me seemed real. Everyone was always trying to outdo each other. It was even worse when Norman sent me to New York for a few shoots. These people were even beyond the fantasy land. For some reason they acted like they were untouchable. It's like they felt they had so much power that the world was theirs. For spite, I made sure I fucked the wives of the arrogant assholes. Those that wanted to treat me like a second-class person got what the Army would have called promoted to "CFC"--Cuckold First Class. I was almost glad to get back to Hollywood. The first year really was a lot of fun and games for me. I made tens of thousands of dollars and had all the pussy a young man could handle. The second year was pretty good too but it became monotonous. It was basically the same thing over and over. I had my good days but I knew I wanted to do more with my life. I was making a six-digit salary, saving most of it, but going nowhere. After the third year I talked with my massage therapist. He explained how he got started and how much he liked his job. I decided to start taking classes in being a Masseur. The more I thought about it, the more I was deciding that's what I wanted to do with my life. For the next two years I went to school to become a massage therapist. I also did my workouts and did it all around working my different modeling positions. I still left time for my sex life, so I was tired but happy. On one of my trips home I talked to my grandfather. He was really old school. His parents and their parents before them were all from the Islands. The family owned thousands of acres of prime property before Hawaii became a state and so popular. Throughout the years most of the beach front property that they owned was sold to large hotels and other big business interests. My grandfather kept one large piece of beach front land. It was about nine acres at the end of the beach. He also owned other property where we all lived. He had been selling souvenirs in a small building most of his life. Behind his building he rented the land as parking spaces. He took in a handsome sum of money through the years. "Grandpa, will you sell me some of the acreage behind your business so I can start one of my own?" That was our first conversation the first time I came home after I started massage school. We talked about my plans and what I wanted to do. "Roy, this land has been handed down from generation to generation. I can't sell it to you. I want it to stay in the family forever." Every time I came home I told Grandpa more about my idea. I was really serious about starting a business. I was in my last year of my contract with Norman. I had made hundreds of thousands of dollars that Mom had invested for me. I even helped pay for my sisters to go to college. Norman tried to convince me to sign on for another five years. He said he would even lower his commission rate to fifteen percent. I asked him why he didn't just sign me for ten years to begin with. "Roy, most models are only good for about five years. After that they seem to go downhill, but you stayed with the program I suggested. You kept working out and improving yourself. You kept the low profile, which made it easy to sell you as the good-looking wholesome man that women dreamed about. You always kept your sex life quiet and never made the tabloids. The advertisers loved it. "Other young men would want to show off and tell who they had sex with. They thought it would improve their image, but it always hurt them as well as anyone they associated with." "Norman, thank you for all you've done for me. I'll always remember you as the person that helped me out. I'm not a Hollywood or New York type person. I don't want to be a celebrity. I want to go back home, be among family and start my own business." We shook hands and I said my goodbyes. I was headed home, back to Hawaii. I sat down and talked more with my grandfather. I had told him what I had wanted to do. It was to open my own gym for exercising as well as a Massage Therapy center. I explained to him how I worked out and it felt good to get a massage afterwards. My plan was to get a lot of the local people to use the gym and massage rooms for a decent income. I mentioned that by being on the beach that I could bring in a lot of vacationers. We could massage feet, legs and even handle sunburns, to name a few. I showed Grandpa my degree in Massage Therapy. He knew I really wanted to do this. The problem was he didn't want to sell the land that had been in the family, even though I was family. He could have sold it thousands of times throughout the years. I explained to him that I needed to be on the beach area to attract the travelers. He told me he couldn't sell the family land but would make me a deal. He knew I had a few hundred thousand dollars saved and was willing to risk it. There was also the problem of his souvenir business, which he had no intention of giving up. It has always been his livelihood and even though he was getting old it was his way of enjoying his time. He only sold souvenirs that were made on the Island, as he would call it. A lot of the trinkets and clothing were made by other family members. It was the livelihood of a lot of the extended family members. "What is your idea, Grandpa?" I asked. He really liked me and I knew he wanted to help me out. "Show me your plans for your building and tell me exactly what you want to do. I know you have had people, engineers and architects coming out here. Show me what plans you have." "Grandpa, I asked you if it was all right to have the people come to measure and make plans up for ideas. I would never go behind your back. I respect you too much to do that." "I know Roy. I'm interested in your ideas for the business you want." "So, if you like my ideas you might sell me the property here?" "No sell property, I told you that. If I like idea I might lease you property." I didn't quite understand but I showed him my plans. The building would have a large workout area in the center of the building. It would have all types of exercise equipment. To the far left of the building would be a number of private massage rooms. They would be for women only. To the far right would be the massage rooms for men only. Each room would have a shower and there would be other showers and two hot tubs for relaxation for those wanting one after their workout. The showers and hot tubs would be behind the workout area. Right now Grandpa's business was a long building front, more of a hut style where he sold his souvenirs. I was going to move his business into the new building. "Grandpa, I thought we could move your business into the new building. We would have a whole area set up for you. It would be a larger area than you have now. It would be in the front of the exercise rooms and we would have an all-window front so people could see inside." "What am I to do while they build this building?" "I thought you could keep your building the way it is now until our new building is complete. It will be behind yours. After that we would take down your building, and move you into the new building. "You would still have plenty of acreage to the side and back of the building for your parking." He made a lot of money from people who wanted to park close to the beach or many that worked the other businesses on the beach front. "You have good plans, Roy. How much this building going to cost?" "Five hundred thousand dollars down payment plus the land. After that I will make payments. I have most of it and the bank said my credit is good and I can get a loan for the rest." My grandfather smiled at me. "You're a good boy Roy. I'll explain my idea to you. I will keep property in family. You build your building but I don't want you to borrow money. If you need more I'll get it for you. I'll lease you the land under the building for long term, say fifty years." "I'll need money to lease the land, Grandpa. How much will you be charging me?" I asked. "One hundred a year," he replied. "A hundred thousand a year? I'm not sure I can pay that much Grandpa." I could see my idea going up in smoke. Grandpa laughed. "You're my favorite grandson. I charge you a hundred dollars a year, not hundred thousand." I cried. **** The construction started and the building was done in no time. It was a little sad when they took down Grandpa's old hut building, but it looked great seeing him in an all-new glass enclosure. During the period of the building was being built I had a lot of work to do to get started. I bought the exercise equipment, spas and everything else we needed. I had to find some good masseuses. I hope to have employees that already had certificates. I needed both men and women. I advertised and received a lot of responses. I interviewed over fifty different people. Thirty had already been certified to do massages. I hired eight to start out. Others I put on a will-call or part-time list. I knew that in this kind of business I'd be going through a lot of employees. After a while some would leave hoping to make it on their own, while others would get engaged or married and their respective partners wouldn't want them rubbing other people's bodies. I asked my two sisters if they wanted to work at the gym/massage clinic. Zoë had become a nurse and I thought it would be good to have someone from the medical field on site. Kloey, my youngest sister, had recently gotten a degree in accounting. I was hoping that she would handle all the paper work and finances. They told me there was no way they wanted to give massages. I laughed and told them I didn't want them giving massages either but I wanted people I knew I could trust to help run the business. Besides they were both beautiful Hawaiian women and that couldn't hurt business. Zoë said she would do it part time so she could keep her other job at a doctor's office. She did say if it worked out, that she would eventually come on board full time. She was married and did have a little girl. She could always bring my niece with her. After all we had family working here. Grandma would often come and sit with Grandpa. We even set up tables outside where customers could sit and have a beverage. I'm getting a little ahead of myself here. My brother was similar in build to me. He worked out often and I asked him to run the gym. He asked about doing massages but I told him he needed to get certified and then we'd talk. Till then I needed someone to keep an eye on the gym and equipment. Massage Therapy Rulf, my brother, was happy to be part of the business. I felt good that my family thought enough of me that they believed the business would become successful. I should tell you a little about the business itself. I just called it 'Roy's Gym and Massage Therapy'. Our exercise machines were all the latest equipment. We had two, and sometimes three, of the same machines. Rulf visited all the high schools and colleges in our area and explained our gym to them. Many of the students signed up for the exercising programs. Our flyers brought in a lot of area people who liked to exercise. We also had certain times of the day that only women could exercise so they didn't get embarrassed. The men didn't seem to need their own time so we didn't set any other limited times. Now about our massage therapy business. I need to tell you up front that over eighty percent of our business was strictly massages. We had a lot of specialty massages as well. We offered facials. A lot of women would get sunburned and we used only herbal medicine in our massages. Zoë would look at many of the sunburned cases and tell the people whether our massage would help them. Sometimes she would tell them to go to the clinic and have a doctor look at them. We also were able to help with rubbing the temples and help get rid of headaches. We had other cases like sprained or twisted ankles, bee stings and other injuries that happen on the beach and the vacationers came in for help. Many of these cases we were able to help. We did foot massages, which we got a lot of. People walking on the hot sand or on their feet all day. Some other specific massages were shoulders, lower back pain, sore legs and others. We got a lot of sunburned clients also. We have herbal massages that help cool the burn. Whenever we had foot massages we always had our clients have a foot bath first. Our massages were twenty-five dollars and up. The facials and foot massage as well as the sunburns were the cheapest. From there we had body massages from seventy-five dollars and up. Some of the special massages I'll explain later but it could cost as much as two -hundred dollars. I paid the masseuses fifty percent of the price of the massage plus they kept any additional tips they received. Many of the masseuses had a regular customer base from the town and cities near by. A good fifty percent of our business was from vacationers to Hawaii. Our business was growing by leaps and bounds. I was always on the lookout for more masseuses. We had a number of people who would call us and want a massage in their rooms. There were a lot of hotels and motels just off the beach. We took credit cards and in case of the sunburns and sprained ankles we even took insurance forms. When we got a call for a massage at a hotel we would ask if they wanted a man or woman. Also was the client receiving the massage male or female? I would not send any of my girls to a hotel alone. She would always be accompanied by one of our men. As I mentioned earlier over eighty percent of our massages were regular body, back or the special area massages. We also did the full body massages, which started at a hundred dollars. None of our masseuses had to give any massages they didn't want to. Besides the full body massages, we had the nude body massages and the intimate type massages which I'll explain later. Only about five percent of the clients asked for intimate massage. It wasn't listed on the menu and by request only. Chapter 2 Business was great. I let my masseuses and masseurs do most all the massages. I didn't want to take money away from my employees. I did have a few clients that asked for me. I would also help out any masseuse who might not have been able to rub hard or deep enough. We had some large Hawaiian people. Some of our smaller masseuses weren't much over a hundred pounds. The naked and special massages I should explain to you. Some clients wanted the masseuse naked while giving the massage. It cost the client extra. If they wanted a body-to-body massage it would cost even more. That is where the masseuse is naked and covered in oil and rubs the client with her body. We had a few employees willing to do this. Some clients, both male and female, had asked for sex after a massage. There was an extra hundred dollar fee if oral or intercourse was included, plus tips. Any touching of the masseuse was automatically in this category. As I have mentioned, this was less than five percent of our business. We didn't want to be known for this but we did offer it when asked. I also didn't want the police involved. We're pretty laid back here in Hawaii, but still I wanted a low profile. There would be no sex of any kind without a therapeutic massage. We weren't a bordello. It was mostly mainland business men and women that asked for these services. I spent most of my time greeting the customers and overseeing the business. I would do maybe one or two massages a day. I would however see someone that I felt I would like to massage. It might have been a celebrity that I knew, female of course, or an older woman that just struck my fancy. Before I tell you about a specific cases I want to mention my grandparents. They loved the new business. Their displays were visible from the outside and the gym also brought them business. Grandma loved that they were in an air conditioned shop after years in the sun. They added herbal ointments to their displays. They sold a lot, seeing it was what we used on the clients. Grandpa even had some of the relatives make shirts with our logo on them. It wasn't surprising that people wanted souvenirs that were actually made in Hawaii than shipped from China or somewhere else. Our business as well as Grandpa's did great the year around. We really didn't have an off-season. I do have to say summer was our busiest season. I now want to tell you about one of my special massages. A business man, Joe Burk, had been to our business for a massage a few times. He had the money and always asked for the full body oil massage and asked for sex afterwards. He tipped really well and we had three women who didn't mind giving him the massage. I did think he was one of the know-it-all, cocky types. He gave orders more than asked and I didn't care much for that. I would often have him rephrase his orders as questions. I thought, after the years he was a PFC (Peckerhead First Class), he was overdue for promotion to CFC. This particular day he brought a woman in with him. He introduced her as his wife Martha. It seems that were on their twentieth anniversary trip, and she wanted to come to Hawaii. She was a nice looking woman, a little overweight but a pleasant personality. It didn't take long to realize that PFC Joe ruled the household. "Welcome, Mr. Buck. What can we do for you today?" I asked. No matter how big an asshole, we tried to treat everyone with respect. We have had a few cases where we would bodily get rid of someone going too far. We had a weight room and my brother and I had no problem getting rid of undesirables. "This is my wife Martha and we are celebrating our twentieth wedding anniversary. She asked me to bring her here where I get a nice massage when I'm here on business." "Martha or Mrs. Buck, it's a pleasure to meet you. What type of massage did you have in mind?" Her husband broke in. "She just wants the general body massage. The same with me. I'll have my regular." He looked at me knowingly; he never had a regular massage. He always wanted the sex but was willing to pay the high price. "Mr. Burk, if you go with Bryan, he'll take you to the massage room." We always let a male escort the men to the massage room, especially if he was going to be with a woman. We knew Joe wanted a massage from a woman. Amy would be in there waiting for him. I had Shania take Martha to the ladies' massage room. She left and I stepped in. "Mrs. Burk, or may I call you Martha?" "Martha is fine." "Well Martha, all our female masseuses are busy right now. Shania is our receptionist. Would you mind if I gave you the massage? I assure you it will be the best massage you have ever had. In case you didn't know, I am the owner." "Oh, I don't know. I don't think my husband would want another man giving me a massage." "He will never know unless you tell him. Everything that goes on here is very confidential." "Well, ok. It will be all right but please don't tell Joe. He is a very jealous man." Martha was a full size woman and probably a little ashamed of her body. She said she usually wore a one-piece bathing suit but brought a two piece for the massage. "Martha, since this is your first time I'm going to give you some special treatments. I hope you enjoy them." I knew her husband would be a long time with his massage since he was having the sexual treatment. Shania stopped in to let me know. "You better just give me the one Joe mentioned. He'll be mad if I have more and it cost him money." "Don't worry, I'm only charging you for the basic massage. The rest is my gift to you." I had her soaking her feet while I was getting the table and other items ready. She was sitting there in her two-piece bathing suit and robe. I really did want to do something special for her. I really didn't care a lot for husbands like hers. It was time to start her massage. I had her take off her robe. I knew she felt a little self- conscious. I had her sit on the table and lay on her back. "I though you always did the back first?" she asked. "Not always, as I mentioned this will be a little different." "Could you put a couple of towels across me? I don't think you want to be looking at this old body. I'm a bit self-conscious." I did put a towel across her large breasts and one across her hips. "Martha, believe me, I see a lot of bodies and you have nothing to be ashamed of. You are a very nice looking woman." It made her smile. "I'm going to take off my shirt so I don't get oil all over it. Do you have a problem with that?" I wanted her to see my abs and chest. All I had left on was my shorts. "No, I don't mind," she replied. I watched her stare at me. I began by going to the head of the table and began rubbing her temples. I put a light amount of crème on my fingers and rubbed her checks, forehead and chin. "That feels so good," she stated. "We've just begun." I smiled at her as I went down to her feet. I took a hot oil and began rubbing her feet. Each toe individually. She made moaning sounds as I rubbed her insteps. I picked up a leg and put it on my shoulder and began to massage her ankles and calves. I stopped at her knees, and she just stared at me. I would periodically look at her mound area. With her leg in the air the towel pushed up. I made sure she could see me looking. I wanted to see if she would say anything; she didn't. Next I had her turn over. She never mentioned the towels this time. I started with her shoulders and untied the top of her bra from around her neck and rubbed her shoulders, to her moaning how good it felt. I asked her if I could unfasten her top so I wouldn't get oil all over it. While she was thinking about it I unclasped the top to no argument and began rubbing her back with hot oil. I asked her to raise slightly and pulled her top away. Now I was able to rub hot oil on her whole back plus her sides. She was like in almost a trance. She kept telling me she never had a massage that felt this good. I worked my way down to her bottom. "Martha, can I remove your bottoms so I won't get oil on them?" "God, I don't know. Promise me you won't tell Joe, he'd kill me." "I promise, Martha, I even locked the door so we won't be disturbed. This is strictly between you and me." I reached up and she raised her hips as I pulled off her bottoms. I put a towel on her ass so she would feel more comfortable. Of course it didn't hide much from my eyes but she felt better. I rubbed oil on her thighs right up to the crack of her pussy. She had no idea I could see it and how wet it was becoming. I rubbed both thighs and asked Martha to turn over. She was hesitant but I held up the towels and placed one across her breasts and one across her waist. She closed her eyes as I began rubbing her shoulders from the front. I worked my way down to her large breasts. She was moaning as I continued moving downwards on her breasts and uncovered them, rubbing warm oil on her nipples. She opened her eyes and looked at me, not knowing what to say but I knew she was enjoying it. "You have beautiful breasts and they deserve to be massaged," I said to her. From that point on she just laid there and moaned. I told her to let her feelings out. It was part of the therapeutic experience. After removing the towel from her breasts I continued down her body and was now rubbing her belly. "I'm so fat," she said. "No you're not," I said as I leaned over and kissed her belly. She had tears in her eyes; I had no idea what she was thinking but she wasn't stopping me. I moved down to her thighs and again put her leg on my shoulder. I could see her sex and how wet she was. I rubbed her thighs right up to and touching her wet pussy. She didn't say a word but closed her eyes and moaned. Next I took some warm oil and rubbed it on her mound. I moved down and rubbed her pussy. She never stopped me, in fact she spread her legs. I began to finger fuck her till she climaxed. "Oh God, so good, so good," she said. I got between her legs and stuck my tongue in her very hot pussy. I tongued and sucked her till she had another huge orgasm. She held onto my head till her orgasm subsided. "Do you want to have intercourse with me?" I asked her. "God, yes, more then anything but I can't. Can I at least see it?" I went by her head and pulled my cock out. She took it in her hand and kissed it. She even took the head in her mouth for a few seconds and let it go. She sighed and I helped her off the table and she went and took a shower. I called Shania back into the room to walk Martha out. She smiled at me and thanked me for the best massage ever. Her husband wasn't out yet so she went over and looked at souvenirs. I told Shania to make sure she charged for a regular massage. Joe came out with a big shit-eating grin on his face. He paid for the massages on his credit card. He looked to make sure that Martha only got a regular massage. I walked up to the two of them and gave them a coupon good for twenty-five percent off any massage. It was good for the month. Joe said they were going fishing one day and home in three days, and so they probably wouldn't be back. I saw Martha put the coupon in her purse as they left. Two days later Shania called me from the back. Mrs. Burk wanted to see me. "Roy, my husband wanted to go fishing and I told him I didn't care to fish so I was going to use the coupon for another massage. Would you mind giving it to me? I feel safe with you." I had Shania lead her back to one of the rooms. There was no bathing suit and no towels this time. I still gave her all the common courtesies and did my best to treat her special. We did everything we did the last time but this time after she came from my oral administrations she asked me to fuck her. I pushed my cock into this married woman. She told me she wanted something really big to remember this anniversary by and I was it. "I've never in my life have ever done anything like this. I just felt if I wouldn't have done it, I would have always regretted it. God, you make me feel so much like a desirable woman." "You are very desirable and never forget it. I'm happy that I could help you celebrate your twentieth anniversary." When we were finished she paid for a regular massage, using her discount so she could show her husband she used it. She then went to Grandpa's stand and bought a lot of trinkets and one of our t-shirts. Grandpa even had some pictures of me when I did photos. She bought a couple of them. That's the nice part of being with a married woman who doesn't live here. There were at least a couple a week that I felt could us special attention. I preferred them older, married and not from Hawaii. Their looks were not overly important. My goal was to make them feel good about themselves. I don't know what my future will bring but right now I'm really happy with my life. * Hope you enjoyed the short story Comments are welcome and appreciated DG Hear Massage Therapy One minute, Liza was fine, blissfully driving down the interstate with her best friend, Jason, shooting the shit, heading south to take in a rock concert. The next, her world exploded into horns, and flashing lights, pain in her side, and a scream. And then it was dark. The next thing she remembered thinking about was whether Jason was all right. Then the pain slammed back into her, and she realized she was swathed in bandages, in a hospital room. Her vision was a little blurry, but she saw familiar faces. Her mother, her father, her husband Jim. They looked worried. Things went black again. ----- The accident was a year ago, but Liza still felt nervous getting into the car. Jason had pulled through without any major injuries, but he had chronic neck and back pain that sometimes laid him up for weeks at a time. He couldn't keep a job, but the lawsuit they had filed with the drunk driver that caused the accident paid his bills. Luckily, the physical therapy had him up for longer and longer periods of time. Almost as bad as the guilt she felt over Jason's injuries was the explosive realization she'd had as she recovered. She loved him. Even worse, she'd told him she loved him, and the surprised look on his face wasn't the one she'd hoped to see. He loved her, too, he said, as a friend. Maybe once upon a time... She'd been so embarrassed, she hadn't spoken to him in a month. He finally got her on the phone, and they had awkwardly talked around her confession for weeks before things got back to normal, more or less. She and her husband would invite Jason and his wife over for dinner Sundays, and things didn't feel strained anymore. But a year later, the feelings were still inside. She and Jim hardly ever made love, and when they did, she was picturing Jason instead, filling her, caressing her, loving her. She kept burying those feelings, willing them to go away. ----- Liza knocked on the door, fussed with her pink sundress. She admitted, at least to herself, she was a little nervous. She and Jason hadn't been alone in a long time. Actually, she hadn't even been to his house in weeks. "Come in," a voice called from inside. She went in, and followed the voice down the hall and into the spare bedroom, where Jason was laying on the bed, watching a television that had been mounted onto the ceiling. "Jase, what are you doing in here?" she asked. "Oh, Ronnie thought I should put a TV in here so I can come in and watch when I can't fall asleep. These days it hurts more often than not, so, actually I don't really even sleep in our bedroom anymore." "You guys doing okay?" Jason was silent a long time before answering. "Not really," he said carefully. "I think she might be seeing someone else." "No, not Ronnie! What makes you think that?" "Little things. Sometimes I can hear her on the phone in the next room, giggling like a schoolgirl. She gets home late. She leaves early. I don't know." Liza could see he was uncomfortable. She changed the subject. "So, what are you doing flat on your back? Didn't you have a physical therapy appointment today?" "Nah, cancelled it. Doesn't seem to be helping much." "Are you going regularly?" "I was, but... Ronnie's had a hard time getting off work to take me," he said bitterly. "I'm really sorry," she said quietly. "Hey, how many times do I have to tell you? It's not your fault." Liza knelt on the side of the bed, and he gripped her hand. "I just feel responsible because I was driving." "I know you do." "Look, what if I gave you a massage? I don't get enough chances to put those classes I took to good use. If you can't go to physical therapy, at least let me do that much." "I don't think that would be a good idea," he said, after a minute. "If it's about what I told you last year, I already told you, I didn't mean it. Must have been... delirious... after the surgery," she finished lamely. "It's not that." "If not that, then why not?" Jason was quiet for an even longer time. Liza lay on her back beside him, nestling her head in the crook of his armpit. "Come oooooon," she wheedled. "Let me help you." He turned to face her, smiled at her batting eyelashes. "Okay." She smiled brightly. "Let's get your clothes off then." "I'm not getting naked for you, ya perv," he teased. "Just to get you more comfortable." She helped him out of his shirt and then his jeans, trying not to look at the place where his dick lay, curled up comfortably inside his underwear. She helped him turn over, and then said, "I should probably get some lotion." "On the dresser," he said. She grabbed it, noticing it was almost empty. "Not much in here," she complained. "Yeah, well, I've been using it a lot lately," he said into the pillow. She blushed at his admission, glad his head was turned the other way. She didn't answer, but got back up onto the bed and squeezed some lotion into her hands, warming it between her palms. She slid her hands over his back, coating it slickly with the lotion. "Mmmm," she said, "smells nice." Actually, it smelled, well, kind of familiar. She glanced at the bottle again, saw it was the same scent she always wore. "Yeah. Smells like you," he grunted, as she kneaded the muscles in his lower back gently. Did he even realize what he'd just said? She took a few deep breaths. He didn't feel that way about her. She moved her hands up a few inches, massaged the muscles there. He sighed beneath her. "Feel good?" "Mm-hmm." As she moved up further on his back, it got more difficult to get the right angle. "Hold on a sec, just gonna-" She swung her leg over him, straddling his waist, but not resting any of her weight on him. "There. Is that okay?" "Uh-huh." She pushed back a little, surprised to feel the waistband of his underwear against her inner thighs. The mound of her crotch rested comfortably just against the swell of his lower back. He didn't say anything. Neither did she. She pushed her palms up to his lower shoulder blades, working her fingertips carefully around the bones. Her thoughts kept returning to the fact that there was an incredibly attractive man, nearly naked, between her thighs. She felt herself starting to get wet, and panicked a little. This was not what she needed right now. Liza lifted her hips away from Jason's back, and his hips shifted below her. "No, you don't have to move. You were okay where you were." Now if she moved, she'd have to give him a reason. Or kneel by his head. Equally unacceptable. What if he... smelled her? No, no, no. Defeated, she lowered her hips a fraction of an inch. She still wasn't touching him. "No, really. Make yourself comfortable. It doesn't hurt." Defeated, she lowered until the soft cotton of her panties, now slightly damp, rested against his skin. She had worked nearly his entire back. Just his neck and shoulders needed work, and that's where he needed it most. He'd been wearing his seatbelt during the accident, luckily, but his head had been tossed around crazily. As soon as she started stroking the muscles in his shoulders, he let out a very soft moan. She felt his shoulders actually relaxing into what she was doing, and smiled inwardly. She wasn't just talking before; she felt legitimately responsible for the accident, even though she knew it wasn't her fault. If only she'd looked in the right spot, jerked the wheel a little sooner, maybe it would have been different. She knew they were lucky to be alive. She finished with his shoulders, and swung her leg back over him, kneeling beside his hip. "Mmkay, you can turn back over now so you can go back to watching the game." "No, ah, I'm pretty comfortable like this." "Come on, don't be silly. You're missing a good play." "I can't." "Why not?" "Um, it's just, that was really relaxing. It felt really good." "Good! I'm so glad I could help you." "No, I mean... it felt... really good," he emphasized. "Ohhh!" she said, with a blush. "Well, come on, I've seen it all before," she said matter-of-factly. She actually HAD seen it all before, albeit not since they were much younger. Still, a penis was a penis, right? "Okay, help me turn over." She did, her hands gently on his sides to help him roll. She tried not to look, but couldn't help herself. His cock was sticking pretty straight out, straining against his underpants. She licked her lips nervously, and averted her eyes. When she looked back, he had rearranged things so it was lying more flat against his abdomen. It was still pretty obvious, and she looked away, meeting his eyes. "It's... ah... big," she said quietly. They looked at each other, and her lips twitched. They both broke out into laughter, but when they stopped, he was still hard. She reached her hand out, fingers stretching toward the bulge in his underwear. His face was suddenly serious. His brows furrowed. "I don't think..." he trailed off as she made contact, her fingertips sliding so softly over the length of his cock. He shivered. She leaned over, pressed a line of kisses where her fingertips had just been. She felt his cock throbbing beneath her lips. His belly twitched when she made contact with the bare skin just above his underwear. "Liza-" "I said I wanted to make you feel better," she said. "Yes, but-" "Let me make you feel better." Her eyes pleaded with him. She tucked her fingers into the waistband of his underwear, felt his cock pushing against them to be free. "Liza, please..." She waited for him to say "don't," but he didn't. She pulled his underwear away from him, watching his cock spring out, and slid them down his thighs. She gripped his cock, pointing it upward toward her face. She licked her lips nervously, bending over his hips, keeping her eyes on his face. "We shouldn't-" he said softly, breaking off when she kissed the tip of his cock. She watched him watch her slide her tongue around the head of his cock and then slip it into her mouth. Jason let out a shuddering breath, and finally lost the battle to keep his eyes open. Liza's head bobbed up and down, making soft wet noises as she sucked in, gently. When she pulled away, Jason made a quiet protesting sound that faded into a groan as she squeezed his cock firmly. She leaned down, licking a long, wet line over his testicles, feeling the skin shift and pull against her tongue. She stroked his cock smoothly as she sucked first one testicle, and then the other, into her mouth, rolling it around and sucking on them. She felt them tightening, and Jason gasped out, "Liza, I-" "Shh, it's okay," she said. She sucked him back into her mouth, flicking her eyes back up to his. His eyes seared into hers. She felt his hand stroking the back of her head, and the taste of him flooding her mouth, so hot. She swallowed, letting his softening cock slip out of her mouth, nuzzling the hollow of his hip. Suddenly, she didn't want to look at him. She turned away, pulling his underwear back into place, and sliding his jeans back up over his legs. His hand on her thigh made her turn, and he was smiling, though he didn't really look happy. "C'mere," he said, and she slid up the bed closer to his head. He slipped his hand up her inner thigh to her panties, now more than damp. He dragged his fingernails over the crotch of her panties, and she shivered. "Down here," he said. She leaned down toward him, and then, the sound of a door slamming. She jerked away from him, an unwelcome blush rising to her cheeks. "Honey, I'm home," called Ronnie. Liza wiped her mouth hurriedly, and straightened her skirt. She leaned against the wall, trying to look casual. Ronnie came to the doorway and smiled, looking not entirely friendly. "Oh, Liza, I didn't know you were here." "Mmm," Liza replied vaguely. "Just leaving, actually." "You don't have to go," said Jason. "No, you don't have to go," said Ronnie, but her tone said, "Please go." Liza went. ----- Jason called her the next day, and for the first time, she ignored his call. He left a message saying he was up and about again, and he wanted to talk. She didn't want to see him. She knew what he would say. It was a mistake. They were married. It shouldn't happen, wouldn't happen again. She ignored him for the next week, too. The one time he got her on the phone by accident, she mumbled something about being busy, and hung up on him. She felt terrible. She knew she was punishing him for her own guilt and fear of being rejected. Her husband didn't seem to notice anything was wrong. He puttered around the house as usual, and when he found out he was being sent on a business trip, he didn't ask if she would be okay without him. He just packed his bags, kissed her absently on the cheek, and walked out. She was relieved not to have to make idle conversation around the dinner table, and then felt even worse for being relieved. Jason phoned again. She knew she couldn't avoid him forever, but she still didn't know what she wanted to say to him. He didn't give her time to decide. The day he finally came over, it was raining. Liza was trying unsuccessfully to work, then to read, then to eat. The doorbell rang, and her heart sank, even as its beating sped up. She looked through the peephole. It was Jason. "Liza, I know you're in there," he called. "In fact, I know you're at the door. I can hear you breathing." She was silent. She watched the rain dripping down into his hair, soaking the top of his shirt. "You're not going to just leave me out here in the rain, are you?" She couldn't. She pulled the door open with a frown. "Who told you to go out without a jacket?" She stalked into the hallway, and pulled a towel out of the closet. Jason took the towel gratefully, rubbing it over his hair. He looked ruefully at the wet shoulders of his shirt, and slipped it over his head. Her eyes were drawn to the hard points of his nipples, and she looked away. "What, you can't even look at me now?" he asked softly. She looked up, eyes filling with tears. "Hey now, none of that. You didn't think I came all the way over here to tell you off, did you?" "Why did you come?" He cradled her face in his hand, tilting it up, watching the tears spill over and run down her cheeks. Then he leaned down and kissed her, tentatively, at first just brushing his lips against hers. He deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue against hers, velvety soft, hearing the little sighs that escaped her. He put his arm around her, drawing her close so that their bodies were pressed together in a long line, kissing her like he wouldn't have another chance. When he pulled back, Liza looked a little dazed, and his cock was hard and aching in his pants. "The truth is, I've always thought you were attractive, but it never seemed like there was a good time to do anything about it," Jason was saying. "When you told me you loved me, after the accident, well, I haven't been able to keep my mind off you since. The other day, I didn't want you to do anything you'd regret." "And today?" "Can we go in the other room?" "Mm. Not my bedroom." She tugged him away from the direction he was heading, and toward the opposite end of the house, where the guest suite was. As she glimpsed the bed, she was suddenly nervous, but swallowed it and crawled onto the bed anyway. Jason lay beside her, lowering her to the bed, rolling on top of her. He was kissing her again, so soft, but this time, his hands were there, gently squeezing her breasts. Her nipples hardened instantly under his hands, and he tweaked them, eliciting a moan. She felt his hard cock bumping against her hip, and thoughts of what they could do flooded her with arousal. Then his hand slid into her flannel pajama bottoms, cupping her mound through her panties. She knew it would feel so hot on his hand. He ground his palm into her, and she shuddered. She felt herself getting so wet, and knew he would feel it, too. He slid her pajama bottoms down along with her panties, and parted her thighs, looking at her. Jason looked up, into her eyes. "I have been wanting to do this for a long time." He licked her in one long line, making her writhe. He used the tip of his tongue to circle her clit. Liza hadn't had a man go down on her in a long time, and the sensations felt so new. She had been feeling self-conscious, but the evident enthusiasm Jason had for his task wiped the rest of her doubt away. Tingling sensations radiated out as Jason sucked on her clit, his tongue pressing rhythmically against her. Then, a new sensation. Two of his fingers invaded her, rubbing against sensitive spots inside her. She blew out a breath and concentrated on the feelings building with her. Jason ran his tongue out, tickling the crease of her thigh. He returned to her clit with renewed vigor, and Liza cried out as the pleasure washed over her. Her hips pumped against Jason's hand, and he licked her until she had to push him away. With some urgency, Jason undid his pants, removing them and releasing his hard cock. Liza made to return the favor, but Jason shook his head. He pulled her upward, capturing her mouth in another kiss. She could taste herself, tangy, slightly sweet, mixed with the taste of Jason's mouth. "What do you want?" she murmured against his mouth. "I really want to be inside you." He grasped her hips, turning her around and pulling them upward. He slid his dick down over her sensitive clit and then with a jerk, pushed it inside of her all at once. Liza gasped at the sudden sensation. He kneaded her buttocks firmly in his hands, enjoying the way the soft skin felt. Jason leaned over, kissing Liza's back and neck. She had never before felt as if it was "making love" in this position. Men usually used the leverage of being behind her to slam into her as hard and fast as possible. But Jason, with his long, smooth strokes, caressed all the parts of her. "You are so beautiful, baby," he whispered in her ear, "and you feel so good. I can't believe I've been missing out on this all these years." He rested back on his heels, pulling her up with him and sliding his cock into her from below. He put his hands up underneath her shirt to cup her small breasts, rolling her nipples between his fingertips. Liza moaned, pumping her hips to match his thrusts until she was riding him, and he felt so deep inside her. Jason was kissing her neck, gripping her hips now to steady them both. Then he grazed his palm over her clit, grinding down gently until she cried out. "Look at me, Liza. I want to watch you cum," he said softly. At his words, something tightened low in her belly. She turned her head, meeting his gaze. He watched her hungrily, and she felt something inside her starting to let go. His palm was no longer making lazy circles, but pressing down on her firmly, causing fluttering explosions inside her. "Mmmm, Jason," she groaned. "Yeah, that's it," he encouraged. Her bouncing stopped suddenly as she slammed down on his cock one final time, feeling herself tightening around him. Her eyes were squeezed shut now as she called out his name. "Fuck, yes, Liza," he hissed, filling her with jets of cum. His hips jerked as he came, pushing his cock further into her and making her writhe in his arms. Liza slumped over, catching her breath. "Geez, Jim hasn't fucked me like that in years," she muttered. She felt hot all over as the thought of her husband. What would he say, if he could see her right now, pants around her knees, shirt pushed up over her breasts, Jason's cock softening inside her? "He won't ever again if I have anything to say about it," came Jason's voice behind her. "Ronnie left me, Liza, a couple of days ago. She said there was someone else." Twisting around, Liza looked at him in surprise. "Why didn't you tell me?" Massage Therapy "Ahh, because you would have wanted to talk about it, and I wasn't ready. Listen, I've done a lot of dumb things in my life, but the dumbest would be for me to walk out of here without telling you how much I love you. I want us to be together." "I can't just... up and leave Jim," Liza said, sounding uncertain, but in her heart she knew. Things were over between them, had been slowly failing for a long time, and neither of them had bothered to fix it. Just then, her phone buzzed. Pulling it out of the pocket of her pants, she was it was a text message from Jim. It just said, "We have to talk." She turned back to Jason, who brushed the hair back from her face gently. He kissed her again, and she felt his cock twitching against her hip. Oh... Jim could wait. Massage Therapy I'd been going to Susan for a couple of years, ever since my divorce. I had a standing appointment for every Saturday morning for some much needed stress relief. And before you go jumping to conclusions here, I went to her for nothing more than a nice relaxing massage. There was never, ever any hanky-panky so to speak. Not that I didn't get aroused on occasion. It was hard not to. Susan was well fit with a nice looking body, though I had never really seen it of course. Susan was in her late thirties to early forties, though I never asked, or ever would. Though even if she was a good ten years older than I was, she certainly didn't look it. Susan had incredible deep blue eyes with a thick mane of dark auburn hair that fell well past her shoulders. Though whenever she gave me a massage, she usually had it pinned up, so it was rare that I ever saw it down. She was tall too, easily close to six feet, a good inch or more taller than I was. Had she not chosen to become a masseuse, I am reasonably sure she'd have made it as a model. And though again I had never asked, it wouldn't have surprised me to learn that she had once done that anyway. Over the course of two years, we had gotten fairly close, as friends. And though I never saw her outside of her studio, our conversations became more and more friendly, perhaps even intimate in a way without ever crossing that particular barrier. As I already mentioned, it was hard NOT becoming aroused around her at times, even though her massages were meant to be relaxing, stress relieving and not erotic. I couldn't help it anyway. And I am sure she noticed on more than one occasion. After all, a small towel covering my groin wasn't much of a barrier. And more than once when she lifted the towel waiting for me to roll over onto my back, I am sure she'd chanced a sneak peek here and there. Which again just added fuel to some of my still secret and private fantasies about her. I honestly don't think that either one of us really realized the slow subtle changes that began to take place between us. And it's not like we really talked about them, or discussed them either. They just sort of seemed to happen along the way. Like the towel for example. I'd never really had a problem with nudity my entire life, so why I went with the flow of allowing her to place that small towel over my ass whenever I came for a massage, never really made much sense to me. Especially when she'd lift it and wait for me to roll over onto my back. Even not fully aroused, just doing that never failed to send shivers up and down my spine, wondering if she had looked, though I usually had my eyes closed for some reason as we did that. And then one day I climbed onto the table, naked as usual when she came in to the room. Immediately grabbing the towel and preparing to place it over my ass like she always did. "Don't bother with that today," I announced, surprising myself. "It seems to be a little hotter than usual for some reason," I said by way of explanation, though after having said that, I almost immediately realized just how weak of an excuse that must have been. It was the exact same temperature as always. Though thankfully, Susan didn't pay much attention to it, or even comment as she dropped the towel down, picking up one of her oils instead. As she poured a small amount into the palm of her hands and began working it, she asked the usual. "Any particular areas you want me to focus on?" She asked. A question she had asked me every time, but again...for some reason, my mind was focused elsewhere, no doubt because of the stupid white, little towel. I think I laughed, sort of. Not a big laugh, just a quiet little chuckle, but she heard it. "Wow, you seem to be in an interesting mood today," she actually laughed back, and actually smacked my ass cheek with the palm of her hand before moving up to begin work on my shoulders. "Naughty boy," she had finished, though nothing more was said, or even intimated, or suggested during the entire course of that day's massage. Even when I finally did roll over, thus fully exposing myself to her for the first time really, nothing was said, nothing was done, and nothing happened. And to my own surprise. I didn't even get a hard on. The following week started out in much the same way as always, with one minor exception. Susan usually wore a simple tee-shirt and shorts to work in. Something easy enough to allow her the freedom of movement she needed without constraints. Suffice it to say, Susan was rather well endowed. Not overly so, but enough so that there was more than one occasion when I'd actually felt one of her magnificent breasts pressing against me during our massage. Once more, never on purpose (as far as I knew) but enough so that I would lay there hoping for a repeat, though one usually never came. The difference today was, she was actually wearing more of a swimsuit top, though the same shorts, she usually wore. And though it was certainly far more revealing than any of her tee shirts that she wore, it wasn't too over the top there either. I'd seen bikini's that had a hell of a lot less material than her top did. It was just something about that extra hint of flesh that I hadn't seen before that seemed to do it for me for some reason. "I think you were right last week David," she told me. "I think it was hotter in here than it's been before. I even checked the temperature as well, so maybe it's the added humidity we've been feeling as of late." "Maybe so," I responded in kind. "We have been experiencing several thunderstorms lately, so you might be right." The fact I had actually been staring at her breasts didn't go unnoticed on her either. I had sat down on the table as I usually did, but when she turned to face me, I lay down on my back, instead of my stomach. "You want me to start with the front first then today?" She asked quizzically, as I just then realized my error. Sheepishly I smiled at her, already rolling over. "Or are you just in a hurry to get off...the table," she'd added, though I swear there had been the briefest of pauses in her comment when she'd asked that. Was she indeed teasing with me? As I mentioned, we'd grown close, close enough over time that we could sort of flirt, and tease without getting too intimate, or too serious about it. So something like this comment wouldn't have been that out of line had it not been for the fact that as she reached up towards my shoulder blades, I felt both breasts briefly digging into my backside. "No ah...hurry whatsoever," I responded back. "In fact, I do indeed have an area you can focus a little more on today," I informed her. "Oh yeah? Where?" She asked enthusiastically. It was a rare thing for me to actually point out a particular area for her to concentrate on. "Sort of in the small of my back," I indicated, actually reaching around to try and point it out to her. "Don't know what I did, or how...but it's been a little sore all week long." I felt her hands immediately go to the area, and softly begin working on my flesh, looking for any abnormalities perhaps as she likewise added a little additional oil to my back. I felt a trickle of it actually slither down between my ass cheeks, causing me to squirm just a little involuntarily. "Oops, sorry about that," she giggled in kind, as she went after it with her hands and fingers. She'd of course massaged my ass cheeks before, but I swear I felt her finger tips dive a little more deeply than normal down between my legs. I couldn't have sworn to it in court, as I may have very well imagined it as well, but for an instant, I thought I felt the tip of her fingers actually touch my balls as she searched out the errant extra oil she had poured on me. And this time, when it came time for me to roll over, I had a hard on. Not just a bit more fullness from arousal, a real full-blown erection. I was hesitant to even turn over, but I knew by making a scene of it, that it would perhaps make it even more awkward than it already was. And so all I could think of to say as I turned, was..."Sorry," likewise grinning from ear to ear like an idiot, and no doubt blushing a little as I lay there. Susan couldn't help but see it of course. But the professional, which she was, she still managed to defuse the situation a little. "No reason to apologize David. That's not the first erection I've seen when giving a massage, and I'm sure it won't be the last either." The thought of that had actually never occurred to me, until now. Susan had appointments all week long, so I was sure she had indeed seen more than a cock or two fully erect. Hell the way she looked, and the way she gave a massage, I was surprised I didn't have one every time I came to her. Though that appeared to becoming more and more frequent for me lately. More than once, I had had to will away a hard on before turning over, though this time had been virtually impossible, though I hadn't really tried to do so either. And what did that mean? Did I subconsciously actually want her to see me like that? "Close your eyes...relax." I tried my level best, but laying there with this thing sticking straight up in the air as she went to work on my calves wasn't easy. I didn't dare look of course, even when I was tempted to. Wondering if she periodically looked over at it as she worked. "Sorry," I said again. "It's not going away." This time she did laugh, openly. "Don't worry about it. Like I told you, not the first one I've seen while doing this," though she paused before actually adding. "But I will admit, it's the biggest, hardest one I think I've seen." Now my eyes did shoot open. What I had just heard her say went considerably beyond our usual joking and teasing. And...she was looking at it as she continued to work around my upper thigh now. "And don't laugh, but men aren't the only ones to get a little aroused either," she added to all this. "I've had more than one woman on my table who has gotten more than a little aroused as well." "How could you know that?" I actually asked without really thinking about it. "Well the most obvious of course," she said looking down at her own chest, though at the moment, her nipples remained well hidden beneath the material of her top. She almost looked disappointed upon finding that they hadn't made an appearance...yet. "But the other way," she actually smiled, "is even more telling. I have once customer that actually gets so wet, that I have to place a small towel beneath her ass because of it. We both know what's going on, we just don't talk about it. But I swear, somehow, someway, she usually has a mini-orgasm of sorts during the massage, though I never do anything to help that come about of course. She always wipes herself off afterwards, and then usually leaves me a little something extra after she leaves by way of a tip. So I usually know then that she's actually had one." "Holy shit!" I actually exclaimed, envisioning that in my mind, which didn't help my own particular situation any, as I now looked down and saw a small droplet of pre-cum oozing from my prick-tip. I nearly went for it, though with her currently looking into my eyes, there's no way I could have safely done so without drawing further attention to it, so I just let it finally drool down the side of my cock, hoping she hadn't seen it. "And a couple of guys have had orgasms too. But like I said, I didn't have a hand in either one of those, no pun intended. And both of them always had a towel on too, it wasn't until after I was cleaning up that I realized, and then saw...the towels had been cum-stained. So it happens. Perfectly natural she added to that as her hands seemed to glide up my thighs, just brushing past my balls, not quite touching them, but damn fucking close. She worked on my lower abdomen then, and then back down, changing sides as she worked my left upper thigh for a time, repeating the process. The problem was, I could not only see...but feel another little droplet of cum-drool seeping down the inside of my cock. And this time, though she said not a word about it, (though nor did I), I saw her hand sort of pass by, one finger seemingly gathering up that small bit of moisture as she passed, now adding it, and combining it to the rest of the body oil she was using. "So, same time next week then yes?" She asked, again as she always did, and as was always unnecessary. Like clockwork, she knew I'd be there. I sat up on the edge of the massage table, but this time as I glanced towards her, I noticed that her nipples were straining hard and erect against the material of her top. And likewise, her eyes had followed my own as she looked down at herself. And thankfully, she giggled, though somewhat nervously. "Never said I don't get a little aroused as well," she informed me, once more looking down towards my crotch. "So it's not all that uncommon that I usually have to take care of things afterwards," she openly admitted to me. "Just as I'm sure you'll have to do." This was indeed, the most intimate we'd ever really gotten with one another. Perhaps more than either one of us should have revealed, or even allowed. But after two years, we really were pretty comfortable with one another too. "Yeah, I might not even make it to the car," I tried joking back with her. As she in turn joked back, or as I thought she did anyway. "There is a bathroom right around the corner there," she reminded me. "I'd hate to see you in any pain on the way home." "Maybe next time," I responded back, not sure what else to say as I turned to leave, once more taking a look at her before I left. Her nipples were harder than ever. ** I showed up again as always for my Saturday morning appointment. After undressing and laying down, face down on the table, I heard Susan's knock just before she entered. I looked up in greeting. She was again wearing her same familiar shorts, but this time the top she had on, really was a bit more revealing. I couldn't help wondering if it really was a bikini top, especially with a bit of a Hawaiian print, and a hell of a lot more cleavage than I'd ever seen. "If this tops too revealing, just say so," she actually said. "My other one's dirty, and I didn't get a chance to wash it yet," she explained. "No it's ah...perfect," I spoke, trying not to leer at her as I said that. Though I noticed even as I turned away, her nipples seemed to be poking against the material already. And already, as I lay there face down on the table, I could feel myself becoming aroused from the get-go. I knew then, I was going to be leaving my own little puddle of moisture on the fresh sheets long before I actually turned over. "So...did you?" She asked as she began work on my lower back. And again, I swore I felt a slight touch of her breasts against me as she reached up towards my shoulders. "Did I what?" I asked relishing the sensation, and not really focusing on what she'd just asked me. "You know, take care of things before you got home. Or...did you wait?" I realized then she was actually asking me if I masturbated. "I'll tell you, if you'll tell me," I challenged, not really thinking she'd take me up on that, which she did. "Oh yeah, and pretty certain I was before you'd even reached your car," she giggled unashamedly. "Right here in fact," she added, and asked. "So? You?" "Well, I didn't do it in the car no," I offered. "Though I did have to make a major adjustment before driving home. Though admittedly, I was tempted yes. But...I did wait until I got home yes, so...there you are." "What did you think about?" She now asked as she continued to massage me, though I daresay, the way she was doing it now was far more sensual and erotic than the way she'd done it before. I didn't know what was going on here, or what to really think about it either. But I was getting damn horny here, which would soon become quite obvious. "What do you think I thought about?" I responded back, which I soon discovered wasn't actually quite good enough. "Specific's," she told me, adding..."and turn over." I turned, looking up at her as I did so. The look in her eyes a bit different than I'd seen before. It was a look of pure lust and arousal the way I saw it. "Really? You want me to...." "Yes really," she smiled back at me, and then reached around, unclasping her top. It fell away, though she caught it with her hands, still partially covering her breasts as that happened. I am sure my mouth was open. "But before you do that," she now added in a much more serious tone of voice. "I'm really pushing the envelope about what's allowed here," she stated. "So no touching, promise me. If I touch you, or allow you to touch me, and money's exchanged, this becomes something else entirely." "I promise," I think I said, though even now I'm not really sure, because it was at that exact moment she lowered her hands, removing the rest of her top as she did so. And when two of the most gorgeous, breasts I'd ever seen before, came into view. As I mentioned, Susan had fairly large breasts. They had a wonderful, sort of a teardrop shape to them, with fairly large, tannish colored areolas, and noticeably hard, thick nipples protruding from each one. Needless to say, I spent the majority of my time on my back as opposed to on my stomach, with my eyes wide open the entire time. And more importantly, I unashamedly told her, in fairly explicit detail what I was thinking about as I jacked off only moments after arriving home. I knew with out any doubt that I'd be doing the same thing again shortly after arriving home, as I also hoped she'd be doing too. Already looking forward to next weeks appointment, especially the way things had been going of late. Boy...was I in for a surprise. ** Susan came into the room. Wearing what she had usually always worn way back in the beginning. A modest tee shirt, shorts, and obviously wearing an athletic bra this time so as to ensure nothing would pop out because of it. Even her demeanor seemed different...distant. Her massage once again back to specific, and professional, just as it had been that very first time. I knew then that something was wrong, different, as she reached for the small towel to place it over my groin as I made ready to turn over onto my back. "What's wrong?" I asked instead, swinging my legs over the side of the table, sitting up. "Something's happened, so tell me. Did I do something wrong?" I asked worriedly. "No. Not you. Me," she said simply lowering her eyes, refusing to look me in the face. "I allowed my emotions and desires to get the best of me," she stated. "And I shouldn't have...not with you anyway. Things got a little too carried away last week," she reminded me. I almost gave you your money back David. It's one thing to give someone a massage and accept money for it. It's another, to do what we nearly did last week, and take money for it." "But we didn't do anything...not really," I attempted. "It's the not really part that I'm talking about," she said actually sitting down in a nearby chair now. I was in the middle of having an orgasm when I looked over and saw the money you'd given me for the massage sitting on the counter when it hit me. And I felt like..." "But you're not," I said interrupting her before she could say it. "No...I'm not. But I felt like it," she added finally looking up into my eyes. "And I knew then, that things were only going to escalate from there if I didn't put a stop to it now. "I've already bent, perhaps even broken a few rules now as it is, and I didn't need to add this one to the list either." Though curious as to what she had meant by that, I didn't press it. Now was not the time. But this situation between us was. "Susan, listen....you're not the only one involved here you know. I was enjoying it just as much, perhaps even more so. Hell, admittedly, I've been thinking about it all week long myself. But I hear what you're saying. And I understand. If you'd rather I not even come back, then just say so...and I'll go." Massage Therapy For the first time she looked at me with a worried look in her face. "That's not what I want either. What I want...is what we were doing. But I can't do that and remain a legitimate, professional, massage therapist now can I? Unless..." "Unless what?" "Unless you didn't pay me any more, anytime we do anything other than a straight, non-sexual massage. So, if you want or need a real massage, then you pay me, and that's what you get, with me dressed like this. Anything more...well, then that's separate and different. But no coin changes hands, agreed?" "Agreed!" I told her, meaning it. At least she smiled at that. "Ok then, so tell me. What kind of a massage would you like today?" She asked. I lay back on the table, my cock slowly starting to inflate a little. "If you wouldn't mind, I have an area I'd really like for you to focus on," I told her. "Oh? And where is that?" She asked as she reached down lifting her tee shirt up and over her head. "I've got this really hard, stiff place I think I'd like for you to work on a little," I said grinning at her, a bit wickedly. Susan finished removing her athletic bra, her magnificent tits and nipples once more making an appearance. Though it didn't end there either. "I can see that," she told me. "And I have just the massage to take care of that. A really special device I like to use for cases like this," she stated removing her shorts and panties at the same time. She now stood there before me entirely naked, just a small thin strip of dark hair above her otherwise bare mound. "And that would be?" I asked questioningly as though clueless. Susan reached over grasping my cock. Almost immediately a droplet of lubrication appeared, which she quickly gathered up with her fingers. I now watched as she actually applied it to herself, standing there next to me, spreading her legs, and then her pussy with her fingers. She was already wet, so that dollop of lube she'd taken from me wouldn't have added all that much. So it wasn't that so much, as just the thought...and the action as she now climbed up onto the table with me. "Ok, close your eyes, and try and relax. I'm gonna be a while," she smiled. ** There was no fucking way I was going to keep my eyes closed. The moment I felt that soft silken cunt of hers ease down over my rigid cock, I was all eyes and all hands at once. Almost immediately, I reached up to grasp her twin peaks, capturing her nipples between my fingers, already hard as I gently pulled on them. "Oh fuck harder, pull on them harder!" She told me, which I did, as she simultaneously slammed down, impaling herself even more deeply on my shaft. She would then grind against me for a moment, before slowly, teasingly pulling herself up, her hand on my chest, pinning me and ensuring that I remained where I was. "Don't fucking move!" She warned, fucking me as she wished, which I was only more than happy to accommodate. Once more she groaned, urging me to again pinch and roll her nipples between my fingers as she slammed down on me, a slow, teasing, almost mind-numbing process that she repeated over, and over again. When at last the tempo of our coupling intensified and remained steady, I knew then that we both were headed off into orgasmic land, which we coincidentally arrived at together. I felt Susan's pussy literally clench itself around my cock, as though milking it. Which she did. I felt the juice of my own climax leap from somewhere deep inside my balls, escaping in what felt like torrents of cream as my cock exploded in spasmodic throbs that didn't seem to want to decrease. And it was almost as though she could feel each and every one. Her pleasured groans of sweetness capturing each one, until finally we both lay in a tangled heap upon the massage table, drained and satiated beyond anything I had ever experienced before. ** I had just finished getting dressed, smiling as I stuffed my money back into my pocket, though feeling a little weird even as I did that. Things obviously had forever changed, and what that meant, where it would now take us, remained to be seen. But there was still considerably more to this particular story, that I wasn't even aware of yet. Unlike times past, Susan invited me to sit at her kitchen table, where we shared a cup of coffee together. Another sign of a changed intimacy between us, not counting the obvious. "The one thing we do need to change," she began. Is your standard Saturday morning appointment. If you want to continue getting a real massage, then I'll keep that slot open for you. If not, I need to make it available to someone else." "I'll keep it," I told her. "But what about..." "For the other...just call me. I'll keep a special appointment schedule just for that," she winked and grinned at the same time. And though everything seemed to have been straightened out between us, there was something she'd mentioned earlier that I now felt I needed to ask her about. "Susan? You mind if I ask you something? Something you sort of briefly mentioned earlier?" She nodded her head as though she already knew what I was going to ask, which not too surprisingly, she did. "About what I said, bending a few rules, maybe even breaking some, is that it?" Now it was my turn to nod my head. "What was it that you meant by that?" I found myself asking. I couldn't help but wonder if she hadn't actually crossed this particular line before. Not that I could blame her for that either. I am sure with the number of men she'd given massages too, there was bound to be some sort of intimate connection made with them too, same as she'd made with me. "I have another customer, well actually, more like a friend now too," she began. "And sort of like this, what started out as a bi-monthly massage, turned into more of an intimate sort of thing." "Like us?" I questioned. "Well, yes and no. Sort of," she said, though I was confused by what she was trying to explain to me. Though she appeared somewhat confused by it as well. I decided to sit and wait patiently as she gathered her thoughts, and then once having done so, she took a deep breath looking across the table at me. "It's sort of the same, but different," she began. And in my opinion, her opening gambit wasn't any clearer than the first time. "I have another really good friend, sort of like you..." I swallowed, already fearing what she was about to say. I wasn't the only guy she was meeting like this. "She's been coming to me for years too," she continued, with me only then realizing she'd spoken the word, 'she'. "She?" "Yeah, she!" Susan confirmed, now looking at me quizzically, until she realized what it was I must have been thinking, to which she again laughed. "No, I'm not currently fucking anyone else...unless you think that two women enjoying one another from time to time is considered fucking. In which case, then I guess we are. We do sort of grind against one another whenever we're together, and use various toys and such. So I guess you could call that fucking technically if you wanted to, but I'm not currently fucking any other men. So does that answer your question?" "Well, it does, and it doesn't," I smiled back at her, using her same logic. "How about you explain it to me. Though would you mind if I loosened up my belt just a little while you do? My pants seem to be getting tighter again for some reason." Susan stood up, walking over to the counter to grab the pot of coffee in order to freshen up our cups. When she turned around, she had already lifted the front of her tee shirt up and over her breasts, once more exposing them to me as she returned to the table. "So do you want the long? Or the short version?" She asked. I stood up, removing my pants and shorts all together, along with my shirt. My cock already standing straight and proud out in front of me as I looked down at it, drawing her eyes towards it as well. "I think...the long, hard version," I told her. And then sat down again as she began telling me the story. ** In a way, it was a little similar as to what had happened to us. Only the woman she was telling me about, Helen, had been a good dear friend of hers back in high school. They had almost by accident met one day while Susan had been shopping. They had gone to lunch after that, where they caught one another up on their lives, as well as their careers. It was here that Susan had told her about her being a massage therapist. To which Helen immediately asked her if she could set up an appointment with her for a massage. Which of course she had done. Now the one thing Susan knew about Helen, from way back when, even before most women were even coming out about being gay and lesbian, was the fact she was likewise interested in women. Oddly enough, she had in fact gotten married as she'd always wanted to have kids, and had done so. Her husband had been well aware of her natural desires, and had permitted her certain entertainments from time to time, without even wanting to be apart of them. Which worked out fine with her. And then her husband died due to an illness. One would have thought it would have been easier for her after that, but if anything, just the opposite was true. Until Susan, which didn't even happen until much, much later, Helen hadn't been involved with anyone. Man or woman. Helen had gone to Susan for her massages over a significant period of time, until one day she simply announced she wouldn't be coming again. Susan had asked her why of course, to which she had openly and honestly responded, that she'd been constantly and continually fantasizing about being with her. And because of that, to continue to come to her, and lay there as Susan gave her a massage all the while thinking the things that she was, was something she felt she could no longer do, in all fairness to herself, and to Susan. "So was this the woman you sort of told me about? The one who you knew was having the secret little orgasms?" I asked. Susan nodded her head yes. "What happened next wasn't really something I had expected, or ever even intended to happen. To be honest David, I'd never even been with another woman before, not even during any experimental, or curiosity days back in school. I'm willing to bet I was about the only woman, who had never even kissed another woman, even back then when it came right down to it. So the fact I was pretty one side of the mind in thought about that, is perhaps what led me to being a bit more curious about it than I might otherwise have been. Knowing that Helen had desires for me, made me all the more curious about it, and about her. So we sat down and had a long deep chat about it. What came from that, was this. She has a life, a family which she loves, cares, and provides for. She's in an upper tier position where she works, that would not allow for a woman, especially in her position to have a relationship, especially an open relationship with another woman. She does better being a widow under the circumstances, right or wrong. But there it is. As such, she comes to me for her weekly release now. Her stress release if you will. And as such, no one thinks the wiser of it. And no, since I assume your already wondering and thinking about it, she doesn't pay me for it either. It's now nothing more than a friends thing. I do her a service as a friend, and from time to time, she helps me out as a friend as well. My business has grown because of her. Because of all the leads and introductions she's given me. Because of her, I now have the steady client list that I have, which pays well, and allows me to have a little more self time for myself because of it." At least now I did understand, and though our situations were sort of similar in design, they were indeed different. Susan continued to see Helen and give her the relief that she needed, and it was nothing more than that. Though admittedly, she openly enjoyed their time together too. "Mostly, it's all about getting her off. Pleasing her, or satisfying her needs. We don't always end up having sex together, that is in fact more of a rare occurrence than the norm, believe it or not. But we both sort of agreed to that over the course of time, ensuring when we did, that our relationship didn't turn into anything more than what it is now. Anyway, you need to be aware of that too, before you and I go any further with this either. And just so you know. I have every intention of telling Helen all about this the next time she comes in. I think that's only fair to her too, don't you?" I had no problem with that, and told her so. Though I think I showed her that as well as I stood behind her, fucking her doggy-style with her bent over her kitchen table. "So...do...you...enjoy...eating...pussy?" I asked, plunging in and out of her with each word. Susan laughed, groaned, laughed, and responded. "You really are a naughty little boy aren't you?" ** Three days later I had gone over to Susan's place in the evening, for one of our special appointments. She had met me at the door wearing nothing more than a robe. I had already told her that I was more than willing to give her a massage, if she was willing to walk me through it. To my delight, and hopefully hers...she was. I'd even brought along a pair of tight fitting shorts to wear, and a brand new clean tee shirt, though I wondered how long I'd be wearing either. She lay on the table as I began rubbing some oil into her. I felt like I was doing it more like at the beach than an actual massage, though she didn't seem to mind too much, obviously enjoying it as I amateurly worked away at her. "So...how did things with Helen go?" I asked, which was something I'd been wondering about ever since we'd seen one another the last time. I knew Helen had come over for one of her massages since that time. "Things went good," she teased, actually moaning a little, though I gave one of her cute little ass cheeks a not too friendly slap. "You know what I mean," I said, now soothingly massaging the area I'd just spanked. "What did she say?" "It wasn't so much as what she said, though we did indeed talk about it, so much as it seemed to make her hot. Needless to say, we had one of our more "rambunctious" sessions together." "Do tell," I stated, feeling my prick stiffening even more. "In specific detail," I added. "In that case, don't stop massaging me. The minute you stop, I stop," she warned. I took a moment to pour a liberal helping of oil all over her, and then began. As she did. By the time Susan was nearing the end of her story, I was leaking like a sieve. I think if I'd even touched my cock, briefly...I'd have climaxed, just from listening to her story. "...So now, she's laying there on the table, I've got my entire fist up inside her cunt, really pounding away at her. She's laying there twisting her nipples, and as I said, if you think my nipples are big, you should fucking see hers! Anyway, she's yanking and pulling on them like crazy, crying out in pleasure. I honestly believe it was one of the more intense orgasms she's ever had since we've been doing this. I mean I told her everything about us, everything we've done, everything we do...and it seemed to really set her off. Even more so when I told her that I had told you about how hot you got hearing about the two of us. That's when she hit it. That's when she really exploded. I think that really turned her on for some reason." It had sure as hell turned me on. I was as fucking hard as a rock, which was obvious. "I take it we're through with the massage?" She asked. "Unless there's some more story to tell," I informed her, cock throbbing...dripping. "I don't think you could last that long," she giggled. "And besides, I need this inside me now anyway." It was a good thing I went down on her first. I wouldn't have lasted very long otherwise. ** It was a week later when I'd actually gone over for one of my 'normal' regularly scheduled massages. Susan as usual, was likewise wearing one of her more normal outfits, though she had (for me) again bent the rules just a little, provided I didn't push things. She was at least wearing that more revealing swim-like top she'd worn for me back when all this began. "So? How'd it go?" I asked again. "Not sure I should tell you," Susan replied. "This is after all...a normal massage. Not one of my special ones. And it's not going to turn into one of my special one's either, which is what I'm afraid you'd want, if I do tell you what happened." "Promise. I'll behave," I implored her. "Yeah, right. That's what they all say," she responded in kind. "But...I will tell you, but only if you promise to keep your hands to yourself." "Does this count?" I asked, latching onto my prick. "David? I mean it. You get me any more horny than I am already, and you'll just have to leave and come back later tonight to hear the rest of it. And I'm not kidding either. So, which is it? Behave now and hear it? Or come back tonight and hear it while I'm fucking you." "Decisions, decisions," I responded, though there was no way in hell I was going to wait until this evening to hear what happened. "Ok, ok. I give in. I'll be a good boy...for now." "Well then," Susan began as she likewise began working on my back...professionally. "She thought, it might be kind of hot, if you were willing. And this is a BIG if David, IF you were willing to just come and watch. You wouldn't be allowed to speak, not to either one of us while anything was going on. And you certainly wouldn't be allowed to touch either one of us either," she added to that. But if you could do that, if you could agree to that, then Helen said she'd enjoy knowing, having you there watching us. It would in fact, actually turn her on that someone was. Especially with it being another man for some reason. So...could you do that? Could you agree to that?" To be honest, I didn't know. "Did she say anything about me not being able to touch myself while watching the two of you? Because if she did, then no. I don't think I could. That would be a bit too much to ask. So, if she's not ok with my being able to do that at least, then no. As much as I wouldn't mind seeing that, I'd have to say no to it then. So tell her. You tell her what my conditions are then." "I will," Susan said smiling, and then tossed me the small towel I usually used to wipe myself off with. "Hey, we're not even half way through the massage!" I complained, glancing up at the clock. "You didn't even do my front yet!" "If you want your front done. Then go in and take a shower. I'll be waiting for you in the bedroom. Oh, and one more thing, I'll only charge you half on the massage." "Gee thanks," I grinned at her, throwing the towel in her direction, but she'd already closed the door. ** I'd arrived precisely on time. Even taking some time off work in order to do this. Susan had let it be known when I was to arrive, not sooner, and certainly not later, or the whole thing was off. Helen had in fact agreed to my "self pleasuring" as she'd put it, without much argument, and then had in fact added another stipulation to all of this, which I had just now in fact, agreed to. "She wants to watch you cum before either one of us do," Susan informed me. "She's totally fine with the rest of it, whatever you wish to do while enjoying yourself, as long as you don't interrupt us or speak to us for any reason. Not to mention any touching. But she also said, you were free to walk around and such for a better look, though only again, as long as you don't get in the way. And then like I said, when you are close, and ready to cum, you're to tell us, so that we know, and so that she can see it when you do. Don't ask me why, or the reasoning behind it, she just insisted that was they way it was to be if you wanted to actually see the two of us together." Massage Therapy Once again, I didn't really have too much of a problem with all this, though I also wasn't at all sure what to expect either. Susan led me towards her studio. I knew that Helen was already inside waiting for us, though I had no idea as to what to expect beyond that. I knew there would be no introductions, and that initially, I was to simply take a seat and sit quietly as things got started. I'd more or less know when it was ok for me to do whatever I felt like doing to myself after that. We entered the room, and I was indeed somewhat surprised. Helen was still fully dressed, resting comfortably in one of Susan's oversized chairs that she kept inside the room for her customers to rest and relax in, prior to, or even after their massage. I knew that Helen and Susan had gone to school together, so that they were approximately the same age or so. But to my surprise, and to be honest, Helen looked ten years older than Susan did, more her actual age perhaps. The years had obviously been hard on her, her job perhaps, trying to raise a family on her own, and so on. She wore her hair short, yet stylish, not quite butch so as to indicate any sort of sexual preferences. Just more along the lines of what a female executive might wear. Even with several streaks of gray, or silver appearing in it, which she'd made no obvious attempt at coloring. And though she did indeed wear makeup, it wasn't overbearing, far more subtle and subdued than anything. And even her attire, a well fit, yet business like suit seemed to complete the picture of a well dressed, well respected, very mature looking business woman. To see her like this, one would never have guessed at the seething, sensual, almost decadent woman that was hiding inside. I took a seat. Not even acknowledging her presence, nor did she mine either. Only smiling as Susan approached her, the two of them kissing as friends, cheek to cheek. Once more, nothing there to suggest anything beyond friendship. This was certainly going to be interesting. Susan now stepped around behind Helen, helping her with her suit jacket, removing it, and then placing it upon a hanger, hanging it. She repeated the process with the woman's dress skirt as well, and then shoes, finally leaving her to stand there in nothing more than a non-sexual looking bra, and white cotton brief panties. Short of actually looking like, or appearing as 'granny panties' as they were called. Susan again unclasped the bra, Helen allowing it to fall down off her chest where Susan caught it. Only then reaching up to actually massage, and scratch at her own breasts, now free from their confinements. To my surprise, I actually felt my cock lurch just a little. Helen actually had fairly nice looking tits, though they admittedly sagged just a little. But truth was, I found that actually alluring than most perhaps. They sat heavy against her rib cage, even as she lifted them again, as though inspecting for any tell-tale marks left behind by her too tight-fitting bra. Susan now had her sit, slowly and then gingerly removing her panties, along with the knee-high nylons she'd been wearing. I noticed she was in no hurry to do this, removing each one slowly, even deliberately as she did. And as she did, I saw too that Helen sat watching me, almost expressionless, which was a bit unnerving, even confusing. She was a hard woman to read. At last however, once she was entirely and completely naked, Susan once again stood, leading her over to the massage table as she climbed on top of it. Once she had done so, Susan now began removing her clothes, even taking a moment to nod in my direction. A signal I now knew, meaning I could remove my clothes as well, if I really wished to. I figured there probably wouldn't be another time I could do so, unless I did it now. Which I did, just as Susan herself finished undressing. She soon walked around to the opposite side of the table, which gave me a total and complete unobstructed view of everything. She poured some oil into her hands, and onto Helen's body, and then began what I knew to be one of Susan's very, very sensual massages. "How's that feel?" Susan asked as her hands glided over the woman's somewhat flattened out, but still bulky breasts. They were slick, and slippery with oil by now, and I could easily hear it as Susan made it obvious in her manipulations. Something that Helen obviously enjoyed hearing. "It feels nasty," Helen responded in kind. "I like the sound my tits make as you caress and play with them," she added to that. "It sounds like lots and lots of wet slippery pussies doesn't it?" She questioned. "It sounds just like your pussy, and mine, when they're sliding against one another," Susan teased, now running her hand down between Helen's legs where she spent a moment or two, obviously finger-fucking her, once again making more sound as she did, making it obvious. "Put another finger in me," Helen told her. "Finger-fuck me, stretch me," she moaned, and then added. "Does David's cock stretch your pussy?" She asked. "Do you like the way it feels going in?" "Yes, yes it does, and yes...I do," Susan said actually looking over towards me as she said that. Though so was Helen. "Is it hard?" She asked. "Let me see it." I spread my legs, removing my hand. I sat proud and firm. Though Helen didn't give indication either way whether she had liked that or not. "Another one. Put in your hand," she begged. "Fist me baby, fist me. Put your fucking fist up my fucking cunt!" I could hear it as Susan did so. Helen obviously was a juicer. She didn't really need any help getting that way. "Are you getting nice and wet thinking about David's cock? About fucking it?" She asked. "Yes, very wet. I'm getting very, very wet thinking about it. Thinking about David's hard stiff cock!" Susan actually moaned. I noticed then that Helen had indeed dropped one of her hands, her fingers now worming their way inside Susan's pussy as she stood there. "Tit fuck me now!" Helen demanded. "Bet he can't do that to you now can he?" She asked. "No...he can't," Susan said almost apologetically, though without looking my way. Helen scooted herself towards the edge of the table now, her legs once again spread as she held them up like that herself. "Tit fuck me," she asked again, as Susan cupped one of her own breasts, placing it against Helen's wet juicy cunt. I watched as Susan rubbed it, pressed it, and then moved it up and down, almost furiously against the woman's cunt. She was delirious with pleasure. "Sit on my face! Sit on my face!" She now demanded with much urgency. And once again, Susan complied, waiting for Helen to move back up further onto the table as Susan scooted up herself, finally lowering her pussy over Helen's face, but not before placing what appeared to be a rather good-sized glass dildo in the woman's hand. I now watched as Helen slid the toy into herself, and began working it, all the while obviously, and with much relish, licking and sucking away at Susan's cunt. Admittedly, I sat there stroking my cock. There was no need for additional lubricant for myself. I was making plenty of it, and even went so far as to stroke it in such a way that they both could hear me doing it. Maybe it would piss her off, make her mad, but I really didn't much care. Nothing had been said about me making any cock-noise, so I continued. To my surprise, it seemed to intensify Helen's pleasure however. "Can you hear that?" Helen spoke, actually taking the time to turn her head off to one side to look at me. "I can hear his cock juice," Helen said again. "He's getting horny watching us, listening to us, isn't he?" She asked to no one in particular, though she now indicated that she wanted to do something else. "Time to fuck you, and you fuck me," Helen announced. Obviously they had done this before, so it didn't take much by way of adjustments to get into the all to familiar position they enjoyed while doing this. I was a little surprised however that they could still manage it on the massage table. It was a lot sturdier than I thought. Now cunt to cunt, legs crossing over like scissors, they pressed themselves against one another, slipping and sliding together like that, humping one another. I stood up for the first time, once again not quite sure how this would be received, though I recalled Susan saying I could in fact walk around. So I did so, wanting a closer look, stepping towards the table, though not too close, not wanting to invade whatever invisible barrier existed. "Oh, he likes that doesn't he? He likes seeing our hot, wet cunts pressing together doesn't he?" Helen continued. "He can hear them squishing against one another too. I can still hear his cock juice in fact, same as he can hear ours. I wonder...can he smell us as well. Can you smell our nasty, stinky sweet cunts rubbing together David?" She asked, though I had no intention of answering of course. To which she even seemed to smile as I made no effort in responding to that. Pleased by that perhaps. "How'd you like to cum, to squirt all over our cunts while we're fucking one another? I bet you'd like that wouldn't you?" She asked, actually looking at me as I stood there fisting my prick, jacking it now with wild abandon. "Tell him Susan, tell him. Tell him what you'd like to see him do," Helen almost pleaded. "Squirt for us baby," she now asked, her eyes full of lust as she continued to grind and hump her own cunt against Helen's. "Shoot your hot, stinky, nasty, messy sperm all over our pussies baby. Cream them for us. Make a nice, huge mess of us," Susan asked me. I was honestly surprised at the decadence of all this, the almost too vulgar looks on their faces, the sights and sounds of it all. I felt the first purge of white hot semen suddenly leap from the tip of my cock, and as though perfectly planned for and choreographed, I likewise watched it shoot across the short distance between where I stood. The first two streamers of spunk landing perfectly, the fur bulls-eye sitting there, now displayed with globs of cum, clinging to it. Something that seemed to spur Helen, and then Susan on even more than before. My final spending, falling far short now of course, mostly on the edge of the table, or even the floor. It mattered not. For at that moment, I now saw and witnessed something I had never seen before. And up until now, had only heard of. Helen's cunt seemed to liquefy. To my astonishment, I watched as several, almost clear liquid spurts of fluid shot from her cunt, literally drenching the two of them. Helen's climax was both loud and long, as well as wet. I couldn't believe the amount of fluid that could be shot from inside a woman's pussy. It was hot, wild and weird all at the same time. Helen had in fact collapsed, moving just enough that it became uncomfortable for Susan to continue to lay there as well. She moved off, now standing off to one side, her face still flushed with arousal and desire. I knew without even asking, she herself hadn't cum yet. Helen seem to know it too as she finally sat up, once more moving back over towards the chair. Though she stood behind it, patting at it. "Come here Susan, sit down," her tone of voice more like an order as opposed to a suggestion. And that's when she looked at me. "Come here David. Come over here, kneel down and lick her pussy." Susan looked at me. "You don't have to David. That wasn't part of this, it's not something that you have to do, especially since Helen..." I didn't let her finish. I walked over instead, smiling up at Helen, and then kneeling. "I'm actually quite looking forward to this," and then I ran my tongue and lips up Susan's sweet tasting pussy, eventually capturing her precious clit between my lips until she was screaming out in pure, unadulterated pleasure. ** Helen had left not too long after that, leaving Susan and I alone together, discussing everything that had just happened. "Well, admittedly, that was wild. And a bit unexpected. It certainly wasn't like anything I was expecting either." "So...you're ok with that? With what happened? What we did?" "Of course I am. I didn't see anything that really freaked me out. Surprised me maybe, but nothing there that I haven't a hundred times fantasized about. Though the breast-fucking thing was a new one for me, something I hadn't really thought about before until now." Susan laughed at that. "Hell David, it's pretty much all new to me. Like I told you earlier, this is a first for me in more ways than one. But as long as you're ok, that's what's the most important to me, after all, I'm not sure how long things will continue between Helen and I, but until it's just time for it to end, or when things fizzle out for whatever reason, you need to be aware that I still want to continue with it." "And us too?" I asked. "Us too," she smiled. "Now how about we go and take a shower, and then fuck like mad." "Actually, I think we should fuck like mad, and then take a shower, and then fuck like mad again. How's that sound?" "Even better," Susan grinned leading me down the hall towards the bedroom...by the cock I might add. ** Once again several days later, I had come over to actually sit down for dinner with Susan. Things were taking a new and interesting turn between us, and I didn't mind it at all. "See Helen recently?" I asked. "No, not since the last," she answered. "Though we did speak on the phone yesterday," she said with a hint of mystery in her tone of voice. "And?" "Well, obviously we talked about stuff. You know. I think she also wanted to make sure that she and I were still ok, all of that. She did say that if things between you and I got serious, and if she needed to bow out of things, that she hoped we'd let her know." Hearing that surprised me, though in a strange way, I was pleased to hear that. "What else?" I knew even before asking that, there was more. "She also asked me something. Asked me to ask you about it, see what you had to say about it." "About it? I knew Susan was dragging this out for some reason, though I didn't know why yet. "Well, she was wondering if...well, if...you'd be willing to let her, watch us." "You're shitting me!" I exclaimed. "Really? She wants to watch us fuck?" "Yeah, she does. Even I was surprised by that. But she also said, it was only fair, whatever rules you had for her, she'd abide to as well. She just asked that we'd think about it, and then let her know, either way." "My rules right?" "Our rules," Susan corrected. "Yeah, I meant that. Our rules. I guess we'd need to decide what then huh?" "Yeah I guess so." "What if they were sort of, kind of different rules though. Would she agree to that?" "I guess that depends. Where are you going with this anyway? What is it you have in mind exactly?" Which is when I more or less laid it out for her. Though I agreed to more than one suggestion or change that she had in mind too. ** "So, what did she say? Did she agree to it?" I asked Susan after she'd had a chance to meet with her. And meet with her, she did. They had spent almost an entire afternoon fucking one another silly in ways that even I couldn't quite comprehend. I guess you'd have to be there. "She agreed. Totally and completely. No conditions. In fact, she's quite looking forward to it. As am I." I smiled at that. This was apt to be fun. Even better than anything, that had happened so far by my way of thinking. Once again, I arrived at Susan's home, and then invited upstairs to her massage studio. Helen was already there as had been prearranged so I had some expectations of what I would find upon entering the room. Susan had already done her part before I got there. Helen was naked, bound and sitting in a chair across the way. Her tits were bound as well, Susan had managed to wrap several coils of soft thin rope about her tits, which were now swollen almost purple. Each of her nipples likewise clamped in addition to that. Susan had also fixed some sort of brace between Helen's legs so she could not close them, for any reason. And then the best part as far as I was concerned, was the remote controlled vibrator that for the moment at least, was inserted but sitting quietly inside Helen's pussy. Susan and I took our time undressing one another, not really paying any attention to Helen at all. I stood there in the middle of the room with a raging hard-on as Susan dropped to her knees there in front of me and began sucking it. "Do you like watching Susan suck my cock?" I now asked actually looking at her. Seeing her squirm a little in obvious discomfort was interesting. Her breasts again so swollen they looked almost painful, though Susan had assured me she loved having them bound that way. Helen nodded her head yes. "No, say it. Don't just nod your head at me." "Yes," she managed in an almost breathless tone of voice. "Yes what?" "Yes, I like watching Susan sucking your cock!" "Would you like to suck my cock Helen?" Her eyes went wild, she shook her head no frantically for a moment, saying it as well. "No, I wouldn't. Not that!" "Then I guess you really don't want to see Susan sucking my prick then do you?" "No...I do," she managed, squirming a bit more even. "Maybe I should stop," I warned. Once again her eyes almost pleading as I said that. "No, no...I don't want her to stop. I want to watch it. I do." "Would you just lick the tip if I promised to let Susan continue sucking me?" I asked, "Or maybe I should put your blindfold on while she does it instead." There was a black scarf tied around her neck for possible use later, and which I now threatened her with in using. The thing was, I had promised Susan that I would not force Helen into doing anything she wouldn't normally do, or want to do. But I had said nothing about suggesting it, or even hinting that I might. Once again Helens had a wild concerned look to them, though to my surprise, she nodded her head yes instead. I let her off the hook however, even catching a look from Susan when I did. "Maybe later then. Right now, I think it's time for me to return the favor. Would you like to watch me licking her pussy?" This time Helen nodded again in obvious excitement. "Then say it Helen, say what you want to see the two of us doing...remember? Maybe we'll even turn the vibrator on for you for a bit, would you like that?" "Oh yes, yes I would. And yes, I want to watch you eat Susan's pussy," she added, again squirming, almost as though she was trying to get some sort of stimulation out of the silent, unmoving vibrator currently buried deep in her pussy. I had Susan lay down on the soft carpeted floor, right in front of where Helen was sitting. I knew she'd be able to see very clearly as I spread Susan's legs, crawling up between them. I even spread her pussy with my fingers, giving Helen a clear tantalizing view. Susan's moisture already glistening, her pink lips slick and wet with her own juices. "Hmm, she's already nice and wet," I said unnecessarily as I ran the tip of my tongue up and then down that sweet furrowed groove. "You can turn it on for her," I told Susan, which she then did, though also on the lowest possible setting." "Is that better?" Susan asked. "Can you feel it inside your pussy?" "Yes," Helen acknowledged, though you could again tell by the way she squirmed that she really wanted more. "Do you like watching David lick me? Eat me? Don't you wish you were doing this?" Susan moaned deeply, her own pleasures betraying her as she reached up to fondle one of her own breasts, likewise tweaking her nipple. "Bet you wish I was pulling on your nipples right about now, don't you?" Helen had been nodding her head yes, and saying the word almost constantly. "Ask her if she'd like having her clit licked with the vibrator inside her," I asked. Massage Therapy "Would you Helen? Would you like having your clit sucked?" "Oh yes, fuck yes!" She nearly screamed. "Even if I was the one sucking it?" I now asked looking up from Susan's cunt, her juices clearly showing on my face. Once more Helen hesitated, looking at me, and then actually nodded her head yes. "You're forgetting," I reminded. "Yes, yes...even if you were the one sucking my clit, my cunt. Yes. I would like feeling that, especially now!" I grinned, and went back to licking Susan's sweet quim. "You can turn it up a notch," I offered, still licking, as Susan did so. The impact of which was immediately heard as Helen groaned even more deeply, audibly letting us know she could feel the added pleasure. Susan was in fact already hovering on the edge, but I didn't want to take her over it just yet. So I pulled back, bringing her up with me as I did. "I think it's time to fuck her now don't you? While you suck on her tits a little," I then added, seeing the surprised expression on her face. Obviously she hadn't really expected that, contact...any contact at all. "Would you enjoy doing that? Sucking on her tits while I slid this nice hard cock of mine in and out of her soaking wet pussy?" I then whispered into Susan's ear as we made our way over closer to where Helen was sitting. "Let her get close, but don't allow her to actually capture one. Not until I say," I told her. "You're really a very evil, naughty man. You know that?" She answered back as we now stood in front of Helen. "Ok, lean forward a little," I told Susan, knowing she was still well out of reach yet. "I'll slide my cock into you first, and then we'll move a bit until Helen can suck on one of your tits." Helen even tried leaning forward some, but she was too well bound to the chair to move much. Susan now bending forward, her magnificent breasts dangling there invitingly, swinging to and fro a bit as I slowly slid in and out of her. "They're still out of reach!" Helen complained, still straining. I moved the two of us another inch or so. "How about now?" I asked, as I picked up the tempo a little, Susan's breasts now gyrating a bit more wildly. Even if they had been in reach, it was making it virtually impossible for her to capture one. "No, I can't...I can't," she moaned almost desperately. "Hold one up for her," I told Susan. "But only to the point where she can just reach it with the tip of her tongue." Susan did that, as I slowed my strokes in and out of her, the sound of her liquid juices however becoming readily apparent even then. Susan held her own breast, inching forward, Helen in her chair, mouth open, and tongue waggling wildly waiting for the contact. "She got it," Susan said at last, feeling the brief slight touch of Helen's tongue on the very edge of her hard extended nipple. "Let her have more of it," I relented, as Susan leaned forward now so that Helen could indeed wrap her lips around Susan's thick nub. I slid into Susan forcefully, the sounds of our coupling becoming even more pronounced. "Can you hear that Helen?" I prompted. "Can you hear all that hot wet fuck juice as I slide my hard fat cock in and out of Susan's cunt?" "Oh fuck! Yes! Yes! I can hear it!" Helen exclaimed. "I can hear Susan's cunt juice as you fuck her. I want to see it, see it please!" She now begged. Susan and I turned to one side so that Helen could have an even better look, though that of course took Susan's tits away from her for the moment. She didn't seem to mind though, her eyes now transfixed on my cock, glistening with Susan's cream as I slowly pulled out, all the way, allowing Helen to see my hard swollen, likewise purplish head before shoving it once again deeply inside Susan's cunt. "Do you like that?" I now asked. "Do you like the way it looks, and sounds going into her?" This time Helen didn't even hesitate. "Yes I do. I like seeing that, I like watching you fuck her. I love seeing her cum on your cock," she added hotly. Once more Susan turned up the control on Helen's toy. It was nearly at full speed now, and I could see even from where I stood, a great deal of moisture seeping from the woman's cunt, already beginning to soak the towel on the chair that Susan had placed there earlier. "Would you like it if I were to fuck you?" I asked. "David!" Susan cautioned, about the only time she had really done so. But I was keeping my promise, and would continue to do so. "Don't worry Helen, I wouldn't do it, not unless you really wanted it, I was just asking. But you do enjoy watching it though yes?" "Yes, I do enjoy watching," she breathed with some degree of difficulty. It was obvious that she was getting closer and closer to orgasm, ready or not. "I like seeing it and watching it...and I like seeing you cum," she freely admitted, though that notion was still yet odd to me. Why she would, and obviously did. "How about if I was to squirt all over Susan's back then when it's time? Would you enjoy seeing that? Would you like cumming with us when I do?" I ventured. "I know how much you enjoy having your nipples twisted when you orgasm. Would you like to have Susan doing that to you when I start squirting?" "Yes, yes. Fuck yes!" She thrashed against her restraints. "I want to see you cum all over Susan's ass!" Even Susan was getting into it now, already close as well. I felt her reach down between her legs, and new damn well she was frigging her clit with her fingers, something that never failed to bring on her orgasm when I was doing her like this. Sure enough, I felt Susan convulse, and then felt her pussy contract, almost like a vise, squeezing my prick as I fucked her. She screamed, her cry of delight filling the air, almost triggering my own climatic bliss. "Go ahead baby, grab her tits now," I cried out as well, my own orgasm only moments away now as I pulled out all the way, now fisting myself. Helen's eyes glued to my cock as I did so, Susan's fingers now pulling, twisting almost violently on Helen's hard thick nipples as she groaned. In seconds, I was spurting, one enormous ribbon of hot wet spunk leaping from my prick, lashing Susan's back like a whip as I placed several criss-crossing trails of semen upon her. Helen cried out now as well, her face almost as purple as her tits still were, a fountain of clear fluid suddenly escaping, forcing it's way out and around the still deeply embedded vibrator she had strapped into her. "Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" She cried out over and over again. As the three of us shortly thereafter collapsed. ** Susan soon after freed Helen from all her restraints. I had gone for refreshments, returning moments later now wearing a robe, more for Helen's sake than anything else. "So, we still ok?" Susan worriedly asked. "Definitely," Helen assured us both. "That was actually more erotic for me than I realized it would be. Even with David's somewhat teasing threats." "You do know I wouldn't have done anything," I once again reassured her. "But you obviously did seem to be enjoying the thought at least, that I might try and do something...or am I wrong?" Helen walked over, suddenly dropping down to her knees there in front of me. In the blink of an eye, I felt my cock suddenly surrounded by her mouth as she gently sucked on it. "Well I'll be damned," I said looking down, and then over towards Susan, she too with a bemused, surprised look in her face. ** Due to my work schedule and a trip out of town for a few days, it was nearly two weeks before I'd gotten a chance to see Susan again. I had actually gone over for a real massage, badly in need of one. "Heard anything from Helen?" I asked curiously. We really hadn't discussed much since that time, though I knew she and Susan had spent one evening together at least since I had left. "Same ole, same ole," she grinned, though I could again tell there was more to all this than she was letting on at the moment. "And?" "And...she actually did enjoy herself, more so than she thought she would, which we of course talked about considerably." "And?" "And...she suggested, which I had already been thinking about, that now the two of you have had a turn at doing something a bit wild and kinky, and that maybe it was my turn perhaps." "Oh really? So it would be Helen and I doing things for...or to you then? If I get your drift?" "Sort of," Susan said. "I did tell her about a few things I would like. And she's seriously considering it." "Like what?" I asked anxiously, now damn curious in fact. "Sorry, she hasn't actually agreed to anything yet. She told me she needed to think about it. I'm in fact expecting to hear from her any time now." As though planned, Susan's cell phone rang. She turned walking away to answer, speaking though I couldn't hear anything being said. Moments later she approached me, smiling. "How's tomorrow night sound?" It sounded...interesting. -The End- Massage Therapy Sarah heard a strange ringtone in her purse. Fishing out her phone, the 19 year-old glanced at her caller id – RICK. Confused she hesitantly answered. "Hello?" A deep male voice responded "Deb? Rick here. I know we made an hour appointment for 6, but something came up. Can we move it up to maybe 2 or 2:30?" Deb? SHIT! She must have grabbed her mom's phone by mistake! "Um... yeah, that's no problem. Let's do 2:30. See you then." Sarah hung up before he could say anything. So much for looking for a summer job, she turned around and headed back to her car. She glanced at her watch; she should be able to get home and give her mom plenty of time to get to massage parlor. But when Sarah arrived home, she was dismayed to find it empty. Maybe mom had taken Sarah's phone by mistake too! Her mom's ringtone floated down from upstairs. Aw hell, Sarah thought, her mom was going to kill her. She knew money was tight despite the fact that her mom tried to downplay it. But filling out college loans and scholarships for college had made her all too aware of how hard it was to stay ahead of the bills. Nervously she waited around, hoping each small sound was her mother coming home. It was almost 2, where could she be? Suddenly, she felt butterflies in her stomach. What if she was already there? Sarah jumped in her car and hurried over to the small office suite her mother rented out. Her heart sank when she pulled into parking lot without seeing her mom's car. Hoping against hope, she peeked into the door stenciled "Jade Lotus Massage Therapy." Sadly, it was dark inside. "Um... excuse me." A deep voice said behind her. "You are not Deb." Sarah turned and saw a man in light purple dress shirt and gray slacks. He had glasses, brown eyes and a shaved head. She guessed he was in his late thirties and in good shape though too old to be any interest to her. "You're Rick?" At his nod, she said, "I'm..." A sudden flash of inspiration hit her. How hard could it be? "I'm a new therapist." "Nice to meet you." He shook her hand. "I thought I heard your mom say she wanted to find someone to help out." He gave a little chuckle. "You must be right out of school!" "Guilty as charged." Sarah turned and fished around the key ring, looking for a key. Please let it be on here. The first strange key one didn't work, but the second one did. "Sorry I'm running a little late." She led him down the short hall to where the two massage rooms were located. "Why don't you get settled in the room to the left and I'll be right with you." Rick nodded. "Thanks." Nervousness fluttered through her stomach. Her mom had practiced on her many, many times as she made her way through massage therapy school. After the divorce, her mom had wanted to get a job with some flexibility and without a college degree her options had been limited. She should be able to do this right? She tried to remember how much her mother charged for a session. 60? 70? She didn't want to appear unsure. Though if Rick was so much a regular he was in her mom's phone then he should know. Right? Still feeling a little nervous, she grabbed the bottle of lotion and walked into the room. Whoah! Rick was lying there, completely naked; he hadn't covered himself with the towel! His head moved slightly and she heard a muffled. "Hi." As she stepped closer to the table, she couldn't see any way to easily get the towel out from under him. Nervously, she turned on the CD player and new age music began to softly play. Taking a deep breath, she shrugged and began to move her hands lightly over his back, letting him get used to her touch. She squirted some lotion and began to dig in with her fingers. "Do you like it hard or soft?" "Um... kind of in between." Sarah gave a soft laugh. "Alright, let me know if it hurts." "No, that feels excellent." Her eyes trailed back to his ass... it was pretty cute, a little hairy though. And it wasn't like she hadn't seen a naked guy before. In fact this year, she had seen quite a lot of David before he became an asshole and she dumped his ass. He had liked having sex with the lights on. She had been unsure at first, everything in high school had been done hurriedly and in the dark. Slowly, David had coaxed her to truly take her time and really discover her own body. She had avoided the freshman fifteen and her breasts had even filled out a little more though she'd never catch a guy's eye with her cleavage. Her fingers finished along Rick's neck and shoulders and she used her elbow to move from neck to waist in multiple patterns. Her mind drifted back to David. She remembered how he was the first guy to go down on her. How he turned on the light so he could identify how perfect each part of her body was and then he kissed, licked or even bit... her neck, her breasts, her nipples, her belly button... She had so desperately hoped he was going to lick her but was afraid to ask. His mouth on her hip, her thigh... and then when his tongue finally teased up and down her pussy. Rick groaned. "I'm sorry! Was that too hard?" "No, that was a groan of pleasure. You have a great touch." Sarah smiled. This was turning out great! "Thank you." She moved back up and began working on one arm and then the other. She let her hand trail down his body as she moved down to his legs. Feet always kind of grossed her out so she skipped them, hoping he wouldn't say anything. After working on the right calf, she moved up his hamstring. Mischievously since he wasn't wearing the sheet, she wondered just how far up Rick would let her go. Her fists worked into his hamstring and then soothing the touch with finger rubs on either side of his thigh. Further and further up, she moved until she reached his ass. She saw him clench for a second and then relax under her touch. Firmly, she rubbed his right ass cheek. Oops! Her legs bumped into his arm. His hand gripped her lower leg and she felt goose bumps ripple up her legs. Quickly, she stepped back. How clumsy! How amateurish! She moved down and started to work on Rick's left leg. She was more careful when she got up to his thigh, but again she felt his arm brush her leg. She shifted, but his hand stayed on her. She started to finish up his leg when his hand grabbed her ass! Sarah opened her mouth to say something when Rick murmured. "Man, your ass is even better than Deb's." Shock shook Sarah! Her mom's ass?! Furiously, she tried to comprehend the implications of this. Rick must have taken her silence for assent as his hand began to truly knead her ass, cupping one cheek and then the other. Fingertips even dipped to her inner thighs every so often. Mechanically, her hands continued even as her thoughts raced. What all had her mom done? Rick's ass moved under her hands and he moaned again. He asked. "Time for the flip?" "Uh... yeah, sure." Sarah said. Her eyes widened as he turned onto his back and a full erection sprang into view. He was thicker than any guy she had been with and it reached up to his belly button. She tore her eyes away and saw him staring at her. The teenager felt her cheeks redden in embarrassment and moved to rubbing his legs again. His hand moved back to her ass moving back and forth. "You like what you see?" She smiled and nodded. "It certainly is a big one." He grabbed her wrist and gently moved her hand over to his cock. Instinctively, she grasped the shaft and began to stroke it. It felt warm... very warm. "Oh yes..." Rick whispered. "Any chance you'd take off your top?" Sarah shook her head. "Maybe for another thirty?" Sarah laughed and shook her head again. "Fifty?" Her heart leaped. Fifty bucks for just showing her breasts? She tried to keep from blushing even more as she shrugged out of her shirt. She hesitated and then unclasped her bra. Here goes nothing. She returned to the table, her eyes cast downward and unsure where to touch him. She could feel her nipples get rock hard. "Wow," he exclaimed. "You have a beautiful pair of tits." "Not too small?" she hesitantly met his eyes. "I've always thought they were too small." "No... yours are perfect." His hand touched her left nipple. "I love how pale your nipples are... barely darker than your skin." His fingers moved to encircle her entire breast, caressing under it before moving to her right breast. "Don't forget my little guy." Sarah smiled and grabbed the lotion. She squirted some directly on his cock and grabbed him at the base. Her fingers barely closed around it! She began moving up and down, spreading the lotion around. She hadn't just jacked off a guy since sophomore year of high school. Kurt had been so grateful and so quick. She had barely touched him when he came! After that, he was constantly begging for hand jobs. Quick strokes in his basement or hers. She even stroked him in the park once. "Oh yeah...Play with my balls." Surprised, Sarah moved her left hand below his shaft. She had never really done much with testicles. Guys always seemed happy with her holding, sucking, or fucking their dicks. They were larger than she expected maybe almost the size of eggs though not as wide. She rolled them in her palm. "Gently, gently." Her right hand continued to pump his cock as her left carefully massaged his balls. "Oh... that feels good." His hand continued to grope her breasts, occasionally tweaking a nipple. It felt nice, but that wasn't why she was beginning to feel warm between her legs. It had been five months. Five long months since she had touched a cock. The last time her and David had had sex, it was just after Valentine's Day. David had gone down on her for the longest time, bringing her to orgasm and languidly licking her as she drifted back down from her climax. He kept murmuring how good she tasted. How wonderful her pussy was. How he loved licking her. She just lay there enjoying the tiny waves of pleasure and his warm words. He then lay on the bed and had her climb up on top and ride him cowgirl style. She was facing the bathroom when she heard a sound and saw something move behind the door. Phil, his roommate, was watching them fuck! She turned to her boyfriend and saw he was looking over at the door with a smile on his face. David knew about it! She grabbed her clothes and rushed out. He had tried calling her to explain, but she didn't want to hear it. She had been so fucking pissed at him! It was only at the end of the semester when Sarah awoke from a dream with wetness between her legs. She had been dancing naked while a circle of men watched, eyes blazing with lust. Sarah realized that she hadn't been upset with being watched, but the betrayal of trust by David. Sarah turned and met Rick's eyes. His eyes hungrily taking in her tits. She liked him looking at her body. She gently tugged his balls and he moan in response. He was lasting so long! Every so often she'd rub around the head before moving up and down the entire length of his cock. She pumped faster. "Yes!" He hissed. "Fuck yes!" She felt his balls tighten and he grabbed her ass hard. A moment later, warm come started to spurt out. Three, four, five spurts splashed over her fingers. She slowed and felt his manhood shrink and soften. Turning she grabbed a few Kleenexes and wiped him clean. "Alright then, get dressed and I'll meet you outside." She gave him a quick smile and walked out the door. Her knees shook as the full weight of the encounter crashed upon her. She took a deep breath. Wow! She went over to the small fridge and got out a bottle of water. The door opened and Rick came out tucking in his shirt. Sarah smiled and handed him the water bottle. "I hope everything was to your satisfaction?" Rick smiled. "Definitely." He handed her some folded bills. "This should cover it. I put a little extra in because you are so sweet. I'll ask for you next time I call. What's your name?" She hesitated and then spouted out. "Willow." She shook his hand and locked the door behind him. The college student counted the money – a hundred and thirty dollars! The heat between her legs demanded release. Sarah went back into the room and kicked off her pants. Hopping onto the table, she grabbed the bottle of oil. Fervently, she began to rub her clit. Usually she thought of one fantasy or person when she masturbated. But now, all sorts of memories crowded her mind. That time in the park with Kurt. Her first time touching a cock. The night summer air, warm and humid, they sat on a park bench. She playfully stroked his dick through his shorts until he whipped it out and begged her to finish it. Wetness began to leak between her fingers. Sean begging her to give him a bj and the sensation of the head passing through her lips. The musky scent that filled her nostrils and the realization that she kind of liked giving head. Goosebumps pricked her body as she crested the first wave of pleasure. The first time she had sex. Ryan had looked so handsome in his suit for the dance. At the post party, they barely talked about it as the couples went off into different rooms of the house. She lay on the bed as they fumbled to stick his dick into her and how it wasn't until the second time that she began to feel pleasure. She was close, so close! David, shit-head David her ex-boyfriend, how the first time he entered her, he did it so slow it seemed he touched her deeper than any cock possibly could! How she saw Phil's face transfixed on her body as she rode David's cock. Yes! A rush of pleasure bordering on pain coursed through her body! The violent climax left Sarah gasping for air. Slowly, ever so slowly, she felt her body relax. She moved around the room, cleaning everything up as she caught her breath. By the time everything was straightened up, she felt like herself again. It was only as she was locking up that Rick's final words hit her. How was she going to explain to her mom about Rick's appointment? What would her mom say when he asked for Willow?!? *** *** *** *** The argument with her mom did not go well. When Sarah brought up that she took Rick's session, her mom's shocked face lost all color. "W-w-what exactly happened?" "What do you think mom? He wanted me to jack him off!" "What? How could you?" Her mom exploded out of the chair. "What were you thinking?!?" From there it devolved into a yelling match until Sarah stormed up to her room and slammed the door. An hour later, boredom began to set in, but Sarah couldn't handle facing her mom so soon. So she began checking her social blogs when she wondered what type of info was out there on happy endings. Shocked she found far more that she ever believed! Pornos around the idea of erotic massage, social boards, stories... it was all overwhelming. Then she came across a blog by an anonymous masseuse. The woman laid out everything from common lingo to her own experiences. Sarah avidly devoured the info. Only then did she realize how dangerous it could have been with Rick as she really had no idea about what she was doing. At least he didn't rip her off! The money he paid her had been about the right amount. She wondered how long her mother had been involved with all of this. Maybe she even kept a blog?? All that information sizzled in her mind as she finally drifted off to sleep. Any idea that her mom might reconsider the next day was immediately disabused. Sarah's mom plopped the want ads and keys by her cereal bowl. "Today you are going to job hunt until you drop." After a frustrating morning and afternoon where the only job Sarah was able to even set up an interview for was with the local fast food restaurant, she definitely felt smoldering resentment begin to build. Not only was the pay shit at the restaurant, the college girl shuddered at what working there would do to her complexion. She realized she was coming up to her mom's spa. Maybe she could vent to her mom and it would help patch up their earlier argument. As the nineteen year old turned into the strip mall, she spied a familiar figure – her old high school science teacher – Mr. Light! He had just walked into her mom's spa. Did HE get the special treatment?!? Sarah bit her lip as she wondered what she should do. Curiosity finally won out and she parked the car. She kept a careful eye on the clock. Fifteen minutes later, she peeked into the door of the spa and made sure it was clear before slowly unlocking it. She moved silently over to the door and put her ear against it. She could make out the classical music playing but couldn't hear much else. This was useless! Maybe she could find a glass to put against it... The door swung open and she stared in shock at her mom. She the realized her mom was topless! As her shock faded, she then she realized that a naked male lay on his back and sported a very thick erection! Mr. Light! Luckily, the nineteen year-old was out of his line of sight, but her mom was shooting daggers with her eyes. She grabbed Sarah's arm and pulled her into the other massage room. "What are you doing here?!" She whispered. Sarah averted her eyes from her mom's naked torso. She always knew her mom was more stacked that she was, but hadn't realized just how much. Her breasts jiggled with each angry movement. Embarrassment turned to anger. Her mom was topless and still talked down to her! "I had wanted to talk with you about jobs." Sarah crossed her arms and sat on the table. "I'll wait until you are done." "Not on your life – " "Everything ok, Deb?" Mr. Light's voice floated in. "Just a second." Sarah's mom called out in a light hearted voice. She turned back and glared. Snatching a bottle of lotion from off the shelf, she hissed, "This isn't over. Don't move from here!" As the door closed, Sarah let out a nervous breath. So much for sneaking in. Still her suspicions were confirmed. She wondered how long Mr. Light had been coming here. She could visualize his thick cock erect against his stomach. She felt a flutter in her stomach. Maybe she could listen in... The college girl tiptoed across the room and slowly opened the door. She had just stepped into the hallway when she saw a man at the front door! He was about to ring the doorbell when he saw her and waved. Sarah nervously smiled and returned his wave. She watched him standing there, they made eye contact a few times, and then she realized that he was waiting for her to let him in. Sarah glanced at the closed door her mother was behind. She didn't want to knock and chance her old teacher seeing her. She took a deep breath, walked quickly over to the door, and opened the door. "Hi there," She smiled. "Uh...hi." The man looked around and hesitantly asked, "Is Deb here?" Sarah noticed his nervousness and felt a wave of confidence flow through her. "She's in a session. Did you have an appointment?" "N-n-no." He ducked his head and smiled. "I was hoping to drop in." Sarah looked him up and down. He looked to be in his upper twenties, maybe thirty. Cute, in a slightly nerdish type of way, and clean cut. "What's your name?" "Ben." "Have you been here before?" He shook his head. She smiled and showed him the empty room. "We have opening for a half hour. Would that work out for you?" At his nod, she showed him into the empty massage room. "Get comfortable, and I'll be back in a few minutes." She stood out in the hallway nervously looking at the other door. Her mother must have heard something, but she obviously didn't want to stop the massage a second time. Or maybe she was at a time where it would be very bad to stop! A naughty smile scrawled across her face. She gently knocked and walked into the room. As expected, Ben was naked on the table without a towel. What was unexpected was that he was on his back and not his stomach! Massage Therapy "I left the money on the counter over there." He smiled at her and then averted his eyes, obviously nervous. She glanced down, his penis was tiny and leaning to the left not even close to being erect. A quick count of the money revealed that he had overpaid by sixty dollars. She put the money in a drawer and walked over by his head. Leaning over so her boos were over his face, she let her fingernails gently rake over his skin. "I guess someone didn't want to waste any time, huh?" "Well, we only have a half hour..." He gasped as her nails moved further down to his hips, just missing his groin. Sarah saw his cock begin to twitch and grow slightly. He wasn't circomecised and his head barely peaked through his foreskin like a budding flower. She looked down at him. "You like that?" He opened his eyes and nodded. She reached back for some lotion and moved around to the long side of the table. She rubbed her hand together, half expecting Ben to ask her to take off her shirt. But he was silent as she moved her glistening hands around his stomach and thighs. With each pass, she moved closer and closer. His cock was growing, Sarah was surprised at how much. It wasn't as thick as Rick's had been, but just as long, maybe longer. Remembering her session with Rick, she moved her hand down and worked Ben's inner thighs. Slowly, she worked her way up and rolled his testicles with her left hand. He groaned and his cock twitched. The college girl felt a familiar twinge, excitement fluttering in her stomach. Sarah trailed her finger nails up and down his shaft a few times before grasping it firmly. He was ROCK HARD! She moved up and down with her right hand as her left continued to play with his balls. She nearly jumped as she felt his hand on her leg. She felt her face heat up from embarrassment. She shouldn't haven't been surprised... Rick had done the same thing. From what she had read on the internet, groping was expected. Ben's hand moved up her leg to her ass and gave a squeeze. A powerful thrill coursed through her body and Sarah leaned against the table for support. The young woman glanced at the door. Had she heard something? Her mom might be done with Mr. Light's session, but surely she wouldn't interrupt! She wouldn't want any bad word of mouth. Still, best not to waste any time, she started to stroke faster. His hand became more aggressive as well. He kneaded her ass a few more times before he went under her skirt. She was only wearing a thong so his hand got plenty of flesh. She heard a quick intake of breath and looked down. Ben was staring at her, eyes full of lust. She smiled in return and whispered, "Your cock is so hard baby..." He smiled and remained locking in eye contact with her as his fingers teased under her thong and slid down. She started to step away but remembered how horny she had been after massaging Rick. There'd be no time for that with her mother waiting. The nineteen year old stepped back from the table. She had to stifle a laugh at the disappointment on Ben's face. But she didn't step away from his touch, instead she turned so she was facing him. His hand following her movements, trailed from her butt across her hip and now rested on her front thigh. She felt herself leak in anticipation. His eyes asked a question as his fingers explored under her panties. She smiled in response and felt his fingers move down and dip between her legs. She saw his eyes widen... she was so wet! His finger dipped into her easily and it rubbed against her clit. Little sparks of pleasure caused her to sway slightly. Sarah took a deep breath and began to stroke him faster. A quick twitch was all the warning she had before his cock began to spurt. Slowly down, she milked that last of his come out. His finger slipped out of her and Sarah let out a moan of disappointment. She glanced over at Ben and saw him staring at her. "Wow, you really get into this." Sarah's cheek flushed hot with embarrassment and lust. Ben bought his hand up and sniffed his finger. Deliberately, he slid it into his mouth. "That tastes wonderful." He grabbed her hand. "Why don't you climb up here and sit on my face." Sarah felt a pull of desire but she glanced at the door and shook her head. "I can't. Don't want to get into trouble." "Anything I can do to help out?" Impulsively, she grabbed his hand and guided it back between her legs. Ben smiled and she felt his finger slide up under her skirt. His finger once again found her pussy. He slid one finger in and then a second. It felt so full. He moved in deep and she had to grab the table for support. "You like that don't you?" She nodded. "Say it." "I like – oh!" She started to say before his fingers push in deeper. "I like it." She felt a twitch and looked down in surprise. Ben's cock was growing again. She had forgotten she even still had a hold of it! She firmly grabbed his cock and stroked, feeling to expand in her hand. "What do you like?" Ben asked. "I like..." She felt his fingers push deeper inside of her. "I like your fingers..." Sarah braced herself against the table. She felt pleasure build, each thrust pushing her closer, closer to the impending orgasm. "Yeah, just like that..." Pleasure grew white hot. "Close..." The wave building. "So close..." The teenager could feel her legs tremble. Ben's fingers ignited pleasure. "Yes..." Sarah's orgasm crashed through her! "Yes!" Sarah closed her eyes to better feel the pleasures course through her body. She barely registered the warm spurts from the cock she was still stroking. Ben's fingers slowly slid out of her after one last press on her g-spot sending a shiver of pleasure through her. She kept her eyes closed, trying to hold onto the last vestiges of pleasure. But Ben's voice broke through, "That was incredible." Shaking her head, Sarah opened her eyes and reached for a towel. "We need to get you cleaned up." As expected, her mom was standing in the waiting area as she showed Ben out. Sarah showed him out and turned slowly, dreading this confrontation. "So I guess you are determined to defy me." Sarah took a deep breath. "I did try to job hunt, but I got nothing – no interviews at all. And then this guy was at the door." She finally met her mom's gaze and was surprised to see her smiling. "Tell me what happened in the session." Shocked, Sarah gasped, "Mom!" "Sarah, if you are old enough to do these things, you better be old enough to talk about them. Now, spill." As the young woman recounted what had happened (well, leaving out what Ben had done to her), her mom's expression went from amused to concern. "Honey, you need to approach this more carefully!" She was silent for a long moment. She grabbed her daughter's hand and pulled her into the massage room. "OK, if you are going to work here, we need to go over some rules." Sarah felt a thrill of elation! "Tonight, you will enroll in some massage courses! We also need to discuss how to act with customers and 'extras'." Sarah leaned forward, excited about the new opportunity. *** *** *** *** "My name is Will and yes, I've been here before." Sarah smiled up at him before returning to the computer. A Will popped up in blue font. "Without an appointment, we only have time for a half hour massage. Is that ok?" At his nod, she stood up and showed him to a private room. "Come follow me." The massage went smoothly though he did try and rub his arm against her leg a few times. She moved away quickly but not interrupting the massage. Her mom had been very firm to give no extras or even a hint of extras if the name appeared in blue. In five weeks, she had made some very good money and even had a few men who requested her. Rick had been in two more times and asked for her.Of course, it hadn't been as crazy erotic as her first session with him though it was still fun and she knew how to turn him on. And most sessions had been downright shitty. One fat guy even farted in her face! After Will, there was no one scheduled. Sarah sat at the counter and pulled out a huge textbook. Her mom had made her sign up for a couple of summer classes for massage therapy. Sarah hadn't realized that there was so much memorization to get certified in massage! At least her mom had been more understanding. The door chimed and Sarah looked up. Mr Light met her gaze and immediately averted his eyes and blushed a deep crimson. "Oh, hi Sarah, I was looking for your mother." "She's away for the weekend." Sarah fidgeted nervously with her pen. "I could take you." "You're a masseuse?" Now it was Sarah's turn to blush. "Well... not yet, I'm in training." The high school teacher cleared his throat. "It's not a good idea... I should go." "Please Mr. Light?" Sarah inwardly cursed herself for reminding the man that she was his student. "I need practice hours for my class." Her former science teacher hesitated. "Please?" Finally he nodded. With her heart pounding, the nineteen year old showed him to one of the room. "I'll be back in a few minutes." Nervously, she got together the lotion and towels. How far did she want to go? A shiver of excitement coursed through her. She realized she did want to see just how far she could go with her former teacher. Sarah knocked softly and at Mr. Light's assent, she stepped in. He had the towel draped over his ass which caused her to smile. Her mom's "special" clients didn't do that when she took care of them so he must be expecting a more typical massage. He was in for a shock! As she moved to his head and started working on his back, she said. "Let me know anything if it's too hard or too soft." He chuckled. "Sure thing Sarah." As she moved lower down his back, he gave a low groan of pleasure. Rather than move to the other side of the table, Sarah leaned over, pressing her body against his. She wished her boobs were bigger so she could he would feel them against her back, but she was encouraged that he didn't move away from her. As she worked his back, she concentrated on getting him relaxed to her touch. She moved to the small of his back, fingertips moving just under the towel. The young woman was tempted to tear the towel away, but wasn't sure how Mr. Light would react to that. She moved down to his legs and resisted the urge to tease right away. Instead, she massage his calves, waiting for the CD to play 2 songs before she began to massage his hamstrings. Carefully, she moved to his inner thighs. She alternated between kneading with her hands and gently teasing with her fingernails. Up, she moved, up higher. Under his towel now and she brushed his balls! Mr Light lifted his head, and Sarah quickly moved back over the towel and kneaded his ass cheeks. Slowly the high school teacher rested his head back upon the table. Excited, Sarah hoarsely whispered, "Time to turn over now." In the dim light it was difficult to see, but Mr. Light looked up and appeared to be blushing. "Th-that's ok. I'm good." The nineteen year old fought to keep the disappointment from her face. "Please... I need to massage the whole body for the practice to count." "I'm not sure that's it's a good idea." "Steve," Sarah intentionally used his first name. He shook his head, "I really should get going." She grabbed the edge of the towel and held it up, looking away from the table. "Turn over Steve. We need to finish up and I'm not going anywhere until we do." "Ok, ok..." Sarah heard him turning over, but resisted the urge to peek. It wouldn't do to spook him now. As she lay the towel back over him, her gaze followed her hand and she could see a sizable lump under the cloth. Maybe he was as thick as she had imagined... Shaking her head, she moved back to the head of the table to work his shoulders. Furiously her mind raced. How could she seduce him? Did she tease him? Climb onto the table and straddle him?? She completed the shoulders and moved down to the legs. The bulge hadn't disappeared. She looked to see if he was watching her, but he appeared to have his eyes closed. She moved up the left leg, rubbing as high as she dared, fingers again just below the towel before moved back to his left foot. As she moved up to his left thigh, questions whirred. Should she hint she knew how her mother massaged him? A gentle kiss on his cheek? Fuck it! She swiftly reached under the towel and firmly grabbed his cock! "What?!" Mr Light sat up. "What are you doing?!" He grabbed her hand and tried to pull it away, but Sarah refused to let go. "Shhhh... I need to massage the whole body, remember? And this muscle is certainly stiff." With her other hand, she gently moved his hands away and began to stroking, loosening her grip slightly. The high school teacher opened his mouth, but Sarah shook her head with a smile. "Lie back, Steve. Lie back and enjoy." WIth a gentle shove, she pushed him back to the table. "I don't know about this..." His voice trailed off as she increased the tempo of her stroking. His penis was thick just as she had imagined, but also uncut which came as a surprise. Her left hand scraped up his thigh and played with his balls. A thrill of excitement flooded her body. She was stroking her high school teacher's cock! Mr. Light groaned and his manhood pulsed. Surprised, she felt warm come cover her hands. That was quick! She pumped two more times before grabbing a warm, wet towel. She carefully washed him carefully. "I can't believe that just happened..." He whispered, his eyes still closed. "Well I enjoyed it as much as you did." She finished up and stepped back. "Take your time getting dressed. I'll be outside." Sarah went to the front and sat down. Wow! She gripped the desk and pressed her legs together. She felt a tingle in response. She had seduced her teacher! He must've been very excited too to come so soon. The door opened and Mr. Light stepped out. "Well Sarah... I left the money in the room." Sarah jumped and and smiled. "Sounds great! Thanks for letting me practice on you." He blushed. "Um... your mother..." "Oh, don't worry about her. My lips are sealed." At his relieved nod, she couldn't resist adding. "I hope we can do it again sometime." He stumbled out causing the nineteen year old to stifle a giggle. She was so horny after that! Maybe she should close for the day and rub one out quickly. She glanced at her phone. It was 5:15, only 45 minutes left. She'd wait it out. She went back to the room to clean up. Mr. Light had left her $120! Smiling, she cleaned up thinking about what had just occurred. She touched herself through her yoga pants and a shock of electricity sparked! Oh yes, she was going to have a great time after work. Sarah was unable to concentrate on her homework,and so began looking through some erotica. She wanted to have a few stories ready to go when it was time to close. She felt antsy and checked the time again. 5:45. Close enough! The teenager stood to lock up when an older woman opened the door. "Hi there! Is Deb around?" Sarah shook her head. "Sorry, she isn't." "She'll be in tomorrow morning?" "I'm sorry, she's out of town for the weekend." "Damn, I was really looking forward to a massage from her." "Did you have an appointment?" The college girl returned to the desk and sat at the computer. "No, she is usually so accommodating. I guess I get spoiled by her. I am just in town for the night." "What's your name?" "Quinn." Sarah typed in her name and did a double take - it was in green! "I'll pay double." The nineteen year old looked up in surprise. "I know you close in a little bit so I'll pay double if you squeeze me in." The woman smiled. Sarah hesitated, still confused about how this woman appeared in the computer. Or were there two Quinns? Oh well, she could use the money and take care of herself later. "Sure, my name is Willow. Let me show you to a room." As she motioned the woman to the room on the right, she smiled trying to think about the money and not her body's needs. "I'll give you a few minutes to get comfortable." "Sounds great!" Sarah went back to the front and locked the door, flipping the sign to closed. It wouldn't do to get anymore customers at this point. She knocked softly on the door before entering. Quinn was facedown on the table, but without a towel! Confusion roiled in Sarah's mind. Her mom had been adamant about the importance of how keeping the side business of the massage business separate. She knew one of her mom's biggest fears was of word getting out and driving the women away. And here was a woman acting like one of her mom's special clients! She stepped over to the table and saw the towel was under the woman's feet. Shrugging and unwilling to move the client around, Sarah forgot the towel and moved to the head of the table. "Let me know know if I go too hard or soft." Sarah began to work the shoulders. "Mmmm... feels delightful." As Sarah moved to the lower back, Quinn let out a groan of pleasure. Her patient murmured. "You have a great touch!" "Thanks." She moved to start on the woman's legs. Quinn turned her head slightly. "Could you move further down? I could really use some work on my glutes." Sarah hesitated, but shrugged as she began to knead the woman's ass. At her touch, the woman's legs parted something that the "special" clients typically did. She looked over the prone body. She was probably about her mom's age and in excellent shape. From the firmness of muscle and taut skin, it was clear she worked out regularly. She was barely over 5 feet tall and had a pixie like frame. "How long have you been coming here?" "Years," Quinn smiled. "I discovered this place the day it opened and Deb has always been so accommodating." Nerves welled in Sarah's stomach. Was this woman hinting at something? Was her mom a lesbian? Bisexual? It had never entered the teenager's mind that her mom's was anything different the the typical suburban mom. The butterflies in her stomach continued to flutter as the college girl worked the woman's shoulders. She knew she was being silly. Even though she had only massaged men, shoulders were shoulders. Why should it matter? What had her mother done? Sarah pushed it out of her mind, as she continued to work down the body. As she reached the hips and butt, she couldn't help staring. The slight curve of hips of this petite woman was very attractive. "You like the view?" Sarah's eyes darted up and realized that Quinn was staring at her out of the corner of her eye! "Um..." "Why don't I turn over?" Before Sarah could say anything, she flipped over and settled down on the table. The woman didn't have much of a bust line, perhaps as compact as Sarah's own. But her areolas were a dark and the nipples! The nipples were maybe an inch long and erect. Almost of its own volition, Sarah's hand reached out and caressed the left breast. The older woman purred, "You can play with them." Sarah continued to massage the left breast, working her way to the nipple itself. It was strange and wonderful, feeling it give slightly under her fingertips. Nerves still rattled around, but Sarah's own lust was building. She moved her hand down, along the stomach, and then felt the woman's labia, warm and fleshy beneath her touch. She would get this woman off! Sarah slid one finger and then a second. It was a tight fit. Is this how she felt? She began moving her hand back and forth. How quickly would she come? She plunged faster. She looked up from her work to glance at the older woman's face. Shocked, she didn't see any lust there... just disappointment. Quinn heaved a sigh and then propped up on her elbows. "You don't have much experience with this, do you?" Massage Therapy Sarah felt acutely embarrassed, standing there, two fingers inside this woman who stared right into her eyes. She blushed and looked down. The older woman reached down and gently took the young woman's wrist, guiding the fingers out. "It's alright... it really is..." The college girl felt fingers on her chin, lifting her face until their eyes locked. "Would you like me to show you how?" Nerves and lust warred within Sarah. In a daze, she nodded. Quinn's smile brightened. "Great! Let's get those clothes off and hop on the table." "Oh, I thought..." The young woman began. "Nonsense, experience is the best teacher." Tentatively, but quickly Sarah took off her t-shirt and bra. She looked over to see if the other woman was getting dressed, but she stood there clearly admiring as Sarah disrobed. Before she lost her courage, the young woman pulled down both her yoga pants and thong in one swift motion. "Great, now lay on your back." The older woman caressed her arm as Sarah lay down. "Just close your eyes and pay attention to how I touch your body." Nervousness fluttered in her stomach. Was she really going to let this woman touch her body? Touch her body in such an intimate way? But she already knew the answer. Her body had been on edge since Mr. Light's session. Quinn hands ran lightly over her body from the bottom of her boobs to her knees. Sarah knew Quinn was getting the young woman to get used to her touch. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach and she gripped the edge of the table. "Relax." The older woman whispered with warmth. "Just relax and enjoy. We can stop any time you want." The client's hands stopped grazing over her body and began to dig into her right thigh, massaging her with a firm touch. Quinn moved higher and higher up her leg. Sarah subtlely widened her legs in anticipation of the woman working her magic, but to Sarah's surprise the woman simply moved to the other leg. Starting just above the knee, Quinn mirrored her actions from the first leg. Sarah wanted to squirm, but held still. The table creaked and the young woman's eyes flew open. She saw Quinn's mischievous smiling down at her. Instinctively she closed her legs. "No, no, no..." The older woman cooed. She gently but firmly pushed open the prone woman's legs. "Just relax..." Quinn's hands slid down from her knees to her thighs. "Relax and enjoy." Sarah nodded and closed her eyes. She felt her legs opened even wider, the older woman's nails gently raked up and down her inner thighs until Sarah once again relaxed. Then Quinn's hands started to knead in firmer and firmer along the inner thigh, getting closer and closer... A spark of pleasure flickered! A single finger brushed the lips of Sarah's pussy. Another touch, longer this time, tracing all around. Unable to help herself, Sarah raised her hips trying to keep the contact as long as she could. She felt herself getting incredibly wet. Another touch. Another sensation of pleasure. But different... soft and warm. A tongue! Sarah peeked down and saw the older woman's face just above her crotch. Their gazes locked as Quinn's tongue deliberately licked again. Ecstasy trailed behind and Sarah closed her eyes, blushing in embarrassment and excitement. She felt the woman lick more deliberately now. Starting at the very bottom and working up to her clit. Sarah's breath quickened. This woman was eating her out! Long slow licks, each one raising the plateau of pleasure. Then a finger slid in as the tongue began to attack her clit. "Yes..." Sarah hissed in pleasure. The tongue responded, moving faster in time with the finger. A beautiful counterpoint that raised the feelings of delight, building towards an orgasm. She felt the finger inside of her angle up and start hitting her g-spot! Each thrust, each lick brought her closer... Closer... "Yes!" A powerful orgasm shattered through her body! Sarah felt the finger slow, but still push in deeply, coaxing still greater feelings as it pulsed through her body. The tongue went back to licking her whole pussy again. Licking, tasting... Hesitantly, the college woman opened her eyes. Quinn gave her pussy one final kiss before sitting up with a huge grin on her face. "That happened fast!" Quinn shushed Sarah's protests. "I'm not complaining. That was a delicious treat." Sarah held her breath, tiny tingles of pleasure still twinkled through her body. Finally, she sat up and hopped off the table. "It's time to see if I am a quick learner." Quinn's smile widened as she lay down on the table. "I was hoping you'd say that." Sarah looked over her pile of clothes and shrugged. It was past the point of being modest. She moved down to the woman's legs and began kneading, slowly... ever so slowly moving up, now past the knees and up the thighs. She looked over and saw Quinn's eyes were closed and an expression of anticipation lighting her face. Sarah moved higher and higher, almost touching... She thought she could see a glistening of wetness in the dim light. Trying not to think too much, the young woman climbed onto the table and between the prone woman's legs. Quinn's eyelids fluttered but did not open. Sarah skipped over and gently trailed her fingertips along the woman's stomach. She leaned further and cupped the woman's breasts. Her breasts were smaller than Sarah's, but the nipples were long, much longer and defined then her own... Almost in a trance, her fingers encircled each nipple and pulled. Quinn arched her back. "Oh yeah..." The nipples grew firmer under the manipulations. Sarah was entranced. She hadn't touched another girl's breast since sixth grade when her friend Kelly and her desperately tried to see if their breasts had increased in size after doing bust exercises. Thighs clamped down on either sighed and Quinn whimpered. Had she come just from her nipples being played with?! Sarah resisted the urge to stick a finger in and check. Instead she slowly moved her hands down, along her stomach and hips, and pulled apart Quinn's thighs. Sarah raked up the thighs, closer and closer. She traced around the pussy lips. Quinn's hips raised up, but the younger woman still teased around. There was no nervousness now. Just excitement. Well, Sarah thought, here goes nothing. She leaned forward and tasted for the first time. Tartness tingled her tongue and she slid it in deeper. She heard Quinn groan. The taste was different, but nice. She slowly licked up until she reached the clit. The taboo scenario caused her body to shiver. Perhaps this was more than just nice! She licked faster, already feeling the wetness in response. Slowly she slid a finger in just as the older woman had done to her moments before. Sarah tried to mimic what she remembered and moved the finger in and out in time with her tongue. Hips bucked in response. She started to look up, but Quinn's hands grabbed her hair and pulled her tighter. "Keep licking me!" The woman's fingers intertwined with her hair and squeezed. The delicious pain/pleasure spurred Sarah to lick faster. Her finger searched for the older woman's g-spot. She felt a small bump rise inside the woman. Sarah's tongue found her clit and began moving side by side, just how she liked guys to do it to her. Quinn pressed her even closer, mashing Sarah's face into her crotch. Sarah found it uncomfortable and exciting at the same time. The moans grew louder and the hips bucked away despite Sarah's best efforts to keep licking. Quinn's pussy convulsed upon her finger and warm liquid spilled forth. Eagerly, the young woman continued to lick until she felt fingers release her hair and heard a hoarse, "That's enough lovely. That's enough." Sarah sat up and grinned at the euphoric expression lighting up the older woman's face. "Thanks for teaching me." The other woman reached out. "Come here." Sarah crawled up thinking the woman wanted a hug or kiss. But instead, the woman grabbed the teenager's thighs and pulled them forward. "You deserve a reward for doing such a great job." Quinn's arms circled both legs. "Sit on my face." Carefully, Sarah positioned herself over the woman's face and settled down. Another first! She felt Quinn lick and nibble her lips, each touch like a little shock of pleasure. She pushed down, demanding more than a teasing. The woman responded, plunging her tongue deep into the teenager. Sarah felt power and pleasure war within her. She could control the pace now... her hips gyrating again and again. Each time answered by a responding lick. She leaned forward and rested her hands against the edges of the table allowing her better control. Why hadn't she done this position before? She peeked down and lifted her hips higher up. She enjoyed seeing Quinn's lift her head to try and follow, tongue fully extended. She wiggled playfully before settling back on that wonderful, beautiful tongue. Sarah felt fingers dance up her thighs and then clutch her ass. She responded by pressing herself harder and harder against the mouth. She was getting so close. The wave of pleasure just out of reach, but closer, yes closer... A finger pressed against her ass! Firm against her and then slid in! "Oh my!" Instinctively, she pushed her ass out as the finger moved in time with the tongue. Pleasure sparked at the double sensation! "Fuck!!" Wave upon wave of pleasure enveloped Sarah. She felt as if her body was so alive, so sensitive! She could feel the roughness of Quinn's tongue. The full length of the finger inside of her. She couldn't stop grinding even as the pleasure danced toward the edge of pain. "Stop! Please!" Sarah collapsed on top of the woman inhaling shuddering breath after shuddering breath. She felt as well as heard Quinn's low laughter. "God, that was fun!" She slid from beneath Sarah and stood up. Before Sarah could follow suit, the older woman stepped forward and kissed her deeply. Surprise thrilled through Sarah, but only the teenager hesitated only a second before returning the kiss. She tasted herself as their tongues danced together. It was softer than a man, more teasing though perhaps that was Quinn. She began to feel a stirring of lust reawaken when Quinn pulled away. She turned and began reclaiming her clothes. Sarah hopped off the table, hurriedly put on her clothes, and stepped outside to give the woman some privacy. As she sat behind the front desk, the fullness of the moment began to crash upon her. She had had sex with a woman! A woman old enough to be her mom! And she had liked it. The nineteen year old revelled in her thoughts when Quinn stepped out of the room and walked towards the store door. She hesitated when she passed Sarah. "I can't stop booking with Deb." She handed her a business card. "Willow, I'd still love to see you when I'm in town again." Sarah smiled, "I'm off to college soon, but should be back home every so often." "Great!" Quinn returned to the smile before turning the lock and stepping outside. Sarah locked up the store again and ambled back to the massage room. She thought she could still smell the pungence of sex in the room. She saw a stack of bills left for her on the counter and smiled. This summer had been crazy! She'd be leaving for school with more money than she had hoped for and a new understanding of what she wanted to do... But for now, she hopped onto the table and lay back. Her hands snaked between her thighs. She still had some pent up passion to release. Fingers danced along her clit. She imagined Quinn's fingers playing with her as Mr. Light watched from the corner... Massage Therapy Part I: It was about 7:30 when Todd finally got back into his hotel room after a very long day full of meetings. The room was your standard Marriott; business class room with a king sized bed, a desk, lounge chair, small fridge and a large bathroom. It would suffice for the next two days, or rather nights. The days unfortunately were taken up with Convention duties. He had just returned from a nice dinner with colleagues and had declined a night out in the city with them; he told them he was too exhausted from the day's events and would definitely go with them the following night. Tonight he needed sleep....well that's what he told them anyway. He quickly threw his suitcases on the bed, and grabbed for the laptop out of his briefcase. His hands were actually shaking as he opened it up and placed it on the desk and plugged in the modem to the phone jack; he wondered the whole time whether he'd have the balls to go through with this. His heart raced in his chest as he logged on to his e-mail and found the reply to the message he'd sent very early that morning when he first arrived in the city. Part of him had hoped that the message wouldn't have been seen today so he'd be off the hook and wouldn't have to go through with this, but the part of him that caused the chills through his body, the same part that caused him to decline the invitation out with friends, knew that this is what he wanted to do tonight more than anything in the world. It was with that understanding that he read the mail..... Todd- I'm so glad you decided to contact me now that you're in the city. I'll bet your nervous as hell, but don't worry about anything. We're practically old friends, we've been chatting and cybering online for almost a year now. Remember the original offer was just a massage, it's my job after all. We don't have to go any farther than that. Call me if your still interested. I can be there within 30 minutes. Hope to hear from you, Jason Todd stared at the note for what seemed like hours. He and Jason had met in a "bi-curious" chat room months ago. He had been the curious one; Jason on the other hand, a massage therapist had plenty of experience and had been all too willing to share the vivid descriptions with Todd. By the end of their first hour-long chat, Jason had described in vivid detail the sensual massage he'd like to give Todd, kneading and then sucking every aching muscle on his body. By the end of the description Todd's smooth chest and stomach were covered with the sticky reward of his intense masturbation session. The two chatted many times since then and had even exchanged pictures. Seeing Jason had made matters much worse; while he wasn't generally attracted to guys, Jason's clean cut good looks, toned smooth body and impressive package (under boxers) only fed into Todd's curiosity. He hesitated telling Jason that he'd be coming to his home town on business, but again that part of him that couldn't let this opportunity pass, jumped at the chance to break the good news. It was that part of him that now picked up the phone and told Jason to come right over. Part II: Thank God the water pressure was good in this hotel and thank God the water was hot. Todd stood, back to the spray and leaned his head back under the forceful jets of water. He ran his hands through his hair, getting the last remnants of conditioner out . His heart was still pounding and his cock had been hard from the moment he stepped out of his boxers to get into the shower. He looked down at it now as the water pounded into his back. He ran his hands down his smooth chest and stomach and combed his fingers through the tightly trimmed brown pubic hair, this made his cock twitch just a bit. At full glory, he was close to eight inches and because he kept the base shaved and his pubic hair tightly cut, he felt he made very good "presentation". He was way too excited at the prospects for this evening and much too nervous. Perhaps getting off first would calm some of the tension. He poured some more conditioner into his right hand and rubbed it in circular motions over his shaft. This caused his breathing to quicken, he wouldn't last long right now, this was all too much for him. With his left hand he began lightly rubbing his smooth balls with his fingers and spreading his legs a bit, even worked his index finger into the crack of his ass to gently tease his hole. His breath quickened and he was moaning softly to himself....the image in his mind was one of Jason sharing the shower with him, standing nude right in front of him stroking his own cock in unison with Todd. There cocks would look so hot only inches apart from each other. He imagined the look in Jason's eyes as they signaled to him that he was feeling exactly the same sensations and that he wanted to cum at exactly the same moment. Todd couldn't wait another minute and he actually screamed out loud as the first blast of semen shot from his cock onto the shower floor...more followed, again and again he shot until he was spent and almost collapsed. Thank God for the little wash cloth rail that he could use as support. He rested for a moment while his breathing and heart rate returned to normal or as normal as it could be under the circumstances and then he continued with his shower. When he was dried off, he styled his hair, brushed his teeth, slapped on some Polo Sport and put on new boxers, a white pullover shirt and black jeans. It was now 8:45 and he was ready for the door to ring at any minute and he was scared as hell, so scared in fact that he thought he could actually throw up. He wondered if he should start drinking now or wait until Jason showed up. He chose to start now. He pulled the bottle of Zinfandel out of the fridge and poured himself a glass. Wine would surely relax him, he thought to himself. Part III: Then came the inevitable knock on the door and Todd wondered what the hell he'd gotten himself into. He stood up from the soft chair and was about to place the wine glass on the table, but decided otherwise; definitely needed to keep hold of the stimulants or he'd surely back out of this. His hand shook as he reached for the knob and opened the door. Jason waited on the other side with an inviting smile. "Face to face at last." Todd never thought he would ever describe another man as hot, but that's just what Jason was. About six feet tall with surfer's style bleached blonde hair, icy blue eyes and a golden tan. He wore a white tee shirt and blue jeans and boating shoes with no socks. He held next to him a folded up white massage table and had a knapsack slung over his shoulder. For a moment, the massage table startled Todd and it must have shown in his eyes because Jason said, "Remember....I'm a masseuse" he said with a wide grin. Todd invited Jason in and gestured toward the lounge chair for him to have a seat. He offered him a glass of wine which Jason gladly accepted. As he poured it and tried to make light conversation, Todd felt like he was stumbling....he just felt awkward and stupid no matter what he tried to say. He mentioned the day's arrival and his dinner, but inside his head it was sounding inane babble. Jason seemed to catch on to this nervousness and immediately picked up the conversation and took over, chatting about all the different great restaurants he'd eaten at recently and all the great clubs there were around town. As Todd topped his wine glass and sat down on the bed to listen, he felt the pressure wash away. He listened to Jason's soft but enthusiastic tone and felt relaxed enough to begin contributing to the conversation without feeling like a complete idiot. Before either of them realized, almost a half hour had past, another drink poured and they were both feeling much better. Jason was the first to lay down his glass. "Now, how about that massage?" Todd smiled; the three glasses of wine had really loosened him up. "Yeah, I think it's definitely that time." Jason set up the table and asked Todd to get undressed. He told Todd to wrap himself in one of the large sized bath towels and it was his choice whether or not he wanted to wear his underwear under the towel. Todd had already made the decision not to wear anything at all when he closed the bathroom door behind him to get undressed. By the time he got his pants and his shirt off he was hard as a rock again. He looked at his excitement in the mirror, now so relieved that he had made the decision to go through with this. The time already spent with Jason proved to him that he wanted this very much and he wasn't writing off any possibilities at this point. He was going to let nature take its course here. He wrapped the towel around his waist, making sure to secure his cock tight to his abdomen. He didn't want a giant tent in the towel to give him away the second he left the bathroom. Jason had the room darkened with candles situated at different locations to produce the most remarkable shadow effects on the wall. Music was playing from a compact stereo that was located on the desk, it must have also been in the knapsack with the candles. Todd recognized the music as new age, but couldn't quite remember the artist's name. The sight of the candles and the sound of the music aroused him to points he hadn't thought possible. He was totally above any apprehension at this point. Part IV: Jason gestured his hand over the massage table and Todd climbed up on it face down, he had to adjust his hard-on slightly to make himself comfortable. In the candlelight, he swore he saw Jason smirk at this little maneuver. Over his shoulder Todd could see Jason picking up a small bottle of oil off the desk and then moved toward him. Todd felt the first drops of warm oil make splash down on to his bare back. Then the feel, finally of Jason's hands on his body. It felt so incredible; the strong hands, undeniably male, but yet still so fucking sensual. Todd's breath drew in at that first contact. Jason kneaded the oil into his back and Todd became lost in the sensation, the smell of the oil and the sound of the music intermixed with his own low moans. His increasing hardness pushed into the towel, this was pure heaven. Jason didn't rush this experience. He worked on Todd's back until every centimeter of tension had been relaxed. Using more oil he lightly stroked Todd's side with the back of his fingers, up and down from his waist up to under his arms. Todd's sighed out loud as Jason's fingers brushed through the hair under his arms. Next came the blissful assault on his shoulders, neck and then down his arms, one at a time. Even his hands and fingers seemed to be worshipped. This too was slow and intoxicating; Todd was on a sexual high he'd never experienced before. He had no idea how much time had gone by since the first drop of oil had hit him. It must have been quite some time that had passed because before he knew it the music had stopped, an entire CD had played. Jason laid his hand on Todd's back, "Time out for one second." He moved over to the desk and pulled another disc from the bag. Todd used this opportunity to relax the weight that was laying on his chest; he propped himself up on his elbows for a second, after first adjusting the now painful erection trapped in the towel. "Do you like ambient music?" Jason asked. "Yes, I love it." He would have loved anything Jason had brought. When the next disc started playing, Jason moved back over to him. "How is this so far? Glad you went through with it?" There would be no holding back. "I'd like it much more if I could see you out of those jeans, " Todd replied. Jason's smile grew wide, "Oh man, that makes me very happy to hear." Still propped up on his elbows, Todd watched Jason move around in front of him. Their faces were a mirror of intense hunger for each other. Jason's stare never broke from Todd's eyes as he slowly stepped out of the boating shoes and then lifted the tee shirt over his head. Now Jason was bare-chested. He was toned but not overly-muscular, chest and stomach completely smooth and just the slightest bit tanned. "No reservations about this?" Jason whispered the question, the tone a plea for a continuation. Todd opened his mouth, trying to answer but the he couldn't find the breath to make the sound, a quick shake of his head would send the right message. Jason, still with eyes fixed, unbuttoned his jeans. Todd got one last look at the forming bulge under the denim before the zipper was lowered revealing a pair of black Calvin boxer briefs. Jason was hardening by the second as he lowered the jeans and stepped out of them. Todd was within a foot of another man's aroused cock, something he had never even considered not so long ago. It was as if it was the most natural thing in the world. His right hand almost timidly reached out to Jason's confined dick. He felt himself sigh as he cupped and then very softly rubbed it through the cotton material. He heard Jason's sharp intake of breath followed by a low moan at this sensation. "Oh my God, I can't believe we're finally doing this." One of them had spoken it aloud, Todd wasn't sure who, because it was what both were thinking. Jason shifted his hips in a bit, grinding into the moving hand. Todd wanted desperately to see this cock nude, but was sooo enjoying the look and feel of it through the underwear. He didn't want to rush it. Jason stepped a bit to the side so he could reach out and rub Todd's ass through the towel. After a couple of seconds, he tugged at the towel a bit, prompting Todd to lift his hips up and loosen it. With access now, Jason's hand slipped under the towel and brushed across his cheeks and lightly stroked up his crack. "Oh Fuck," Todd heaved. He spread his legs a bit and arched his hips up again giving Jason more space to explore, while never ceasing his devotion to the organ now straining under the Calvin's. The feeling of that finger spreading and stroking his ass was almost enough to send him over the edge. He could feel his cock dripping into the towel and when he finally couldn't take it any more sat up on the table. The evidence of large wet spot on the front of it gave everything away. "I've got to taste you," he begged. Seated on the table with legs at the side, Todd positioned Jason directly in front of him. He drew his arms around him and brought his lips to the smooth chest and stomach. He smelled cologne intermingled with the delicious natural smell of a body primed for sex. He kissed his way up and down his chest and around each of the nipples, just barely touching the skin with the tip of his tongue as he parted his lips. Jason must have been loving this because he held Todd tight to him. He lightly sucked on each of the nipples causing him to cry out. Now he kissed his way back down to the elastic band of the Calvin's. Jason stretched up to his toes to put his cock in line with Todd's face. His cock, while fully erect was still pointing down, pinned by the tightness. The outline of it was down the leg, almost coming out the bottom. Fuck, this is going to be gorgeous, Todd thought as he very slowly lowered the Calvin's, teasing himself to delay this moment. When it was uncovered, it was pure perfection. Just as he'd imagined it would be. At least eight inches, cut, nice and thick and flawless. There was a beautifully trimmed patch of blonde hair above it and the base and testicles were shaved smooth. "Oh My God! Oh My God!" was all he could say. He held it in his right hand and lowered his mouth on to it. He'd imagined for months what it would be like but nothing had prepared him for how truly wonderful it felt and tasted to have that warm hard cock in his mouth. He loved the slightly salty taste and he loved how he could almost feel the hot blood pumping through the veins. When he was aroused, Todd always had a lot of saliva; usually he was careful to keep try to keep his mouth as dry as possible for the sake of kissing, but now that wet mouth would be a gift to Jason. He had never done this before, but he knew what he liked and he knew what looked erotic. His hot, wet mouth very slowly and sensuously sucked and licked and kissed; each time he pulled his mouth away small strands of saliva connected his mouth to Jason's dick. Then that saliva became mixed with precum which oozed freely from the tip. It tasted so wonderful mixed with his saliva; he had tasted his own so many times while cybering with Jason and now finally it was reality. This assault was taking it's toll on Jason whose breath was quickening. "Oh fuck, Todd it feels sooo good." Jason's knees were quivering under his weight and he pulled on Todd to get up from the table. Jason guided him to the bed and he let the towel fall to the floor on the way. They were both nude now; two gorgeous men about to absolutely ravage each other in this secluded little world. The world outside would never know and yet neither or them would ever be the same again. With his legs parted, Jason pulled Todd down on top of him. He was pulled into his very first kiss with another man. There wasn't any hesitation, it was passion from the very first second. They ate each other's mouths and their tongues wrestled as the smooth bodies and hard organs ground together. Neither could control their breathing and moans through the kisses. Todd could feel their cocks, lubed from precum sliding with ease across each other. It was positively the best feeling he could ever remember. Jason's hands reached around and parted his cheeks as they kissed, and he could feel a finger sliding gently into his asshole which was still slick from the massage oil. The combination of all these sensations; the rubbing cocks, the deep tongue-kissing and the probing of his ass was more than he could handle. He broke away from this kiss for an instant and begged into Jason's eyes, "Oh please...I'm gonna cum!!!" Jason pulled him back into the kiss and drove his finger deeper into Todd's ass and that was all he needed. With a scream louder than he could ever imagine, Todd pushed his cock hard into Jason's and it exploded...blast after blast of hot semen shot out onto Jason's cock, stomach and chest. As their bodies mashed together both became covered with the sticky fluid. Todd was weak and in spite of how spent he felt, he was not satisfied. He wanted more of Jason. He slid himself down the slick body of his lover and began licking his juices from Jason's chest and stomach. He loved the smell and taste of his cream on Jason's skin. He buried his nose in the trim pubic hair, inhaling the strong and delicious scent of man. Jason's hard sex was in his hand again and he tongued a trail from the base up the shaft before engulfing the head in his mouth. The feel of it in his mouth continued to drive him insane with lust and he pushed his own cock into the bed, bringing life back to it again. "God, I love sucking you." He cupped Jason's heavy balls and gently massaged them while his hot and very wet mouth worshipped him. Jason had spread his legs wide and was rocking his hips, fucking his face and moaning so loudly the whole floor must have been witness to it all. Todd was in a sucking frenzy; he had never felt so out of control in his entire life. He pushed Jason's legs farther apart exposing the tight bud just under his balls. No stopping him now....he broke free from Jason's cock and lowered his mouth and forced his tongue into his lover's anal opening. Jason damn near squealed as his ass accepted the invading tongue. Todd tongue fucked him and stroked him until his tongue was sore; he couldn't get enough, he wanted to be deeper inside him... "Oh FUCK!!" Jason screamed! Todd could feel the rectal muscles tighten around his tongue and he felt the testicles pull up; Jason was going to cum hard. Todd quickly wrapped his mouth around Jason's cock and stroked the shaft with everything he had. Jason's body tightened and the first blast of hot cum slammed into the back of Todd's throat, startling him. He pulled back for a second before going down again letting Jason's juice flow freely into his mouth. He swallowed what he could and he let the rest linger in his mouth and rolled it around Jason's cock as it continued to erupt. Jason's body shook and he was panting and as Todd came up for air he was afraid Jason was going to pass out. He held on to his friend's waist and watched as his breathing finally steadied and his muscles and facial expression relaxed. Massage Therapy Todd smiled, "Not bad for a novice?" Jason stroked his hair, "You were amazing." He reached out to pull Todd up and kissed him full on the mouth, tongues once again together, this time sharing in the taste of pure passion. Massage Therapy As she prepared for work she considered his appointment today. What was it about him? She had been a Registered Massage Therapist for 11 years and had never had a client that intrigued her so. He wasn't the most handsome. He didn't have the best physique. He wasn't the richest nor most suave. The other women in the office didn't swoon when he would come in for his appointment, in fact, it seemed they hardly took note of him. But she had always been comfortable in his presence. They had seemed like old friends from the first time they had met. And she wasn't even sure he found her the least bit attractive. But her blood would run warmer, and her loins would tingle in anticipation of seeing him. Showers are wonderful he thought to himself as he inched into the water and it flushed the night's sleep from his awakening body. His "to do" list for the day stirred his synapses as his mind shook free slumberland's cobwebs. A status meeting at 9:00, interview at 2:30, lunch with the steering committee, what a waste of time, he thought as suds from his shampoo cascaded down his torso... ah, that feels good..., oh yeah, his massage tonight at 4:00. He smiled to himself and as a picture of her entered his mind. Her dark brown eyes alight over her broad warm smile. Her petite body covered by loose pants and a short sleeve cotton top, but there was enough fit in her clothes so you knew there were curves in all the right places and tautness holding everything in place. He always marveled at, ok lusted after her tight round butt as she led him into the massage room. He felt a pulse in his groin and a surge of blood in his penis as his mind displayed a profile of her form to h! im. He shook his head. She always had that effect on him and a crooked grin crossed his lips and a sparkle flashed in his eyes. Why did this woman warm his blood? Sure she was attractive. Sure he was naked in her presence almost always. But she was the consummate professional. He wouldn't treat her otherwise or expect her to behave otherwise. And she was married, and so was he. He smiled again as he felt his penis standing at attention as he reached down to lather it. A couple of smooth gentle strokes, umm that felt good... get on with showering idiot, he chastised himself but oh, it would be intoxicating to be with her, his hand roamed through his genitals, her image flashed into his mind, their in an embrace, she kisses his chest as he caresses her taut body, feeling the curve of her buttocks, the warm humid crease that allows access to her love canal. She slowly moves down taking him into her mouth slowly, warmly, wake up man!!! Phew, it would only take a few mor! e tugs on his cock to free the kink in his groin but let's not this morning he thought. He could hear the news on the radio and released he had to rush get to the office as he early he had intended. She didn't know why she packed the short pleated skirt as a mid-day change of clothes as she prepared for work. Who was she trying to kid, sure she knew why and what was she thinking... they were both married and she was a professional and he wouldn't notice anyway. He had never made an advance towards her. Virtually every other male customer she had at some point in time ad tried to caress her, or offered to massage her or begged to have her "relieve the kink in the muscle between their legs"... but not him. And yet almost from his first visit she would day dream while giving him his massage and she would ne aware of the dampness between her legs after the massage was done. She often chortled to herself during massages after his visit, wondering if her customers could smell her sex as it clung to her underwear. She had a couple of times not been able to stop the urges, stop the flow, and had stepped in the stall in the washroom and had masturbated. Fantasizing about him licking her, gently, softly and slowly fingering her, one then two fingers. It never took her long being so aroused already. In fact she was sure it took longer to clean up than it did for her pulsing orgasm to arrive. She would be so wet, unusually wet, dripping wet. Her fingers would glide in and out of her pussy and around and over her clit with such ease. Ugh, now she had just dampened these underwear. Oh well, in the laundry and get a clean pair. She couldn't help but run her fingers through her folds... uumm that is sooo nice.... a quick taste of her potion and she'd better get off to work. She does taste good she thought as she sucked her secretions from her fingers. She quickly grabbed another change of clothes and threw them in her bag. At the clinic her first few sessions had gone well. Pretty standard actually. Being a bit short she enjoyed having regulars. It allowed her to get up on the table with them which gave her a lot more leverage when she was giving a deep tissue massage. Her last instructor had told her it was ok and presented her some ways of sharing the table with a customer without making them uncomfortable. If she had to she could do it from the floor or on a small stool. It was more of a workout and she wasn't sure she was as effective. There were some men she knew she could never get on the table with. She just couldn't trust them. But not him, she actually got on the table the first time she massaged him. Hmm, get him out of your mind, you'll mess another pair of panties, she told herself. Her first two customers had been regulars and she was thankful. She stopped by reception to check her appointments for the rest of the day. Subconsciously, her eyes glanced at his appointment first. He hadn't canceled. Good though, her last appointment had canceled. She would get to go home early if she got no other bookings. Thursday was her night to work late and close up. If all went well she would close at 6:00 instead of 7:00 tonight. The status meeting was pretty routine. He answered a few emails and prepped for his lunch time meeting. His massage appointment at 4:00 leaped of his day-timer at him at she leaped into his thoughts. Her breasts pushing against her top as she worked on his calf muscle. One would occasionally brush up against him and he would feel his penis twitch. The second time he was there he was rock hard when he turned over. He apologized for the tent he was creating under the sheet that covered him. She smiled and said, "That's OK. It's a pretty normal reaction. Massage is a very sensual experience." No kidding he thought. And then she was there in his mind again. A crease formed in his pants and he reached down to adjust himself. His mind displayed her standing at his head, leaning over him, her breasts just centimetres from his mouth. The number of times he had wanted to reach up, caress those soft globes, guide them to his lips and tongue, she would moan with pleasure as h! e nibbled at them through her blouse... his PC chirped at him reminding him it was time for his steering committee meeting. 12:45, she was starving. She checked the appointment book once more. He was still coming, she had 45 minutes until her next appointment. She headed for the small room where staff would eat their lunch. A quick bite and then she would change. The rest of the staff were just finishing as she entered the room. She would eat alone today. She liked that actually. It would be quiet and she could escape in her own thoughts instead of talking about work or what was on TV last night. She grabbed her yogurt and fruit and sat. What would she make for dinner tonight?. It was nice she would be home early than expected. A bit less cash because of the cancellation but... he does have a nice cock too. She shook her head but couldn't shake the thought from her mind. In eleven years of massage he was the only customer she had peaked over the sheet at as he turned over. And once in a while, every visit lately she would do what she could to stimulate him. Without actually touching! him directly. When adjusting the sheet to expose a leg she would lift it enough... and then slide her hand under the sheet, caress his shaft and fold her fingers around its firmness... wow, clear your head, "you've never done that and can't" she chastised herself.. Then she noticed her hand between her legs. Her little finger pushing against her slacks, pushing against her labia. The sensation felt good and her pussy was warm and wet. "There's a call for you", a voice rang out. "What", she responded being shaken from her day dream. "A call. For you", Samantha explained. She lifted the phone in the lunch room. "Hello." "HI Hon. Just me." It was Andy, her husband Look. I've only got a couple of minutes. They've just booked a late meeting today. It's about one of our major accounts. (they were all major accounts she thought to herself). I probably won't be home until 11:00 or so. They brining in dinner so you eat without me". "Oh, alright. I'll see you when you get home." "Right luv. Gotta run. See you tonight" "Yeah. Bye then." He hung up. This was become all too frequent. Midday calls warning of late meetings. Her birthday was in five days. She wondered if Andy would work late that night as well... if he would even remember it was her birthday... if he would get a gift or think about taking her somewhere to celebrate. She looked at the clock and it was time for her next appointment. So much for changing. But ummm that cool dampness on her panties did bring back warm thoughts. Just as he expected, a waste of time. Phew, how much longer before this torture ends. Steering Committee. What a joke. ... and her butt, rocking back and forth right in front of his face... oh yeah, she's massaging my thighs... she's such a pro, I'm sure she doesn't even notice the bulge under the sheet.. and then she spins around. Her eyes gazing into his. Beads of sweat of her forehead from the effort she puts into her rubdowns. Her long dark hair bouncing as she rubs oil on my pecks. Her vagina, hidden behind her pants poised right over my cock. Her breasts heaving slightly from her breathing. ...umm my cock needs adjusting. Oh wait the meeting is done. Christ, I can't stand up now. Oh, I will scribble down some notes until things settle down, so to speak. He stops by the men's room on the way back to his desk. WOW, just pulling his cock out to take a piss almost makes him come. It's so sensitive with all the stimulation his mind has been giving it today. H! e's tempted to beat off right there and fill the urinal with more than his piss. But that's probably not wise in the office. When he returns to his desk his message light is flashing. It's his friend Tom. "Jim, I have a squash court booked at 4:00 this afternoon. Let me know if you can make it." Damn, I have that massage booked at four. He phones the clinic. Ringg, ringg... "Hello. Oasis Massage Therapy" "Hi. It's Greg Harskamp. I have an appointment booked at 4:00 with Rebecca. I would like to reschedule for later tonight if she has any openings." "Let me check". "Yes, she has an opening at 6:00" "Great. I'll take it" "OK Mr. Harskamp, we will see you at 6:00 then. Bye" "Bye." Ring... ring... "Hello." "Hi Tom. It's Greg. That squash offer still open?" "You bet." "Great. Let's do it" He finished his work and headed for the gym. Her two o'clock appointment went fine. But it had been a long day. She stopped by Samantha's desk for one last look at the rest of the day's schedule. OH NO!!! He has canceled!!! Wait what's this scribble. Has someone booked at 6:00? "Samantha. What's this scribble at 6:00?", Rebecca asked. Samantha peered at he pencil scratch for a minute and then said "Oh yeah, I remember. Mr. Harskamp rescheduled to 6:00. That's OK isn't it?" "That's fine Sam." Her heart fluttered a bit. She still doesn't know why. But Greg was so nice. He always asked how her day was and how life was going. And he remembered things. So obviously he listened. And he wasn't juvenile in her presence. She was unaware that her beauty did that to men. Most got very uncomfortable and in trying to impress often acted like a bumbling teenager. Wait this meant she would have time to change between her three o'clock and her five o'clock. Wouldn't you know it. The guys on the court ahead of them were playing a tournament game and were running late. 4:15 before they got on the court. Oh well, the pro said they could stay a little later and he would try to reschedule the game after them, which he did. 4:20, I needed that orange juice. "Judy, in case someone comes looking for me, I'm just going into the ladies room to change." Rebecca explained. Judy nodded her acknowledgment. She pulled her clean bottoms and top out of her bag. Wait what's that, she asked her self gazing back into the bag. Oh, of course, the skirt she had first chosen this morning. She smiled putting it back... and then thought wait, why not. She pulled it out. White. Pleats all around. Almost school girlish. She would wear it. It had been a while since she last wore a skirt while working. She slipped off her top and her bra, and washed a bit. Her nipples were so sensitive. She caressed them and pinched them and imagined Greg nibbling and sucking on them. She lowered her pants and underwear revealing her glistening love slit. She reached between her legs and felt the satiny wetness of her pussy lube. Her clit was swollen and alive with sensitivity. Her body convulsed as she slid her finger from the opening of her vagina towards her navel, passing over her reactive clitoris. ...his falls between her legs and he begins to lap at her love potion... his tongue slides u! p and down and in and out... she hears footsteps coming down the hall and quickly raises her pants, her underwear still part way down her thighs. Her cool, wet pussy moistening the tops of her thighs. The person goes by outside the washroom. She takes a deep breath, composes herself and finishes her quick clean up. Her fresh bra and panties feel good. She can't believe how much dampness there was in the underwear she removed. Samantha was beginning to close out the day knowing only a few appointments remained. Sam was efficient. She had the office running smoothly. Rebecca appreciated it, and she wondered if others did as well. Great his squash game was late finishing as well. He was glad he went. He and Tom always had good close matches. A quick shower and out the door. He wanted to stop by the liquor store on his way to the clinic. He knew it was Rebecca's birthday soon He remembered only because it was close to his birthday and he had just had his last week. They had often talked about wine while he was getting his massage. It was a part-time passion for him. He wasn't a connoisseur, but knew a little. Rebecca was a novice though and often asked for advice on what to buy. She said she never remembered what he had told her. So he thought he would buy her a couple of bottles that he liked and she said she had never tried. It was getting close to six. It wasn't like Greg to be late for his appointment. Maybe something came up and he won't be in. She puttered around trying to help Samantha with her day end tasks. She wasn't much help, her mind was elsewhere. Everyone else was done for the day and had left for home. The phone rang. She was sure it was Greg calling to cancel. He found the wine and got back to his car. Uh, he was going to be late. He hated that. He hated being late and he hated others being late. He picked up his cell phone and dialed as he raced to the clinic. "Hello. Oasis Massage Therapy" Rebecca stood by the reception desk waiting for Sam to tell her Greg had canceled. "One minute Mr. Harskamp. She's standing right here. I will ask her." Sam placed her hand over the mouth piece. "Mr. Harskamp is going to be 15 or 20 minutes late. He wants to know if that's OK." "Do you mind staying a bit Samantha? I will try to be fast once he arrives." "No. That's OK. There are things here for me to do". "It's OK Mr. Harskamp we will wait." A warm gush rushed through her thighs again and a smile crept over her face. He came through the doors at 6:20. He was in mid-sentence apologizing profusely, pulling out his wallet as he approached her and Samantha. He couldn't help but notice she was wearing a skirt. Her legs were nicer than he could have imagined. Rebecca and Samantha eased his worry saying they had things to do anyway. Rebecca led him into the room as he caught his breath. They exchanged pleasantries as he handed her the wine and wished her a happy birthday. She smiled and blushed and said "You didn't have to" and then she remember his birthday was just recently and wished him a happy birthday. Greg said he should hurry and get changed so her and Sam wouldn't have to stay too late. He would explain the wines during the massage. The wine remained in the room as Rebecca left so he could get "naked" undressed. Sam puttered away behind the reception desk while she went to the kitchen to pour two glasses of water. How thoughtful the he had remembered her birthday. At least someone had, though in fairness her husband still had a few days. And he had never forgotten before. She was sure he wouldn't this time either. As she poured the water, she thought, "Why not open one of those bottles now. Andy would never expect that her client would bring her two bottles." She found the office cork screw in a drawer with other kitchen utensils and slipped it into her pocket. They would sometimes have wine in celebration of a staff birthday, or at Christmas or other holidays. "Which bottle should we open", she asked as she entered the room. Greg was laying naked, face down on the table, covered by the sheet they used to provide some warmth and privacy. "That's not necessary. That's not why I bought it", explained Greg. "I know, I just thought we could toast both our birthday's this way." He sat up as she handed him an empty glass she had grabbed on the way out of the kitchen. "The Chianti. Open the Chianti" "You do the honors", she said handing him the bottle and the corkscrew. She noticed how his hands worked with gentleness and accuracy as he inserted the corkscrew and extracted the cork. "What am I doing" she thought as she walked towards this man covering his nakedness only with a thin cotton sheet. She felt a that warmth in her groin again as she held out her glass to him. She sat in a chair as they talked about work and laughed at stories she told about some clients. Another glass each and she told him how much she enjoyed him as a client. He admired her form as she sat opposite him. Thoughts of caressing those "delicious thighs" and running his hands over her "nice ass" ran through his mind. As he felt a bulge grow between his legs, he adjusted his position hoping she wouldn't notice. "You're the only male client I have that hasn't at some point asked me to massage his penis". "Well thanks, I guess. But in honesty, it's not like the thought has never entered my mind. It's just that I know you're a professional and that's not what you do, and that's not why I'm here." He blushed a little as he confessed his thoughts. "It's nice to know you're human she laughed." "Well those tents I make when I turn over aren't because that's my natural state you know." They both laughed out loud. The wine was loosening their minds and their libidos. She could feel the dampness between her thighs and his precum was making a wet spot on the sheet. As he shifted his position again he moved the bottle of wine and noticed there wasn't more than half a glass each remaining. "We may as well finish this", he said holding the bottle up so she could she the small amount that remained. She held out her glass. AS he sat up to pour the last few drops, the corner of her eye caught his firm cock straining at the sheet that covered it. Her nipples and pussy tingled in unison. They finished the wine making small talk while secretly admiring each others body. "You had better roll over and we should get on with it". "That's OK Becky, I've kept you long enough. I will just change and go." "No, you came for a massage. You've paid for a massage. You're going to get your massage" "I'll be right back", she said stepping out of the room. Massage Therapy As she walked out, she looked at Sam. The time was just short of seven o'clock. "Sam, why don't you go home. Mr. Harskamp has some really deep knots and this is taking longer than I expected. I'm not even halfway done yet" "But what about the policy, Rebecca?", Sam asked. "That's OK Sam. It's just Mr. Harskamp. It's alright if you leave me here alone with him." "OK. If you think it's alright. I really appreciate it." And she hurried to get her things together. Sam was gone in what seemed like seconds. Rebecca headed back to the staff room. Her panties were literally wet with her pussy drippings. She slid her hand between her legs. Her pussy was swollen with blood and while the wetness gave away her eagerness and she liked that, the coolness was becoming uncomfortable. She was so horny. She slipped her panties off and tucked them into her bag. She couldn't help but touch her puss. The scent of her sex was filling the room. She moaned softly as her fingers slid through her labia. She adjusted her skirt. Checked the mirror to make she her bare bottom wasn't obvious and headed for the room. He rolled his eyes and moaned to himself as he watched her exit the room. She was so, there's no other word, sexy. He wanted her, but what was he thinking. He tried to roll onto his stomach but his cock was so hard and so erect it was difficult to lay flat. And all he could feel were wet spots on the sheet from his precum leaking out during their talk. He wiggled and rolled and finally tried to steer it with his hand. No luck. But it sure felt good holding it and sneaking a grab of his balls. She was back. She turned the lights down a bit, lit a couple of candles and put on music. She grabbed the oil and approached him. She really wanted just to crawl up on the table and fuck him 'til they both exploded in all encompassing orgasms. She folded back the sheet from his right leg revealing a little more of his ass than she normally does in order to allow herself a good view of his balls. Oh how she wanted to grab and caress them. She began rubbing his calf. Her hands weren't as adept as usual. The wine had made her a bit tipsy. "You will have to excuse me Greg, if my hands don't work as well as they normally do or if they bump into things they shouldn't. I think that wine has gone straight to my head". "No Problem. All is forgiven before it happens." If only he had the same excuse. He'd love the opportunity to run his hands all over her body and bump into a few things. The wine had gone to his head too and his hard cock was still keeping him from lying flat and he felt a bit bold. "Hold on. Maybe all isn't forgiven. Why don't we make a deal? Each time you bump your hand into something you shouldn't I get to bump my hand into something I shouldn't". "Hmm." She murmured. The thought of him caressing her stirred her juices so she was no longer damp but sopping wet and made her nipples press even harder against her bra. Then she laughed and said "OK. Deal." She moved up to his thigh. His balls in full view. As she ran her hands over his thigh something wasn't right. "Lay flat", she requested. He fidgeted but had little success. His erection just wouldn't bend that way. "No. no Greg. Flat." "I'm trying but I can't". "What do you mean you can't. Why not", she asked without thinking. "Because I've got an erection like a table leg and it won't let me." She blushed a bit but recovered. "Here, let me see if I can help." She reached under him and grabbed his cock. Greg suppressed a moan as she touched him. It felt so good at last. His cock felt tremendous. Steely hard and full. She held it gently, firmly. She tried to reposition it and got an understanding of his problem. She moved it to one side a bit. She wanted it in her mouth and in her cunt. She held her legs together squeezing her pussy and spreading some of its nectar on her thighs. "Oh well. That will have to do", she said. As she removed her hand a dollop of precum latched on to one of her fingers. She went to wipe it off then changed her mind and raised it to her mouth. She closed her eyes as she sucked it off. The salty smoothness filled her mouth with his flavor and her body responded again. "Wait a minute", Greg announced. "I think you just touched me where you shouldn't have." "Well yes, but I was trying to help you and" "I don't think I gave you a waiver", he retorted as her turned on his side. His cock pointed straight at her. She couldn't tear her gaze away from it. She wasn't sure what would happen next. He reached out and lightly caressed her back and ran his fingers through her hair. His hand trailed down over her perfect buttocks and onto her thighs. She is so nice Greg thought. So desirable. But I won't push the limits. His cock was throbbing, urging him to take her, but the gentleman in him restrained his urges. He started to run his hand up her thigh. She worried he would find her bare butt, her bare pussy and think badly of her. But he lifted his hand over her skirt, across her abdomen and up to her breast. She closed her eyes in pleasure as he circled her nipple then lightly pinched it. Then he stopped and said "OK, I think we're even for now." His cock was even harder and laying anywhere near flat was a complete impossibility. No sooner had she started then she brushed against his balls. "OOPS", he said, "another illegal touch". "Well if that counts", she laughed, "I may as well get my money's worth" as she cupped her hand over his balls and caressed them lightly. Their boldness was infectious. He turned, looked at her and said, "This is hardly fair. I'm completely naked and you're still fully clothed. "I think you should remove your top." He sat up. His cock pointing to the sky. All she could think of was straddling him and feeling his hardness probing her insides. She knew it was going to happen tonight she just didn't know when. "OK. Fair is fair." He reached out and helped lift her top over her head. He caressed her stomach and her tits through her bra. Her nipples ached to be pinched and caressed and sucked. Greg leaned forward, reaching behind her to caress her back. With a hand he undid her bra and she let it fall to floor. He marveled at her taut body, her firm tits, her erect nipples. He leaned forward again and ran his mouth over her breast. His hot breath melting her inhibitions as it passed over her nipple. He was so gentle. His touch so caring. She put her arms on his shoulders and enjoyed his exploring of her body. He sat back and said, "Even". And rolled onto his stomach. Rebecca crawled up on the table and straddled his back. He had not yet discovered her naked ass and pussy under her skirt. The warmth of his back felt good on her cunt as she sat down on him. She began massaging his thighs as a masseuse would, firm with a purpose. His athletic ass poised before her captur! ed her focus and she began rubbing his buttocks sensuously. Greg moaned and wiggled still trying not to break his cock as he laid on it. Still not able to lower his hips directly onto the table. Rebecca sat up for second removing her hands from Greg's body. She hiked up her skirt a bit knowing it would partly expose her bare bottom and her dripping pussy. She allowed her hands to glide up over her breasts. They were so alive, so receptive to touch. She leaned forward once more and ran her hand down the crack of Greg's tight ass, over his scrotum, caressed his balls then found his firm cock once more. She pulled and rubbed it. Greg's hips raised, subtly he thought but noticeably to Rebecca. She sat up once more. Greg muttered "My turn again". "Just a sec, cowboy". Rebecca slid off the table, retrieved her stool and moved it to the head of the table. She stood on the stool a step back from the table Greg looked up and could see her glistening pubes hanging below her the hem of her skirt. He reached out. As he gently ran his fingers through them Rebecca whispered "Happy Birthday Greg". He carefully brushed against the fur covering her cunt. He slid his fingertips up and down her thighs. Her body was tingling under his touch. Softly he pushed his fingers between her labia and her thighs, squeezing her slit closed. His touch heightened her excitement as she knew it would. He parted her lips with one of his fingers. Rebecca crouched slightly, opening her legs, giving Greg better access to her pleasure zone. He slipped finger in then out of her warm wet hole. It traveled up and over her clit. Her knees buckled a little as the pleasure raced through her nerves. If he kept up his probing she would cum in seconds but first she want! ed to feel his steely cock in her swollen vagina. She moved closer to Greg and poured oil on his back. His hands roamed to her butt. His finger traced the crack of her ass and found the honey pot between her legs. She spread her legs a bit and allowed his fingers to roam through the folds of her labia. Greg's cock throbbed, envious of his fingers. His fingers reveled in the satiny slipperiness of her cunt. He slide a finger inside her. Then two. She moaned and pushed back. He was so gentle. Rebecca crawled back up on the table and turned to face Greg. She told he turn over. As he did she slid back. Neither of them had ever been unfaithful. It had been a common theme in their discussions. Greg's cock nestled against her pussy, pressing against her clit. She slid back and forth along his shaft, not allowing him inside. "We shouldn't be doing this." They echoed to each other as Greg's hands rested on Becky's hips. She could feel an orgasm rising inside her just! from Greg's cock rubbing against her clit. But she wanted him inside her. She could wait no longer. She tilted her pelvis and in he slid. Greg moaned in pleasure as her pussy engulfed his rod. He couldn't believe the warmth, the heat inside her. She slid all the way down his shaft with ease. In an instant his balls were coated in her fuck fluid. She rocked up and down enjoying being on top. Andy didn't like her on top. She loved being on top. They were both moaning, both rocking in unison. Greg's balls tightened and BAM, unloaded in to her cunt. The warmth filled her canal and her first orgasm rippled through her body. Her contractions milking Greg's probe moving inside her. She slowed, then stopped with his cock buried deep inside her. They were both panting, both sweating. Greg caressed her thighs. He was so satisfied yet still horny. He wanted to taste Rebecca's honey. He pushed his hands under her butt and lifted her towards his head. He slid down the! table a bit and sat her fully on his face. Her cunt was dripping with his cum and her honey. As he opened his mouth a drop of their elixir landed on his tongue.. Salty and sweet and warm. His tongue pushed out for more. It found her opening and dipped inside. It slid from there up to Rebecca's clit and circled her little love button. She twitched and convulsed as another orgasm built inside her. Greg reached up and caressed her tits. She held his hands against her breasts and he pinched and caressed them as his tongued danced over her clit. He sucked it inside his mouth. His senses filled with the powerful scent and tastes of sex. A stream of their mixed potion ran down his chin and over his neck as Rebecca's next orgasm rocked her body. She moaned loudly, slowly, and gasped for air as her body trembled in ecstasy. As her convulsions subsided he held her against his mouth, drinking her nectar, savoring her dank sweetness. Rebecca rolled off of him and they laid beside each other. Her head on his chest. His hand on her ass. His cock in her hand. Their night had just begun. There was more love making to be done. Their massages would never be the same. It would not be the last time Rebecca would wear a skirt to work. Massage Therapy I had been feeling worn out and stiff. When I complained to my wife about it, she suggested I let her make an appointment with her massage therapist. I had never had a professional massage. My feeling was that a good backrub or a massage wasn't something a person needed to be trained to do. Or even could be trained to do. I had been told that I gave a dynamite massage by all the women who had shared my bed over the years. To me, you either had the gift of applying just enough pressure or you didn't. To me, it was very similar to making love as regards sensitivity of touch. But Candy insisted, so I finally gave in. That was why I found myself that afternoon sitting on the futon in Jennifer's waiting area while she finished up with her earlier customer. I had seen Jennifer a couple of times when I'd gone to pick my wife up from her appointments. She was a short, almost petite, black woman with mocha colored skin. Her black hair was bobbed short and she liked to wear shorts and tank tops when she worked. Her breasts were small and almost pubescent under her loose top. On one occasion when she'd worked up quite a sweat during Candy's massage, her nipples made their presence known by reacting to the somewhat cooler air of the outer room. They appeared to be outsized for the size of the mounds they adorned, standing almost a half inch and about the same in diameter. The studio was in the center of a strip mall just off the east-west highway. There was another reason I had shied away from "massage therapy". It was that these days there was too much of the New Age b.s. that surrounded so much of it. I accept the therapeutic value of massage. But the crystals, the aromatherapy, the temple bells, and all the other happy horseshit so many of them tossed in made me want to puke. Jennifer might be one of those, I wasn't sure. What I did know was that she kept an assortment of magazines that were all over the map. From far out there to Smithsonian and Time. Jennifer ushered a rather large woman out of the back room and shepherded her out the front door. Then she turned to me. Crossing from the door, she held out her hand and smiled. "Bill, I'm so glad Candy convinced you to come. I'm sure I will be able to help you." I wondered what my wife had said to her, exactly. "I'm sure you give a great rubdown," I replied, not knowing what else to say. Jennifer chuckled and told me that the term 'rubdown' was for locker rooms and boxers. But, she added, she wasn't so P.C. that she disagreed that a rose by any other name... etc., etc. I began to like this woman more. In the room with the table, she told me to strip down as much as I was comfortable and she would return. She ducked out under a curtain across a door in the back. I was pretty comfortable naked, so I stripped everything off and lay on the table. I wasn't sure of the protocol, so I pulled the sheet over my lower half and relaxed on my back. After a few minutes, Jennifer called from behind the curtain asking if I was ready. I told her I was. She came back into the room. She had some fresh towels in her arms, which she deposited on a table at the side of the room. "Any musical preferences?" she asked. I told her anything but 'that New Age crap'. She laughed and put on some soft instrumental I didn't recognize. But it didn't have any instruments in it that I couldn't name, so I was content with it. She asked me to turn over on my belly and she adjusted the doughnut-shaped face rest to my size. Starting at my neck, she worked her way down my back, then repositioned the sheet to do the backs of my legs. During all this, she asked questions. "Do you have any specific sore spots, or stiffness in a particular location?" "Well, I've been having some sharp pains down the backs of my legs from time to time," I told her. "Maybe we should do some serious work on your glutes," she answered. Taking the term to mean my ass, I just said she was in charge. "I'm in your hands -- literally. Whatever you think will do the most good is okay with me." She hesitated before saying anything else. When she went back to working my lower back, she spent some time putting some pressure around my kidney area. When I tensed at one point, she asked about it. "It's just that you hit a spot there that seems sensitive." She slowed down and worked it inch by inch until she hit it again. I jerked again, but she had been more gentle that time. "This may seem like a personal question, Bill," she began. She seemed reluctant to ask me something. "but how is your digestion?" Thinking she meant to ask if I had heartburn or stomach aches, I said it was fine. "I mean, what about your bowels? Are you pretty regular?" The question did surprise me. I had to think about it. While I considered, she bared my ass and began to work deep into the thick muscles. Usually I was regular as clockwork. Shortly after rising, I'd be sitting in the bathroom. But as I thought about it, I realized I had been a little off schedule the last few days, and I told her so. It seemed odd, laying there naked with a pretty young woman rubbing my naked ass, telling her about my bowel movements. But her next question surprised me even more. "Have you ever had an enema, Bill?" I laughed. The image from my childhood, of a red rubber "hot water bottle", trailing a long rubber hose, hanging from the shower curtain rod in my parents' bathroom popped into my mind. I told her I could recall at least once as a child having one. "Well, they fell out of popularity over the last forty years or so, but they seem to be coming back. Probably it was the cult of Beauty that made them seem unattractive," she added. Then she laughed. "Of course, there isn't anything romantic or attractive about getting a gallon or so of warm water pumped into your ass!" Her laugh made me join in. She got serious again and explained the benefits of 'hydrotherapy', as she called it. "But," I said, "the bottom line is that it's still getting a bagful of water pumped up my ass. I'm not sure the situation is that serious." "Well, what I would recommend is an enema, even if your constipation is temporary. The water type is less damaging than the commercial types. They have chemicals in them that it doesn't sound like you need. This sounds like a short-lived condition." We talked some more, and even though I was reluctant, I said I would try it. "Do drug stores even still carry those things?" I asked her. I hadn't seen any enema kits in a long time on drugstore shelves. "Well, I was suggesting you have one here, before you go," she said. As that sank in, I realized she meant that she would administer it. Maybe there are some kinks in me that I don't suspect are there, but the idea seemed to kind of tweak my libido. So much so, that the idea of this woman sliding a greased nozzle up my ass made my dick twitch and get semi-hard. I must have hesitated too long, because she said, "But, of course it is up to you. I don't want to force you into anything you really won't want." "No," I said, maye too quickly this time, "I was just absorbing the idea. If...well, if you really think it would do some good, I'm game." I felt my cheeks warming up. All through this conversation, she had been squeezing and rubbing my ass and my upper thighs. That, added to the image of her spreading my cheeks and sliding an enema nozzle up me had me going. Then she asked me to turn over to finish my massage. Uh-oh! My dick was hard! Oh, well, I thought. It can't be the first time it has happened. Fortunately, she held the sheet so I would not be totally exposed. But, naturally, when the sheet settled over my midsection, it was pretty clear I was aroused. Professional or not, I saw Jennifer's eyes flick down and away. That was the first time I realized black people could blush. Of course her complexion was so light I could see it. She concentrated on my arms and then my feet. My erection faded as she rubbed and we talked. But I was curious. "Jennifer," I began, "has Candy ever had an enema here?" "Well, like doctors, we're not supposed to tell, but since you are her husband, I guess that doesn't apply. Yes, she has had several. She seems to enjoy them, on fact." I thought about my wife and Jennifer sitting calmly chatting while Jennifer held the nozzle in my wife's ass. My cock was beginning to betray my thoughts again. Fortunately, Jennifer declared the massage done about then. She told me I could just take my time and relax for a while. Then, reconfirming that I was willing to try an enema, she said it would take her a few minutes to prepare things. She once again disappeared through the curtain to the back. I lay there and mentally assessed my body. The muscular stiffness was gone and my 'other stiffness' had subsided somewhat. I felt pretty relaxed, yet excited at the prospect of what was coming next. I closed my eyes and drifted. Jennifer's hand on my shoulder woke me. "Bill, I hate to disturb you, but we're ready to go," she said quietly. I was surprised to see that she now wore a robe instead of her shorts. She saw me notice. "I use a little different method for hydrotherapy than you might have gotten as a child," she said, a definite twinkle in her eye. My thought was one huge question mark. When I sat up, she simply tossed the sheet aside and held out her hand. I padded naked alongside her and she held up the curtain for me to pass under. I found myself in a large bathroom. Indoor/outdoor carpet covered most of the floor. There was a shower and toilet on the opposite wall. In the corner was a large hot tub, the jets already bubbling and steam rising up. Jennifer led me to the tub and told me to get in. Then she wheeled a stand -- similar to an IV stand from a hospital -- from which hung a large rubber bag that bulged. The bag was open at the top and from the bottom hung a supple rubber tube that ended in a straight nozzle about six inches long. Positioning the stand next to where I sat in the tub, Jennifer's hand went to the sash of her robe. She pulled it open with a, "Ta-Dah!" Ans she let it drop to the floor. She was naked now, too. She had a beautiful body. Her nipples were everything I'd imagined they were. Aureolae as large as sand dollars, the nipples stood at attention. without the constriction of the tank top, they stood out at least a half inch from the surrounding flesh. The entire nipple was a beautiful dark mahogany color. When she climbed over the edge of the tub, I noticed that she had removed her pubic hair. The pink inside of her folds winked at me before she dropped into the water. She moved over beside me and told me to turn and lean over the edge of the tiled tub so that my ass was above the water line. When I did so, she took up a bottle of some kind of scented lubricant and poured some into her hand. She applied it gently between my ass cheeks and found her way to my anus. She probed easily until my opening gave way and allowed her to slide a finger inside me. If my cock had been hard before, it was painfully so now. Candy and I had played "ass games" before, and we'd even had anal sex, so that association came into play along with the sensuous feelings. Jennifer's other hand was on my back at first. When she removed her finger and replaced it with two, the free hand slid around my waist and gripped my cock. I was fairly certain that this must not have been a regular part of the treatment, but I wasn't about to complain. The only nagging voice in my head was the one that said, 'What about Candy?' But I pushed it aside and concentrated on what my flesh was sensing. She retained her grip on my cock while she slid her fingers out of me and reached for the nozzle. She dipped it under the water, explaining that she was warming it up first. Then she brought it to my hole and began the insertion. It slipped in easily and she worked it completely inside me, then pushed the tube itself to seat it deep. She told me I could turn around if I wanted to, so I did. Once more leaning my back against the edge of the tub (though not sitting), I looked at Jennifer. Her eyes held a new look. Gone was the professional masseuse from the last hour. Now she was a naked woman, doing something good for me, but which also turned her on. When my hand reached out to take hold of her nipple, she smiled and pushed forward into my grasp, letting her eyes close. All the while, she held the tube firmly at my asshole. She reached up and opened the clamp that had been holding the water back from entering me. I felt myself begin to slowly fill up. The feeling was incredible! She explained that she was releasing the water slowly to prevent cramping. Still, it felt like I was filling rapidly. When I told her this, she clamped the flow and helped me to turn my body from side to side in the bubbling water. The motion made the fluid move around in my colon and ease the fullness. We repeated this treatment and the bag eventually was empty. I had taken the entire contents of the bag. I felt full, and certainly would need to release it soon. But I was not in any difficulty. Jennifer removed the tube and wrapped it in a clean cloth. Then she put her arms around my neck. She brought her lips to mine and we shared a kiss. "You must have figured out by now, Bill, that this was all Candy's idea," she whispered over the bubbling. The suspicion had crossed my mind as soon as she opened her robe to reveal her body to me. "She asked me to give you 'the full treatment' when she made the appointment." "I wondered," I admitted. "I just couldn't believe that this was part of the regular regimen." There was a voice then, from behind me. "But you didn't seem to put up much of a protest, Dear," Candy said from the doorway. I looked over my shoulder to see her standing there as naked as Jennifer and I. She wasted no time in joining us in the tub. Suddenly, the enema was working! Regretfully, I glanced at the toilet in the other corner. There was no stall, just the toilet sitting there next to the shower. I looked back at the women. They were grinning. "Having some urgent feelings, my love?" Candy asked in a rather nasty voice. She just pointed at the toilet and told me to go ahead. I had no choice. I climbed carefully from the tub and rushed across to the toilet. Sitting there, I tried to ignore my wife and the masseuse watching. But I looked over at them anyway. They were watching me, but their arms were wrapped around each other! As the first gush exploded out of my ass, the realization hit me! They were lovers! They smiled and, as if reading my thoughts, they turned their faces toward each other and kissed deeply. I emptied my bowels an explosive gush at a time. While I did, they caressed and obviously began to make love there in the water. I thought I was finished and stood up. Then I felt another cramp, so I sat back down. As I did, I saw Jennifer raise herself up to sit on the edge of the tub. My view was from her right side. Candy moved toward her and Jennifer's legs opened to welcome her. My wife dipped her head to lick Jennifer's hairless cunt as I watched. Finally, I was pretty sure I was empty. My dick was also extremely hard! I rushed into the shower and rinsed, then soaped my ass, and rinsed again. Clean, I returned rapidly to the tub. I didn't want to be left out of this! They welcomed me and during the rest of the afternoon, along with sex, they explained that they had been spending time sexually together for about a month. I'm not sure if I'm weird, but I wasn't jealous. I was turned on the way I've never been before. So that is the story of my first sexual enema. There have been others, for Candy and Jen, as well as for me. We all have very healthy digestive systems and we're all very much in love with one another. Jen lives with us now and she is expecting our first child. She gave up the storefront and does her massage and hydrotherapy out of our home. Massage Therapy "Oh baby, you over did it again," I scold as I see you coming into the house moving stiffly. "Jump into the shower and I will get my lotions to massage out the aches and pains." You do as I request and jump into the shower. I help you dry off and have you go up to the bedroom and lay down naked on the bed. I gather my stuff and meet you in the bedroom just as you are settling face down on the bed. What a view I have, I love the look of a nice ass, and yours certainly fits that description. I get rid of my clothes as I love the feel of skin against skin when I massage away your aches and pains. The room is a little chilly but I know that soon I won't notice the chill as I start to work your aching muscles. I climb onto the bed and straddle your ass. I reach over and grab the lotion and warm it in my hands before reaching for your shoulders. I move my hands scross your shoulders and around your shoulder blades feeling for any hard spots that need special attention. I manage to find a few and work the knots loose as my fingers knead deeply. I continue to run my hands over your shoulders and upper back for many minutes letting you enjoy the good feeling. Soon I move down to your lower back, moving my fingers in circles to relax those very tight muscles. Using my thumbs to get the deeper knots. I then use the palms of my hands to stretch the muscles across your back, strecthing and pulling in all directions, working your muscles over well. "MMMMMMMMMM you always know just where the sore spots are." I hear you moan as I work my way lower. Soon my fingers are working the line just above your ass. I am just craving the feel of your ass in my hands as you have such a nice ass. Once I am done stretching and soothing the muscles in your back, I slide my hands over your ass, squeezing gently. I slip my finger in the crack of your ass, swirling my finger at the point of your tight little hole. You raise your hips up trying to meet my finger wanting more than just this tease. But I am not buying into it I have a lot of area to massage yet. I slip off so that I am no longer straddling you but kneeling next to you on one side. I reach out and start to rub the back of your thigh, working out all the tension and kneading the flesh. You can't help but moan with the sensations. I reach further to the inside of your thigh and you spread your legs a little. I can see the tip of your cock between your legs and I run my finger across the sensitive head. I move my hands back to work your thigh muscles some more. Next I continue down to your knee and calf. Once I am done with your calf muscles, I move to the other side of the bed to work your other leg. As I settle myself into place you adjust yourself so you are more comfortable. I reach over and start working the muscles in your leg, as I slide my hands to the inside of your thigh you spread your legs again so I can reach all the spots easier. Once again I can see the head of your cock as it peeks between your legs. Only I can see more of it now as you start to harden. I just can't resist so I lean over, place my head betwewen your legs and lick the head of your cock with my tongue. This causes me to want more of it so I take the head into my mouth gently sucking on it. I stop myself when you raise your hips from the bed wanting more from me, but I have a lot of work to do yet. I continue with the slow massage as I work your thigh and then down your calf. When I finish with this leg I stand up next to the bed, lean over and bite you on the ass, give it a slap and tell you it's time to turn over. One you are turned over your erection now stands tall and proud as you lay there spread eagled, aching for my touch. I walk to the foot of the bed and sit down between your feet. I grab each foot one at a time and massage the heels, the arches, the ankles, between your toes and over the top, moving my hands slowly but firmly, causing the aches and pains to melt away. I move around the bed to sit on the side next to your hips. I reach out and place one hand on each hip and start to move them in a cicular motion. Your hard cock is staring me in the face as I work your hips. I move my hands to run through your pubic hair. I am ever so careful to come close but to not actually touch yor cock. You raise your hips trying to get me to touch it and ease the ache setled there. I wave my finger at you with a coy little smile. I slide up the side of the bed a little more so I am sitting at your chest. Your arms are the next target I have in mind. I start up at the shoulder and work my way down to the hand. Once at your hand I trace my finger lightly over your palm, before pressing frimly, working your sore hands. Once both arms are done i kneel next to your chest and reach forward to the back of your neck and rub the back and the sides. Moving my hands across the tops of your shoulders, stretching sore muscles as I go. Down your chest, teasing and tweaking your nipples as I pass over them. You are feeling good and loosened up but far from relaxed, You are wanting more than just a massage. I have you scoot down the bed just a little and I position your head in my lap facing upward. I start to massage your neck using a firm pressure removing all the tension stored there. A light gentle touch over your head makes you feel wonderful and then I trace my hands over your face and along your jawline, making the stress disappear from your face. I reach forward and run my hands over your chest and across your stomach. My breasts are dangling in your face, so tempting! You reach up with your mouth catching a nipple in your teeth, you gently start to nibble. I can feel the sensations all through my body, deep in the center of my being. I love having my nipples played with especially when you are a little rough and then soothing afterward. You know just how ro make me hot for you! I get up onto my knees and move into a 69 position, wanting to feel your tongue slide across my clit. Wanting to feel the sensations ripple through my body as you scuk and nibble my pussy. Wanting to feel your cock as it slides into my mouth. Wanting to drive you wild with my mouth on your cock as I suck and lick and devour you. Soon you can't take anymore of this and you flip me over onto my back, rearrange your self so that we are now face to face, kiss me hard and deep, wanting my surrender. I spread my legs wide for you and you enter me in one smooth, hard, thrust, almost causing me to orgasm instantly. With my pussy clamped tight around your cock you start to move, thrusting in and out. It is only a matter of a few seconds when you feel my pussy getting even tighter and then pulsate with my orgasm. You grab my nipple and pinch it hard, You know how much I love that as it only make my orgasm more intense. The feel of your fingers pinching my nipple sends shockwaves to my pussy making it even wetter and hotter for your cock. Now you can't hold back any longer as you feel your orgasm start in your balls and rise up your shaft. As you feel these sensations you pull your cock out of my pussy to watch as youor cum explodes out of your cock and shoots all over my stomach and breasts. I run my fingers and then my hands through your cum rubbing it all over my body and then licking my fingers clean. You watch this with lust filled eyes, you can't believe that I am doing this, It just isn't something you thought I would like. Now that you see I enjoy it, you are thinking that maybe we wil have to do it again. Soon. "Well it looks like your back is feeling better," I sayand with a wink I add, "and now I need a shower." Massage Therapy "I want you to remove whatever clothing you feel comfortable about and lie down on the table. There is a sheet to cover yourself with, I will be back in a few moments," I told her and left the room. This was no ordinary client. She glowed with sexuality. The curl of her smile had a devilish pleasure playing over it. Her eyes were lustrous and wet and her pupils large and deep. I was almost nervous. I had to center myself. Her scent was interfering with my professionalism. Get a hold of yourself, man! I waited the appropriate amount of time, cracked open the door and asked if she was ready. She was. She was lying almost naked on her chest, the sheet I had left for her she had folded up into as narrow a strip as she could manage and had placed at the base of her gluteus maximus where the curve of her buttocks met her thighs. Her skin was slightly tanned and smooth. I could perceive no blemishes. No tattoos. She had told me during the pre massage interview that she was in no pain, had no illness. She just wanted to be pampered. "I am afraid I am not very shy," she said as I came into the room. "If you would be so kind as to remove the sheet, if it does not embarrass you, I would appreciate it. I want to feel very free right now." I could not help but be mesmerized by the gentle heaving of her breath as I noticed the side of her left breast facing me in the soft light. "If you like," I said as I gently removed the sheet. I turned and started a CD mix of Enigma and others suitable to listen to while being "pampered." I knew what she wanted and I was willing to give her what she wanted. I took the oil in my hands and rubbed it warm and placed my hands softly on her back. My right hand on the small of her back and my left hand just below her neck. My hands were firm and warming. For a moment they did not move. The small of her back was especially enticing. I then slid my right hand up to my left and began the soft firm kneading of the muscles in her right shoulder. I was not surprised to find some tension there despite her claims of wanting more than needing a massage. We all carry it. Some of us well, others less so. I found the knots in her back and worked them out. She cooed every once in a while as I did my work. I stroked down her left side to her hips and then did the same for her right side. Then came her behind. You really don't understand how much tension you have in your buttocks until they are massaged. It feels amazingly good to have them firmly squeezed and gently pressed. She nearly hummed as I did this for her. As I moved down to her thighs she parted them and I had to ask her to relax and not interfere. I heard her say something that did not quite sound like an, "Okay," but I took it as such. She was relaxed, but her lips just inches from my stroking hands were swollen and wet. She had no pubic hair and her lips were smooth and pink. I ran my hands slowly and fairly firmly up and down her left thigh from her knee to just a hair's breadth of her vulva as slowly and as smoothly as I could. She quivered. I took my left hand and pressed it firmly at the base of her back and gently rode the oil up to the middle and stopped. Her heart was pounding. She was ready. "Turn over, Please," I told her. She obeyed smiling up at me. Her nipples were hard and rosy. She looked at me with pure want. I stepped to the head of the table and took her face in my hands. My thumbs gently brushed her lids shut. Softly I rubbed her cheeks in opposite directions; up on her right side, down on her left alternating smoothly. Then I stopped and stroked her brow outlining her eyebrows with my thumbs, my palms pressed firmly against her temples. I let my thumbs gently slide down both sides of the bridge of her nose. Then I softly ran them along her lips. She puckered a bit and kissed my fingertips. Her breasts rose and fell in a most beautiful and enticing way. I tried hard not to pay too much attention. Her hair was shoulder length. I paused to warm some more oil in my hands. I slipped my hands under her neck and grasped and gently pulled to the top of her scalp bringing the strands of her hair as I did and let them hang off the top of the table. I repeated this step several times and then slid my hands under her back palms up and pulled them slowly up and out. I did this ten times. I knew it felt good to her. It felt good to me. Her smooth skin on my hands and arms was beginning to arouse me. Then I went to her right side and placed my left hand on her forehead and my right hand on her stomach and left them there for a few moments. Then I placed my left hand no her solar plexus just beneath her breasts, although the ouster side of my hand rested against the bottom of both of them. I added some more oil to my hands and rubbed them together to warm it and then placed my hands on her stomach and slid them up and over her left breast in a circular motion in a very soft and caressing way moving both hands around her breast twice and sliding back down to her stomach. Then I ran the oil up to her right breast and circled it with my hands twice as well. I went back down to her tummy and then very, very slowly slid my hands up her center between her breasts to her neck and slowly I let them slide down to just above her mons veneris. I took a peek and there was a small wet spot on the sheet below between her thighs. I went back to her breasts, but this time I lingered. I opened my hands and ran my palms in a circular motion on the tips of her nipples. Her lips parted and a sigh emerged. Then I took my left hand and pressed down from the top of her left breast toward her nipple while my right hand pressed from the opposite direction. I brought my palms together with her nipple in between and pulled straight up. Her nipple and her breast with it came up toward me as far as the oil would allow it. A small groan escaped her lips. Her cheeks had reddened a bit. Liking the results I did this again and then I did it from the sides. Then I did the same for her right breast. Her nipples looked even longer than they had before. Then I stroked her arms. Then I grasped them and held them tightly while I pulled my hands down the length of them. Next I massaged her hands taking special care of the meat in her palms and between her thumbs and forefingers. Now it was time for her legs. I brought her right leg up, bending her knee and pressed her thigh toward her chest as far as I felt her muscles would allow it and held it there for a few moments and gently laid her leg back down on the table. Then I went to the other side of the table and did the same for her left leg. Then I stroked her calves and massaged her feet. I made sure her thighs were parted and I looked up at her swollen lips longingly. They were waiting for me and they were wet and glistening but not from oil. I had not yet touched them. I gently pulled a foot stool out from under the table with my right foot. I picked up her left knee and placed it a bit farther to her left and placed her right knee farther to her right. I stepped up on the foot stool and placed my knees between hers. My hands went up the inside of both her thighs at the same time. Softly, slowly, but inexorably toward her lips they went. But I teased her. Just before I reached them I slid them back towards her knees. She gasped. I bent down and kissed her hood. Her hips shot up and her lips soaked mine. I slid my hands under her bottom and licked as gently as I could as she was thrusting at me and moaning in a staccato rhythm. Suddenly she squirted all over my face. Some women come like this and she was one of them. She bucked and heaved and I found her clitoris with my lips and held on for dear life while she sprayed and sprayed. I was soaked. We were soaked. The sweat had broken on her body in an instant. Her moans of pleasure urged me on. I slid two fingers inside her and played with her clitoris with my thumb. My left hand slid up and squeezed her right breast which only threw her into an even deeper orgasm. I stroked and stroked and twiddled and licked and kissed for as long as she allowed me. Then I reached up inside her searching for her g spot. When I found it I pulled my finger toward it as if beckoning her juices to shoot toward me. After an extremely violent orgasm which almost threw both of us off the table she begged me to stop. I didn't. I told her to relax and got off the table. I placed a pillow next to her and oiled my hands up and stroked her body from her feet, over her calves, knees, thighs. stomach, breasts, shoulders, neck, face and down again in long luxurious strokes that were soft enough to tease and when she was stirred again I removed my sweat suit and oiled myself up. I got up on top of her and ran my body up and down hers, my semen mixing with the oil on her body. When I got around to it I stopped above her and put the pillow under her butt. I took the shaft of my penis and slipped it lengthwise between her lips and stroked it up and down along her clitoris. I was so excited that when I came I shot over her head and the remaining sperm pooled on her chest and stomach. I slid down and felt her squeeze me tight. And we slept like that for hours. Massage Therapy I left work and walked across the car park to the small massage therapist's room that was attached to the end of our building. After a stressful day at work, with customers and bosses yelling at me and demanding attention I felt drained, tired and tense. I popped my head around the door and saw Gail sitting at reception, a book of pencilled figures in her hands, glasses perched on her nose. She was in her early 40's, not unattractive for her age and slim, standing at about chin height. She had shoulder length blond her and a friendly and open face. A photo taken some years ago sat by her reception, of her, her husband and a young daughter and she was fairly attractive then. She owned and worked the small business herself. Age had taken away the striking, wolf whistle beauty, but left an honest, natural attractiveness. She looked up and smiled. "Hi James, you look well and truly beat. Hard day?" "Don't even ask. I just want to go home and forget it. I just came by to let you know I've closed everything else up. You're the last to go." "No problems. Come hear a second. Let me do you a favour." "Sure" I said. I sat down on her chair and she stood behind me and probed at my shoulder muscles with her fingers. As soon as she touched them the stress seemed to disappear. After thirty seconds she was done. "Wow, that was awesome. How'd you do that?" "It's easy. I hope it stays off your shoulders long enough for you to find some peace. Have a good night." "Thanks, you too." I said and left. But within days I was just as tense and I decided to employ her services again. I made an appointment with her after work, to get a neck and back massage. She gave me a cheap rate and left me feeling revitalised and refreshed. I began seeing her once a week, revelling in the way she revived me. Then a friend suggested I try a full body massage, said they were amazing. I felt a bit unsure about it but my friend explained that they were far from sexual, and were all about letting things soften and relax, "Not about getting things hard!", as she put it with a laugh. So, hesitantly, I decided to give it a shot. "Okay, I'll be back in a few moments. Get undressed and make yourself comfortable." Gail said, and pressed play on a tiny, cheap black CD player in the corner. Soft relaxing sounds of the beach drifted through the room as she slipped out and closed the door. I sat in a chair by the CD player and undid the laces in my polished black dress shoes and eased them off my feet. My socks came next, then I stood and pulled my blue polo top off and undid the button of my black pants and unzipped the fly. Stepping out of them I laid them over the chair and then pulled off my trunks and tossed them on top. It felt strange standing there naked in the small room, but it wasn't uncomfortable as the air was warm and the music relaxing and I was glad to be out of my work clothes. I grabbed the small white towel from the side table, folded in half as she'd told me and climbed up onto the massage table, twisting back to lay the towel over the cheeks of my arse and looking in the mirror directly behind me to make sure everything was covered. I saw I'd put it to high and that she would have been able to see quite a lot and, embarrassed at the thought, I adjusted it a lot lower. I then put my head face down into the hole in the table and closed my eyes. Instantly I felt the stress begin to ebb from my mind, the music was having an amazing effect, but my muscles were still tense and I patiently waited for her to come back. I had begun to doze such was the power of the music when I heard a light rap on the door and a voice call out, "Are you all set in there Daniel?" I snapped awake in an instant and called out in the affirmative. I was a little nervous at being virtually naked in the room with her, and hoped her attentions didn't cause anything to stir and embarrass myself. I'd never had a full body massage and had no idea of how they worked or what you were supposed to do. But I figured worrying was what had landed me on the table in the first place, that thinking too much was causing my stress so I thought I'd better just go with the flow. She gently opened the door and closed it behind her. Efficiently she crossed to the table and took up a tube of some sort of oil. It was strong smelling, but not in an unpleasant way. I guessed it was some sort of specialist massage oil. She then squirted it into her hands and put the tube over my shoulders and added a little more. I felt a tingle as it slowly slid down my skin and followed my spine down to the base of my back, pooling slightly in the nook that was created by my back ending and the muscles of my arse rising. My senses were heightened by the fact that I had my eyes closed and I could hear and feel everything, every little movement she made. The fabric of her clothes gently rubbed as she moved over my right shoulder and her hands made slick, wet noises as she expertly rubbed them together and went to work. Her touch was amazing. She expertly went to work on all the muscles of my back, starting high up at my shoulders and neck and then slowly working her way down. Every muscle was grabbed and untied by her fingers and palms. She constantly commented every time she found a particularly tight area, concentrating on each as she found them and gently easing the tension and strain all over my naked back. It felt like I was melting into the table and I drifted away on a raft or relaxation, the sounds of the beach sending me on my way. I needed have worried about any concerns of my sexual arousal; I was too out of it to even think about that sort of pleasure. Or so I thought. She ended that part of the massage by standing right by my head and putting a hand on either side of my body, gripping fairly tightly, thumbs at my back and fingers around the sides. She then used the lubrication of the oil to slide her hands slowly down each side, from up under my arm, down over my rib cage and down the sides of my stomach. But her fingers were long enough to reach a fair way around, all the way to my front and I felt a lightning response to her hands as she reach my stomach, sensitive in its nakedness, and then went further down to my hips and the towel placed over them. Despite the warmth of the air and the oil I could feel my skin stand on end, tiny goose bumps rising all over my bare flesh. She repeated it three times and each time the same response occurred. I was wide awake now and worried at how my body was reacting. I could feel my penis begin to swell and move. But after the three there were no more and she walked down to the end of the table, applying more oil to her hands before beginning to work my feet. As I was face down, the soles of my feet were facing the ceiling and she began needing them with her thumbs. She applied a fair amount of pressure, pushing them hard up the middle of the soles. I'm a ticklish guy but in her hands my feet were obedient puppies, and the pressure was further relaxing my whole body. She worked the heels, the toes, the arches, everything, all the while I could hear the wet, slick sounds of her lubricated fingers working at my skin. I was lucky she had lubed up well as I think she would have pulled a fair few hairs out of my legs. Up the ankles she went, loosening up the joints there before moving on up to my calf muscles. Here she spent a fair bit more time, kneading the think muscles like an olden day housewife kneaded dough. At each new part of my naked body that she'd begin to work, she would start off slow, getting the muscles warmed up before really attacking them and punishing the stress out of them. My knees were the next to get her attention. She used her other fingers more, getting in and around my knee caps and using her thumbs to probe the soft part at the back. She'd now been working on my legs for about fifteen minutes and she was up to the meaty part, the long, broad, muscles of my thighs. First she moved around the table to start on my right. Standing right by my arse, her hands barley inches from the cheeks, she went to work. Her hands were right where the towel ended and her workings actually started to move it. She wrapped both hands over the muscle then gently clenched her hands, almost fondling my right thigh. She'd clench and release, clench and release, getting the muscle soft, like putty in her hands. Then she started to knead it and this is when the towel started to move. Some of her techniques would cause a cheek to wobble and the towel would shift ever so slightly. It began to ride up and I could feel it, the new naked skin exposed as it felt the air. Centimetre by centimetre the right side of the towel came up until it was riding right on top of my arse, and I was sure the bottom of one of my cheeks was visible. But she seemed to not notice, continuing on that one thigh for a good five or six minutes. As I began to get embarrassed at how much she might be able to see I heard a quick "Woops" and she discreetly pulled the thick towel back down again, hiding all. "Sorry" She said, and I gave a nervous laugh and said, "Thanks. I was worried how high it was going there." This was someone I saw every day. I couldn't help but think that whenever she looked at me from now on she'd know what nearly half of the right hand side of my arse looked like. She patted me on the bum and said jokingly, "Perhaps I should have let it go. Nice arse." My ears burnt red. This woman was probably old enough to be my mother and she thought I had a cute butt? She was married for Christ sake. She wasn't allowed to say stuff like that! I let out a small laugh and tried to find that inner peace I had a few moments ago. She'd finished on my right thigh, leaving it feeling like warm butter and she moved around my head to start on the left. After operating with-out incident the first half of my massage was done. "I'll give you a couple of moments to roll over. Back in a bit." She said and left the room. Once she was out I grabbed the towel and pulled it off, exposing myself to the room. A quick turn later and I was on my back, my flaccid cock facing the ceiling. It was as relaxed as the rest of my body, having forgotten about the little incident earlier, and was laying down alongside my sack. After a vain two second look at my package in the mirror opposite me I placed the white towel over myself and settled back to relax. The music had stopped and when she came in she slipped another one in and pressed play. This one sounded like waterfalls and birds, and I thought perhaps it was supposed to sound like a jungle. What ever it was it had the same effect as the last CD and I began to drift off. She had brought in with her another small towel and this one she placed over my eyes. It was small, warmed and scented and covered my face from my eyebrows to the end of my nose. But I could still see out from underneath and I watched as she grabbed more oil and then went to my feet to begin again. Her touch was amazing and I watched as she worked, head bent down, at my feet. I could see her arse in the mirror and enjoyed watching it for a few moments. It strained the fabric of her sporty tracksuit and I began to imagine what she looked like naked. She moved on up my shin bones to my knees. I kept on imagining. Her blonde hair would fall down to rest on her naked white shoulders. Her skin would fall away down her chest before rising out into two full, beautiful breasts, by my amateur guess a full, borderline c/d cup, with dark rosy pink nipples on top. For a mature woman her breasts were full and perky, not sagging at all. A slight hang to each side only adding character to their beauty, her bra seeming to struggle to keep them tight and up front. I wondered if her daughter was now my age. If Gail was this hot at +40, imagine what the daughter would be at 21?. I snapped out of my imagination as she had reached my thighs. She oiled them up and I felt a trickle of the stuff slide down around my thigh and under the towel. It pooled alongside my thigh and I felt it touch my balls where one had rested on the table. The sensation, along with the memory of the pictures I'd just been making in my head, began to awake my soft cock. As all the muscles of my thighs were underneath and had already been seen to she didn't spend long on them, finishing with my right and walking around to my left. I desperately tried to stop but the naked images of her wouldn't leave my mind and my mind's eye started to look down past her breasts, as my real eyes watched them while she worked. I could see her smooth white skin roll down over a belly that had a little padding but was still in fine shape, down to her hips and into her pussy. My cock was now moving, swinging around with each heartbeat and I looked down and to see it move under the towel. I watched helplessly as it now had swung all the way up to lay against the flat of my stomach, but still not fully erect. I clenched tight my eyes and begged to what ever divine intervention might be out there to let it stop there. I couldn't see her face so I couldn't tell if she'd noticed. I'd definitely seen it move under the towel. But she moved on without comment and I began to hope I'd been lucky. I thought too soon. Because now she was working on the naked skin of my upper body and I had no hope of keeping those seven and a half inches under control. My heart had begun to beat faster and I watched her move around to stand behind my head, leaving me to watch her from the mirror. I wasn't sure if she knew I could see out from under the towel over my face, but I suspected she couldn't. As soon as her fingers touch my shoulders my cock twitched and a rush of blood sent the shaft and head rising into the air. The towel rose with it and my own nipples became erect and hard. I looked from my cock to the mirror to find her face not concentrating on her hands at my shoulders, but looking down my body to what was awakening under the towel. She seemed to lose concentration and her hands now just casually caressed up over my chest and back to my shoulders and my nipples sparked every time her fingers touched over them. Seemingly unsure of what she herself was doing, I watched her as she began to edge backwards and bend slightly whilst keeping her hands on me, to get a peak at what was under the towel. She was obviously trying to do it without my noticing but I knew, and the thought send my cock even harder, it was throbbing. My heart thudded in my chest. What was happening? It had lifted the towel and I could see it clearly and I knew she must have been able to as well. I was about to say something, to cover my embarrassment, but I didn't know what to do. But she solved the problem for me by stepping around to my right arm to begin there, having obviously seen her fill. Or maybe I had imagined it all. Questions raced through my mind. Had she seen it? Was I imagining things or had she actually bent lower to watch my cock as it got bigger? And why was she only using one hand on my arm now? I turned my head slightly to see more of the mirror and my heart slammed in my chest with what I saw. One hand was doing its job, massaging the muscles of my upper arm. But Gail had the other at the front of her pants, her fingers stroking between her legs as I watched in the mirror! She was so turned on by my erect cock that she was getting herself off right in front of me, thinking I couldn't see a thing! I couldn't take doing nothing any more. She was standing at my shoulder and I suddenly pulled my arm up from where it was hanging relaxed off the table, up between her legs, without moving my head. She gasped and stood frozen, caught, as I reach up behind her legs and gripped the elastic at the top of her pants and pulled them down, exposing her panties to the room. Still with my face under the towel I watch her from the mirror. She hadn't moved, like she was uncertain of what was going on or where it was taking us. Her eyes watched the towel at my face, unsure, whilst I slipped my hand up under her panties and grabbed the swelling of a cheek. It was my turn to massage. I forgot all my inhibitions, about her age, that we saw each other every day, and just let my cock do the thinking. I clenched and released her arse, caressing and rolling my hand all over them. It seemed Gail had decided to do the same as her hand began to work again, this time out of sight, the thin material of her white panties bulging with the movements of her fist underneath. I had to see her mature slit and I left off caressing her cheeks to pull her panties down as I had done with her pants. They came away down her thighs to reveal a small, trimmed, manicured nest of pubes perched atop a hungry, aroused, pink opening. All this I watched through the mirror. Her fingers were stroking herself from the top of her pubes, sliding down and into her slit and then back up again. Already wet, she was leaving a slick trail through the tiny, dark black curls. I couldn't stand watching from the mirror any longer and I sat up and let the towel drop from my face as I looked her in the eye. I sat their uncertain with what she'd do. She looked back at me, then her eyes dropped down to my lap for a fraction of a second to where my cock was still mostly covered by the towel. And everything happened at once. I brought my hand up between her slit and pushed her own out of the way. She stepped her legs out of her pants, pulled off her underwear and then spread her legs wider and I probed my fingers into her, finding the opening to her warmth inside and sending two fingers up at once. She almost doubled over with pleasure and I felt a wave of her own natural lube drench my fingers and hand. She was standing a little back from the table and, still sitting up, I used my other arm to reach over and pull her chest towards my face. She knew what I wanted and pulled at her top, raising her arms to slide it off for me. Then she unclipped her bra and freed her glorious, soft, white supple globes, tossing the under garment to the floor along with the rest of my inhibitions. I opened my mouth wide and swallowed a mouthful of her left breast, nipple and all. She tasted amazing and I teased and probed her hard dark-pink bud with my wet tongue, sliding it over and around the areola. My fingers were sliding in and out of her opening and I caressed her walls inside. She was ready in moments and suddenly I felt her whole body tense and release and a feminine moan escaped her beautiful lips. Her legs were trembling and she clamped her thighs together but I kept working. I didn't want to change position as I couldn't pull my mouth away from her flesh, she tasted so good. I let my teeth gently sink into one of her tits and she grabbed the back of my head in one hand and forced my face further into her. I wanted so much just to swallow it whole and I sucked as hard as I could down on the nipple, opening my mouth as wide as it would go, drawing it into the back of my throat were I worked it with the back of my tongue. I could now fit three fingers inside her and I kept their motion going, past a second, smaller climax. My cock had still been covered by the towel in my lap and her eyes fixed onto it hungrily. She placed a firm hand on my chest and pushed me back away from her breasts to lay down on the bed. I turned my head to her pussy, barely inches from my face, and gripped her arse with both hands to pull it closer. Gail made things easier for me by cocking her leg up over my face, resting it on the table while I strained my neck and sucked down on her clit that was now right on top of me. Gail had picked up the towel from over my cock and I heard her gasp, once at the size of it, and a second time as I sent my tongue probing from between my lips and deep into hers. I drank greedily at her juices as they continued to flow and used every trick I knew to get her towards coming again. Massage Therapy After what seemed like an eternity where she just stared at my shaft and enjoyed the oral pleasure I was giving her, she gripped the base of the shaft in one hand and bent her head down, stroking my balls with the other. She kissed the tip of it, then pulled the foreskin all the way down and pulled her hand up the shaft, drawing the precum out from inside. She licked my head and rolled her tongue all around it until she had swallowed all the clear cum, then she slowly dropped her mouth over my head and down the shaft. Inch by inch she went further. I felt her lips first, gentle, and then the more forceful, warm probing of her tongue as it slid down over the head. It kept tracking further down my thick rod, following her lips until it was the back of her tongue that was sucking at my eye. I thought she'd stopped there as she paused and rolled her tongue all around my member, sucking at it strongly, but then she moved her face closer to my balls and the head of my swollen cock touched the back of her slick throat. The inside of her mouth was warm and wet and she pulled her head back up, then pushed it back down again slowly. Back in her pussy I had replaced my tongue with a finger to reach her g-spot and then began to work her little pink clit with my mouth, sucking at it then letting it spring back, using my lips and teeth to full effect. Her hips began to thrust and grind at my face in response. I was forced to breath through my nose, buried in the soft supple skin of her arse, as my mouth was well and truly consumed by her aroused, swollen opening. With my free hand I reached over and cupped the breast closest to me. I squeezed her swollen nipple between my fingers and pushed and pulled at her breast with my palm and fingers. I heard a response when she began to moan, and she kept making the sound, a light keening sound that was barely audible. It built up, louder and louder till she exploded and came for a third time right into my mouth. She nearly climbed onto the table to get my face deeper into her hole and more of her into my mouth and onto my tongue. I kept massaging her with my mouth till the tremors subsided, then lifted my head from underneath her leg and set her two feet back down on the ground. She still sucked on me but now I thought it was time to relax her with something else. After waiting a few more moments while I watched her mouth swallow, tongue and suck at my erect head from my side, and from the mirror on the wall in front of me, I sat up on the table. "Are you going to stay down there forever, or would you like to try something else?" I asked. She stood up and smiled. "After what you just did, you can do what ever you like." She replied, a barely audible response, her voice containing slight quiver. "Then come up here." I said, patting my thigh. She put one knee on the table and kneeled up and over me before sitting astride me, facing me. Her breasts pressed into my chest and I felt her nipples graze mine. I looked down and grabbed one in my mouth, pulling it up before letting it drop, bouncing into my chest as it went. "Isn't this illegal, what we're doing here?" I asked, staring into her eyes face to face. She sat upon my thighs and as I said it I lifted her by wrapping my arms around her back, to move my legs so that they became crossed under her arse. God her skin was so soft and smooth. "I won't tell anyone if you won't." She responded, a playful tone in her voice. I grinned and bent forward, embracing her and kissing her deeply. Her lips were full and her tongue tasted like sweet honey. We locked a bit longer, probing and playing inside each other's mouths, our breathing heavy through our noses. I finally broke it off and pulled her up onto her knees. She rose above me and once again her soft orbs hung too close to resist and she supported herself while I grabbed two handfuls of them and sucked at her swollen buds. She reached down behind herself and grabbed my cock which had started to soften, pulling at it up and down the shaft to bring it to attention again. I felt it hit her arse every time she pulled it up and I decided it was ready. I showed her my intentions by clutching her around each cheek and beginning to pull her down towards my lap and the hard rod that sprang from it. She let it go and it stood out by itself, swollen, with its head bobbing, eagerly awaiting for her warmth to surround it. She slowly lowered her hips and I felt the first contact. It was heaven. As old as she was, her pussy was tight when it needed to be and it felt warm and moist as it started to envelope my tip. She gasped as it stroked her entrance before lowering herself a little more, my cock going two more inches inside her, spreading her opening wider, my precum oozing from the tip and mixing with her own sex juices to lubricate her walls. Then in one swift movement she let herself drop, curling her legs around behind me and moaning. "Ohhhhhhhh James" She said, her voice filled with relief, pleasure, ecstasy, her eyes closed feeling the pleasure of me inside her. I puller her tight and kissed her again as her hips started to move, moving her slit up my shaft, then down again. The table creaked out a protest at our union on top of it and I started to thrust myself up into her in time with her own motion. As she'd reach the peak of her rise, I'd clench my arse and launch with my thighs up to meet her hips as they came back down, forcing my cock to split her even deeper. She kept up the moan and repeated "Yes. Yes. Yes" every time my head reached its furthest inside her. Our motion became quicker and we were both working harder, our breathing becoming strained. Her breasts began to swing and bounce right in front of me and I watched her hardened nipples, mesmerised, pointing towards me. And after a few more minutes I felt it, a tremor run down her back and into her belly, a rippling of her muscles under the skin. We kept going, she riding up and down my pole, me bouncing up on my crossed legs to meet her and it came again. I began working myself even harder as the minutes ticked by, watching her eyes, seeing the anticipation and the knowledge of another climax's impending arrival she hid there. My stiffened shaft stood my swollen member up strong as she began to lose control of her rhythm. Then finally the tremor came back in full force. The orgasm roared down her back, through her belly and slammed into her vagina, clamping it around my cock, her muscles gripping me in an orgasmic vice as she came for a fourth time. She cried out when it hit and she hugged herself to me, her jaw clenched over my shoulder, her heels digging into the small of my back. But this one didn't end. Tears spilled down her cheeks and her moaning continued as it kept going, locked in her body and forcing something to stir deep inside my balls. They were responding and they clenched up around the base of my shaft as they prepared to send white hot cum streaming into her. I clenched my teeth as I felt the all familiar pull of a climax stiffen my cock, spearing deep into her and splitting her wide before the ecstasy hit me and rolled through my body like a tidal wave, erupting from my clenched teeth at the same time as my balls released their cum, shooting it up my shaft and pouring into her pussy. My hips kept thrusting and my cock kept pumping, squirt after squirt erupting inside her and coating the walls of her vagina and everything else, dripping out onto my balls and the table. I groaned with each squirt and each tightening of all my lower muscles that sent the cum as deep inside her as it would go. She was being lifted off the table with the power of my final thrusts and she cried out with the lust being expelled inside her. The table was screaming its own wooden protest at what we were doing on top of it, but it held strong. My climax began to ebb and I let go of her to put my arms back to support myself, my breathing ragged. I was exhausted. We both were. She still clung to me, kissing my broad shoulder, sucking at the sweat seeping from my naked skin, before loosening her arm's grip on me and balancing herself on her knees. I lay back on the table and admired her naked body, hot, covered in sweat and smelling of sex. My cock still felt as hard as the wood from which the table was built and she rolled her hips around its base, encouraging the last of its cum to enter her body. I rose back up and once more took to her breasts, gently kissing and suckling on them in post coitus affection. At last it began to soften and shrink and she climbed off my lap. As her lips parted from my semi-erect rod out poured semen with it, to pool amongst my pubes and slide over my balls. As she steadied herself on her shaking legs she saw what she'd left behind and lent forward, to gently take my soft cock in her mouth once more, suckling on it as I had just done to her nipples. The feeling of her tongue sucking off the juice on my still sensitive head was too much and my hips bucked, another warm spray squirting into her mouth. She had the whole of my penis in her mouth, lying along her tongue, and, surprise showing on her face, she drank greedily of the very last juices that could come from it. I nearly passed out with the indescribable pleasure I was feeling, it was almost painful. I closed my eyes and relaxed for a few moments, recuperating. I looked down to see her still at my crotch, her arse by my face, her breasts hanging freely. She took me in her mouth one last time then pulled back and I escaped from her mouth with a wet pop. As I sat up I shook my head, disbelieving, because although I'd just emptied myself in her, spent, the only thoughts in my head were of arousal, while she stood there naked beside the table. All I wanted was to be inside her again. I climbed off the table and stepped her to the nearby wall, pressing my hips into hers. Her arse made a light slap as she bumped into the wall. She was letting me do what I wanted and I gripped my soft cock and forced its head back inside her, pressing our bodies together. Riding my hips into her I felt my head semi harden against the walls inside her. The coarse wiry patch of black pubes above her sex felt great against my skin. I thrust harder, my balls becoming painfully aroused. The pull came again and I orgasmed dry, nothing coming but the waves of the climax that rolled over me. I let bellow an animal moan, deep and primal as my hips spasmed, the shaft of my cock painful at the punishment it was still receiving as the blood left it limp and Gail replied with her own. We stood like that for a while our bodies pressed into each other. I looked up and my cock slipped from her as I stepped back, disbelieving. She steadied herself on the wall and I went back to the table and used it to support myself. An awkward silence ensued and we both just stared at each other whilst we caught our breath. Reality began to find its way back into the room. Now that the deed was done I was completely embarrassed and wondering what the hell had come over us both. My flaccid, now foreskin covered head was hanging there, so small compared to the lengths it had gotten to in my lust, covered in the juices of a sexual union with a woman not much younger than my own mother. Not to mention that what we'd done was also illegal, as massage therapists couldn't have sex with their clients. She could lose her licence. I looked at Gail and saw that the realisation of what we'd done was hitting her too as we slowly came back to reality. She'd just fucked someone the same age as her own daughter. A customer. A friendly young man she saw nearly everyday at work. She looked up at a clock sitting on the wall. "Damn! I have to pick my daughter up from uni!" My cum still seeped from inside her slit as she quickly gathered her clothes that had been tossed around the room and stepped into the other room to the left. I heard a shower start and followed her path around into the side room. She had her back to me in a small shower not much larger than a closet. I stood there and watched as she lathered herself in white soapy bubbles, watching a bubble fall down her skin, up onto her arse and then disappearing down between her legs. I had to be that bubble. I silently stepped behind her and opened the glass door of the shower. She heard it but didn't move and I rapped my arms around her and pulled her arse up hard against my crotch. One hand gripped a breast firmly whilst the other followed a soapy trail down her stomach and into her slit. I worked it back open and slid two fingers into her, then slid them out and rubbed them into her clit hard, up and down over the top of it. She would have collapsed, such was her pleasure, if I didn't have hold of her and she clutched at my arms whilst I was determined to give her climax number five. Her daughter could wait, I wasn't finished. I gently rubbed my crotch into her cheeks and again my cock started to awaken as I pushed it into her soft skin. I watched over her shoulder as the water from the shower splashed over her chest, then I began kissing and nuzzling her neck. She moved a hand down between her legs and forced my fingers to move from her clit into her pussy whilst she fingered the clitoris herself. I lifted my lips to her ear and sucked on her lobe and the tiny gold hoop earring that hung from it. She sighed in pleasure and her fingers began working faster. I used my knee to pry open her legs and my dick, completely stiff once more, sprang up in the space between them. I pulled my fingers from her and rapped my arm around her stomach, placing my hand on her pubic mound, massaging it. She left off her clit for a brief moment to grab my shaft by its thick middle to guide it inside her once more, already starting to tremble. She became impaled on it and I used powerful thrusts to move it in and out of her. I felt her walls, which had begun to tighten, opening up again and their friction around my pole drove me wild. She cried out, "James, James", in high, drawn out feminine moans that disintegrated into pure sound as I made her cum yet again. She gripped my arms with both hands and my thrusts now lifted her clear off the white tiles of the shower floor. She lifted each leg and I was strong enough to support her as she placed them on the taps at waist height in front of us. She was now suspended on my rod. My arse clenched with every thrust and my cock swelled to even greater size, painful now in its throbbing. Gail's orgasm began to run through her body and her squirming feet somehow conspired to turn the hot tap off. The sudden change in temperature was all the stimulation I needed to tip me over the edge into the abyss of another dry climax and I lost myself as my hips took on a life of their own, bouncing Gail around, impaled on my shaft, my brain fired by the pleasure. Her tits bounced around in front of my eyes as her other foot turned the cold water off as well and I watched the last of the water cascade down them to hit the floor as the last powerful thrusts ended deep inside her body. She eased her legs down as the last strength in my muscles twitched and jerked my throbbing head deep inside her, my shaft trembling out its last life and shrinking rapidly. Gail reached out and turned the taps on as the last of my blood left my cock and her tightening lips forced it to slide out. She then eased herself around me and began to towel herself dry. Neither of us spoke, both of us in a daze. I let the water hit the top of my head, trying to use the roaring of it in my ears to drown out the roaring of my blood through my veins. She seemed to gather her composure first and watched me with a small smile once she'd finished drying herself. "A fresh towel is in the cupboard by the sink. Can you lock up aft you leave? Sorry James, I've really got to go, I'm already late." "Sure, no problems" I said. "You're incredible." Was all I could say about the last two hours. It sounded lame in my ears and with one last look at my naked body she quietly slipped out. I looked down. My dick was swollen, not from arousal but from strain. I feared I'd done some damage but then images of what had just happened flashed through my head and I figured it was worth it. I finished the shower and then got dressed again. I exited the room, feeling more tired than I had when I went in, then locked her door from the inside and stepped out, hearing it click into place, wondering what had just happened. But what ever it was I was a hell of a lot more relaxed than before.