4 comments/ 31524 views/ 9 favorites The Ladies Sex Club By: danishmichaela "Do you kiss?" I asked the naked, black man who had just fucked me. "Do you want to kiss?" He replied rather frustratingly answering a question with a question as he slid his arm round my shoulders. Lying naked beside him, I looked up and saw the slight smile on his face. He really was bloody good looking I thought. I smiled back and lifting myself up a little stroked the side of his smooth, closely shaven face. My full, slightly saggy at forty plus tits dangling I said. "Yes I rather think I do." Cupping and caressing my breasts James kissed me. He was a good kisser, but then a five hundred pound a pop escort or, as he called himself male whore should be; just as he should be an imaginative, enthusiastic and virile lover. He had shown clearly that he had the first two abilities for he had fucked me half-clothed twenty minutes or so after I had let him into my hotel bedroom. And now, another twenty minutes later he was suggesting that he also possessed the third for as we kissed I reached down and found that his delicious cock was already half erect. After being transferred there from my home city of Copenhagen I was still settling into London. I am a banker and had recently been promoted to the post of European Head of Mergers and Acquisitions. It was a big job, a very, very big job. And along with that went massive returns in terms of a near million pound salary and a potential bonus that I feel embarrassed to even mention, but it can make the salary seem trifling. Obviously there was private health, pension and share options, a Porsche for personal use, chauffeur driven Jags whenever needed in the UK, first class air travel, accommodation at the very top hotels, entertaining using the best restaurants and attending most of the most important events such as Wimbledon, Glynedbourne, the Cup Final and rugby at Twickenham. Additionally, being an expat from my home country the bank provided me with a hugely luxurious apartment a few minutes' walk from the headquarters in London Docklands at no cost. I wasn't at my flat, I was at a hotel near Heathrow. One of those fairly modern blocks lining the A4 that had been thrown up to provide short stay tourist accommodation. Three star at best it was perfect for what I wanted. A nice bed, a mini bar and total anonyomity, I had even paid in advance in cash and used an assumed name. My husband hadn't accompanied me to London. In fact my moving there had caused us to separate. It had been on the cards for some time, but strangely now that we lived apart and 'did our own things' we got on much better. I managed to get 'home' every couple of weeks or so and then Erik and I would do what most married couples do, fuck like rabbits and then row. With the enormous hours I worked, at least twelve a day six and seven days a week and the murderous travel schedule the job demanded, I had no time for a social life. I had few friends in London and met nobody outside business and there I was very careful. So much so that I knew that some of the men who worked for me and others in the accountants and lawyers we worked with called me the 'ice maiden.' Also I knew that some who had tried it on with me and who I had turned down thought I was a lesbian, probably due to the spiky, blonde with highlights rather butch hairstyle and glasses. I didn't care. But I did need sex. Being Danish and brought up with the liberal attitude towards sex for which they are renowned or notorious, I had always fully indulged and satisfied my generous sexual attitude. Masturbation helped, but I needed more. Hence, James and the anonymous hotel in Hounslow. When working in Copenhagen I had known female colleagues in banking who used escorts. I had not had the need until my relocation, but now I did. It was a lovely set of feeling as his tongue slid round the inside of my mouth, his hand attended to the needs of my full, large nippled breasts and his thick, black cock grew to its majestic fullness in my hand. He took me in the good old missionary position and then an hour or so later I straddled him and, with my tits flying around all over the place I fucked him that way; he was certainly proving that he had that third attribute as well. * Visiting two or three European capitals most weeks and New York at least once a month I was never really free of a degree of jet lag. Often, despite the long hours I could not sleep when in a hotel or in Docklands. I could work in the early hours, but when I had been drinking I avoided that in fear of making mistakes. Those non-sleeping hours then became my internet surfing times. Obviously, that involved finding images, videos and erotic stories that were aids to my now very frequent masturbating. It was also how I found my escort agencies and more so how I found out that Copenhagen was not the only city with a range of sex clubs; they were alive and kicking in many cities including London. I found businessladies.com by accident. However, the more I read it the more it appealed. It had been set up a year or so ago specifically for women like me who were lonely, in business and wealthy. It offered a range of services including a straight dating agency, a couple of blogs, chat rooms, erotic stories and pin ups. It had advice columns, a masturbation section where you could listen and cam with a man or woman talking to you as you played with yourself, email exchanges, an escort service and its jewel in the crown its ladies erotic spa or as they termed it 'The Relaxation Studio.' Whist the opportunity to gain sexual pleasure and relief from a number of their services was appealing it was the escort and studio that mostly intrigued me. I was, though, worried about security and anonymity. A couple of phone calls from a pay as you go mobile registered in a false name and an exchange of emails on a yahoo account from an untraceable iPad reassured me. They really were very organised and were willing to take cash in advance or on delivery. That meant of course that they had no idea who I was, where I worked or lived and they had no trace of any personal information; I even used a false name Christy Wade. I had cruised around businessladies a few times when I was 'on the road.' I had looked at the blogs and erotic stories, chatted with other ladies and a few chosen men in the chat room and had reviewed the talent in the escort section. I had taken the chance and deposited a thousand pounds in cash with them so that I could enjoy some of their pay services. That enabled me to have a couple of two-way cam sessions where I had strong orgasms. I was enjoying the site and had begun to trust it both for honesty and the quality of its service. And that is how James comes in to this story. I was in New York staying in the company suite at The Pierre. I had finished my meetings and very tired had got to my room at nine. I undressed to my panties and had a steak and salad and half a bottle of wine. I was feeling very horny, but too tired to use an escort agency that a woman I had met at a women banker's conference in Chicago had given me. She was the third woman I had met who had used a male escort. Each had sung the praises of the no commitment 'get laid and walk away sex.' They had each echoed my sentiments that we bankers are just too busy to make relationships so 'why not buy it?' After all men do. I was not only too tired, but too nervous as well. Not only about the whole thing of paying for sex, but also because I didn't dare let them come to the Pierre; that was far too risky! So I logged on to businessladies and cruised around that. I was flying home the next night landing at ten in the morning. That gave me the idea. There was loads of totally anonymous hotels spread around the airport that were perfect and were probably used for, illicit sex. Smiling I thought that there couldn't be any sex much more illicit than a woman paying an escort to fuck her! I went to the escort section and found beautiful James. In the intro to his profile he was described as 'six feet of black eroticism' and later as 'an ebony fuck machine with the tenderest of touches.' He claimed to have a degree in psychology and be a good conversationalist. He seemed perfect. Sitting naked in the first class hotel, I exchanged emails with someone at businessladies and booked a room at a cheap hotel near Heathrow. Flying home in the American first class I was like a bitch in heat thinking about what I had arranged. I was so aroused as I went through immigration and customs. Having a bed on the flight had meant I got nearly six hours sleep, which is as much as I get most nights. I was a little tired when I checked into the hotel at eleven. James was due to arrive at mid-day so I had time for a shower. Sitting naked in front of the dressing table mirror it suddenly struck me. 'How do you dress for such an assignation?' I was drying my short, hair when I had to think about that. He was there for only one reason and that was usually carried out with few clothes on so maybe I should greet him in my underwear? Or should I be less obvious and be fully dressed? Maybe wrapped in a towel or naked and leave the card in the door. Fuck it was complicated I thought settling on underwear and my red, silk dressing gown. Obviously I had no real idea of the form and how the action would move from him arriving to us having sex although the site had said 'no rush' and 'discuss what you like for as long as you like.' Waiting for him to arrive I was really nervous and a couple of time almost contacted businessladies to cancel him. At dead on twelve the phone in the room rang. "Hello Cristy" it said reminding me of my nom d'amour. "Oh hi is that James." "Yes it is, how are you?" A nicely modulated voice asked me. After we had assured each other that we were both well James said. "Would you like to have a drink in the bar first?" I hadn't even considered that, but it was too late now. "You know check out the goods first" he went on. "No I am sure it will be ok, come up to three three one" I told him, my throat going dry and my heart pounding as I made these final arrangements about having paid sex. As I opened the door and saw him I wasn't sure whether I was more nervous about what was happening or more impressed by how good looking he was. He came in and I offered him a drink from the mini bar that he refused saying it was a little early for him. "Well having just arrived from the states I have no real idea what time it so I will if you don't mind." "Not at all" he replied his eyes glinting as they ran up and down me in the shorty dressing gown. "What can I get you?" I was impressed by his style and politeness. We chatted for a while and then I asked him how much I owed him as the deposit with the agency was insufficient. He told me and then asked what I wanted to do. "How do you mean?" I asked. "Well some like to chat for ages, others like to as it were get on with it." Smiling I replied still hellishly nervous. "Well why not both?" "Of course that's fine, but seeing as you were dressed I er, um sort of wondered." "Yes I see. I have never done anything like this before so I didn't know the form or the er dress code." "Well I have to say Michy" he said almost in a whisper as he came and sat beside me on the end of the bed. "You got that dead right, you look beautiful and very, very sexy." "Thank you" I gulped back as his arm went round me. "What often happens is that we have sex very soon after I arrive, then relax and do it again an hour or so later." "That sounds perfect" I whispered. "Shall I undress?" He surprised me by asking. "Er yes, why not please do" I replied feeling embarrassed. Standing a few feet in front of me he slid his black leather jacket off and quickly pulled the white tee shirt over his head. He had a lovely chest. Looking at me he undid his zip and slid his jeans off, he wasn't wearing anything underneath; he was gorgeous and very well hung. "You are lovely" I whispered adding arousal to the feelings going through me. "Thanks Christy, may I help you?" He asked kneeling on the carpet in front of me. He slowly undid the tie and peeled the gown off me. "Mmmm you look gorgeous" he sighed looking at the Perla, lace bra and panties. He sat beside me and undid the clasp on the bra. "You have spectacular breasts" he muttered as the he eased the cups away. "Thanks" I whispered loving his touch on them. "Stand up Christy" he muttered. I did and with no hesitation he slid my panties down and off. I hadn't thought I would be undressed like this and rather foolishly, but nevertheless very womanly my first thought was what would he think of the bulge on my tummy and the excess flesh on my hips and thighs. I didn't have to wonder long for standing up close to me he whispered. "You look amazingly fuckable Christy." He obviously, or so it seemed to me, played this as though we were proper lovers and not an escort and his client. "See what you have done" he went on standing back a pace and putting his fingers on his fully erect dick. He was excitingly long and thick. "Yes" was all I could manage as a reply as he walked behind me, reached round me, cupped both of my breasts and pressed his erection against me. "Are you ready for me Christy." "Just a sec let me take these off" I said removing my glasses and placing them safely on the dressing table. "Ok now?" Again a rather inane 'yes' slipped from my mouth as he pushed me forward and down so I was kneeling beside the bed. A little more pushing and pulling and I was lying on it on my front with my legs over the side and the fronts of my feet on the floor. "Ok like this?" "Oh yes" I grunted as he eased himself between my legs that he pushed open. And like that, doggy style I had my first ever paid for fuck. * I felt good after James and I had fucked a second time. He was so considerate and friendly that he really did make it feel as if I was with a lover rather than a male whore. He had said some time during our second bout that he wanted us to be in love for the time we were together. I thought that was a lovely expression and really did sum up what paid for sex should be all about. Again lying naked with his arm round me after the second bout of sex we chatted. He brought up the website and asked if I had visited the studio. I told him I hadn't and he suggested that I should going on to explain that it was ladies only, but that men were available and told me that he worked there now and then. "Doing what?" "This really." "What making love?" "Yes." "Who with?" "The members." "What I could buy your services there?" "They are provided free, it's in the cover charge." "Oh I see, how nice." "Haven't they told you much about it?" "No, but then I haven't asked" I told him feeling wonderfully comfortable being naked with him. "Tell me about it" I asked stroking the inside of his thigh as his fingertips stroked the top of my boob. "Well simply put it's dedicated to ladies pleasure. You can wear whatever you like including nothing as many do. You can swim, there's a small gym, a steam room, sauna and several Jacuzzis. You can be massaged by a man or a woman, or both or two men or two women." "What sort of massage is there?" "All sorts, heavy and light and of course massage to satisfaction." "Satisfaction?" I asked looking down at his lovely dick that was again showing signs of life. I stroked it. "Mmmmm nice" he purred cupping my boob. "Yes to a climax." "Sounds good." "There's more, want to hear?" "Sure." "You can book one or two of us for sex." "Really?" "Sure and you can watch others having sex in one of the show rooms or have sex in one yourself." As he told me more about what goes on in the studio so, inevitably I became aroused, particularly at the thought of having sex with an audience. And as my arousal grew so I paid more attention to his cock that marvellously grew in my hands. This time I straddled him when we fucked. * I made an appointment to visit The Relaxation Studio on a Sunday. The lady at businessladies.com advised me on the phone that there was an entrance fee of six hundred pounds. I gulped a little at that, but she reassured me by saying that the entrance fee was good for as long as I wanted to stay adding. 'All night if you wish' and that it also included drinks and food and access to all services. I paid for it on a credit card that could not be traced back to me. The studio was in a large rambling four-storey town house in Notting Hill. I went by cab getting the cabby to drop me near to the tube station a few hundred yards from the studio location. After registering at reception I met with the manager, Josie who explained the form to me. She was probably in her mid-thirties and was a hugely attractive willowy blonde. There was a basement into which a reasonable sized indoor pool had been built and out back there was an outdoor pool and sunning area that being in England didn't get much use. "We aren't overlooked Christy" she told me adding as she looked into my eyes. "It's perfect for getting rid of those white patches....everywhere." "What you mean topless" I rather naively asked. "Whatever you wish. At the Studio anything really does go you know." "I see." "Do you really or would you like my guided tour?" "Yes that would good." We wandered up and down the stairs and through the maze of corridors as Josie explained everything. It was an interesting combination of straight and erotic opportunities. "It really is up to our guest to choose what she wants from the Studio, every pleasure is here it's up to the individual to select her preference" she explained. I saw a nice bar and restaurant with elegantly dressed women eating and drinking and then through a viewing panel into the pool area I saw women in swimsuits, women in bikinis and topless and nude women swimming, in the Jacuzzis or going to and from the steam rooms and saunas. Josie showed me the love cells as she laughingly described them. "Where you can take your chosen lover and do whatever you wish" and the massage salons. "Where what happens is between you and the masseur." "I don't think any are being used at present, but down this corridor are the exhibitionist and voyeur rooms where you can be watched as you take your pleasure either on a massage table or in a love cell. You can watch Christy or be watched whatever is your pleasure." "Who are the men?" I asked. "We er, um hand pick them from our escort service, that I understand you have used haven't you?" "Yes." "Was it to your satisfaction?" She asked as we walked back to her office. Recalling my four fucks with James brought a smile to my face. "Oh yes, very much so" I told her. "So what would you like to do Christy?" "Er not sure" I said not wanting to say how excited I felt at the prospect of watching a couple have sex. "Well why not start off with a swim, maybe a sauna and some steam, perhaps a Jacuzzi and then perhaps a massage?" "Yes that sounds good." "Did you bring a swim suit, although it's not really necessary?" "No?" "No we have some you could use or, of course, as many members do you can go topless or naked, it really is up to you." Having been to several nudist beaches in Denmark and France and having always sunbathed topless the idea of baring all didn't daunt me, but I decided on a bikini to start with. However, I really do enjoy swimming naked and the opportunity to do that had a strong appeal. "I'll show you to a dressing room then." I undressed, slipped into a patterned bikini, wrapped a towel round me, locked my handbag and clothes in the locker and strolled down to the pool. There were a dozen or so women of varying ages and sizes sitting round the sides on loungers. About half were wearing swimsuits, a few were topless and three or four looked to be naked. I glanced at the pool where there must have been another dozen or so swimming several of whom were clearly also naked. Although I am not lesbian or even really bi, despite having dallied a few times, I found myself becoming aroused at the sights. The Ladies Sex Club I walked over to a vacant lounger and laid my towel out. I hesitated at first, but then after taking a deep breath and plucking up courage I removed my bra and then, with my back to the pool and where others were reclining, I slid the panties off as well. Naked I felt nervous yet excited and yes sexually aroused as well. Turning and avoiding eye contact I slipped into the pool and started swimming up and down. The water was at a perfect temperature and felt fabulous on my body. It's such a gorgeous feeling to swim naked and it makes a woman realise just why it's called the breast stroke. Lying nearly flat your boobs hang down, but seem to be caressed by the smooth, coolness of the water. I swam for twenty minutes or so. As I did I looked round more and saw some women looking at me and that made me feel good. I swam close to several topless and other naked girls and we all smiled and nodded. Getting out I went to my lounger and dried myself now more acutely aware of eyes on me. I went into the sauna and chatted to a couple of older women then into the steam where I was the only naked one, the others were in one piece suits, but that didn't embarrass me, or them I think. I had a quick cold shower shivering as the water washed over my heated body. The inevitable happened. I am sure the hardening of my nipples was due to the cold and not to the rather gorgeous young topless thing standing waiting for me to finish. "Thanks" she smiled as I hopped out my tits wobbling quite alarmingly. Looking at my nipples she smiled again. "They can be such a nuisance can't they?" That caused me to look at her breasts. She wasn't large, probably no more than a b cup, but her boobs had the wonderful pertness of youth and were capped by dark pink, nearly brown aureola with extraordinarily prominent nipples. I looked up at her face again and saw her smiling. Her eyes were glinting as she entered the cubicle our bodies almost touching. "Yes they can" I replied. As the water ran down her boobs her huge nipples also hardened. "Especially when one is er, um" she said pausing, raising her eyebrows and smiling at me before adding. "Cold." That made me gulp for it was an obvious a come on line. "Yes true" I said hesitantly adding. "I think I will try the hot tub to warm up a bit." "Yes good for you, see you later." I got my towel and wrapped it loosely round my waist as I wandered round the swimming pool to the eight or ten person Jacuzzi bubbling away in the dimly lit corner of the basement. There were six or seven women in there all but one of whom were certainly topless and maybe bottomless as well. I got into the pleasantly warm tub just as the bubbles started. I sat between two women about my age, one a blonde the other a brunette. They both nodded and said hi. I nodded back. "It's sublime in here after the cold shower" the blonde said. I turned and looked at her and saw that the strong flow of water on her back was making her whole upper body shake. She had big boobs, much bigger than mine and they were leaping around very vigorously as indeed mine were too. Looking round at the other women I saw that inevitably all our tits were jiggling up and down; it was a voyeur's dream! I decided to have a look round before, probably having a massage. The place had filled up in the hour or so since I had arrived and everywhere was buzzing. Walking back to the main changing room I noticed that in the main part of the club, although some were still naked or just in panties, most had covered up and were wearing skimpy dresses or dressing robes. I had a quick, warm shower, dried myself and slipped into my panties. In my locker there was a pale blue, silk robe that I put on. I came to mid-thigh and had just a tie, no buttons. I walked up the stairs to the top floor. The Studio comprised the ground floor where there was the reception, changing rooms, gym and tanning cubicles, hairdresser, manicurist and make up salon; the basement which was the indoor pool area; the first floor with the bar, restaurant and cinema, the second floor that had the massage, gym and tanning cubicles and the top floor where there was the viewing rooms. I went up to the top floor first. There were six or seven rooms. Each had a window looking in and onto a bed. Two had shut doors with occupied signs and the curtains drawn across the windows. Two had open doors with guys sitting on the beds. 'Just like the hookers in Amsterdam's Rossebuurt district' I thought wondering if that was what James did? Two others had some girls crowding round the window looking in, I joined them at one of the windows. There was a man and woman writhing on the bed naked. They were clearly about to have sex. I moved on to the other window and was surprised to see two women, about my age sitting on the bed. They were both naked from the waist up and were kissing and caressing each other; I found that very exciting. I moved on to the last room that had the door open and the curtains drawn back, but nobody was outside. As I got closer I saw why, it was named 'The Intimate Viewing Suite.' I wandered into the room, it was very dimply lit, but I made out that there was a woman and man on the low bed and a number of woman sitting on the deep pile carpet covered floor watching. I sat down and looked on. It really was an enormously sexy situation. To be so close to a couple who were making love with six or seven other women looking on obviously played to the voyeur in us and the exhibitionist in them. The girl was probably in her late twenties and the guy mid-thirties. She was a slim blonde with a great bum, but what looked like enhanced tits and he was a stocky dark skinned guy with jet black hair. Oh yes and a big cock. He was hard and she was stroking it as he nibbled at her nipples and tits and slid his fingers along her pussy lips and inside the obviously sodden hole. "Fuck me Guy, please fuck me now" the girl moaned. "How do you want it?" "Doggy" she sighed to a general sound of approval from the watching ladies two of who I saw were kissing and groping each other; I could understand why. I was absorbed watching the lovely looking girl clambering onto all fours her boobs hardly wobbling confirming to me that they had been helped. Nevertheless, as the guy knelt behind her, his cock in his hand they hung down quite nicely. Positioning nearly horizontally to the bed he grunted. "Ready Cassy?" "Oh yes" the girl replied as he pressed the head of it against her lips. I heard a woman mutter "Oh my God" and looking across the room and in spite of the dimness I saw that her hand was cupping and caressing her breasts. "Enjoying it?" another voice much closer to me asked as I felt a hand rest on the back of mine. I turned and saw that it was the girl I had chatted to at the showers, the one with the spectacular nipples who was sitting on the floor just behind me. She was wearing a robe similar to mine, but whereas I had the tie down up on mine, she didn't. Even in the dim light I could see her nakedness, the swell of her breasts and the clear outline of nipples. "Yes it's er quite good isn't it?" Alternating my gaze from the girl to the couple on the bed I saw him surge his hips forward and watched fascinated as his cock slid right up the girl's pussy. Whilst I had seen a couple making love in a sex club in Copenhagen and indeed when Erik and I had swapped partners I had done it with the guy as Erik did it with the partner, this seemed so much more intense. "Yes it's very erotic isn't it" the girl said squeezing my hand slightly? That made me look at her. She raised her eyebrows. "Anyone can use the rooms you know." "Really?" I gulped now convinced that she was trying to pull me. "Yes and of course you don't have to open the curtains if you don't wish to." "I see." "By the way I am Marie" she whispered leaning towards me causing her robe to open completely. "Hi I am Christy." "Pleased to meet you" she said kissing me on both cheeks. "And you Marie." We were interrupted by the woman on the bed almost screaming, presumably with pleasure and the man letting out those low, deep grunts that men do when they cum. I looked up and saw that was exactly what was happening for they were both deeply in the throes of an orgasm. They finished and got up. The audience started to drift away and I lost Marie. I went to the bar and ordered a vodka and a dash of water. It was complimentary as were all drinks and food. I sat on a bar stool, but was quite quickly pulled into a conversation with four other women sitting round a table. They invited me to join them. I did. We chatted away covering a range of very ordinary topics including TV, movies and of course the forthcoming Olympics that were being held in London. It really was a quite incongruous scene sitting there in a ladies' sex club talking about such topics. This was made even more incongruous as two of us were in robes, both of which were gaping, another was in a dress, the fourth was wrapped in a towel and the other was topless. It didn't seem to matter. The conversation changed when one of them said about the viewing rooms and another said she used it regularly. There was general chat about that and some of the male 'servers' as the guys we could have sex with were called. James name came up and two of them said how fantastic he was. I didn't let on that I knew him. Everyone was very discrete and few questions were asked, but opinions were offered and freely discussed. One of the girls, a good-looking rather buxom blonde said she came here most weeks. "It stops me having an affair" she told us while another informed us that it was because she was married to a guy in his seventies who gave her his blessing to come here to be fucked. "He even pays the fees" she smiled. "I was considering having a massage" I told them asking if they could recommend a masseur. The topless one asked smiling. "Male or female?" I didn't reply, but excused myself and went to reception. I asked about massage and she advised that there were three working today. Clicking on her keyboard she brought up the profiles of the three and I was a little disappointed that James was not amongst them. Two looked very young and for some reason that turned me off and I selected Kel a fifty year old. He looked fit, was handsome with blonde, greying quite long hair and a nicely hairy chest, which is a penchant of mine. "He's available now" she advised. "He's in salon four. Have fun." I went to the salon she mentioned and met Kel. He was wearing a shorty, silk dressing gown, which, like mine, was tied at the waist, but his was dark blue silk and ended mid-way down his thighs. Where the lapels gaped I could see his fairly hairy chest, the hairs varying in colour from black to silver. His lower legs were bare and he had nothing on his feet that, for some reason I noted had unusually long toes. "Come in Christy" he said, holding the door open for me. He shut the door behind me and dimmed the lights even more. I was surprised not to see a massage table, but instead there was a mattress on the floor covered by a white sheet with a large blue towel in the middle. "Yes we don't use a table" he said guessing, or seeing my surprise. "It's more relaxing on the floor." "Ok," was all I could manage rather hoarsely, momentarily wondering why in earth I was putting myself through this. "For both of us he added" taking hold of my elbow. "Would you like to lie on your front first, Christy?" I wasn't sure what I was supposed to do about the robe, so I hesitated, with my hands hovering by the bow. He turned his back and picked up a couple of towels from a pile on a table. "Yes take that off please" he said in a rather officious tone. I lay down as instructed, oddly pleased that he averted his gaze. The mattress was soft and warm and had a lovely sweet smell; it was pleasant to lie on and quite relaxing. He knelt beside me and covered my body in two or three warm towels. It was just like being in a regular, straight spa. If it hadn't been for the way he was dressed I would not have even thought that there might be the 'other services' I wanted, but wasn't sure I would request. Kel started on my back by peeling the towel back a little and pouring warm oil between my shoulder blades. He massaged me fairly deeply all over my upper back and shoulders. It felt good. That finished, he repeated the exercise with each of my legs. Each time merely rolling the towel back to expose the part that he was about to massage and, with both legs, tucking the top in a little round my bum. I was beginning to worry that maybe I had read the situation incorrectly and that this was just a straight massage, so similar was it to all the spa treatments I had experienced. But then I rationalised even if it was it would be enjoyable for he was giving me an excellent massage. I was mulling over how things had accumulated to get me to such a place as this and nearly dozing off when the massage changed. I felt him roll a towel upwards exposing my lower back, waist and the top of my bum, just where it starts to flare up into the two mounds of flesh. He poured oil onto the small of my back and started massaging that and my waist. His hands were sliding a few inches up my back all round my waist and onto my hips then back and just up the swell of my bum. It was gorgeous. I could feel the sides of his hands keep pushing against the towel that was draped over my bum covering the crease, moving it down a little. It felt as though it had moved quite a way, but in reality it was probably only inches. "Feel good Christy?" "Mmmmmm, very nice" I groaned back finding speaking difficult with my head resting on my arms. I felt the towel over my bottom being lifted. "May I?" he asked. I wasn't sure what he meant, but in any case I murmured. "Yes." He removed the towel. "Oh Christy what have we here?" He asked, obviously referring to my panties. They were dark blue, lacy, hipster shorts, cut acutely across each cheek of my bum. I didn't reply, I had no idea what to say. "Very pretty, very nice" he said as I felt his fingers run over them sending my arousal level up a few degrees. Nothing happened for a moment or two. I simply lay there as Kel, presumably, simply stared at my bum. That excited me. It played to my latent sense of exhibitionism that had come to the fore when my ex had taken 'glamour' photos of me. I may even have slightly wiggled my bottom a little. "Very nice and very sexy" he went on quietly, resting a hand right on my cheek. That excited me even more, but nowhere near as much as his next words did. "But also, very unnecessary." He didn't ask, he simply assumed and took over; that also excited me. "Lift up a little" he said quietly as he slid his fingers into the waistband. "We don't want to get oil on them do we?" "Fuck he's taking my knickers off" I thought as I did as he asked and lifted myself up. And that is exactly what he did, took my knickers off. It was an amazing feeling to be lying there on that mattress, my eyes closed, the room dim with soothing, classical music playing as this older man, kneeling beside me his bare leg, pressing against mine slid my panties down my legs. I knew that he must have seen all of my bottom and probably my pussy to from between the backs of my slightly parted thighs, which I closed. I knew then, that with that most erotic of gestures that this was definitely not going to be a straight massage. And from then on it wasn't. His touch became softer, more of a caress than a massage, he went nearer to my more intimate places and his body, mainly his knees and legs came into more frequent contact with mine. I had expected that when 'the action' started I would be nervous and be torn as to whether I would really go through with it and do whatever sexual act or acts turned out to be top of the agenda. But I wasn't. In fact it was quite the opposite. I enjoyed being naked, having his fingers run over my bare bum and have his eyes gaze at me. I had found him removing my panties to be an incredible turn on, his light touches to be soothing yet arousing and his bare legs pressing against my hips and legs exciting. The combination of these made me a little nervous for clearly I knew they were the precursor to me doing something much bigger; just what that was I wasn't sure. But what I did know was that I would do something sexual with this intriguing masseur. I felt him remove the towels covering my legs so that both of them were bare. He shuffled behind where my feet lay on the mattress and took hold of both of my ankles. Without asking, he pulled them apart, wider and wider. He didn't say anything at all but I suddenly got the most stringent charge of sexual arousal as I felt his fingertips brush up the inside of my left thigh, stopping just millimetres from where my pussy lie open, wet and waiting. But waiting for what I wondered; a finger, several of them, a tongue, his cock or all of them? I felt his knees against the soles of my feet, he was pressing there as he caressingly massaged my inner, upper legs. Even in the dim light, he could not have avoided seeing my pussy lips, I wondered if they were glistening with my excretions. He lifted one foot. He caressed and massaged that, the ankle, my instep, the arch and each of the toes. That was surprisingly erotic. He lifted my foot further and pressed, quite hard, on the sole, massaging all over that and the ball of my foot. And then, he rubbed the bottom of my foot against the silk of his dressing gown; I was not sure, though what part of his body that was covering, well not at first that is. But then I gasped with sensation as I felt the bottom of my foot being pressed against what was obviously his bulge through the silk. He wasn't erect, but there was some hardness there. It was such a charge, I loved it. I felt him shuffle between my opened legs, his knees pressing against my legs, just above my knees pushing them even wider apart. I knew he must be staring at my open pussy. His hands found my bum. He squeezed each cheek and rolled the flesh around, kneading and squeezing it and then pulling my cheeks apart. I could feel him leaning forward and then had I a fabulous sensation, one that I had never experienced before. I felt him blowing his breath firstly, along the crease between each cheek, then right on my bum hole and then all along the cheeks of my pussy. It was an amazing feeling and I couldn't stop a deep grunt of pleasure slipping from my mouth as my entire body jerked and my bum wiggled at him. "Nice?" He asked, moving his face away. "Mmmmmmm" I moaned back. "Good," he went on rewarding me by replacing his breath with his finger running softly right along the length of the crease in my bum. "Are you anal, Christy?" I wasn't sure quite what he meant so maybe rather naively I asked. "You mean anal sex?" "Yes, do you like anal play as part of your foreplay?" "Yes" I grunted feeling amazed that he was asking such questions. "And penetration?" He asked pressing his finger right in my hole. "Maybe" I sighed loving the pressure, I moaned and jerked again so intense and lovely were the sensations he gave me as his finger slid in a little way. But he stopped. Then he moved his hands up my body and started to massage my upper back, shoulders and neck. To reach them he moved further between my opened legs. Deeper, until the front of his knee lightly pressed against my pussy. That brought another big jerk and moan from me. He pressed more firmly. I pressed back, he pressed more, I tried to close my legs round it, tried to sort of ride it, I suppose, but he stopped me. "Not yet Christy" he said in a rather schoolmasterly way as he gently admonished me. The Ladies Sex Club He moved away and said softly. "I think it's time for your front now. Turn over please." It was so incongruous, I thought, that as I struggled my body over from my front to my back, he averted his eyes. He compounded this charade of being discrete by holding up a large towel, just as straight masseurs do who are trained to avoid looking at the clients' naked bodies. But they only provide muscle relief, not the sexual relief I was expecting from him. He laid the towel over me. It covered me from my breasts to my ankles. Lying there on my back, naked and covered in just a towel I got the chance to have a good look at Kel, my masseur. He was better looking than I had at first thought, but I realised he was probably older, possibly late fifties or early sixties, that shocked me for some reason. Kneeling beside me, he leaned forward and placed a pillow under my head, gently lifting my neck to do so: that was a nicely tender touch; I liked his gentleness and consideration. I also liked the way the lapels had now slid very widely apart showing his hairy chest. It was open to his waist; there was no sign at all of a bloated stomach, in fact, what I could see above the tie, looked firm, taught and flat. Nice, I thought. He shuffled from alongside me to behind my head, out of my view. Before he moved out of sight, though, and as he shuffled alongside me, the bottom part of his robe gaped. I wasn't sure, but it looked as though he was naked under it. For some daft reason, considering I was here for him to give me sexual satisfaction, that seemed incredibly exciting and made me want to plunge my hands under that robe and grab at the bulge, my foot had experienced earlier. As Kel gave me one of the loveliest scalp and face massages I had ever had, something I find immensely erotic even when performed by a straight masseur or a hairdresser, my mind was consumed with wondering whether he was naked under the robe. That seemed such an important issue. My mind was buzzing with curiosity and queries. Was he naked, was he hard, how big was he, was he circumcised and would he later offer to fuck me with it, or simply let me hold it? Would he present it to my mouth for me to suck and if he did what would he taste like? Those questions had to remain unanswered though, at least for a while, for he had started to massage the front of my shoulders along my collar bone. My eyes were tightly closed, but I knew he would have to be leaning forward from his kneeling position. I frequently felt the silk of his robe, probably the cuffs or elbows, brush across my face; a heady sensation indeed, silk is so sensual, I find. Then I opened my eyes and saw that it was not the cuffs or elbows, but the folds covering him beneath the waist, the part covering his, what I was sure would now be, his erection. I still couldn't see that and how I stopped myself from reaching up for it, I have no idea. It is so unlike me, but I had such a desire to feel and stroke his cock that my body was exploding with want. Perhaps that was his plan, I wondered? I closed my eyes again and gave into the feelings, sensations and emotions that Kel was creating in me. He certainly knew his stuff, both from a technical massage and an arousing a woman angle. His hands were softly massaging that area between my collar bones and where the flesh became fuller and my breasts flare out from my chest! His fingers, for I think he was just using those now, were rotating in little circles, moving steadily downwards, although when he moved down a few inches he would then go back up again to near my collar bone. Down, then up, up towards my shoulders, down towards my breasts; up to nice feelings, but not sexual and down towards the erotic playground of my breasts and nipples. But now, as his hands and fingers slid downwards, each time I felt them push against the towel, the edge of which was just where my breast flesh erupts from my chest. And of course that meant two things. One, that each time he pushed the towel the edge moved up the swell of each boob and two that as he did that, so the edges of his hands touched that wonderfully sensitive flesh. Although I knew, or thought I knew, that soon my full breasts would be bare and he would gaze at them, touch them, squeeze and caress and maybe even suck them, and although he, presumably, knew that as well, we both continued with the charade. The charade of pretence, the game of not knowing, the play of anticipation, building the suspense and creating the hope and expectancy of impending sexual delight. The theatre of tease that we all experience some time; it was lovely. I opened my eyes again. The silk of his robe brushed against my forehead as he leaned forward his hands on a downward sweep. I watched them go slowly nearer and nearer to my breasts. They rested against the edge of the towel, the sides of his hands and his little fingers were on my breast flesh, touching it, sending wonderful feelings through my body. The towel moved up each breast. It was now half way up each mound. I could see at the peak of each of them the outline of my brutally hard nipples that were so aroused and erect they were making massive indentations even through the fairly heavy towelling material. I so wanted that towel to go, to be removed, for Kel to slide it away so that my aching breasts were his to gaze at, adorn and do with as he wished. I was so fucking aroused and horny I was sure I would be up for anything. I nearly reached up and pulled the towel from my body, but I resisted that; after all that was not the game we were playing. We were playing by his rules, not mine and they demanded that he, not I remove the towel at the appropriate moment. But like the experienced arouser he evidently was, he didn't rush, he didn't hurry things; he continued building the moment, keeping me in suspense and on the boil. Playing with me, knowing what I wanted and needed I am sure, but determined not to give it until he decided. After all he was in control, it was his play and he was the ringmaster. I closed my eyes again and revelled in the magic moments he was giving me. His hands touched the towel and the slope of my breasts again. They eased the cover further up the slopes of my boobs, which due to my supine position were, I liked to think slightly flattened, but in reality were probably sagging sideways. Again and again it was edged up as again and again he leaned forward his robe caressing my face his hands touching my boobs. I desperately looked to see if I could catch a glimpse under his robe, but the angles were not right and, in any case, the room was too dim for me to see. I could not indulge my voyeuristic desire by seeing his prick, but I could certainly indulge my hedonistic needs by revelling in the touch of his hands on my flesh. The question my mind was now grappling with was, if and when I would be able to fulfil my exhibitionist instincts and have Kel see my naked breasts and swollen nipples. The other question to which I still needed an answer was just what 'extras' Kel would be providing, if any of course? It didn't take long for the edge of the towel to climb the hillock of my boobs and for it to sit precariously right on their flame tipped peaks. His hands now had more skin to flitter across. They had the expanse from the top of each orb to just before each nipple. Three to four inches of super-sensitive flesh that he was lightly stroking, caressing, touching and massaging. I was squirming, crossing and uncrossing my legs and gripping the towelling covered mattress with my fingers. My breathing was heavier, my eyes were shut tightly and my mouth was slightly open; I was probably groaning and moaning quietly. And then I felt it, then it happened, then, suddenly my breasts were free, they were uncovered, they were bare, they were available and they were ready for him. I didn't actually feel the towel being removed, but I felt the air on my flesh and then I realised it hadn't been removed. Kel had taken the simple expedience of sliding his hands under it, of running them up each boob, of opening his hands up and cupping my tits in his hands. It was quite an unusual feeling to have my breasts cupped and lifted from behind my head, but nevertheless it was lovely. The grunt that escaped from my mouth was almost animalistic, my body trembled, and I writhed my bottom and arched my back pushing myself against his hands. It was fantastic. "Oh yes" I sighed as quietly as I could as he squeezed and rolled my tits around. He pinched my nipples; he pulled them and pressed them. He pushed the two more than a handful-sized orbs together squeezing them into one mass of tit flesh, pushing his fingers into the crevice between them. The towel slithered off me; I hardly noticed it going at first, but then I realised with a huge surge of excitement that my breasts were bare. I opened my eyes and looked at him staring at them. "You have lovely breasts Christy" he whispered cupping and kneading the pliable flesh. "And such gorgeous nipples" he went on pinching them and them pulling each in turn so they stretched to their maximum length. I watched his eyes slowly run downwards and realised that he had removed the other towels as well so that my entire body was exposed, I hadn't realised that had gone so exciting was I from him uncovering my thirty six double D's. It felt wonderful to see the lust and desire in his eyes as I flaunted my nudity at him. He had got it just right. Earlier, and I may have been alarmed and embarrassed and later I would have become too frustrated. Smiling slightly I squirmed my body as if inviting his further attention, which of course I was although I still had no idea what that might be. "Mmmm, lovely," he murmured, leaning over me so the part of the robe covering his thighs and stomach pressed against my face obliterating my sight. His hands slid further and further down my body. Past my tits, over my lower chest, onto my hips, along my stomach, into my landing strip of pubic hair, across my mound and, with no hesitation at all right between my legs that I so willingly opened for him. His fingers made a cursory caress of my pussy lips before unfolding the pink petals above them. Unlike many men, he found my clit immediately, but then that is his job I smiled, revelling in the more extreme sensations now roaring through my body. I opened and closed my eyes and loved the way that each time I opened them I saw that he was staring deeply into them. Although neither of us spoke a word, the emotional and sexual exchange was enormous, well at least for me it was. I felt so bold and adventurous, aroused and excited, uninhibited, sexually liberated and so fucking turned on I was almost cumming. It felt amazing to have this skilful man at my sexual beck and call to give me the anonymous pleasure I so craved. Knowing that once we finished I would dress and walk out of his life for ever if I so chose made me feel very different to any sensation I had before when having sex. He was now squeezing, cupping and pinching my tits with one hand as he caressed, stroked and rubbed my stomach, mound, thighs and pussy with the other. I was gripping the mattress, gritting my teeth and opening and closing my eyes as my head tolled from side to side. I squirmed my body and arched my back illustrating to him my extreme sexual arousal. He knew I was near and knew that he would have to do little to tip me over the edge, but being the expert I could now tell that he was he kept me right on the brink of an orgasm. I couldn't help letting sighs and grunts, little moans and sounds of appreciation escape from my lips as he took me closer and closer to my climax. Seeming to anticipate my every need he removed his right hand from between my legs and staring intently into my eyes he slowly pulled the tie on his dressing gown undone and let it open. The excitement I had been feeling up to know clocked up a few more gears as, with a little difficulty, he shrugged the robe off and knelt beside me gloriously naked and wonderfully erect. "It's yours Christy" he said softly. "Oh Kel" I whimpered reaching out and holding it; it felt wonderful. I held it, stroked it rubbed it and pumped it. It was a glorious feeling to be adoring a man's cock as he rubbed and stroked my breasts and pussy. I had no idea if he wanted to or would cum. Maybe male masseurs don't, after all they may have several clients in an afternoon or evening. Equally I had no idea if he would fuck me or not, but that didn't seem to matter. This wasn't about being fucked, it was about me gaining pleasure and satisfaction from a man I had never met and may never see again. It was pure sexual indulgence, nothing more and nothing less. I didn't care about anything other than that. Nothing else was important; just his hands, my bare body and his cock became my temporary universe. His fingers were probing, they were slipping slightly inside me. They were enquiring and seeking an invitation. They were asking my permission. Though considerate and thoughtful it was totally unnecessary, for what they were enquiring about was exactly what I wanted. And that was three of his fingers to be shoved right my cunt. Looking him full in the eye I eased my head up a little, raised my knees and opened my legs. "Yes" I grunted as I felt my lips opening as his fingers slid into me. Somehow, that told me that we would not fuck me. He would finger fuck me and do other things but penetration and oral from him were not on the menu. That didn't mean, though, I hoped that oral from me was an off menu item for my face was level with and just inches from his delicious looking cock. I licked it looking up at him. He smiled his agreement and pushed it forward a little. I kissed the bulbous end as I felt the surrogate cock of his two or three fingers slide up my soaked, open and so eager channel. But then I felt something else. Somehow he had manipulated his fingers so that one, probably his forefinger pressed against my bum hole. It was enquiring not forcing itself. He was asking the second part of the question he had started earlier. I could have said no, shook my head or wiggle myself away from it, but I didn't. I stayed exactly as I was; legs open, knees raised, his cock in my hand, two or three fingers in me and his finger pressing against my anus. As he pressed and that eased into me so I realised that he had carefully used my juices to lubricate me. The fingers up both my passages at the same time gently pumping really was the most amazing sensation. "Ok Christy?" "Mmmm" I sighed back. I closed my thighs round his hand as he started to pump in and out of me and as I began sucking his cock. I am sure we would have made great lovers for we quickly found a perfect rhythm. He had me now. I was completely gone. I was over the top and cumming continuously as wave after wave of wonderful feelings invaded every part of my body. I wanted him to cum and tried to make him, but he didn't. That offended my female ambitions a little, but I realised the difficulties and instead just gave myself in to rubbing his fat cock all over my face as once again I had the most wonderful yet anonymous orgasm I lay there a moment or two wondering about the protocol of post sex in such a circumstance. He sloved it of course. Bu then he would have been there many times. "I hope you enjoyed it Michaela?" "Yes Kel, yes I did. What did you say?" I asked realising what he had called me. "I called you Michaela, after all isn't that your name Missus Henrikson?" "What do you mean?" I asked panicking as I tried to bluff my way out of it. "Missus Michaela Henrikson, MD of Mergers and Acquisitions for Gertons Investment Bank." "No, no, don't be silly of course I'm not" I said unconvincingly as I stood up and moved away from him." "Ah well then Warren Emerson the bank's president can just jerk off to the photos and video of a blonde Danish woman sucking my cock can't he?"