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Massage Apprentice Ch. 01

By: ManosHands



I am a masseur. I've had my own practice for many years now. How I got to where I am today is a tale worth telling. It's a long story - stick with me.

It started in my freshman year in college. I was hit by a car while biking, and broke a leg, bruised some ribs and sprained my wrist, as well as totaling a pretty decent bike. After I got the cast off of my leg I was prescribed two months of physical therapy. The college had a pretty big sports program as well as a physical therapy department. And since the accident happened on campus and I was initially treated at the campus med center, the therapy was scheduled to take place on campus as well.

On day one of my therapy, I was assigned to Jen, who was to be my therapist for the next two months. She was a graduate student just finishing up her Masters in Physical Therapy and was working part time in the PT department.

Jen was a great therapist. Besides teaching me the exercises and how to use certain pieces of exercise equipment, she was a good at motivating me to push myself harder. She could be tough on me when I felt like I couldn't do one more leg extension, but would share my joy when I finally was able to complete the entire set.

Part of the therapy was a massage. It ended every session. Jen primarily concentrated on my leg, massaging the muscles that had been out of commission for a while. Early on, when I mentioned that my back was bothering me, she included a back massage to the routine. She was a good masseuse, and she knew that I liked the massages, so from that point on she would sometimes motivate me in my work out by promising a back rub. 

Jen and I had started talking about general life experiences in the first couple of massages, but pretty soon we were sharing more personal stories. So, over the course of the therapy sessions, we became friends. As much as I had hated the idea of therapy when I first started it, I learned to enjoy it and would look forward to each session. By the last session I was walking upright with barely a limp, and my broken leg felt almost as strong as the other one.

As Jen was massaging me for the final time, I thanked her for her help and support and told her I was going to miss these sessions. She commended me on my progress and tried to give me all of the credit. She also told me that if I was ever in the need of a massage I could call her and she'd be there. She gave me her card. She also gave me a goodbye hug.

Finally free from the forced exercise, I found myself hooked. I started to spend more and more time in the schools weight room and cardio center. While my studies were still front and center, fitness became a close second. I was becoming a gym rat.

One day I tried to dead lift a bit more weight than I should have and I felt my back give out. It was really painful for about an hour. Advil and ice packs helped to bring the pain level down, but it was bothering me for a couple of days. I decided to call Jen.

She sounded happy to hear from me and asked how I was doing. When I told her, she said that I should come over as soon as I could. I knew that she had her own massage business on the side and that she worked out of her small graduate student housing apartment. We set up an appointment for that afternoon.

I arrived on time and Jen greeted me with a hug. She looked different from how she looked while working in the PT department. Instead of the college logo polo shirt and dark pants, she had on a loose fitting T shirt and running shorts. I had always thought of her as attractive; her off duty appearance made her even more so. And, just to make myself clear on a point here, I never thought of her as anything more than a friend. The age difference was only eight years, but when you are 18, a 26 year old seems, well, much older.

She ushered me into her small second bedroom which she used as her studio. It had what I now know as the standard massage room amenities of a massage table, a side table with towels and bottles of oils and lotions, a CD player and some candles.

"So you hurt your back?" she said. "Trying to be Superman?"

"Yes I know it wasn't the smartest thing I've ever done." I said. "It really hurt at first but now it's just a persistent dull pain."

"Well, I'll see what I can do about that." She said. "But first let me tell you a little bit about this."

She told me about her massage business. She had started it four years ago and is building up a good client base. She said that unlike her job at the college where she only gives sports or therapeutic massages, she offers a wide variety of types of massages. And while some of her clients come to her with specific issues, the majority of her clients get relaxation massages; some consider it as a gift to themselves. She explained that a proper massage can relieve tension in your body as well as in your mind and spirit. And that while she does enjoy the added income, she also enjoys making people feel better.

I understood, but had to ask "So how much do you charge for a real massage?" 

She smiled and replied "For you, today, there is no charge. I'd consider it an honor, my privilege, to give you your first real massage!"

Then she explained the procedure. "I'll leave the room while you undress and get under the cover sheet. We'll start with you face down".

I stripped down to my underwear and got on the table. When she came back in, Jen lit some candles, dimmed the lights and turned the CD player on.

Jen started the massage by applying oil to her hands and using her hands to spread the oil over my back. She worked at loosening some tightness in my shoulders and upper back, and then continued down my back. When she applied some pressure to my lower back I winced. She said "I'll get back to that." She put a heating pad on the area and recovered me with the sheet.

Jen moved down to my legs, totaling uncovering my right leg. She spread the oil on as she had with my back and then started massaging from my calf up to my thigh. She had touched me there before but now, outside of the school setting, it seemed very different. The heat and smoothness of the oil, the dimmed lights and the music all helped me relax. I dozed off for a minute or two.

I woke back up when Jen removed the heating pad. I apologized for falling asleep, but she said that it's not an issue. "It happens a lot." she said, "In a way it's a compliment on my ability. But the next part might not be so relaxing."

She applied more oil on my lower back and started massaging with very light pressure. It was a bit painful at first, but eventually, after applying a bit more pressure, the pain lessened.

"You had a big knot back there." she said. "Whatever you did, don't do it again."

I promised her I wouldn't.

She told me it was time to roll over. She lifted up the cover sheet so that she couldn't see me. I wasn't concerned about that; I was wearing boxer briefs that were not really any briefer than my workout shorts that I wore for the therapy sessions.

Jen covered me back up with the sheet and then folded it down to expose my upper body. She massaged my neck, shoulders and chest, avoiding my nipples. She then massaged my belly, with much gentler strokes. Her touch there seemed more personal and less technical; I assumed that was what she had referred to as a relaxation massage. This, along with the sensation of her oiled hands, was messing with my head. I didn't yet have a fully defined six-pack, but you could definitely see the results of my workout regime. Jen commented on this while tracing a finger over the muscle delineations. The center cut of my yet-to-be six-pack extended thru my belly button and down under my briefs; her finger stopped at the brief line.

Jen covered my chest, moved to my side, and completely uncovered my leg all the way up past my underwear up to my hip. She spread oil up and down my leg, and then started massaging from the calf up. Her touch on my inner thigh, along with the previous six-pack touch, was starting to get me turned on. I felt the beginnings of an erection. I was petrified that she would notice, but consoled myself that I was doubly covered by my underwear and the cover sheet. As she worked on my thigh muscles, her massage became more firm; the moment passed and I could relax.

However, once she switched legs and starting applying oil up my thigh, that feeling kicked back in. Again, being double covered, I hoped she didn't notice anything.

And shortly thereafter the massage was over. Jen took a towel from the side table and wiped up any excess oil from my legs and upper body. She told me to take my time getting off of the table, that she was going to wash up and would be back in shortly. 

I had just finished dressing when she came back in.

"OK, so how do you feel?" she asked. 

I tool a moment to assess this and realized that the back pain was basically gone. I told her this and that I felt very relaxed. The feeling was similar to how I felt after a good workout; the endorphins must have been flowing.

"Glad to hear it, although the back pain might kick in again. " she said. "You can use Tylenol and heat, and ease back into your workout routine. And, if you ever need to, you can always come back for another session."

I told her I'd like that, but didn't really have the money. She thought a minute and then said "You're a business major, right? Do you know your way around a computer? And do you have any bookkeeping experience?"

I answered yes on all three accounts. She proposed a barter. If I set up and maintained her massage business records, she'd give me a weekly massage. I didn't have to think very long on that. We became business partners.

She made some coffee and we discussed what information she wanted to maintain. I took some notes as to what the database would look like, and told her that I could probably have something set up by the end of the week. That sounded good to her so we set up a date and time.

The week passed quickly. When I went back to Jens apartment I showed her, on my laptop, what I had set up. She gave me a stack of papers that turned out to be her own way of keeping records. She wanted the data to be stored on her computer, so asked if it was ok if I worked from her place. I agreed to that but asked if I could take some of the records home to enter them in. Then by the next time I came I could show her how they looked and move the application and data over to her PC. She agreed.

"I really appreciate this," she said. "I've been meaning to get organized for a while, but I've always found a reason to put it off."

"You've definitely earned a massage." she said. "I have some free time now; a client is scheduled for later on this evening. Do you want to do this now?"

Of course I did. I really enjoyed the first massage and couldn't wait for another.

She smiled and then said "Since you're fairly new to this, I should explain a couple of things. First off, I request that clients be fairly clean before the massage. Most of them bathe before they come over, but, with some advance notice, they can shower here. Some don't, but as long as they aren't dirty and sweaty I'm ok with that."

She continued. "Last week you wore your underwear for the massage. I'm also ok with that, but I usually tell clients that they can undress to their level of comfort. That said, most clients get their massage totally unclothed. Being naked allows me better access to your body without worrying about getting oil in your clothes. But, again, it's totally up to you."

I told her I understood and asked if I could take a quick shower. She laughed and said "So much for advance notice!"

She led me into her bathroom and got me a towel and washcloth. There were some 'unmentionables' hanging on the shower rod; she grabbed them before I got a good look. "Advance notice..." she said once again. "Make it quick. I'll meet you back in the studio." 

I did make it quick, washing the days sweat off. 

I tried not to think of the panties I had seen hanging up, but I was unsuccessful so I ended the shower with a blast of cold water, just in case. I dried off, wrapped myself in the towel and went out to the studio.

Jen had already set up the room. She had lit the candles, dimmed the lights and had that 'massage music' softly playing. I saw that there was no cover sheet on the table. She noticed that and said she'd use the towel as a covering.

"Hop on - face down." she said and I did. She untucked the towel from under my waist and re-arranged it to cover me from the waist down. I was at first a little apprehensive about being naked, but once she started the massage I got over that.

The massage started off as the first one had. Jen did apply more pressure on my back now that I wasn't in pain. When it came time to do my legs, she moved the towel off to one side to expose my entire leg up to my hip, including my butt cheek. She explained that gluteal massage was part of her normal routine and that had skipped it last week because she didn't want to get oil on my underwear. Again, I was a little apprehensive but I trusted her. And when she starting digging into the muscles there, I knew it was all business. I relaxed and let my mind wander.

She switched legs, covering the one and uncovering the other. This was the side my cock was laying on, and even though she didn't really get anywhere close to touching it, it was close enough for my wandering mind. I started to get a bit hard just before she said it was time to turn over.

OK, now I was concerned, but didn't really see any way out of this. I wasn't fully erect, just a bit plump, so maybe she wouldn't notice.

Besides, she didn't give me any other options. 

She turned her head away as she lifted up the towel. As I rolled over I took a quick look down at my dick. I was pleased to see that I wasn't going to be pitching a tent. It was, however, very full and barely lying down on my left thigh.

Jen put the towel on, covering me from the waist down. If she noticed anything she didn't react to it.

As she worked on my shoulders, arms and hands I started to relax. I was even fine when she massaged my chest. Before she started on my belly she adjusted the towel down a bit, stopping just above my pubes. The belly rub was soothing, but I had to try to keep my mind on anything else but her hands. I mentally went over her business database info.

Despite my best efforts I could feel myself getting hard. Fortunately, before I started pitching a tent she stopped and moved on. The foot massage felt great, as did the work on my ankle and calf.

Before she went further up my leg she adjusted the towel by folding it over towards the opposite side, exposing my entire leg. She tucked the towel between my legs; that tucking move brushed against my cock. Even though it was covered by two layers of towel, it felt good. Too good.

When Jen massaged my thigh, one hand worked on the inside and the other on the outside. The inside hand stopped well short of my covered cock. The outside hand continued up over my hip. I wasn't use to this type of contact so, no matter how much I tried to distract myself, I continued to grow a bit. By the time Jen was done with that leg my erection was too obvious to ignore.

Jen unfolded the towel back to cover the leg, but before she started to work on the other leg she paused. 

"One of the benefits of massage is an improvement in circulation of the blood; an increase in blood flow throughout your body." she said, looking me straight in the eyes. "And sometimes, with men, the result of that increase in blood flow is, well, obvious. You shouldn't be embarrassed; your erection is just another indication that I'm doing a good job increasing your circulation. And, for that matter, it's an indication that you are in good health."

Her frank discussion about my hard on didn't do anything to reduce it. 

She then uncovered the other leg, again tucking the folder over portion of the towel between my legs. I glanced down to check out the pup tent that I had, then I looked up at her. She returned my look with a comforting smile and continued on. Her hands on my thighs continued to excite me, but her 'blood flow' explanation made sense so I didn't try to fight it. I just relaxed and let it happen.

When she finished the massage, Jen told me to take me time getting up and left the room. If I had been in my own room, I probably would have finished myself off. But instead I stuffed my dick, which had lost some of its size, into my jeans and went out. I joined Jen in the kitchen. She poured me a cup of coffee.

"So, how was it?" she asked.

"Great! I can see myself getting addicted!" I replied.

"Well, that's the whole idea." she said. "You keep handling the business side and I'll handle the, er, handling side."

We both laughed at that.

"I do have a question though..." I said. "about the blood flow issue."

"Oh, I really hope I didn't embarrass you," she said. "That's the last thing I wanted to do."

"No, I appreciate you explaining it." I said. "I was just about to apologize for it."

Jen replied "There's no need to do that."

"So, my question is do all of your clients respond like that?" 

"No, not all of them," she replied. "But many of them do, to some degree."

"And you're ok with that?" I asked.

"Originally, when I first started, it made me feel a bit uneasy. But I got over that. And since then, I've seen more than my share of hard-ons." She added "More than I can shake a stick at... literally." 

She smiled. 

Yes, we were talking about erections but it didn't seem wrong or dirty. Her attitude was very casual and her frank talk was refreshing.

"Do they ever get, er, over excited?" I said. 

Even though this was an open discussion I couldn't really bring myself to talk about ejaculations.

"Well, there's always those new clients that expect something more." she said.

I didn't know what she was talking so I had to ask. "More?"

"Well, my guess is that they're looking for a happy ending." 

Now, back then I was new to massage and innocent in many ways; I think the look on my face told her I didn't know what that was.

"Ok, so how can I explain this?" she wondered out loud. "What the hell... it's a hand job!"

It took me second to digest this new information.

"So, that's part of the massage?" I asked, thinking that if it was I missed out on it.

"No!" she said. "But that doesn't stop some people from asking for it."

I added "Some guys." 

"No, some people." she replied. "Women get that increased blood flow as well; they just manifest it differently."

Jen proceeded to explain about the ethics of massage therapy. She told me there are massage parlors where special services, including happy endings, are offered. And that there are independent masseuses and masseurs that offer their clients similar services. 

I had to ask.

"Like what? I mean, besides giving a guy a happy ending, what else do some people offer?"

Jen actually laughed out loud. "You are so innocent that it's downright sinful!"

"I'd bet that you could get just about anything for the right price." she said. "I've heard of masseuses that will give massages topless or fully naked, and will massage all of your private areas. Some give full body rubs, and even give oral sex or full out fucking. What they usually can't do is give a decent massage!"

"Well, you've got that covered!" I said. "But never any of the extras?"

"Oh, I've gotten requests. And I guess that if all I was concerned about was money, I'd think about some of them. But each masseuse has to have their own code of ethics; what they will do and what they won't do. So, for most of my clients, all I offer is a great massage and an hour of pure relaxation."

I picked up on what she said. "Most of your clients?" I asked. 


Massage Apprentice Ch. 01



"Ok, so there are some regulars, mostly women, that prefer to be massaged without any covering. And I'm ok with that as long as we're both comfortable about it. In some ways it's easier than fussing with the draping." Then she added "And it does save on the laundry."

Jen glanced at her watch and told me that she had a client due within the half hour. She said she tries not to have clients meet each other on the way in or out. I took that as my cue to leave.

I continued to improve her bookkeeping application. I'd spend some time at her place almost every weekend, for usually a couple of hours, entering data and fine-tuning the process. Most weekends I'd get a massage as well. I learned to be more relaxed, but I still would sometimes get an erection. Jen would sometimes comment on it with "looks like the blood is flowing now" or something like that, never making it out to be more than it was. It was comfortable and after that first time, I wasn't embarrassed about it.

Once Jen got a phone call while I was there working. It was a last minute request from a regular client. When the woman arrived, Jen casually introduced me as her assistant, without exchanging any names.

I was gone by the time the woman came out of her massage, but later Jen told me that the client had asked her if her assistant was going to assist in the massage. She said she had always wanted a four hand massage. So Jen asked if I would be interested in that. I told her of course I would, but I'd need a lot of guidance. She decided that she'd teach me enough about massage techniques so that she could offer clients a four hand massage, or offer a couples side by side massage. 

And so began my career as a masseur.

More about my massage apprenticeship in following chapters...



Massage Apprentice Ch. 02



And so began my career as a masseur....

My 'training', which was Jen's term, began when I received my next massage. As we had already worked out, I was getting free massages from Jen in exchange for helping her with the business side of her business. I was at the point where the basics of her bookkeeping were all in place and working well. She had suggested adding some bells and whistles, including a free form notes section where Jen could add to after a client's session. I had also suggested that we looked into advertising. Jen was doing pretty well just by word of mouth, but she agreed that we could do better with some well placed ads. All in all, her business was humming along. And did I mention that I was getting free massages?

During the course of the massages, as Jen worked on the different parts of my body she would explain what she was doing and why. She would say "There's a lesson to be learned here.", and proceed to fill me in. Also, to show me the difference, she would occasionally do something wrong, like applying incorrect pressure.

I, of course, was enjoying the lessons. As far as the 'blood flow' issue, well, she frequently got my blood flowing. And, over the course of the numerous massages I'd received, we had both become a little more lax with the draping, so my erections were almost always apparent.

One day, during a massage, I was laying face up with a towel folded over to the right, exposing my entire left leg, thigh and hip. As Jen started to work on that leg I started to get aroused. Although that didn't happen every time, there was nothing unusual about me getting an erection. After all, we had discussed that early on and we both knew where we stood on that subject. Or so I thought.

This day, when Jen saw that I was getting aroused, she said "There's a lesson to be learned here."

Before I could ask what the lesson was, she moved off of my legs over to the head of the table, and worked on the back of my neck and shoulders. She applied much more pressure than usual, almost to the point of being painful. 

"There!" she said.

"What?"

"Well, when a client gets aroused – as you were – there are a couple of options. The option I just used was to move to a different body part and apply more force. That usually works, taking the clients mind off of their crotch." She glanced down toward my towel-covered cock and said "It worked, right?"

And, yes, she was right. Without realizing it, my mind had switched focus to the change in the massage and my erection was subsiding.

"Yes, it sure did." I said. But I had picked up on what she said so I had to ask "What are the other options?"

Jen smiled and said "I had a feeling you were going to ask that. That's a bit scary, knowing you well enough to know in advance what you are thinking."

"Another option is to just ignore it." she said. 

I asked her how she determines which option to use.

"It depends on the client and how well I can read their intentions" she said. "If I think a guy is being suggestive with his hard on, flaunting it, or wanting me to touch him, then I use the first option and very forcibly."

"But if I feel that the erection is just a byproduct of the massage, and the client isn't expecting anything of me, then I just work around it. That's usually what happens, because, as you know, I won't accept a client back if they are expecting a 'special' massage." she said, putting air quotes around the word special. 

I was pleased to hear that; the confirmation that Jen was comfortable on those occasions when I had blood flow issues. Of course, I never told her that it wasn't just her hands that got me aroused. Thinking about what she might do with those hands fueled my imagination, which fueled my cock.

Then Jen continued "There is a third option. I seldom resort to it but it does seem to work."

Now I couldn't just leave that hanging there, so I said "And it is...?"

"Well, if I am very comfortable with the person on the table, I can change up the massage in a different way." she said, and she moved back down towards my legs.

Jen looked me in the eyes; there was a twinkle in them, along with an impish grin I had never seen before. She started massaging where she left off, working on my exposed left side. But now, instead of the usual firm pressure, she eased way off, so much so that her touch was barely there. She used just her fingertips, dragging them across my thigh.

The effect of this 'technique' on me was almost instantaneous. I started getting hard again right away. Her fingers were getting closer to the inside of my thigh, much closer to my goods than she usually went.

"So what do you call this option?" I asked.

"I don't actually have a name for it," she replied, "but I guess we could call it the 'teaser option', because it makes me feel like a c..." She paused for a moment, smiled and continued. "Like a cock tease."

Even though I had somewhat of an idea where she was heading with this, or at least where, in my imagination, I hoped she was heading, I played dumb.

"So," I asked. "Who gets this special option?"

Jen laughed, but didn't stop what she was doing. 

She answered with "Very few people... I'm actually making this up as I go. The lesson in this is to show you that as a masseuse you hold a lot of power over the clients. Just as you can distract them from the effects of blood flow, you can also be the cause of the increase." 

Now I was truly lost. I had no idea where this would finish. I figured the best course of action was the truth.

"So I understand that, but isn't this," I said, pointing toward her hands so close to my now very obvious hard on, "an abuse of power?"

Jen laughed once again and said "Yes, perhaps it is." Then she slapped my thigh, not too hard, but hard enough to signal that the massage was over. She added "There's Kleenex in the cupboard, and you can use my lotions... just clean up after yourself." She saw the look of disbelief on my face then said, as she always did, "And take your time getting off", she paused, gave me a smile and continued "of the table." And with that she turned and left the room.

I'd like to say that I didn't succumb to her suggestion, or, if I did, that I took my time and built to a glorious climax, but neither would be true. I didn't hesitate. I removed the towel that was barely covering me, reached over for the bottle of massage oil, and put a couple of drops on my very full, very hard cock. I was so worked up that it only took a couple of strokes before I could feel that I was near. I laid back on the table, gave myself a couple more pumps and shot off onto my belly. 

After I caught my breath I got up and cleaned up my mess, got dressed, and went out to join Jen in the kitchen.

"Well, that didn't take long!" she said, as she handed me a glass of water. "Drink plenty of water to replenish your fluids!"

I didn't know what to say. "So what was that all about?" I asked. "Not that I'm complaining in the least, but what was that all about?" 

Jen smiled, but I could see a hint of embarrassment in the smile. She said that she might have gotten a bit carried away.

"Feel free to get carried away whenever you want to!" I said, trying to keep it humorous.

But she got serious. "You know that I'm fully aware when you get excited on the table, right?"

I just nodded yes.

"And I know that guys need to release that 'excitement', right?"

Nod.

"So, I guess I'm saying that it's alright with me if you occasionally feel the need to finish yourself off. OK?"

Nod.

"I just 'kick-started' you with that third option."

I finally found my voice. "That third option really did kick-start me, as you put it. And like I said, feel free. But I'm pretty sure that I'll never use it on a client".

Jen laughed and said "Never say never!"

We sat and talked more. She said that some masseuses, probably unlicensed, offer what they call sensual massages, and how she found that term interesting. As they used the term it was meant to be more than just a massage, but she felt the term was valid for most massages, including the type she gave.

"Of course I'm concerned about any pain a client might be having. I can deal with that. But really, most of my clients come in for the relaxation and pampering that I supply. And I give them that by treating all of their senses. For the sense of sight I dim the lights; sometimes I put a cool mask over their eyes. For hearing, I play the soft mindless music. Scented candles and aromatic oils for their sense of smell. And of course hands and oil for the sense of touch."

It made perfect sense to me, but I had to add "What, no pampering for the sense of taste?"

"A cup of tea afterwards... does that count?"

After a couple more weeks of her walking me through what she was doing as she massaged me, with no repeat performance of the third option, or my 'release', it came time for me to work on her. I had come over to show her how to enter data on each massage, and to discuss my ideas to drum up more business, including offering a free massage for a referral, offering a free birthday massage, and selling a packages of ten massages for the price of nine individual ones. She generally approved, so I said I'd print up some ads for her to look at, as well as designing coupons for the free massages and for the massage package. Jen then turned to me and said "Do you have time for a massage today?" I replied that of course I did. She said that she had a client coming in later, but there was time for a half hour session.

I started to head into the studio. The normal routine had long been established. She would warm up the oil in the kitchen while I disrobed in the studio. She'd announce herself before she came back in; I'd be naked, face down on the table covered with the draping, either a towel or a sheet.

That day she stopped me and said "I think it's time to see what you've learned. We're swapping roles."

I had figured that at some point in time I'd be practicing on her, so I said "OK. You go on in and get ready. Disrobe to your level of comfort, and get on the table, face down. I'll wash up and be back shortly."

She smiled at my take-charge approach and said "Yes sir!"

After washing my hands and preparing some oil, I knocked on the studio door and asked if she was ready. Yes, she was, so I entered.

I started the massage as I was taught, with both hands pressing firmly on her upper back, on top of the sheet she had used as draping. The purpose of this first touch was two-fold. First, it established contact gently versus hands directly on skin. And second, perhaps more practical, was that it made sure my hands weren't too cold. 

After a moment I uncovered Jen's back by folding down the draping, stopping just at the top of her ass.

I had to pause for a moment to catch my breath.

I'd always thought of Jen as an attractive woman, but in a simple Mother Earth way. She didn't wear any make-up, as far as I could tell, and generally wore loose fitting, flowing clothes. Seeing her partially naked, I was taken aback at how shapely she was. The muscles of her upper back were well defined, sloping down into a waist much smaller than I would have thought. The sides of her breasts, although pushed into the table, showed promise that she was better endowed than I'd have thought as well. And right above the towel, where the crease of her ass began, her hips flared out as women's tend to do, hinting that there was a shapely butt under the sheet.

I knew I had to clear my mind and concentrate on the task at hand, but it wasn't going to be easy. 

As I started working Jen's upper back I asked her, as she had asked me in almost every massage, "Are there any areas that need special attention today? Or do you have any injuries that I need to be aware of? Any soreness?"

She laughed at my mocking her, but replied "No issues – just a relaxation massage for me today." Then she added "And we'll only have time for my back, and, perhaps, my legs. I'll need time to clean up before Sue arrives."

I worked on her back as I had been taught. Jen offered only one comment; I could use more pressure. After about 15 minutes of working her upper, then lower back, I moved the draping back up to her neck and uncovered her legs up to her upper thighs, just short of her ass. I oiled my hands, spread the oil over her legs, and started massaging at her ankle and working up her leg.

As I got to her thigh, I wondered if my touch excited her as hers frequently excited me. I doubted it; there was no verbal or physical reaction. Although I would have loved to let my hands wander, I stayed professional and kept well away from her personal boundaries.

Jen broke the silence. "Well done my assistant, well done!" And then she said that she needed to clean herself up and reset the room before her client came. I told her I'd strip and re-make the table while she showered.

Just as I finished putting clean sheets on the table, Jen's doorbell rang. I hesitated answering it because up to that point my contact with clients had been minimal. But since Jen was still in the shower and I didn't think it would be right to keep a client waiting, I opened the door.

Sue, the client, was the same woman that I had met briefly once before just as I was leaving the apartment. She seemed to be around 40, and although she was dressed very casually in jeans and a short sleeved top, I could tell she was well put together, in a fashion sense that is. She was color coordinated with her top matching her belt, and her clothes seemed freshly pressed, and her sneakers looked brand new. As far as her physical appearance, she seemed to be in good shape for her age. She was not at all skinny, but shy of what I would have called overweight, and probably around 5 ½ feet tall. She was blonde with shoulder length hair. Based on what she was showing under that top, and the way her jeans hugged her legs, I'd say, again, that she looked very good for her age.

Sue recognized me from the previous meeting. "Oh, is it my lucky day today?' she asked. When it was obvious I didn't know what she was referring to, she continued. "Am I getting my 4-hand massage today?"

I smiled and said that no, not today, but perhaps sometime in the near future. "Well," she said, "Can I be put on the waiting list?"

I responded with "Sure thing! Miss Sue will be at the top of the list!" As I led her into the studio I explained that Jen would be with her in a moment and that she could go ahead and disrobe and get onto the table face down.

At the time I thought she might have misunderstood me, but, looking back at it, I don't think that was the case. Either way, almost before I finished telling her to get ready, she had pulled off her top. She was standing in front of me in her bra. I started to turn around, but not before I got a good look. The bra was white, lacey, and, I don't know if you call it a push-up or a half-cup, but most of her tits were on display. She was smiling and had started to unbuckle her jeans when I left the room.

I went back into the kitchen and had just poured myself a cup of coffee when Jen emerged from her bedroom. I told her that Sue was waiting for her and that I'd see her tomorrow. Professional or not, the image of Sue smiling at me while she was undressing stayed with me for a while and fueled that evenings jack-off session.

The next day I went over to Jens to apply some updates to her data and, hopefully, either get a massage or give one. Jen had decided that I should give, and mentioned that since she didn't have any appointments for the rest of the day, we could take our time. I took that to mean that I was to give her a complete massage and not just her backside.

As I started on her back, Jen told me that I made quite an impression on Sue. She said she couldn't stop talking about me. "What did you say to her?" she asked.

I told her everything, from 'signing up' for a four hand massage to her misunderstanding my instructions. I thought that Jen would be upset that my first real contact with a client went so wrong. I didn't need to be worried. 

Jen started laughing into the face donut, and then lifted herself up a bit so that she could talk to me. She either didn't realize that she was exposing most of her breasts to me, or she didn't care. I think she didn't care.

"That is so like Sue!" she said. "She is quite a pistol. Sue is one of my oldest clients; I'm sure she didn't misunderstand you."

"So she purposely undressed in front of me?' I asked. "She wanted me to see her?"

"Oh yes, I'm sure she did. She says that she's going thru a midlife crisis."

"What, did she buy a Ferrari?" I asked.

"No, better than that. She got a very good divorce settlement, but her current crisis is finding her 'inner woman'. And to hear her talk about it, she seems to be enjoying that newly found sexuality."

"It sounds like she's using your massage table as a psychiatrist's couch."

"Yes, you're probably right. You'll find that each client is different. Some like to chat while others barely talk at all."

She added "And for now, I'll shut up and let your hands do the talking." And with that she laid her head back down into the doughnut.

I had been standing at the head of the table. While Jen had been talking she had been looking up at me. Her breasts had been pretty exposed, but I couldn't really check them out without her catching me. Oh well, I thought, maybe some other time.

I worked on her back with the same amount of pressure from the previous days massage. I had pulled down the draping just to the top of her ass, and, like the previous massage, as I worked on her lower back, I refrained from invading her 'personal space'. 

And again, like the previous day, when I moved on to her legs I undraped them to mid-thigh. As I worked my way up her legs I massaged just a bit under the draping, but still not near her lady 

parts.

Up until now Jen had remained silent except for a moan or two when I had hit a sore spot on her shoulder. But now she spoke up.

"You know I don't bite, right?"

"Yes ....."

"In yesterday's massage you seemed so concerned about touching me inappropriately that you missed some major muscle groups." 

"Yes...?"

Jen continued "Well, you don't have to worry about that with me. You're new at this, so you probably don't know how far to go with a client.'

I responded "I didn't want to offend you, or have you think that I was trying to cop a feel or something."

"I understand that and appreciate that you think that being 'professional' means not pushing boundaries.' Jen said. "And with some clients that's fine, but you'll have to learn how to 'read' a client."

"Read?" I asked.

'Yes, read the client's body. For example, have I given you any indication to feel that I don't want my thighs worked on or, better yet, my glutes?" 

"No... So do you?"

"Thank you for asking." Jen replied. And although she was still face down in the doughnut, I could sense a smile in her tone. "As a matter of fact, I do."

So I proceeded to undrape her as she had done to me multiple times. I grabbed the part of the draping that was covering her and folded it over to the right, exposing her entire leg and right butt cheek, but keeping her crack and crotch covered. That's how she draped me and seemed to be an unwritten rule; I'd have to ask Jen about that later.

I paused for just a moment to soak in the sight in front of me. Jen had what I still consider to be the perfect ass. These days' big booties seem to be the thing. I'm not a big fan. And on the other extreme, a butt without some meat on it looks too juvenile or boy-like; definitely not my cup of tea. Even with just the one cheek exposed, Jen's ass was perfect... did I mention that already?

I must have paused for more than just a moment because Jen cleared her throat as if to say 'enough already', then softly giggled into the doughnut. I resumed the massage.




Massage Apprentice Ch. 02



I restarted on her exposed leg just above her kneecap. Having been given a green light, I used one hand one her inner thigh and the other on the outside. When I got to the towel covering her crack, I swept the inside hand over and up her cheek. Jen let out a little moan.

"Is the pressure too hard?" I asked.

She replied "No, it's just right."

Her response led me to thinking. If the moan was not because of pain, it must have been because of pleasure. Interesting, as it might have indicated that Jen got pleasure out of being touched just as I did. Well, maybe not just like me.

I continued to massage her ass as she had done so often to me. I didn't stray any closer to her covered crack than she had with me, nor did I go any higher up her thigh.

After repeating the process on her other side, it was time for her to turn over.

The 'turn over' procedure, as I had learned it from Jen, was pretty straight forward. The masseuse would move the draping back over top of the receiver and then, from the side, lean over and lift up the far end, creating room for the receiver to roll over. The masseuse should also turn his head away, averting his eyes so as not to get an accidental glimpse of hidden parts, but, if done correctly, the client is not exposed.

Jen performed this effortlessly, but I fumbled a bit with the draping. A very briefly exposed breast didn't go unnoticed, but it was quickly covered. Jen giggled and said "Smooth!" I replied that she made it look easy, to which she said "Practice makes perfect."

I used the break in the action to ask how I was doing so far.

"Very good." she said. "You must have had an excellent teacher!"

"Oh, she's ok." I said

"Only ok?"

"Yeah, just ok..."

Massaging Jen's front presented a new set of experiences.

I lowered the draping down to just the swell of her breasts, and moved to the head of the table.

As I worked on her neck I couldn't help but look down at her breasts. Although they were covered, the sheet seemed to mold to them. I could also see the outline of her areola and nipples. I was imagining that I was watching her in a wet t-shirt contest. Perhaps I was even one of the judges...

When I finally moved my eyes back up I saw that Jen had her eyes open and was watching me watching her. Busted!

But no words were exchanged. She smiled at me and then closed her eyes.

I continued with Jen's neck and shoulders. I worked her upper chest very lightly. I was about to move on to her lower body when she asked if I could give her a belly rub. My answer of course was yes; I enjoyed when she rubbed mine. But how was I going expose her belly? Assuming that there was no way around that, I started rubbing her belly lightly through the draping.

Jen stopped me. "No, that won't do at all." she said. "Hand me one of the towels."

I did. She folded it lengthwise a couple of times then held it, on top of the sheet, over her breasts.

"You can pull the draping down." she said, and I did.

As the draping cleared her breasts, Jen laid the folded towel down to cover herself. No exposure of those tits at all, and now her belly was exposed.

"Neat trick!" I said.

"Yes, isn't it? It works better with just a pillowcase, but a towel provides more coverage for some of the better endowed clients."

I asked "So you do this with all of your clients?"

"Well, yes, for those that want the belly rub – some are too ticklish – and for those that want to keep covered."

Jen could see that I was thinking this over.

"You'll find that, over time, your clients will get more comfortable with you and you with them for that matter. So, to answer your un-asked question, yes, some of my clients prefer to go uncovered. After all, they are just breasts, and all mammals have at least one set."

And with that she lifted the towel off her chest for a fraction of a second. She flashed me!

She smiled and said "Now that we got that cleared up, on with the massage."

I proceeded to lightly rub her belly, in a clockwise motion as she had taught me. She didn't have a clear cut six-pack (who does?), but, like me, there wasn't much fat there.

I also did what she had done to me earlier, dipping my hand under the draping as I increased the radius of my circular rub. I got as far as grazing just the top of her mound. I knew that she shaved herself, or at least kept herself trimmed, as I could feel a bit of stubble.

Wanting to go further, but knowing that I might have already overstepped the boundaries, I moved the draping back up to cover her upper body and then folded the draping over to expose her left leg all the way up to her waist. 

I started with her foot and worked my way up. Now that was pretty sure that she had no issues with this, I did what I had done on her backside. I used both hands, one on the outside of her leg and the other on the inside. Working from her calf up, and keeping my inner hand on the inside of her thigh until the last possible moment before I would have been definitely over-stepping. I must not have been paying attention to the amount of pressure that I was using (who could have blamed me?), as Jen murmured "Harder...." I complied and received a loan soft moan in response.

I repeated the same stoke a couple of more times before I covered that leg and uncovered the other side. I worked that side with the same strokes, the covered her back up and announced that the massage was over. Partly as a joke I said, as she always said to me after a massage, "Take your time getting up off of the table. I'll be waiting outside."

By the time she came out, I was settled into the most comfortable chair with a tall glass of ice tea. Jen had that 'just massaged' look, which she wore well. I asked her if she had enjoyed the massage and if there was anything I could improve on.

"Overall it was very good. I should have started you practicing on me long ago. Thank you!"

She continued. "There were times when you got a little touchy-feely, but I guess that's to be expected. And you also seemed to get distracted a couple of times, but I guess that's to be expected as well."

"As you get more comfortable working on me you'll eventually get used to seeing me in various forms of undress," she said. I doubted that but didn't say anything.

However it was 'true confession time' for me. I liked that the relationship between us made me feel that I could say whatever I wanted to.

"I have to admit that it was exciting seeing and touching you. I'm not sure that's the right thing to say or feel, but it was exciting."

"Do you mean sexually exciting?" Jen asked.

Again, I was glad that I could be open and honest with her; I answered yes.

Jen smiled and said that I'd get used to it.

"Does that happen to you?" I asked.

Jen asked me back "Are you asking if I get excited working on clients?" 

I replied yes, that was what I was asking.

Jen paused for a second then said "Yes, I do. Not that often these days, but when I first started out I could get worked up pretty easily."

"So now you're jaded?"

Jen laughed and replied "Not totally jaded. I still get those feelings occasionally, especially if it's a new, and fit, client."

Having built her business application, which included billing and scheduling, I knew that the majority of Jen's clients were female. The few men that she had worked on had either been older clients, long before my time, which I had entered from Jen's previous tracking system (consisting of piles of papers). Most of the other men in her database were one-timers. For all intents and purposes Jen's clientele was female.

So I said "It doesn't seem like you get many new guys, let alone fit guys."

She smiled at me and replied "I got you, didn't I?"

I probably blushed. 

She continued "And I didn't say that the clients had to be male. A fit body, of either sex, is a treat to work on and yes, it can be sexually charged."

The look on my face probably revealed what I was thinking, so she added "There is a difference between thinking about something and acting on those thoughts. Do you remember our talk about crossing the line? Those are a few of the decisions that you'll have to deal with as you progress in this business."

I left Jens that day with a couple of thoughts and images dancing around in my head. My first full-body massage of Jen was successful for both of us. I found out that giving a massage can almost be as exciting as receiving one. And even an experienced masseuse can get aroused.

The images of course involved Jen. The real images were mental snapshots of how she looked while I was working on her. The perfect butt barely covered with the draping, the quick flash of her tits, the legs exposed all the way up to her hip. 

The fantasy images of her? I had lots of them but a particular one kept popping up. Jen, naked, giving a massage to an equally naked client. 

Plenty to work with there, no?

Jen called me just as I got back to my dorm room. She wanted to know if I had plans for the upcoming Saturday. I didn't and asked her what was up.

She said "We're going on a road trip. We need to do some research... purely business."

"What exactly are you saying? I asked.

"We're going to get a couples massage, my treat!" she said. "Out of town because I don't want our masseuses knowing that I have any massaging experience. I've never had one, and if we are going to offer them we should know what it's all about. And you can't say no – I've already found a place that and made the appointment."

"What types of massage do they offer?"

Jen smiled and said that we should just go with the flow. She scheduled a masseur for her and a masseuse for me. 

OK, so let me think this out... laying mostly naked, side by side with Jen while we're both getting rubbed down. 

How could I possibly say no?



Massage Apprentice Ch. 03



Motto for the day: Whatever happens, happens. 

Although this chapter is probably fine read separately, I'd suggest the reader goes back to read the first two chapters in order to get the background and what led up to this. 

*****

So on Saturday Jen picked me up in the early afternoon and we started our road trip. She said that the destination, Jade Day Spa, was about 90 minutes away. As she was driving, Jen started to discuss what was going to happen.

"I know this seems like a spur of the moment thing, but I've been thinking a lot about it." she started. I just sat back and let her explain.

"If we are going to offer couples massages, and I think we should, we need to find out more about them. All I really know is that I'll need to get another table."

"So here's the plan. When we get there, they will assume we are a couple; husband and wife, boyfriend and girlfriend, whatever."

I chimed in with "Cougar and boy-toy..."

Jen laughed and said "Yeah, right."

She continued. "Let's not do or say anything that would lead them to believe that we aren't a couple."

"When I made the appointment I asked about the various packages and prices. I went for the highest priced package, which they call The Second Honeymoon. It's a huge package, with options on which treatments we choose. My suggestion is that we go with the flow. If any of the options don't appeal, we can always just pass on them."

I was intrigued to say the least, but I did understand her plan of attack. "Experience it all so we can decide what we want to offer? Sounds good to me!" I said. 

"Whatever happens, happens?" she asked. 

"Agreed!"

Thinking about Jen's 99% female clientele, I asked "Do you really think there is a market for this? I mean, do you know of any couples that would want a massage?"

Jen replied "I've thought about that. I'm guessing that some of my clients would try it, especially if we offered a first time discount. And we'd have to advertise, probably with a similar discount offer. After that we'd have to refer on word of mouth. I'm not expecting to have a huge demand; it would just be another service to offer."

Before much longer we were pulling into the parking area for the Jade Day Spa. The building was a stand-alone, which was nice, as I had envisioned it as being in a strip mall. It was an older building, Victorian style, but looked to be in excellent condition, and it was nicely landscaped. All in all, it seemed very inviting.

We entered into a lobby where a receptionist greeted us. After confirming our appointment, she picked up a phone and announced that we had arrived. She told us that Jodie would be out to show us around shortly. In the mean time she gave us some paperwork; a general set of health questions, a consent form, and a list of services. I quickly filled out the health questionnaire, scanned and signed the consent, then looked over the offerings. The 'Second Honeymoon' package consisted of any or all of the following - a manicure, pedicure, use of a hot tub, steam room, and shower, and an hour body massage, either Swedish, hot stone or pressure point.

I mentioned that the manicure and pedicure didn't really appeal to me, but Jen reminded me that we had agreed to experience it all.

The attendant entered through a side door and introduced herself. Jodie was petite, no more than 5 feet tall, with short cut auburn hair. She was dressed in medical scrubs, but they fit her well and I could tell she had a nice body, well-proportioned to her size.

Jodie told us that she was our personnel guide for the day, and that while she might be assisting with some of the services, her main job was to organize the experience for us. She led us through the door and into the spa. We turned into a hallway, then up a flight of stairs and into our designated room. 

It was very spacious, but front and center were the two massage tables side by side, head-to-foot. On one side of the room there was what I assumed to be a changing area, with a bench in front of a wall that had cubby holes to put belongings in, and a built in closet. There were two white plushy robes hanging in there. One that same side of the room there was a bathroom area. It had an open shower stall, a sink, a urinal and behind a half wall, a toilet.

The other side of the room had two large reclining chairs, which I assumed would be for the manicures and pedicures. The wall on that side had shelves of bottles of lotions and creams, stacks of various sizes of towels and a couple of candles. They had already been lit; the scent was very light. 

The room made Jen's studio seem so tiny. I began to wonder if her studio could even hold the two tables.

Jodie explained that the room was ours for the duration of our 'honeymoon'. She kind of gave us a little wink we she said that. Then she produced a clipboard with a checklist and asked us which of the services we'd be interested in, and in what order.

Jen spoke first. "We're going to put ourselves totally into your hands. We're up for all of the options on that list as well as anything else you think we might enjoy. And we'll let you decide the order."

Jodie smiled and said "Excellent! Why don't we start off with some time in the steam room, then a shower and your body treatments? Manicure and pedicure for the both of you?"

I replied this time "We're here for the full experience. Those will be a first for me, but why not?"

Jodie replied that she loved my attitude and guaranteed that we'd enjoy the afternoon.

She pointed toward the changing room area and said "First things first. Undress and can change into your robes. There are slippers as well. I send an assistant who will get you started with a steam."

Jodie added "Most of the services we offer will take place in this room, where, of course, your privacy is preserved. But the hot tub and steam room are in a common area. You might run into other clients in either. Most of our clients prefer to be unclothed for both, but it is totally up to you. Swimsuits or underwear are also acceptable; whatever you are comfortable with. "

She continued. "On most days it would be most unlikely to encounter another guest, but there is a client currently in the steam room. I just wanted to give you a heads up."

"Any questions?"

We didn't have any. Jodie said that she'd send the attendant down shortly, then turned and left the room. 

As soon as the door closed behind Jodie, Jen and I turned and looked at each other. The look in her face probably mirrored mine, just a bit shell-shocked. Then she broke into a smile and said "OK, let's get this party started!"

We moved over to the changing area and started to undress. Jen didn't hesitate in stripping down to her bra and panties, but she turned her back to me before she took off her bra. She quickly put on a robe and then removed her panties.

I, of course, tried not to stare and tried to act like it was no big deal. And in one way it wasn't a big deal because we had seen each other almost naked before, but in another way it was. Usually a client undresses in private and is on the table at least partially covered when the masseuse enters the room. So getting naked with someone watching is a big deal, at least to me. But I tried to be casual about it.

I followed Jen's lead, turning my back before I removed my underwear and put the robe on.

When I turned back around I was surprised to see another woman in the room. I hadn't heard anyone enter.

She introduced herself as Sue, perhaps 'Soo', and asked if we were ready for a steam. She led us back down the stairs then further down the hallway. As we approached the steam room I saw that there was indeed a robe hanging on one of the hooks. Sue said that it looks like we have some company. 

She went behind me and started to take my robe off. I was a bit surprised; it took me a moment before I took a towel from the stack on a shelf and wrapped it around my waist. I don't know if Jen got a good look at me, but I wasn't really concerned about that. I had already figured that we would most likely be seeing more of each other before the day was over.

Seeing how Sue had removed my robe, Jen was prepared with a towel in hand as Sue removed hers. Sue then said that she'd be back to get us in a little while.

Wearing just our towels, we opened the door and went in. It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the darkness. And although the act of opening the door had let some of the steam out, there was still enough to prevent us from seeing who was in the room with us.

"Hello?' Jen asked.

A response of "Hi!" came from a feminine voice on the left side of the room. I could almost make out her feet. We sat up on the bench across from her.

"Sorry to interrupt." Said Jen.

"Not a problem at all. A bit of company is nice."

Just then the room got quiet. The hissing of the steam had stopped. Our neighbor said "It's temperature controlled. When it gets too hot in here it shuts off for a bit. It will start up shortly."

As the steam dissipated I could see more and more of the mystery woman. Exposed from the bottom up I saw that she had nice toned legs - hard to tell her age from them - then a towel draped across her lap. As the steam started rising I could see her bare belly, then naked breasts and finally her face. Our neighbor was what they now refer to as a mature woman, I'd guess around her mid-fifties, but really just a guess because she obviously kept in shape. Her breasts were full, with more than a bit of sag in them. At my young age I didn't even think about real vs. implants, but thinking back on it I know they were real. I grew to love real... 

We exchanged eye contact; I introduced myself and Jen. She said her name was Michelle. I tried to be clever and asked "Do you come here often?" She laughed and said "Yes, as a matter of fact, I do. I'm a member here. "

The regulator kicked back in, the hissing started up. But before the steam hid us, Jen took her now soaked towel and laid it across her lap like Michelle. I got my first full view of her tits, and even though it was just a quick glance, they were everything that I had expected. Full, but without any sag, with pink nipples. And because of the steam they were glistening. A truly great sight. She noticed that I was taking her in.

I followed suit with my towel, unwrapping it and draping it over my now hardening dick. Yes, I was getting excited. Sitting almost naked in a room with two almost naked women - can you blame me?

Jen continued the conversation with Michelle. She asked what it meant to be a member. Michelle explained that for an annual fee she had free use of the facilities with a discounted rate for any of the services. Today she had dropped in after a workout just to use the steam room and shower off. She asked us what we were here for.

I spoke up. "We're going for the full package, including a couple's massage."

Michelle said "That's a great choice. If you haven't already been assigned someone, I'd recommend you request Rick. I've had massages from all of the masseurs here as well as most of the masseuses, and Rick is by far the best."

Jen asked what made him so special.

"Well," Michelle replied, "he has very strong hands, but a surprisingly gentle touch. He knows exactly where to touch and how much pressure to apply." She added "And he's pretty attractive, which sure doesn't hurt."

I asked if she had any recommendations on masseuses. 

She said "Jodie is probably the best, and she is definitely some eye-candy, but she has multiple jobs here so is not always available. No other specific recommendations, but I can truly say that I haven't had a bad massage here."

Jen started to say something, but just then the door opened. Sue stuck her head in and said it was time for us to move on. As we stood up neither of us bothered with the wet towels. And since the door was being held open, the steam dissipated quickly enough that we could see each other again. I looked over at Michelle and said "Enjoy your day. Nice to meet you." She replied with "You too... have fun!" I caught her looking towards my cock; it was hard for her not to as it was just about at her eye level. 

Michelle said her goodbyes to Jen as well, also giving her a less than obvious once over.

As we left the steam room, Sue took my robe off the hook and helped me put it on. As she did, Jen was standing directly in front of me, now totally naked. She got a good look at me, Surprisingly I wasn't fully hard, but the heat of the room left me with a good showing.

I also took the moment to get a good look at Jen. 

I immediately saw that she didn't shave her pubic area. It looked like she might have trimmed to her bikini line, but not any further. Her hair down there was very light, almost blonde. Although the style these days is total shaved, back then it wasn't; having pubic hair was more the norm, not the exception. Hers, although full and curly, was light enough to give a hint of what was beneath.

I looked up and saw that Jen was watching me looking at her. She smiled. I smiled back. No words were exchanged. Sue helped her with her robe and led us back to our room.

Entering the room, I saw that two small tables had been set up next to each of the reclining chairs and two new female attendants were arranging a variety of lotions, potions and implements on the tables in preparation for the next phase.

Sue directed us over to the changing area and told us we were to shower prior to the manicure and pedicure. She reached into the stall, turned on the shower and adjusted the water temperature.

She then turned towards me, and before I could really react, untied my robe, took it off and pushed me gently into the shower. 

The shower had a handheld attachment, which Sue used to wet me down. She then put on a soft washcloth mitten, put some liquid soap on it and began to wash me, starting on my back side.

Sue diligently washed my neck, back and arms and then continued down to my ass. She paused from her scrubbing for a second, picked up the attachment and sprayed more water directly into my butt crack. She continued with the soapy mitten, first making sure that my butt cheeks were clean, and then soaping my crack from top to bottom. Her hand passed over my asshole; I had never been touched there before. I can't say that it wasn't pleasant. But she continued south, washing my taint, brushing up against my balls in the process. 

Being washed in that area by a woman I didn't know was definitely a first for me. I obviously wasn't expecting this, but went along with it because of our "what happens, happens" agreement. 

And what happened was that I started to get an erection.

And then, after Sue finished with my legs, she told me to turn around. So, taking a deep breath, I did.

I think that I have always been a voyeur to some degree, at least since puberty. I think that most men like to look at women, and if they happen to catch a moment of nudity, accidental or on purpose, all the better. But, until that moment, I would never have considered myself an exhibitionist. I didn't have any issues with being seen naked, but I had never got any sexual excitement from it. That changed when I turned around.

I was not simply a bit 'plump', nor was I at 'half-mast'. Thanks to Sue's expert washing and her attention to detail with my taint and ass, I had a full blown, point-to-the-sky hard on.

As I turned I was aware that I was fully exposed to Sue and the two attendants (who, I saw, had slowed down with their preparations and were watching me), but it was Jen's reaction that I was interested in. To my surprise she was looking straight into my eyes. Her look seemed cold, and strangely non-emotional. We held eye contact for a moment, and then her eyes moved down my body. She paused at my cock for more than a second, and then returned back up to my face. Now she had a smile on her face and the twinkle was back in her eyes.

"Whoa big boy!" she said, which broke the tension in the air. I smiled and thought "Thank you Jen."

Sue continued with her cleaning, starting again at the top and working her way down. I stayed rock hard during this, partly because of the sensation of Sue's soapy mitt, but also because Jen, as well as the other attendants, were watching.

When Sue got to my waist I began to wonder what her next move was. I didn't have to wait. Without missing a beat, she wrapped the mitt around my dick and washed it, giving it a couple good strokes up and down, but not really with the intent, or force, of a hand job. Then with her other hand she held it off to the side while she soaped up my balls. 

And that's all it took.

I came right there in the shower, over Sue's hand. It wasn't the biggest load I'd ever had, but for such little contact it was impressive.

Sue didn't miss a beat. She rinsed her hand off under the running water and continued down my legs as if nothing had happened. By the time she was done with my feet I had softened. She used the mitt on me once again, washing the cum off of my dick, and then used the hose to rinse me off.

Jen's reaction to my ejaculation was interesting.

After seeing me cum, she looked me in the eyes and gave me a raised eyebrow look as if to say "Really?" I responded with a smile and a cock of my head as if to say "It happens."

Sue directed me out of the shower, got a towel and proceeded to dry me off. Again, her attention to my privates started me up a bit, but before anything else happened she put my robe back on and pointed to the pair of chairs. She said "Have a seat. We'll begin with your bodywork while I continue with the shower."

I took a seat, which fortunately was facing toward the shower. Jen didn't hesitate in taking her robe; by the time I had settled in she was already in the shower, her back turned to me. Sue had started wetting her down. 

The other attendants brought over two small bowls of liquid, instructing me to put my hands in there to soak, and a foot bath, instructing me to put my feet in to soak. I looked over to watch Jen's shower, and said "You'd better take extra care in cleaning her up", which got a smile from Sue and a scowl from Jen.

I sat back and watched.

Sue followed the exact same procedure with Jen as she had with me. When she got down to her ass, she used the hose again to spray more water, but with Jen she also lowered the hose to hit her taint and pussy. I saw that Jen's knees buckled a bit, but she gained her composure as Sue started soaping her cheeks. When Sue got in by her asshole, Jen seemed to spread her legs a bit to give her access. As Sue reached under with her mitt, Jen once again seemed a bit weak-kneed.

I was getting hard again; the robe was tied around my waist, but it didn't really hide anything. The two attendants were sitting by my feet. They had positioned themselves so that they could watch Jen's shower, but if they turned back toward me they'd have had a clear view up under the robe.

It was time for Jen to turn around and she did so without the hesitation that I had shown. Watching Sue wash her down and soaping up her tits was really getting to me. I must have let out a small moan. As both of the attendants turned toward me, I saw where their eyes went. They both stared at my cock for a second and smiled up at me, then turned back toward Jen and continued with the pedicure.

As Sue worked her way down Jen's body, Jen leaned back against the shower wall for support. When the mitt brushed over her pubic hair and then her pussy, Jen spread her legs again. Sue seemed to take extra care down there; she clamped her spare hand over Jen's pussy while she moved the mitt past her taint and back around to her ass.

Jen closed her eyes and opened her mouth into an 'O'. She was breathing heavy. Perhaps Sue's hand was doing something more than just cupping her pussy; I couldn't tell. And I think Jen had an orgasm; hard to say for sure. She opened her eyes and saw me watching, then got her breathing back to normal as Sue hosed off the soap. After getting toweled off, she was lead over to the other chair, next to mine.




Massage Apprentice Ch. 03



As Sue cleaned up the shower area, one of the attendants took up her side along Jen and proceeded with her treatments. My attendant produced a cool, lightly scented washcloth, which she laid over my eyes. The procedures of the manicure and pedicure, along with the cool eye covering, were very relaxing. At some point I think a couple of other attendants came in, I guess to prepare the room for the massage. They didn't talk, so it was hard to actually determine how many were there. I was only slightly aware that whoever they were, my cock was visible hanging beneath the robe. At this point I obviously didn't care.

Someone spoke up; I recognized her as Jodie. She asked how we were doing so far. Jen spoke up before I could and said it was much better than she had expected. Jodie was pleased to hear that and said that the best is yet to come, that the massage was up next.

I took the washcloth off of my eyes and saw that Jen had done the same.

Jodie said "Sue told me that you both seemed to enjoy the shower. Is that true?"

I responded with yes, I obviously enjoyed it, perhaps a bit too much, but I couldn't speak for Jen. Jen replied "Yes, I might have enjoyed it a bit too much as well."

Jodie said that she was glad that we were satisfied with the procedures so far, and then she said something that totally caught me off guard.

"After the shower, Sue informed me that there is another service we can offer that you might be interested in."

"She said that you both could use some maintenance with your body hair. We can provide general clean-up, trimming, or even total shaving. It's totally up to you."

Now, I know that Jen and I had agreed to take advantage of whatever they offered, so I wasn't surprised by Jen's response.

She asked Jodie "OK, so what do you suggest?"

Jodie replied that she'd have to see what we had to work with. So, without the slightest hesitation, Jen opened up her robe.

I wasn't privy to the sight as Jen and I were pretty much side by side in our chairs. 

Jodie took a good look at Jens pubes, and then reached in, probably checking out her curls. 

"Sue is right, this could definitely use some clean-up. We can shave it all off or, if you prefer, we can trim it down."

Jodie then turned to me asking "And what can we do for you?"

In for a pound in for a dollar... I untied my rode and let Jodie see.

She took a good look at my cock, almost clinically, and said basically the same. "You also definitely need some pruning. I'd suggest a thinning and trimming."

I looked over at Jen. She gave me the now familiar crook of her head and a smile with raised eyebrows, as if saying "whatever..."

The attendants lowered the back of our chairs down to where we were almost laying flat and laid fresh washcloths over our eyes. I would have loved watching Jen get groomed, but because of the angle of the chairs that wasn't possible, so I just let myself relax.

The first thing I felt was a warm towel that was wrapped around the base of my cock. I heard some sounds of stools being moved around, and then a pair of hands gently spread my legs apart. The towel was removed. A cool hand moved my dick off to one side while the other started clipping away at my growth.

The voyeur in me wanted to see this, even if it was my own body that I was watching, so I reached up and removed the washcloth from my eyes.

I saw that Sue that was my 'groomer'. She had a small pair of scissors in one hand and was holding my cock with the other. She paused, looked up at me, smiled, and then returned to the task at hand.

I looked over towards Jen. She still had her eyes covered. Her attendant was busy at work, with one hand resting on Jen's thigh and the other between her legs. She also glanced over when she realized she was being watched.

I looked back at Sue clipping my pubic hair. 

Watching her, I could feel my dick start to get hard. Of course she could feel it too, but kept her hand firmly holding it down against my leg. 

Just as I felt I couldn't stand it any longer, she released it. I'm proud to say that, even after the experience in the shower, I was back again at full length. 

She let it stand there for just a second before she moved it off to the side and started clipping around the other side.

I closed my eyes and just let myself enjoy this woman handling my cock. After a while I felt her put some lather on me, then felt the gentle scraping of a razor around my cock. I opened my eyes again to watch her. She was very focused. 

After the shave she wiped off the shaving cream with a washcloth. If my cock had softened a bit, it immediately hardened when she took it in her hand and leaned closer in. She held it steady as she clipped some hair on my shaft and then on and around each ball.

She wiped me down once more and announced that she was done. I looked down to inspect her work. 

Sue had trimmed back and thinned the hair above my cock, leaving just a small patch. My cock and balls were totally free of hair. I reached down to touch myself. I liked the look as well as the feel of it.

But apparently she wasn't completely finished. Taking a bottle from the side table, she came over and dribbled some lotion on and around my cock. She rubbed the conditioner over every spot that she has shaved and then lightly rubbed off any excess with the washcloth. 

Throughout the whole shaving experience my cock had been going from half-mast to full blown. To this day I have never had a better shave.

I sat up and looked over at Jen. Her attendant was just finishing up. As I watched, she applied the skin conditioner, which elicited a slight moan from Jen. I couldn't see her rubbing the lotion in; perhaps she was rubbing all the right spots.

When her attendant announced she was finished, Jen took the washcloth off of her eyes and sat up. She looked down at her pubes and smiled. Jen ran a hand over her crotch and thanked her groomer. I couldn't see, but it was obvious, by the look on Jen's face, that she was pleased with the procedure. 

I reminded myself that we were here for a learning experience, and was pretty sure this was one procedure that we would not be offering. Not that I would have minded being a groomer...

Jodie came back into the room, asking if we were ready for our massage. Of course we were; that was really the main reason we were there. But with all of the extra treatments we'd already had, would the massage itself be a disappointment? And with all of the extra touching that had taken place, could I assume that the massage would be more of the same?

Next up: The Massage



Massage Apprentice Ch. 04



Although this chapter is probably fine read separately, I'd suggest the reader goes back to read the first three chapters in order to get the background and what led up to this. 

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The attendants led us over to the tables, which were arranged next to each other, side by side.

Jodie instructed us to start off face-down. The attendants helped us remove our robes. Usually this is the point in a massage where the masseuse leaves the room, or at least turns away, but with all of the casual nudity that had already happened it really wasn't unexpected when they didn't.

I turned to take a look at Jen. I caught a quick view of her ass before we were both covered with fresh light-weight sheets.

As the attendants left the room Jodie turned to me and said "If it's alright with you, I'll be your masseuse today. Or, if you'd prefer someone else, I can see who's available." I didn't know the other masseuses and I liked Jodie so I replied "Of course it's alright. I trust your judgment. You haven't led us astray yet."

Jen added "Or at least not too far astray!"

Jodie smiled and said "And for you Jen, I have Rick lined up to be your masseur. Is that OK?"

Jen replied that she had heard good things about Rick and that she was sure he'd be fine.

"Was Michelle talking to you about him? Don't believe a word of it!" Jodie said, with a hint of a smile on her face.

Jen replied "Oh, but I'd really like to believe..."

"I'm sure neither of you will be disappointed." said Jodie. "I'll go get Rick" she continued. "Take some time to relax; we'll be back in a couple of minutes." 

After she left I sat up a bit so I could see Jen. She already looked pretty relaxed.

"So do you see yourself offering any of these services?" I asked, even though I was pretty sure of the answer. She also sat up a bit and turned towards me. "You know, I can't really envision that. But I'll never say never."

"And after all, this massage is really why we are here. Let's just see how this turns out."

"I'll try to take notes," I said, "and remember, whatever happens..."

"Amen to that" Jen said.

I laid back down.The ambiance in the room was nice. It was warm but not a sauna. The lights had been turned down a bit, and there was soft music playing.

The door opened and Jodie came back in. I sat up a bit to see her. She had changed out of the scrubs into a pair of shorts and an oversize tee shirt. Although still pretty much covered up, I could confirm what I had guessed earlier, when I first saw her. She was well proportioned for her petite frame. The tee shirt hung low enough to cover most of her ass, but I liked what I could see of it, as well as the pretty short shorts and her well-toned legs. Her arms had good muscle definition without being overly muscular, which I've always liked in women. I guess that was a byproduct of being a masseuse.

Rick followed her in. He looked to be somewhere in the mid-30's. I guess I was expecting someone a bit younger, but he was definitely in good condition. He also wore shorts, but not as short or as tight as Jodie's. His tee shirt was the same style and color as hers. His was form fitting compared to Jodie's over-sized. While he didn't have that body builder bulked up look, it definitely looked like he had spent some time in the gym. I noticed that Jen was also checking him out.

After the introductions, they began the massages. After folding the draping down off of my back, Jodie applied oil to her hands and, starting at the back of my neck, used long strokes to spread the oil over my back. I noticed that Rick did the same, and as the massage continued, I realized that he was mirroring every move that Jodie did. They had obviously worked together more than a couple of times and had their routine down pat. 

The massage started off like the massages that Jen had given me. Jodie used a good amount of pressure to the muscles in my upper back and right shoulder and then worked her way down my right side. As tempted as I was to watch Jen's massage, I gave in to the feeling, put my face down into the doughnut and relaxed. 

Jodie moved and repeated her movements on my left side. I think I might have dozed off just a bit because before I knew it she had stopped on my back and had moved to the foot of the table. She applied oil to my right leg, starting at my calf. She stopped about midway up my thigh and removed the towel. This wasn't totally unexpected; many masseuses work on the gluteus (glutes, ass), but usually exposure is limited by folding the covering over to expose just one cheek at a time. But considering the amount of exposure I'd already been subjected to, lying face down bare-assed was not a big deal. And if my dick was slightly exposed, so be it. 

Knowing that Jen was most likely going through the same procedure, I raised my head and glanced over. This time I caught Jen in the act; she had been watching me. When she realized I was looking at her, instead of being embarrassed, she slowly moved her eyes up my body until she made eye contact. She smiled, and then put her face back into the doughnut.

Rick had seen that I was watching. He turned slightly toward me, gave me a wink, and removed the towel covering Jen's ass. I didn't notice a reaction from Jen; most likely she had also caught on that the massages were being performed in tandem. At that moment I realized that as far as Jodie and Rick knew we were a couple. And in a way I guess we were. But although we had rubbed each other down multiple times, there had never been any indiscreet touching. Of course I had often hoped Jen's hands would stray, but, although she had teased me about getting erect on more than one occasion, our private areas had remained private.

Jodie did great working on my right leg. She started with small deep strokes on my calf and worked up from there. As she worked on my thighs my mind was no longer at peace. Was she going to go beyond the 'normal' boundaries? 

I didn't have to wait long for an answer. With one hand on the outside of my thigh and the other on the inside, Jodie began long sweeps up. Not an unusual move at all; actually Jen and I both used it. However, there is a point as the inner hand gets close to the crotch when, usually, that hand will move out and join the other to work on the glutes. Jodie and I assume Rick as well, kept that hand inside longer than usual. Right before it moved out I felt her grazing across my exposed balls. If this had been a normal massage from a new masseuse I could have chalked it up to an accident, but I knew it wasn't in this case, especially as she repeated the move multiple times. She didn't let her hand linger on my balls; each time it was just a light touch. And with each glancing touch my dick reacted. As I had tucked it down between my legs before the massage, I knew that my growing erection was visible.

She worked my right butt cheek on each upward sweep as well. Pushing and pulling my ass, coming close to, but not touching by butt crack. Then Jodie moved to the other leg and repeated the process. The anticipation of her gentle touch to my balls kept me hard. As her hands got closer, she didn't disappoint me. In fact, since I was now at full length each sweep included a grazing of my shaft with the back of her hand. I silently willed her to continue. 

Rick said "It's time to flip over. Over onto your back please." Both Jodie and Rick lifted the towels and held them up in front of them so that we wouldn't be totally exposed to them, as is the usual practice. But due to the layout of the tables, when we rolled over we were facing each other for a moment. I was treated to a glimpse of her totally naked body. I took particular interest in her newly shaven pussy. Her lips were plainly visible and seemed to glisten. It could have been from the 'after-shave' conditioner or perhaps Rick had accidently applied some massage oil there. If his massage had truly mirrored Jodie's his hands had strayed well beyond the normal boundaries. Or perhaps the glistening was her own body fluids; due to Jodie's ministrations I know I had produced some of my own. The view was short-lived, because as we rolled over we were covered back up. Jen was covered from her neck to the top of her thighs with the towel. I was just covered from the waist down to my thighs. It was their protocol, I understood that, but covering my dick with the towel was almost a joke, as I was clearly sporting a full blown erection. I saw that Jen was watching. Share and share alike I guess.

Jodie moved to the head of the table and started massaging the back of my neck and shoulders. She was good, and I immediately began to relax. I could feel my erection subside as well. But as she worked her way down from my shoulders to my chest her hand brushed over a nipple.

My nipples have always been sensitive and her first brush over them was like an electrical shock. I reacted by letting out a moan. My dick reacted by reaching for the sky. I looked up at Jodie and she was smiling as she moved over to the other nipple and slowly, and very lightly, dragged her fingers across it. 

The effect was only slightly less than the first time. The shock factor was gone so I didn't jerk with electricity, but the effect on my hard-on was the same. I looked up and saw Jodie smiling; I wasn't the only one enjoying this. 

Through the midst of this I heard a sound from Jen. I wanted to look, but was enjoying my own sensations too much.

Jodie moved to the end of the table and started on my legs. As she worked up from my calves the anticipation of how she was going to deal with me was excruciating. I wanted relief, that much was obvious, but was that going to happen?

She repeated a similar massage on my thigh as she had before. But on my back now, with my dick in the way, there was no way to do the sweep without some contact. And Jodie didn't shy from contact. Her hand on the inside of my thigh went high, under the towel, and actually cupped my balls for a moment before moving to the outside. And when it did her fingers traced a path across one side of my cock. Her touch had turned gentle now, and it was really doing a number on me.

I looked over to Jen and saw that Rick was indeed massaging her thigh and had one hand under the towel. Noticing that I was watching, Rick must have given Jodie some sort of cue, because with one hand they both removed our towels, dropping them to the floor. The other hand stayed where it was, and indeed Rick was cupping Jen's pussy. Now, with Jodie's hand lightly touching my now raging dick, I felt like it was heading towards a 'happy ending' moment. But just then Jodie took my hand and placed it across the table right onto Jen's pussy. And at the same time Jodie's hand was replaced with what I had to assume was Jen's. 

It took me a second or two to realize what had happened. Rick and Jodie had got us both to the point where were wanting release and then, thinking we were a couple, added our hands to the mix.

Not wanting to deny Jen, and with the mantra of 'whatever happens, happens', I cupped her pussy while Rick used his fingers to stimulate her clitoris. I did this sight unseen, as I was dealing with Jen, being the trooper that she was, cupping my balls as Jodie took a firm grip on my shaft and slowing started pumping.

For a while the room was silent except for the sounds our hands made. At one point Rick, or Jodie, dribbled some oil on our respective hands. The oil on and around her pussy felt so good, but after gently inserting a finger in her I could tell that it wasn't really needed. She was very wet there already. I inserted another finger, producing some vocals from Jen. She started squirming against my hand.

And throughout this Jen was continuing her handling of my now slippery and oily balls.

I opened my eyes to look down as the women masturbated me. Even though I had cum earlier in the shower, I knew I wasn't going to last much longer and the sight of the hand sliding up and down my cock helped to speed me toward that destination. I looked over to Jen and watched her reacting to the hands on her. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing very heavy. It seemed like she might not be so far off either.

I looked over to our therapists. I could see that they were both excited watching us; Rick had a sizable bulge in his shorts and Jodie's nipples had become very prominent through her tee shirt. Then the team moved in tandem once again, with Jodie reaching up to play with my nipples and Rick with Jens.

The combination of the nipple play and being watched as I was getting, and giving, a happy ending, pushed me over the edge. Jodie must have sensed it because she increased her pumping. Jen hand slipped of my balls up to the bottom of my shaft and I came. I came very hard, with the first couple of shots landing on my chest. Jodie slowed down her pumping as the last of my cum dripped over her hand. 

All of this pushed Jen over as well. I increased my finger motion in her until she reached down with her free hand and clamped it over mine. I could feel her pussy tighten around my fingers. She let out a low guttural moan and after a moment held my hand still against her. 

Eventually we both came down off our high. We took our hands off each other and Rick and Jodie draped our privates with warm washcloths. Rick spoke first. "Take a moment to relax. We'll send back the attendants to clean you up." Jodie added "I hoped you enjoyed the massage. I know we enjoyed massaging you".

Jen and I laid there in silence for a couple of moments. I didn't know what to say. Had we overstepped the bounds of our friendship? Leave it to Jen to break the tension by saying "How much should we charge for this service?" I looked over, and seeing the look on her face I knew she was kidding. Or maybe not; I guess time would tell. "Priceless" was all I could say. I heard Jen giggle.

Sue and the other attendant came back into the room and helped us off the table and into the showers. They washed us gently, most likely knowing what has conspired, and helped us dry off. Sue said she would direct us back out when we were ready.

After dressing in silence, we met up with Rick and Jodie in the lobby. Again we thanked them.

Rick, looking at Jen, said "Believe me it was my pleasure to service you." Jodie looked at me and agreed, adding "We hope to see you soon. Please come again".

The double meaning of their words was not lost on either of us.

I knew that Jen and I had some talking to do and decisions to make. What had we learned, and what procedures, if any, would we be offering to her clients. It was going to be a long ride home.



Massage Apprentice Ch. 05



After The Spa

As Jen and I headed home after our couples massage we initially didn't talk. For my part, I was re-thinking what we'd just experienced; I assumed that Jen might be doing the same.

"So ..." I said, just to get a conversation started.

"So," Jen replied, "what did we learn today?"

I had to laugh a bit, which elicited a giggle from Jen.

"Quite a lot" I said. "But a better question to ask is what did we learn today that you can apply to your business, right?"

"Right" said Jen. "I'm going to have to think that over a bit. Perhaps we can offer some variation of the couple's experience, as well as a 4-hand option. I know there are probably a few clients that would want to try that."

"But for now," she continued, "we have to get you more involved with the clients."

"Fine with me," I replied. "How do you see that happening?"

"I'm thinking that I can call you my apprentice, or assistant. Initially you can be responsible for getting the clients settled in, supplying towels and sheets, water afterwards, whatever. And, if I clear it with the client ahead of time, you can be a silent observer during the massage."

This sounded good, and reasonable, to me. I told Jen that I could do that.

Jen continued. "That way you can observe how I deal with clients. How much pressure they want, how I address any special issues, and how much, or how little, conversation there is. Once you get a better understanding of that, I don't see any reason why we can't get you more hands-on experience."

"You mean 4-hands and couples?" I asked.

"Yes, initially." she replied. "Eventually you can fly solo with new clients, or take over some existing ones. And you could also fill in for me when I'm not available."

Jen smiled and then, after apparently thinking of her response, said "Do you remember us talking about ethics? About there being a line that each masseuse has to set for themselves, and then decide if they are willing to cross that line?"

"Yes," I said. "I remember."

"Well, after what we experienced today, I might be rethinking where that line is for me," she said, with a hint of a smile. "And whether or not I'll be crossing it."

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For the next couple of weeks Jen wanted me to be more visible to the clients. In the past she had requested that I be out of the apartment before a client arrived. There were a few occasions when I had met a client, usually if Jen was running late, but I was always gone by the time the massage was over. Now I was being introduced by name, as her trainee. Primarily I led the clients into the room, supplied a towel if they were going to shower, made sure that all of the supplies were there (some clients had specific requests for types of oil or cream, fragrances, music, etc.) and, afterwards, led the clients out. I also took care of the payments and bookings, although most of the regulars paid in advance. I got to know some of the regulars by name and they became accustomed to seeing me. 

One day Jen called and asked if I was available. Christine, a long term client of Jen's, had agreed to let the 'trainee' sit in on her massage. Jen also cleared it with Christine that if an opportunity arose that she thought would be a good teaching moment, she'd get me involved. She had offered her a ½ price discount as incentive to be the 'test' subject.

I quickly changed into shorts and a T shirt and headed over. Once at Jens I had some time to research Christine's background in the database I had set up for her business. I found out the Christine was 37 (we had started keeping birth dates in order to give the regulars a free birthday massage), saw that she scheduled a massage more or less monthly, and had only once reported an injury (lower back). In Jen's additional notes I saw that Christine preferred medium pressure, had on a couple of occasions requested a shower prior to her massage and was an avid golfer, which was how she had hurt her back.

When Christine arrived I greeted her, led her into the room, then left while she got undressed and laid under the covering. She knew the routine of course. In a couple of minutes, after checking the she was ready, Jen and I entered the room. 

Christine was laying face down and had covered herself with the draping, from the small of her back to mid-thigh. She looked up at us as Jen asked "So how are you feeling today? Any aches or pains that we should be aware of?" Christine replied that she was feeling good, with no issues. Jen said "OK, just a nice relaxation massage today".

I took a seat off to the side of the table. With her face back down in the doughnut I took some time to evaluate Christine. I knew her age, but if I didn't I would have guessed she was just hitting thirty, seven years younger than she was. She wasn't thin, nor heavy, but solidly built with muscular definition in her shoulders, upper arms, and calves. She had noticeable tan lines, most likely from golfing. I could see the side of her breast, pushed into the table. It was hard to tell from that position but it seemed that she had average size breasts.

The massage progressed as usual, as Jen had massaged and taught me, starting on her shoulders then down her back. At one point Christine let out a moan and I could visibly see her body tighten. Jen had hit a knot in her back above the right shoulder blade. Jen motioned me to come over. She took my hand and placed it where the knot was. Christine tightened again, this time most likely because a different hand was on her. I then watched as Jen manipulated the muscle and worked out the knot.

The only other incidents of interest during Christine's massage was when Jen worked on her butt and when she turned over. 

Jen's normal massage routine was to work on the legs, from the feet up, then undraping the butt cheek on the side she was working on. Before she did this with Christine, she softly asked her if it was OK, thinking that she might have an issue being exposed with me being in the room. 

Christine, who might have actually been dozing off, just murmured that it was fine. Jen folded the draping back over her cheek, almost, but not, exposing her crack. At that moment I wished I had a seat at the foot of the table. I'm sure that would have been a fine sight.

The other interesting moment was after Christine had flipped over and Jen started working on her from the head of the bed. At that point Christine was covered from neck to mid-thigh. Jen asked me for an extra towel. She held it over Christine's breasts and asked me to slide the draping down to her waist. This move exposed Christine's belly but kept her breasts covered. I found out later that usually Christine went bare breasted when on her back, but had requested some more modesty with me in the room.

I sat in on a couple of other client's massages. As with Christine, I'd participate if Jen saw an opportunity to show me something special, any unusual issues, but mostly I just observed. One client wasn't shy about showing her breasts when she flipped over. And neither was Christine when I sat in for a second time, so I had the opportunity to reevaluate her breasts. They were probably smaller than average, but because of the size they seemed very pert for a woman of her age. She also had noticeably erect nipples. Was she cold? That's doubtful as the room was always kept on the warm side. Was she excited? Perhaps she has a streak of exhibition and got some thrills from finally showing. Or perhaps, more likely, she was blessed, or cursed, depending on who you ask, with naturally prominent nipples. Either way, they were mesmerizing. And it was nice to know that clients, or at least Christine, could relax with me around.

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Jen had starting telling a few select clients about a new offering, a 4-hand massage performed by her and her assistant. As with the observations, she offered a discount rate on the first one. She told me that Sue had immediately taken her up on her offer. I had met Sue briefly at an appointment when Jen was running late. That meeting, when I showed her into the massage room, she had started to undress before I left the room, and was down to her bra in no time at all. That image had stayed with me for quite a while. 

Jen had described her as a 'free spirit'. When I asked her what she meant by that, she told me that Sue had been a client for a while now, one of her first clients, and they had shared a lot of information with each other.

"For years Sue was stuck in a love-less marriage." Jen said. "She found out that her husband had been having an affair with a coworker. She took him to the bank; when the divorce was finalized she ended up with the house, a car, a huge settlement and an obscene alimony payment. It was then that she had decided that she still had some oats to sow and was not going to waste any more time. So now she is pretty much living her life according to her own rules. Some of the stories she has told me are, well, very interesting to say the least."

Jen continued. "And, not surprising I guess, Sue prefers not to be covered on the table. She might rethink that with you there, but I doubt it. Are you OK with that?" I'm pretty sure she knew that I would be, but felt she had to warn me.

"I think I can handle that" I said with a smile. 

Jen smiled back and reminded me that it's not polite to stare.

When Sue arrived for her massage, she was obviously excited; she seemed somewhat giddy with anticipation. Jen offered her a glass of wine, to relax her, and Sue accepted it. We all went into the massage room to discuss the massage. Jen told Sue that she should think of it as a regular massage, with just an extra set of hands working on her. She and I had already discussed that we would split the body work down the middle, with Jen taking one side of the table and I the other. That would allow me to mirror Jen's moves, similar to how Jodie and Rick had done at the spa. 

Jen said to Sue "Take some time to enjoy the wine and get prepared. We'll go wash up."

I had done my research into the database and knew that Sue was 42 years old. When I saw her the one other time I remember thinking that she seemed to be in good shape for her age. She was shy of what I would have called full figured, and around 5 ½ feet tall. She had blonde hair, shoulder length but pulled back in preparation for the massage. I had also read Jen's notes about Sue's massages; the only thing that was memorable was that Jen had written the Sue enjoys some post massage down time. I thought about that for a moment but realized that was actually pretty common. Many clients take quite a while to get up and moving after their massage. We actually encourage them to take their time.

The first thing I noticed when we returned was that the wine glass was empty. The second thing I noticed was Sue, lying face down on the table, naked and uncovered. Jen was right about that; Sue wasn't going to change her massage choices just because I was in the room. Without clothing Sue was much thinner than I had thought. She had broad shoulders, tapered down into a narrow waist. I could see that she had fairly large breasts, as they were overflowing from being pressed against the table. Her ass was full and round with no sign of sagging or cellulite. And her legs were shapely and well defined. My guess was that she spent time working out, and with her money I wouldn't have been surprised if she had a personal trainer. She had an allover tan, from top to bottom. Tanning salon... tropical vacations... perhaps clothing optional beaches? I had to take a moment to get my head back into the game. Jen noticed me looking and, smiling, she shook her head.

I took up position on the right side of the table as Jen started the massage by drizzling some of the warmed oil into Sue's back. Sue let out a low moan, "Mmmm", which turned out to be the first of many that day. She visibly relaxed as Jen laid her hands on Sue's back spreading the oil to cover her half and I did the same on my half.

We started by kneading her shoulders in unison, and then moved down past her shoulder blades to her lower back. We did sweeps, with one hand on either side of her spine and the other on her sides, from the small of her back up along her backbone to her neck and shoulders. My outer hand, along her side, brushed against the side of her breast. With their size I really couldn't avoid the contact. Rather, I didn't try to avoid the contact. And it was ok; I could tell that Jen was doing pretty much the same move. Another "Mmmm" from Sue; this one seemed deeper and throatier. We repeated this move a couple of more times. On each pass I extended my fingers a bit more in order to brush more of her.

We moved on to her tanned ass. First I poured a small amount of oil on her lower back, right above her cleft. Then we each took a cheek and, using the heels of our hands, pushed deep into the muscles. 

In the course of massaging her ass, Jen did a push/pull move on the cheek she was working on. As I mirrored the move, the effect was that Sue's cheeks were spread wide open, exposing her asshole and 'taint', or rather, her perineum. I noticed that some of the oil had flowed down between her cheeks.

At the moment of this exposure I quickly looked over at Jen. She silently mouthed 'Oops" and gave a shrug of her shoulders. Looking back down at Sue I now saw that she really didn't have an all-over tan. The sun had missed a spot. 

To my surprise, instead of moving on to a different body part or move, Jen repeated this spread move, so of course I mirrored her. This time we paused after the push out move, resulting in a longer exposure of her untanned area. Sue let out another soft moan and arched her back, trying to raise her ass off the table. Jen and I both pushed back at her.

On the next spread move, Jen held the position with one hand, but reached back with the other and gently massaged the exposed area. I did the same. We didn't touch her asshole, but came very close to it. Sue tensed up for a second as we first made the contact, then I felt her relax under our touch.

My mind began to wander. Would Sue welcome a finger or two in there? I think so. How about my dick? Perhaps. I visualized oiling myself up, then easing my cock into her right there on the table, slowly pounding into her inviting ass.

A nudge from Jen's hand snapped me out of this reverie. She gave me a quizzical look. I gave her a smile and the same type of shrug she had given me a moment ago. Did she know what I was thinking? If she had glanced down at my shorts she would have been able to see how turned on I was getting.

We moved to the end of the table to start working on her legs. Jen applied more oil to each leg. We started on her calves, kneading the muscles from side to side, pushing and pulling. We worked up past the knees to her thighs using the same motion. These moves alternatively pushed her legs together and pulled them apart. I noticed that Sue seemed to slightly resist the pushing together but seemed to assist in the pulling apart, so that her legs were gradually spread farther apart. Jen and I worked out way up higher until we were just below her ass. My hands on the inside of her thigh were so close that with the smallest deviation I'd be touching her taint. I resisted that temptation.

Then, as my hand met Jen's, she nudged it up so I did brush against Sue, right above her pussy. As Sue let out another "Mmmm", I looked over to Jen who, once again, shrugged and smiled.

We reset ourselves back at the foot of the table. Jen put her hands around Sue's ankle; I followed her lead on the other ankle. Using firm pressure she swept her hands up the leg. I was familiar with this move from Jen's massages. She would run one hand up the inside of the leg and the other up the outside. As her hands got to my upper thigh the inside hand would swing over and join the other to sweep up to my ass cheek. To me, as a receiver, it was a very sensuous move. To me, as a massage therapist, it was used to increase the blood flow from the extremities toward the heart. 

I recognized this move as soon as Jen started it so I was able to do it along with her. However, when I slid my inside hand out to join the other, Jen kept hers pressed against Sues inner thigh and used just the outside hand for the butt sweep. I picked up on this and followed Jen as we repeated the move. On the next pass, Jen didn't sweep the outside hand up, but slid it in to join the other and used them both to push out. When I did the same, this motion had the same effect as it had with her ass, spreading Sue open. We held our hands there for a moment, our thumbs almost touching her vaginal lips. Sue moaned and squirmed even harder against our hands while I took in the sight there below me. Her pussy was well lubricated. Whether it was from the massage oil, or sweat, or from within, I couldn't tell. And from my view from behind she looked like she kept herself shaved. Her lips were protruding and looked a bit swollen. My mind once again wandered. Would she welcome a finger in there? My guess at that moment would have been yes. More than a finger? Yes. My tongue, my dick? Yes and yes. I was getting harder thinking about the possibilities. 

After holding this spread for a moment, Jen once again brought me back to reality when she softly said "Sue, it's time to roll over".

Sue replied "OK. Give me a moment."

Her voice sounded different. I couldn't tell if I heard disappointment or excitement in it. 

Personally I felt both. I would have enjoyed to have worked more on her pussy from behind. I knew then that if I was ever asked to give her a personal massage I'd spend more time doing just that. But I was also anticipating working on her face up.

Sue waited until her breathing slowed down before she flipped over. I tried to discreetly check out her body. Starting from her feet, my gaze went up her shapely legs, which she had already spread more than was necessary for a massage. I saw now that she was not totally shaven, but kept her hair trimmed into a V, ending right above her vulva. I think that her pubic hair was probably curly when dry, but by now it was a bit matted down with moisture. As I had noticed from behind, her lips did indeed seem engorged, as was her clearly visible clitoris. I could have stared longer but I knew that there would be more opportunity in a couple of moments, so I continued my gaze up her belly. She had just a bit of a tummy. I took my first look at her breasts. They were as full as I expected, with just a bit of sag to them, and with large nipples that also looked like there was some excitement going on in Sue's head. I continued up to her face...busted! She was watching me looking at her. So much for being discreet. She had a slight smile on her face so I had to assume she didn't mind me looking.

Jen took a position at the top of the table and started to massage Sue's neck, scalp and face. This was a one-person procedure, so I stood off to the side and observed Jen's technique. OK, so I might have been watching Sue just a bit as well.

Jen moved to one side and started on Sue's shoulder; I joined in on the other shoulder. Standing over Sue gave me a different view of her body. I was aware that her breathing had seemed to slow down. Prior to the flip she was pretty worked up and now seemed much more relaxed. Her nipples had seemed distended when she first turned over but were not now. When I looked down onto her face, Sue was looking back at me. We made eye contact. I held her gaze and gave her a smile. 

We worked our way down from the shoulders towards Sue's chest. I didn't know if a breast massage was something that Jen offered; I hadn't see her do it before, but it seemed that with Sue anything was possible. I followed her lead, massaging down her upper chest. As we got closer to her breasts we first circled down past them. Then, using both hands, we held her tits firmly, applying pressure as we worked our way around them. I was in heaven. I had to remind myself that this was a massage and that massaging and fondling were not the same. I saw that Jen was avoiding direct contact with Sue's nipple, so I did the same. Perhaps that was where Jen's 'ethical line' was. It took a lot of will power on my part to not brush across the nipple that was now once again standing out very prominently, but I held myself in check. I saw that Sue still had her eyes on me, even as she let out another low 'Mmmm'.




Massage Apprentice Ch. 05



Again, I would have been fine with working on her breasts for quite a while, but eventually Jen moved down to Sue's belly. She lightly rubbed her clockwise from below her breasts to right above her pubic line, just short of where her V started. This was also a one person procedure, so I stood off to the side. As I watched, I felt Sue's hand on my bare leg, just above my knee. I looked down at her and this time her eyes were closed, but she had a slight smile on her face. She moved her hand higher and was almost to the point where she would have gone up into the leg of my shorts, when Jen motioned to me that I should take over the belly rub. I did, but I couldn't help but go just a bit lower, rubbing my hands through her pubic hair, which was soaked with oil. As I rubbed her belly, Sue moved her hand higher up my leg. I didn't know what to do. Not that I wouldn't have minded Sue's hand on my dick, but I was very sure that this was definitely beyond the line of Jen's ethics. My own line was still to be determined. When I looked over at Jen I knew that she was aware of Sue's wandering hand.

When Jen moved to Sue's foot, I moved as well, breaking contact with her hand. We repeated the moves we had done on the back of her legs, using firm pressure on both the outside and inside of her leg and sweeping up. Of course, as we got closer to Sue's now visibly moist pussy, it was tempting to continue up, and, truth be told, my inner hand did brush her lips a couple of times. And of course Sue let out another soft moan. Jen's hand came close as well, but I didn't see any contact. 

After the sweeps we repeated the push/pull move on her calves, then her thighs. Just as on the back of her legs, the movement with two sets of hands caused her thighs to be spread even more apart. To me this was the most erotic part of the session so far. Her lips were being spread apart and everything was on display. The lips were red, flushed with blood, and her clitoris had come out to play. It too looked swollen. I would have loved to see how much it would take to give Sue an orgasm right then and there. I think a slight breeze would have done it. Sue looked far from being relaxed.

As expected, Jen didn't provide any contact there and I followed suite. But I did file away that image in my memory bank for later use. Eventually Jen gave Sue a few long body sweeps, toe to head and back, which I knew signaled the end of the massage. 

She told Sue "Take your time getting up. There's no rush; we do not have any more appointments today."

"Is it alright if I take a shower?"

"Of course it is dear. You know where everything is."

We left the room. I needed to clear my head and try to evaluate everything that had happened. I poured myself some cool water thinking 'What really did happen? It was just a massage more or less. Body parts were exposed more than normal, but part of that had to be because of the relationship Jen and Sue had. Jen knew how far to go and Sue knew how far Jen would go. I guess I was the unknown in the situation. One thing was very clear - I was going to have to think about what my ethical stance would be. I enjoyed Sues wandering hand and it would have been interesting to see where that would have led, but fortunately it was stopped before it got too far.'

Jen interrupted my musings. She had a glass of water and a clean towel and washcloth. "Can you take these in to Sue? I didn't have time to stock the linen closet earlier."

Still lost in thought I took them from Jen and went back into the room.

I expected that Sue would have been in the shower by now, so I was a bit startled when I saw that she was still lying on the table. Speaking from experience I knew that after a massage, with your body totally relaxed, it's easy to slip off to sleep. I really didn't think that Sue was that relaxed, but I went over to check that she was OK. 

She was more than OK. With her eyes closed, she was playing with a nipple with one hand and had the other buried two fingers deep in her pussy. She was well on her way to that orgasm. I wanted to stay there and watch, but I knew that wasn't right, so I started to back out of the room. But Sue must have heard me come in, as she opened her eyes. I froze and then tried to apologize, stammering out something incomprehensible. 

"Sue... sorry... didn't know ..."

Sue didn't stop jilling herself, but with her free hand she motioned me over. I hesitated, then set the water and towels down and approached her.

As I should have expected, Sue's hand went right to my crotch. She felt my dick getting harder, because of the view of her pussy being worked over and of course because of her hand. She fumbled with my zipper, never stopping her piston—like fingers in and out of her now soaked pussy. I helped her with unzipping me, but then let her hand continue. She freed my erection from my underwear and without any hesitation, started jacking me off rapidly, as if I could catch up and come with her.

I couldn't catch up; as excited as I was she was much further along than I was. I reached over and pinched her nipple, which apparently was all she could take. She released me and clamped that hand onto her clitoris, arched her back, and for the last time that day let out another moan. This time there was nothing soft about it.

"MMMMMMMM!!"

She didn't stop with that one. Her hands kept moving and she pretty quickly came again, thought not as powerful or loudly, as her first one. 

I backed away and tucked myself back into my pants. The sheet below Sue was pretty well soaked, so I laid the washcloth over her pussy and covered her with the clean towel.

"Thank you" she said, once her breathing returned to normal.

"My pleasure" I replied. "Stay here as long as you need."

When I left the room, Jen was sitting on the sofa with a smile on her face. She asked me "Did you give Sue what she needed?" 

I thought for a moment, and then the light bulb came on. "You set me up, didn't you?"

With a wide grin she repeated her question. "Did you give Sue what she needed?"

"Yes, I gave her the towels." I replied. "Was that a test? If so, did I pass or fail?"

Jan paused. "It wasn't a test for you," she said. "Sue almost always ends her massages that way. I knew that having you help massage her would get her especially worked up. Sending you back in was just icing on the cake."

I was speechless; I didn't know what to say.

"Speaking of that... did you?" Jen asked.

"Did I what?" I asked.

"Did you supply some icing for her cake?"

"No, she didn't need my icing." I replied. "Her caked was baked all on its own." 

"Well, I thank you, and I'm sure Sue thanks you as well."

"You're both welcome I guess." I said, then as an afterthought added "You owe me one."

"I pay my debts. Care for a massage after Sue leaves?"

"Sure thing" I answered without any hesitation.

Yes indeed. Payback can be a bitch...



Massage Apprentice Ch. 06



I want to thank Nthusiastically for her help editing this for me. Much appreciated! 

*****

Jen's Payback

Jen and I waited in the living room until Sue came out. As if nothing out of the ordinary had happened, Jen asked her "So did you enjoy your massage?"

Sue smiled and replied "Yes indeed. It was very relaxing. Thank you both."

"You were our first 'Guinea pig' for our four-hand technique." Jen said. "Is there anything you can think of that we could do to improve the experience?"

Sue replied "I'll have to think about that, but overall it was more than I expected."

This exchange between Jen and Sue was killing me; as if we all didn't know what went on in there.

"I'll definitely recommend this to some of my friends." Sue said. She turned to look at me and added "And, when this apprentice is ready to fly solo, I'd be more than happy to be the Guinea pig again."

Jen looked like she was holding back a laugh as she said "I think he's almost there. He just needs some more hands-on experience."

Sue smiled and said "Oh, I think his hands-on were just fine." 

After Sue left I turned to Jen and asked her "Were you serious about giving me a massage?" I wanted to give her a possible out.

"Yes, indeed," she replied. "I totally used you, for Sue's sake, and I'd like to make it up to you with a massage."

I could have told her that I had enjoyed the session working on Sue, including the ending, and that there was no need for Jen to feel bad about setting me up. But I didn't, as I was not about to turn down a massage, especially one that already seemed to be more than a little bit sexually charged.

We went back into the massage room, or the 'scene of the crime'. Usually the room had a light scent of the candles we used or the oil. I swear that this time it smelled a bit like sex. I guess it could have been my imagination, but the sheet covering the table as well as the towels I had given Sue were well used.

"You go ahead and get ready. I'll change these." Jen said as she started cleaning up the table. We had long passed the point of being politely modest; it wasn't unusual for me to get undressed while Jen was in the room. The fragrance, as well as what had happened earlier on the table had me a bit on edge; I wasn't hard but was definitely sporting some wood. I don't think Jen noticed it. She didn't remark on it as I lay face down. She covered my ass with a fresh towel, moved to the head of the table, applied some oil to her hands and began the massage as normal on my upper back and shoulders.

I started the conversation. "So exactly how well do you know Sue?"

I heard a slight giggle in her voice. "Yes, Sue and I have an understanding. I'm not exactly sure when we reached it, and we really don't discuss it."

"And the understanding is...?" I asked.

"Hmm.. How can I explain this?" Jen mused. "Sue sometimes, well probably more often than not, gets aroused by her massage. And when she does I leave her some time alone in the room to do what she has to do."

I recalled that I had seen a note in Sue's profile about that, but I had totally misinterpreted it.

"Is that how you always massage Sue?" I asked.

"No, I've never purposely tried to get her that excited as we just did."

"Then why this time? Why now?" I asked, adding "Not that I'm complaining."

"Well, I think that our day at the spa changed how I feel about the matter of ethics." she said. "And not just the massage itself, the whole set of experiences."

I asked "How so?" 

"As the day progressed, from first getting naked with you in the steam room, to showering, and up to the massage, I was getting more and more relaxed about what was happening. By the time Rick was massaging me I really wanted to be touched, intimately." She said, adding "At that point I would have felt cheated if the massage had ended just as a normal massage."

She continued "I think it helped that we went into the day with the 'whatever happens, happens' attitude."

"So, once you were on the receiving side, you decided you could also be on the providing side?" I asked.

"Yes, especially because it didn't feel forced. It felt like at any moment if I had said 'stop', Rick would have."

"And you're glad you didn't?" I asked, fully knowing the answer.

"Indeed" she said "And afterwards there was no feeling of shame or embarrassment. Just a nice service provided." 

"Also," she added, "it was nice knowing that you were receiving a similar massage experience."

"And since you knew Sue was prone to get excited you decided to help her along a little bit?" I asked.

"Yes. I knew an extra set of hands, male hands, along with some closer touching would do the trick."

"That it did." I said.

Jen finished working on my back and moved off to one side. She folded the towel over to expose one butt cheek and applied more oil to her hands. 

I had to ask "And you help?"

"What do you mean by help?" Jen asked.

"Well, the massage seemed tailored specifically to get her aroused. And, "I added, "of course it worked."

"And not just for Sue" she said, as she started gave my butt a slight squeeze. Then, as usual, she started kneading the area from my hip and upper thigh across and over my cheek. I assumed that Jen was referring to me; she knew that I was also aroused by the massage.

Jen continued. "To answer your question, yes, I do take more liberties with Sue. But today's session went well beyond any other massage I've given." 

I asked "How so?"

She paused for a moment and then totally removed the draping from my other cheek, leaving me naked on the table.

"Well, for example. This was new," she said, "and totally unexpected."

With that she used both hands, one on each cheek, and pushed to the outside, exposing my ass just as we had done to Sue. "Did you notice how clean and smooth she was?"

I didn't answer her, but of course I had noticed.

"And once I saw that I really wanted to feel it, so I went in just a bit closer." She demonstrated as she spoke, with an oily finger touching the area very close to my asshole. She moved it around, circling my orifice.

"So yes, that was something new for me." She moved over to the end of the table and started working on an ankle.

I hadn't angled my cock down when I laid down, so it was pressed between the table and my stomach. I had started this massage off a bit excited and it had just gotten more heated. I was getting uncomfortably hard, so I used the moment to reach under and adjust myself, pointing my cock down to give it more room to expand.

Jen started to work her way up my leg. She said "And, of course, I did the leg sweep differently on Sue, You picked up on that pretty quickly." She started sweeping up my leg, apparently intent on demonstrating what she was saying. Her usual sweeping motion had her hands moving to the outside as they approached the crotch, but, as we had done with Sue, this time she kept the inner hand in, close to my testicles, while the outer one swept up onto my ass. 

"What was new, and unexpected, was when we both did it." She swept up again, this time with a hand on the inside of each leg. She stopped when her hands got close, then pushed them to the outside, now exposing my taint and balls, as well as the end of my dick. 

"I sort of wanted to touch her closer, but I refrained" Jen said.

"Yes, but you made me touch her." I said, remembering how she had nudged my hand so that I brushed against Sue's taint and lips. 

"Purely accidentally." she said. I could detect a smile in her voice. "Accidents happen." And with that she reached up with both hands and lightly brushed against my balls. She avoided direct contact with my cock.

I felt like I could have cum right then, but I held on.

Jen continued to do some more leg sweeps, glancing across my balls before continuing up, moving one hand across my butt crack.

She stopped and announced that it was time to flip over. 

I sat up and saw that Jen was holding up the towel for draping, as if this was a regular massage. Of course I knew this was already far from the usual massage and that the draping would only shield my cock from view; it wasn't going to disguise the fact that I was fully erect.

So I rolled over and Jen lowered the towel over me from my waist to the tops of my thighs. As expected I was pitching a tent, but I wasn't a bit embarrassed. On the contrast, I was rather proud of how I was showing. And it felt great to finally have my pole standing free after being trapped on the table.

Jen positioned herself at the head of the table, applied some oil to her hands and spread it over my shoulders. She started massaging my neck, then shoulders and then moved down to my chest. She avoided direct contact with my nipples, as usual.

I asked her if she had been tempted to touch Sue's nipples. "Yes I was tempted. I would have been ok if you had touched them. I would have liked to see her reaction."

"They're very sensitive." I said.

"And how do you know that?" Sue asked.

I told her what had happened in Sue's 'after massage' time; that my touching her nipples seemed to be the spark that sent her over the edge. When Jen heard this she dragged her fingernails over my nipples, which sent a small spark thru me as well, causing my cock to jerk. Jen must have liked that reaction as she did it a couple more times. I looked down and saw that my pre-cum had already created a wet spot on the towel.

Jen moved on to my belly. She gently rubbed it in a circle, passing beneath the towel and just thru my pubic hair on the down stroke. Each pass caused my dick to jerk again. The multiple jerks had caused the towel to move; this time it slipped down so my shaft was exposed and the towel just covered my balls.

"This isn't really needed, is it?" Jen asked. 

In response I looked at her and smiled. It really wasn't a question; we both knew that. She threw the towel to the floor.

Jen had seen my erect cock before, at the spa, so it shouldn't have been a total shock to see it now, but I think she was a bit surprised at how red it was, how it was throbbing and how I was producing pre-cum.

Jen moved back to the foot of the table and started sweeping up my leg. As we had done with Sue, she kept her inside hand in, her fingertips lightly caressing my balls. Each touch seemed to make my cock throb more, with an almost steady stream of lubricant dripping out and running down my shaft.

"What else happened with Sue?" Jen asked as she continued her sweeps.

I told her everything. How, when I walked in, she was furiously masturbating. How, when I got closer, she started touching me. And how she came, twice.

"But no relief for you?" Jen asked, switching her sweeps to my other leg.

"No. It was her massage; it was all about her pleasure." I said.

Jen paused with her sweeps. She looked me in the eyes. She had a strange smile on her face, one that I hadn't seen before.

She said "Well, this is your massage. Now it's all about your pleasure." 

She did another sweep up my leg. This time her inside hand cupped my balls.

"Did she touch you here?" Jen asked.

"Yes..."

Her other hand swept up and grabbed my shaft around the base.

"Did she touch you here?" 

"Yes..."

Using a fingertip, Jen spread some of my lubrication on my cock.

"Did she do this?"

I could barely get out a soft "No..."

She grabbed my dick with both oily hands and slowly started stroking me.

I had been on edge all afternoon. Giving Sue an intimate massage had gotten me aroused. Watching her masturbate and being touched by her had gotten me close to coming. Jen giving me a similar massage with lots of touching was beyond belief. And now Jen was supplying a happy ending.

I knew I wasn't going to last long at all. Jen's hands were gliding up and down, hitting that sensitive area around the head of my cock. After a dozen or so strokes I started to tense up. Jen noticed this and increased both her speed and the pressure.

"I'm going to cum." I managed to say just as I felt myself slipping to the point of no return.

"It's your massage. Cum for me..."

When the first stream released it went remarkably high. I don't think Jen was prepared for the intensity, but she said "Yes" and pointed my dick up towards my chest while she continued pumping. The next couple of streams were no less intense; they landed high on my chest, almost to my chin. I had never cum like that before.

I watched Jen as she slowed down. She looked happy as she squeezed the last drops of semen out of me. 

As I came down I wondered if Jen had finally defined her line between ethical and unethical massages. Perhaps it was still a work in progress.

She left the room and quickly returned with a warm wash cloth. As I was wiping myself off, I told her that she gives a great massage. She looked at me, trying to decide if I was being sarcastic, then said "Would you believe it if I told you that was the first time I've ever supplied a happy ending?"

"I feel honored." I said. "And yes, I believe it."

"Was it that bad?" she asked, knowing full well that it wasn't.

"It was just ok." I said, playing along with her. "But practice make perfect."

"And I guess you'd be ok with being my practice dummy?"

"Only if I could practice on you as well" I said.

"You have a deal." she said with a smile.

I could hardly wait for that opportunity.