First time for Jenny
It had been a very quiet day. A rainy Wednesday. It was almost six in the evening. Then the bell rang. Hugo and I left the room so Karen, (Shelly was on her day off.) could do the work. When Karen asked us to come back for introductions, the client chose me. The client was dressed in a well-tailored business suit. She wore thick-rimmed glasses that hid a delicate face with fine bone structure. She was younger than our usual customers, I thought. I took her to the room, asked her if she wanted to take a shower, then left her.
When I returned to her, she was sitting on the chair, wrapped in a towel. She stood up, holding the protective towel. I invited her to lie down on the massage couch, which she did, but held the towel firmly in place.
– A shy one, I thought.
But unusually beautiful. The glasses were gone, revealing a perfect, heart-shaped face. Fine, pale, almost luminous skin, dark brown hair, deep brown eyes. A true “English Rose”. So beautiful I forgot to take my shirt off.
I asked her to lie on her front, removed my t-shirt and shorts, then gently removed the towel. From behind, she had stunning, slender, long, well-shaped legs and an ass to die for. He was probably no more than twenty years old. Think “Katie Green” and you’ll be on the right track.
– What should I call you? I asked.
– Jenny. Call me Jenny.
(I’d call it “amazing”.)
– Would you prefer oil or talc, Jenny? Or just the hands?
She chose her hands and I reverently began to caress her exquisite skin. She jumped when I put my hands on her for the first time. It was a delight to caress his firm young flesh. My hands seemed to tingle to the touch. I massaged her gently, denying myself the pleasure of massaging her face. I dropped a semi-respectable one, then breathlessly asked him to come back.
She did this to be confronted with my naked body. She flinched.
– What are you doing? she screamed.
– There are not…
She seemed to be regaining control.
– Please put your clothes on, she said trembling.
She reached for the towel and covered herself, but not before I had time to admire the beauty before me. She was stunningly beautiful. What was such a woman doing in a massage parlor?
– I’m sorry, she said. I made a mistake. Will you please leave so I can get dressed?
I took my discarded clothes and shyly left. I stood on the landing and got dressed, then waited for him to come out. I led her back downstairs and she left without another word.
– That was fast, Karen commented.
I agreed.
– Yes. I think maybe I scared her. He seemed fine until he turned around and saw me naked. I assume he knew the type of service we provide?
– He knew. You gain something and lose something else.
Karen shrugged.
Was right. It wasn’t the first time a woman had changed her mind about the “sensual” part of the massage, but usually only when she was asked to spread her legs. I hung up and went home.
I couldn’t get this stunning woman out of my mind. Even her name sounded nice. Jenny. Jenny. Jenny.
The next day was much busier. No ejaculation though. At a quarter to six the bell rang. It was her. Jenny. She chose me again. Upstairs in the room, he apologized for the previous day. I wasn’t ready to be naked. Yes, he knew what he was there for, but could I keep my clothes on, please?
I left her alone for the necessary ten minutes. When I knocked on the door she said:
– Intra.
Clearly and positively.
She was lying on her back, without a towel this time. It was an absolute sight. Firm, high breasts, brown nipples, flat stomach ending in a well-trimmed bush. And those long legs. He turned on his face.
– Oil, I think.
She seemed to be in complete control today.
I began my pleasurable task, caressing every delicious curve or her lovely rear. Then, fearing a repeat performance, I asked him to come back. A happiness! My heart was pounding as I gently cupped her breasts. She stretched like a cat and put her hands behind her head so that her gravity-defying breasts were lifted. Down, down, over her belly to the promised land. She spread her thighs without being asked and I gave her the most loving massage.
When he climaxed, he scared me with his intensity. First she let out a strangled cry and stiffened, pressing my hand against her mound, then went into what I can only describe as a convulsive state. After she recovered, I supported her spasmodic body to keep her from falling off the couch.
She allowed me to stay in the room while she got dressed, now she seemed completely at ease with me.
– I’m back in town in two weeks, she said. Will you be available?
– Call first to make sure, I answered.
I wanted to ask why he thought he had to pay for sex, but I resisted.
