Massage therapy
I left work and walked across the parking lot to the massage therapist’s little room that was attached to the end of our building. After a stressful day at work, with clients and bosses yelling at me and demanding attention, I felt exhausted, tired and stressed. I poked my head in the door and saw Gail standing at the front desk, a book of pencil drawings in her hands, glasses perched on her nose. She was 40 years old, not unattractive for her age, and was thin and quite tall. She had shoulder-length blond hair and a friendly, open face. A photo taken a few years ago sat by her reception desk of her, her husband and a young daughter, and it was quite attractive then. She owned and operated the small business herself. She looked up and smiled.
– Hi James, you look very upset. Rough day?
– Don’t even ask. I just want to go home and forget. I just came to tell you that I closed everything. You are the last to leave.
– Smoothly. Come a moment. Let me do you a favor.
– Sure, I said. I sat in her chair and she stood behind me and probed my shoulder muscles with her fingers. As soon as he touched them, the stress seemed to melt away. After thirty seconds he was done.
– Wow, that was great. how did you do that
– It’s easy. I hope it stays on your shoulders long enough for you to find some peace. Good night.
– Thank you, and you too, I said and left.
But within a few days I was just as tense and decided to seek her services again. I made an appointment with her after work, to have a neck and back massage. He gave me a cheap rate and left me feeling revitalized and refreshed. I started seeing her once a week, enjoying the way she revived me. Then a friend suggested I try a full body massage, he said it was amazing. I felt a little unsure about it, but my friend explained that it was far from sexual and that it was all about letting things soften and relax, “Not about making things difficult!” so as she said with a laugh. So, hesitantly, I decided to give it a try.
– Okay, I’ll be back in a few moments. “Undress and make yourself comfortable,” Gail said and pressed play on a small, cheap, black CD player in the corner.
The relaxing sounds of the beach floated through the room as she slipped out and closed the door. I sat down on a chair next to the CD player and unlaced my polished black shoes and kicked them off. My socks followed, then I stood up and took off my blue polo shirt, unbuttoned my black pants and unzipped them. Stepping out of them, I placed them over the chair, then removed my panties and threw them on top. It felt strange to be sitting there naked in the small room, but it wasn’t uncomfortable as the air was warm and the music relaxing and I was glad I wasn’t in my work clothes. I took the small white towel from the side table, folded in half as she told me, and climbed onto the massage table, twisting to place the towel over my bottom and looking in the mirror just behind me to make sure everything was covered. I then placed my head face down in the hole in the table and closed my eyes.
Instantly I felt the stress begin to leave my mind, the music was having an amazing effect but my muscles were still tense and I waited patiently for him to return. I was beginning to feel dizzy, such was the power of the music when I heard a slight noise at the door and a voice calling out:
– Are you ready there, Daniel?
I suddenly woke up in an instant and cried out in the affirmative. I was a little excited that I was practically empty in the room with her and hoped that her attention would do nothing to move and embarrass me. I had never had a full body massage and had no idea how it worked or what you were supposed to do. But I figured that worrying was what put me on the table in the first place, that thinking too much was stressing me out, so I figured I’d better just let it go.
She gently opened the door and closed it behind her. He walked over to the table and picked up a tube of some kind of oil. It smelled strong, but not in an unpleasant way. I guessed it was some kind of specialized massage oil. Then she sprayed it on my hands and put the tube over my shoulders and added some. I felt a tingle as it slowly slid over my skin and followed my spine down to the base of my back, squeezing me gently into the corner created by my rear end and the muscles of my ass.
My senses were heightened by the fact that my eyes were closed and I could hear and feel everything, every little movement he made. The fabric of her clothes rubbed lightly as she moved over my right shoulder and her hands made wet noises as she expertly rubbed them together and went to work.
Her touch was amazing. She expertly worked all the muscles in my back, starting from the top at my shoulders and neck and then slowly working her way down. Every muscle was gripped and massaged by her fingers and palms. She constantly commented whenever she found a particularly tight area, focusing on each one as she found them and gently releasing the tension and tightness all over my bare back. I had to be concerned about any concern of my sexual arousal; I was too carried away to even think about this kind of pleasure.
Or so I thought. She ended that part of the massage by standing right next to my head and placing one hand on each side of my body, squeezing quite hard, thumbs behind and index fingers to the sides. He then used the oil lube to slide his hands slowly down each side, from up under my arm, down over my ribcage and down the sides of my abdomen. But her fingers were long enough to reach a fair distance, all the way to my face and I felt a flash of response to her hands as she reached my abdomen, sensitive in its bareness, then went down further to my hips mine and to the towel placed over them. Despite the heat of the air and the oil, my hair felt mushy, tiny goosebumps rising all over my bare flesh. He repeated three times and each time the same answer appeared. I was awake now and worried about how my body was reacting. I felt my penis begin to swell and move. But after he was done, he went down to the end of the table, applying more oil to his hands before starting to work my legs.
When I was face down, my soles were facing the ceiling and she started taking care of them with her big toes. He applied quite a bit of pressure, pushing hard into the middle of the soles. I’m a tickle guy, but in her hands my feet were obedient puppies and the pressure was relaxing my whole body even more. She worked the heels, toes, arches, everything, all the while I heard the wet, slippery sounds of her lubricated fingers working on my skin. I was lucky it lubricated well as I think it would have pulled a few hairs out of my legs.
It went down to my ankles, loosening the joints there before moving to my calf muscles. Here she spent a little more time, kneading the tense muscles, like an old-time housewife kneading dough. With each new part of my bare body he began to work, he started slowly, warming up the muscles before really attacking them and punishing the stress out of them.
My knees were the next to catch his attention. He used his other fingers more, going in and around my knees and using his thumbs to probe the soft backside. He had been working on my legs for about fifteen minutes now and had reached the meaty part, the long, broad muscles of my thighs.
First he moved around the table to start on my right. Sitting right next to my ass, her hands a few inches from my bottom, she got down to business. Her hands were right where the towel ended and her massage was really starting to move it. She wrapped both hands over the muscles, then gently squeezed her hands, almost caressing my right thigh. She squeezed and released, squeezed and released, the muscles going soft in her hands. Then he started kneading and that’s when the towel started moving. Some of her techniques made a butt move and the towel moved slightly. He began to climb and I felt, the new bare skin exposed as he felt the air. Inch by inch the right side of the towel came up until it was riding right on my ass and I was sure the bottom of one of my buttocks was visible.
But he didn’t seem to notice, continuing on that thigh for a good five or six minutes. As I started to get embarrassed by how much she could see, I heard a quick “Woops” and she discreetly pulled the thick towel back again, hiding everything.
– I’m sorry, she said, and I laughed nervously and said:
– Thank you. I was worried about how high it would go up there.
The masseuse was someone I saw every day. I couldn’t help but think that whenever he looks at me from now on he’ll know what almost half of the right side of my ass looks like. He patted my bottom and jokingly said:
– Maybe I should have let him go. Nice ass.
My ears turned red. Was this woman probably old enough to be my mother and thought I had a nice ass? She was married, for Christ’s sake. He was not allowed to say such a thing! I let out a small laugh and tried to find that inner peace I had a few moments ago.
She had finished on my right thigh leaving it feeling like warm butter and moved around my head to start on the left. After he operated without incident, the first half of my massage was done.
– I’ll give you a few moments to come back. I’ll be right back, she said and left the room.
Once he was out, I grabbed the towel and pulled him off, exposing myself to the room. I quickly turned around and later I was on my back with my flaccid cock pointing at the ceiling. It was as relaxed as the rest of my body, having forgotten the little incident earlier, and was lying by my scrotum. After a futile two-second glance at my package in the mirror across from me, I draped the white towel over me and sat back to relax.
The music had stopped and when she came in she put on another one and pressed play. This one sounded like waterfalls and birds and I thought maybe it should sound like a jungle. Whatever it was, it had the same effect as the last CD. She had brought another small towel with her and put it over my eyes. It was small and warm and fragrant and covered my face from my eyebrows to the tip of my nose. But I could still see out from underneath and I watched as she took more oil and then stood up to start again.
Her touch was amazing and I watched her work with her head down at my feet. I saw her bottom in the mirror and enjoyed looking at it for a few moments. She strained the fabric of her tracksuit and I began to imagine what she looked like naked.
She moved my shin bones up to my knee.
I continued to imagine. Her blonde hair would fall to rest on her bare white shoulders. The skin would fall over her chest before rising into two full and beautiful breasts, in my amateur opinion a borderline full c/d cup with dark pink and rosy nipples on top. For a mature woman, her breasts were full and perky, not saggy at all. A slight sag on each side only adds character to their beauty, her bra looking like it’s struggling to hold them tight in front as well. I wondered if her daughter was my age now. If Gail was so hot at +40, imagine what the daughter is like at 21.
I snapped out of my reverie when she reached my thighs. She lubricated them and I felt a trickle of the stuff slide around my thigh and under the towel. It entwined itself along my thigh and I felt it touch my testicles where one had sat on the table. The sensation, along with the memory of the images I had just created in my head, began to arouse my limp cock.
Since all the muscles in my thighs were underneath and already watched, she didn’t stay long with them, finishing with my right and going around my left. I tried desperately to stop myself but the images of her naked wouldn’t leave my mind and my mind’s eyes began to look down past her breasts while my real eyes looked at them as she worked. I saw her smooth white skin rolling over a belly that had little fat but was still in fine shape down to her hips and pussy. My cock was moving now, swaying with each heartbeat and I looked down to see it moving under the towel. I watched helplessly as he now rose all the way up to sit on the flat side of my abdomen, but was still not fully upright. I kept my eyes closed and begged whatever divine intervention might be there to let it stop here. I couldn’t see his face so I couldn’t tell if he noticed. I definitely saw him moving under the towel. But she moved on without comment and I began to hope I was lucky.
I thought too soon. Because now he was working on the bare skin of my body and I had no hope of keeping my cock under control. My heart started beating faster and I saw her move to stand behind my head, letting me look at her in the mirror. I wasn’t sure if he knew I could see under the towel on my face, but I suspected not.
As soon as her fingers touched my shoulders, my cock twitched and a rush of blood sent the shaft and head flying into the air. The towel rose with it and my own nipples became erect and hard. I looked from my cock to the mirror and saw that her face was not focused on her hands on my shoulders, but looking down my body at what was waking up under the towel. She seemed to lose focus and her hands lightly stroked over my chest and back to my shoulders and my nipples sparkled every time her fingers touched them. Looking unsure of what she was doing herself, I watched her as she began to turn around and bend down slightly, keeping her hands on me, to get a peak at what was under the towel. He was obviously trying to do this without me noticing, but I knew, and the thought was making my cock even harder, it was thrilling. My heart was pounding in my chest. What happened? She had lifted the towel and I could see it clearly and I knew she must have too.
I was about to say something, to cover my embarrassment, but I didn’t know what to do. But she solved the problem for me by stepping to the right arm to start there. Or maybe I imagined it all. Questions were running through my mind. Did she see it? Was I imagining things or had he actually bent down to look at my cock as it grew bigger? And why was he only using one hand on my arm now?
I turned my head slightly to see more of the mirror and my heart sank in my chest at what I saw. A hand was doing its job, massaging the muscles in my arm. But Gail had the other one in the front of her pants, fingers caressing between her legs as I looked in the mirror! She was so turned on by my erect cock that she masturbated right in front of me, thinking I couldn’t see a thing!
I couldn’t bear to do nothing anymore. She was sitting by my shoulder and I suddenly pulled my arm up from where it was hanging loosely from the table between her legs without moving my head. She gasped and froze, caught in the act, as I reached behind her legs and grabbed the elastic at the top of her pants and pulled them down, exposing her panties to the room. Still with my face under the towel, I looked at her in the mirror. She hadn’t moved, like she wasn’t sure what was happening or where this was going. Her eyes looked at the towel on my face uncertainly as I slid my hand under her panties and cupped the bulge of a butt. It was my turn to massage. I forgot all my inhibitions, about her age, that we saw each other every day, and let my penis think.
I squeezed and released her bottom, caressing and rolling my hand over it. It seemed that Gail had decided to do the same as her hand began to work again, this time out of sight, the thin material of her white panties bulging with the movements of her fist underneath. I needed to see her ripe cleavage and I stopped stroking her bottom to pull her panties down like I had done with her pants. They slid down her thighs to reveal a small, trimmed and manicured nest of pubic hair sitting atop a pink, hungry, awake opening. I looked at all this through the mirror. Her fingers caressed from the top of his pubis, sliding down and into the slit and then back up. Already wet, she left a slippery trail through the small, dark curls.
I couldn’t stand looking in the mirror anymore and stood up and let the towel fall off my face as I looked into her eyes. I was unsure what she would do with it. She looked back at me, then her eyes dropped to my lap for a split second to where my cock was still mostly covered by the towel. And it all happened at once.
I lifted my hand between her slit and pushed hers aside. She pulled her legs out of her pants, removed her underwear and then spread her legs wider and I probed my fingers into her, finding the opening to her heat inside and sending two fingers up at once. She nearly doubled over in pleasure and I felt a surge of her own natural lubricant wet my fingers and hand. She was sitting slightly away from the table and, still standing, I used my other arm to pull her chest towards my face. She knew what I wanted and tugged at the top, raising her arms to slide it out for me. Then she unclasped her bra and released her glorious, soft, supple, white orbs, throwing the undergarment to the floor along with the rest of my inhibitions.
I opened my mouth wide and swallowed a mouthful of her left breast, nipple and all. It tasted amazing and I teased and probed her hard dark pink bud with my wet tongue, sliding it over and around her areola. My fingers slid in and out of her opening and caressed her walls inside. She was ready in moments and suddenly I felt her whole body tense and release and a feminine moan escaped her beautiful lips. Her legs were shaking and she squeezed her thighs together, but I continued to work. I didn’t want to change my position because I couldn’t tear my mouth away from her flesh, it tasted so good. I let my teeth sink gently into one of her breasts and she grabbed the back of my head with one hand and forced my face further into her. I just wanted so badly to swallow him whole, and I sucked as hard as I could down the nipple, opening my mouth as wide as I could, pulling it into the back of my throat as I worked it with the back of my tongue.
Now I could fit three fingers inside her and I kept them moving, passing a second, smaller climax. My cock was still covered by the towel in my lap and her eyes fixed on it hungrily. She placed a firm hand on my chest and pushed me back from her breasts to lie on the bed. I turned my head to her pussy just inches from my face and grabbed her bottom with both hands to pull her closer. Gail made things easier by lifting her leg over my face, resting it on the table as I strained my neck and sucked on her clit which was now right above me.
Gail had lifted the towel over my cock and I heard her gasp, once at his size and the second time as I sent my tongue groping between her lips and deep inside her. I greedily drank her juices as they continued to flow and used every trick I knew to get her to orgasm again.
