Seizing the opportunity
I’ve always loved getting massages and I did every chance I got. I read the ads online, I looked in the leaflets they hand out at mini-markets, always looking for something new.
Maybe a special masseuse who is just a little more willing than most of them?
If someone was willing to do more, seemed to have some potential, I would leave a 100 e lei bill folded on the table when I left the room, then pay for their session and leave.
Without fail, that gave me a little extra time during the next session at least, sometimes it got me a little extra touch. The ones that skipped working my glutes or bypassed the nice clockwise circles on my abs often added that.
The ones that never changed, I just didn’t bother to call them back.
Maybe one in 10 to 15 of the ones I saw would finally come to trust me, then start wanting to return the favor for the extra money. Sure, I could part with a few hundred lei immediately, that’s for sure.
Simple massage wasn’t fun enough for me, I liked to manipulate those who were sure they would never get to touch my cock and grab it. There was something about the amateur trials, the final breakout, and actually just doing that kept me going.
GOOD. So I’m a pervert, a manipulator, call me what you will.
Bringing the shy ones to that point turns me on, I would get massive orgasms at the partial fantasy fulfillment and sexual release situation.
I can’t explain it any other way than I like to manipulate people. The look, the expression they got was just wonderful. I bet no fewer than twenty times I heard my masseuse at that moment say, “I’ve never done that!” blushing in the face.
They could tell they had given in and were always overstepping the mark with me. After that, the line would be crossed every time, by all but one of the ones I had succeeded with.
That was a pretty girl named Patti. It took me over a year, at least 20 sessions, her hands were getting closer and closer, I could see the internal struggle. Then one day she lost control, I had a massive erection and she could tell by the bulge in the sheet. Her hands went up my thighs, I felt her hesitate.
– I’m sorry, you seem… uncomfortable? she whispered, her hand still resting high on my thigh.
– I… Yes, it is, I am… a bit. It’s just…your hands feel so wonderful, I’m sorry, I don’t mean to offend you, I told him.
– Don’t offend me, it’s perfectly normal.
She smiled, blurting out the standard massage therapist phrase, but then her hand slid up over my testicles and down the length of my stiff cock.
It was as if she went into a kind of trance, her hands moving of their own volition.
– I want to make you feel good, don’t I… is that okay? Patti whispered again as her hand wrapped around the head of my growing erection.
– Oh yes, thank you! I totally trust you! I replied, smiling.
A few minutes later the sheet was gone and Patti was eagerly pounding my flesh. She even let out a little moan when I had spasms, good luck!
One more point.
At the next session, he immediately returned to normal, apologized for taking advantage of me, and said he hoped I wouldn’t be upset.
I thought he was making fun of me.
– It didn’t bother me at all, Patti. I really enjoyed this, you can do this anytime you want.
Patti thought it over and told me she just couldn’t, it was against the law and her principles as a “professional”. After that, her sessions were even more conservative than normal.
– What the hell? I have wondered.
She once had my cock in her hands, eyes shining, she damn near orgasmed from my massage, and now she’s turning into a nun with me?
I was a little surprised by this, but after about ten more sessions and her still refusing to touch me in an intimate way, I got the hang of it and switched to another therapist.
I’m a man who thinks he understands women, but I realize I probably never will.
Oh good. But Patti gave me an idea. Since I liked messing with women, why not become a massage therapist myself?
I saw one of those ads on TV for some local classes, thinking I could take a few lessons, open a salon, and have half-naked women on the table to my heart’s content.
– 14,000.00 lei for the program and that includes all the way to the licensing process, the clerk who answered the phone told me.
What the? Fourteen grand to be taught how to rub someone’s ass? Have they lost their minds?
Fuck that.
I went and bought a table, found a place that sold almond oil. Then I bought some sheets, sewed them myself because I didn’t want my wife to know what I was doing.
I know, I didn’t mention the wife, her name is Karen. She is a chubby redhead and has absolutely no sense of humor when it comes to me messing with other women.
Well I don’t think so anyway, I never told her anything and she never caught me either.
But my job takes me all over the place and at odd hours, so she’s used to me being gone for hours at a time.
Our sex life is OK, Karen never says no, but many times I can tell she doesn’t like it. Sex as a duty isn’t much fun. I get her to spank me now and then, she’s actually pretty good at it. I can even make her go braless sometimes, that’s fun. I love the clingy tops that let Karen’s big tits roll back and forth as she walks, that’s fun and seems to get her moving. When we get home after a night like this, she usually climbs on top of me.
Still, it’s not as much fun as the first time with someone who says they won’t and never will, but then they do.
Yes I know. I’m a pervert, a bastard. So what? No harm done, and besides, getting hit on isn’t sex anyway. Then, since women are so easy to manipulate, to keep under control, I was pretty sure that Karen would never catch on to any of my…activities.
Anyway, I posted some ads, explaining that I was partially retired from the “masseur job” but didn’t want to get out of hand. So we didn’t charge a fee, and that got around the law nicely. To make the ad ring true, I mentioned that I only had time for one client each week.
150 phone calls later I changed the ad to “Mrs or ladies in couple scenario only”. That cut the number of calls from guys wanting ME to rub them by about half.
Men! They’re all a bunch of bastards. I was never going to rub a lunatic’s cock, dammit, I didn’t even like having to rub mine.
I was about to give up, go back to hunting for a new masseuse, when the messaging system I purchased to keep Karen from finding out said I had two messages.
One was another guy looking for a handjob, I deleted it. Next up was a muffled female voice asking me about my work and style and she left a number so I called her back.
– Hi! I was interested in your services, she said.
The voice sounded slightly familiar.
After a short conversation, she booked for the same evening. The rest of the day I did handsprings, I was going to have a female, on the table, empty!
I even rubbed it to release the tension, I didn’t want to greet anyone with my penis right outside the gate. Besides, I had absolutely no plans to put the hose on anyone, I was sure to catch something I couldn’t pronounce. All I wanted was to rub a beautiful woman’s body, look at some bare tits and pussy.
Just fun, no sex. The President of America said so.
Oh sure, maybe I could use a condom, but for some reason, whenever I try to put one of those things on my penis, it squirms and stays that way. The only time I managed to get a condom on, I then had to fish the thing out. Have you ever tried to get one of those things out of there after packing it nicely into place and then sliding it really tight?
Not fun at all. Well, it was a little fun, but still.
I was wondering what my first client would be like, would she want to be naked or under the sheets? Could I massage her breasts, maybe even do a little foreplay? All of this was going through my mind as I loaded my table into the unit I had rented.
I did this so Karen wouldn’t find out, after all, did I mention she’s a redhead?
With a temperament to match?
I drove to the address the woman had given me. When I opened the back hatch, I thought I hadn’t asked for his name. That was smart of me, but what the hell.
I rang the doorbell, I heard some sounds from inside. The door opened and there was….Patti.
– Danny? What are you doing here?
– I… uhh… I… got the message… about… massage?
Oh shit! I was just thinking of taking it for a run.
– I didn’t know you do massages, it’s funny! Well, come in!
She stepped aside to let me in.
I dragged my table inside, looked around. I had always seen Patti at her office downtown, it was upstairs above a hair salon. I used to joke with her about “running the gauntlet” of old ladies with their heads stuffed in hair dryers. No doubt they were always giving me nasty looks, sometimes with hate knowing I was going upstairs to get a massage.
I knew what was on their minds, they were a bunch of old fools who thought something was bound to happen up there.
– You can sit here in the living room if you want. That’s interesting, you should have told me you were working too, we could have… maybe trade? she said with a sweet smile.
I started to open the table, managing to get one of the cables under the leg of the table when I opened it. It took me a few tries to finally install it, Patti watched me amused.
– I haven’t seen you in a while, she said.
I knew that was a question.
– I’ve been busy, I have a lot of clients, I answered, lying through my teeth.
– I understand. Did you mention you just want to stay in practice?
– Uhh…yeah, my regular job keeps me pretty busy, but I like giving massages so I thought…
– That’s very nice of you, I know what you mean. A massage is a wonderful thing to do for someone, she smiled at me sweetly.
I smiled, it was going quite well, I saw that he didn’t suspect anything.
As I said, women are easy to manipulate.
– Well, I’ll go get ready. He went into the other room, leaving me to try to figure out how to set the table. Fuck the sheets, I put one end in and the other end comes out. I finally got the bottom sheet on after several tries, then laid out the top sheet, folding it carefully. I placed my small pillow at the head of the table, it looks nice and professional.
I was proud of myself.
Patti came back with a huge white towel wrapped around her, she was barefoot. I figured he was naked underneath, or at most in his underwear.
– I’ll go in and wash up while you get on the table.
I headed for what I knew was the bathroom. I thought I’d give her some privacy, act like a pro.
– Good.
He looked at me strangely, then chuckled.
In the bathroom, I washed my hands a bunch of times, running hot water to warm them. I was trying to visualize what I was going to do next. I knew that Patti almost always started at my feet or soles, so I thought I’d break the ice by doing that.
I was pretty sure there wouldn’t be any slippers anyway, so I resigned myself to being as conservative as possible. After all, Patti was a professional massage therapist and I was a… well, I really wasn’t sure what to do other than try to do what was usually done to me.
Taking a deep breath, I called out to see if she was ready.
– Yes, I am, answered her quiet voice.
Patti was lying face down under the sheet, the giant towel was spread over her. I took some of my oil and spread it on my hands and then started on her legs. I worked her legs for a long time, she seemed to like it. I actually extended each toe and worked between them, as I had seen other therapists do.
– Wow, your hands really feel good! she began to purr.
That boosted my confidence a bit, so I folded the edge of the sheet and started caressing her calves. Her feet felt small under my hands, I was used to my wife Karen’s feet which were slightly twice the size. I also spent a lot of time on her calves, turning the sheet up a few more inches. I used light pressure, doing one leg first, then the other, then going back and repeating each movement.
I finally decided to go higher, so I folded the sheet over her thighs, leaving the bottom edge low enough that her back was completely covered.
She didn’t say anything so I started rubbing the back of her thighs. She did a small roll of her hips and opened her legs a few inches to allow me to reach her inner thighs. I carefully stopped on each foot halfway through.
I repeated those movements several times and was about to move behind her.
– You can go higher, Danny. I’m used to massage and I’m not really shy.
God! Was it a hint, a green light? I wasn’t 100% sure, but I let my hands go higher until there were only a few inches between my fingertips and her pussy. Patti let out a quiet sigh when I did this, which encouraged me even more. By now I knew for sure that she had no panties on.
Patti shifted slightly, then her right arm came back and rubbed her hip.
– My back is a little stiff, I need to move, she said.
– OK, let’s move on, I answered.
He raised his right knee until it was at a right angle. The sheet fell down and covered her from my view, but now she was lying there on her stomach…with her legs spread!
My penis started to move with a mind of its own. I had a mad urge to lean over and take a look, but I didn’t want to be obvious.
I wasn’t sure what to do, but I had to do something. I stood up on the side of the table, reached down and folded the sheet from my back over her, exposing her left buttock.
I knew about the sciatic response, so I opened my hands and, holding them, stroked back and forth over her belly closest to me.
“Oh, that feels so good, so many therapists just won’t work on the glutes,” she said with a sigh.
– It doesn’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you either, I answered.
I moved to the other side, then hesitated. Should I just fold the sheet? That would leave her all…empty? Her right leg was still bent outward. I just wasn’t sure what to do.
– That’s the part… my hip hurts, right above my hip. Can you maybe fix this for me? she encouraged me.
GOOD. I folded the sheet up, revealing it completely. There was no protest, so I began to rub my hands back and forth on her back, just above her hip. Her right leg was still bent at the knee, but I was standing above that point. I knew her pussy would be wide open if I was at the foot of the table, but I couldn’t see her well from where I was sitting. I started working her legs with both hands, up and down her thigh. I was trying to stop short and not touch her, but I felt pubic hair under my fingertips a few times.
My hands started to dry, I looked and realized that my bottle of oil was at the foot of the table. If I stepped in there and looked, it would be wide open.
What would she think?
– I need more oil on my hands, I said, thinking he would close his legs. I still wasn’t completely sure of myself.
“Yeah, your fingers don’t slide enough,” Patti replied, then turned her head and put both hands under her bottom.
I went and got my oil, she didn’t move. I took a long look at her as I stepped back, she had a full bush. The lips of her vagina were shiny and wet looking. There was a small sphere of moisture, I could see that clearly.
I immediately went back to work on her hip and thighs, but this time I stayed right at the end of her knee. I was delighted to see my hands go up her thighs, then as I pressed my fingers and pulled them down, her pussy opened, I saw her big clit come out from under the hood and then slide back. I repeated that motion so many times that she finally moved her leg back down, so I pulled the sheet down, exposing her back.
I spent another good amount of time working on her back and shoulders, I was starting to think I might be pretty good at it as she kept letting out moans and sobs.
Finally it was time for the return, I lifted the sheet slightly so that Patti could return. I put the pillow on the back of his head, he lay back and closed his eyes.
I worked on her shoulders for a while, then both arms. I even did each finger individually.
– Are you… ashamed of your breasts? I asked.
– Oh no. Certainly not!
She reached over and pulled the sheet up to her waist.
Her breasts were small but well defined. Her nipples were very dark and held up in small buttons. I started caressing her upper body, letting my hands go around in circles. I raised my palm each time they passed, avoiding her nipples.
“I like more pressure than that,” she said.
I increased the pressure, she asked for more until finally I squeezed her firmly. Then I took a chance and pinched each nipple between my thumb and forefinger and rolled them. Her back arched slightly and she let out a moan.
– My nipples are very sensitive, I’m glad you don’t mind touching them, she murmured.
– To disturb me?
It was now obvious that she was going to let me do whatever I wanted with her breasts, so I did this over and over, getting a stronger reaction each time.
I finally stopped, realizing that I was playing rather than giving a massage. Her eyes opened, she looked at me and grinned.
– You’re really quite good! she said.
– Thank you. I just… well, I wasn’t sure how far I could go since you said….
– Oh, you mean at my salon? I can’t do that down there, that’s my job.
– Oh, I understand, I told him. I really didn’t, though.
– That is work, for payment. I don’t pay so…
She smiled again, letting it hang in the air.
GOOD. I understand.
I drew clockwise circles around her abdomen, pushing the sheet lower with each circle until my fingers passed through the tip of her pubic hair. I left the sheet there, moved to her feet and started again. As my hands moved up her thighs, her legs parted. I let my hands go up, this time I didn’t stop and let my fingers tickle her pussy lips. She sighed and opened her legs wider.
I took the sheet off her, put it aside as she looked at me, her eyes were burning.
I reached between her legs and began to stroke her, letting my fingers stroke her clit upwards each time. Then I went down between her legs, opened them and lifted her knees higher. I reached out and ran my thumbs up and over her, alternating each time, up the length of her slit.
Her lips were swollen, fat and oozing. Her body shuddered and she let out a small cry, her hips bucking. I know she had at least three serious orgasms.
Finally, her body tensed, held there for a long moment, then collapsed.
– God, that was a serious 15 second orgasm! she smiled at me.
I was completely proud of myself. After a few minutes, Patti stood up. Then it slid off the table, still empty. She was definitely not shy at all.
– Go up, she smiled.
– Shall I go up? I looked at her.
– Yes, it’s your turn, she said with a grin.
Pale.
I got on the table, Patti rubbed me quickly, then grabbed me and rubbed my flesh furiously. It was amazing to get a handjob from a fully naked woman. My wife Karen has done it many times, of course, but this was different.
– I bet you’ll come to see me again, won’t you? she smiled later after we got dressed.
– You can count on that, I told him.
Then I packed up my gear, went down to the warehouse yard to drop off my gear, then went home.
– Hello, dear, where have you been? Karen asked me as I walked in the door.
– Oh, down at the bar, I drank, played poker and tried to hook some prostitutes, I told him jokingly.
– Oh, good. Well, dinner is ready.
He returned to the dining room, laughing at me.
I actually made it through dinner before I grabbed her and laid her on the living room floor. Karen’s big hips hit me furiously, she seemed to be more aroused than normal. I certainly was, even though I had been squeezed a few hours earlier, I still managed to keep my mind off Patti by letting myself play with her body.
Later, we lay there on the couch in each other’s arms, just enjoying the pleasure of holding each other.
I felt a little guilty, but only for a moment. What Karen didn’t know wasn’t going to hurt her anyway. Then he stood up, reached out and lazily stroked my soft cock.
– So, Danny. what is this smell Karen asked.
– Smell? what smell I sniffed.
– Some kind of lotion or something?
– Oh, that. My hemorrhoids started bothering me a bit, I lied.
– It’s funny, it smells exactly like the almond oil my spa massage therapist uses.
– Massage therapist? What massage therapist? I asked.
– Oh, didn’t I tell you? The spa has a special activity, a combination of sauna and massage for fifty lei. That’s a pretty good deal, she smiled at me.
I blinked a few times, just looking at her in surprise.
“I’ve taken advantage of that a few times now,” Karen said standing up.
– Oh. who do you see
– Her name is Patti. It also has an office downtown. I drove by there a few weeks ago.
Karen looked directly at me. I managed to keep a straight face.
– Either I see her… or Carl, she smiled at me.
– Carl? Who is…Carl? I asked.
Karen just smiled and headed to the completely empty bathroom. I watched as she jerked her bottom as she walked.
– Who is Carl? I asked again.
– Just one of the therapists, but he’s kind of cute.
He turned and smiled at me, then went inside and closed the door.
I will never understand women and I had a strange feeling.
