This story is based upon experiences that some people have had, I hope you enjoy. I apologize in advance if there’s not much action in the beginning.
Soon after completing massage school, I found myself working at a local spa giving massages. After my third week of working Monday late nights, my last hour of the night was booked with a beautiful woman, we’ll call her Steffani. Looking at her chart, she was in her 40’s, she was very petite, 5’4" and 98 pounds. As I greeted her at the front, we shook hands, and she followed me to one of the massage rooms. Her hair was blond, and a pair of breasts I’m guessing were probably 34b’s, and she smelled amazing.
Once inside, I asked what type of massage she was looking for. Steffani replied that she was just looking to relax, something to help her sl**p, as her insomnia was wreaking havoc on her morning commute. Fortunately for me, I had been told in the previous weeks from my clients that I gave a pretty relaxing massage. She asked what she should leave on for the massage, and I told her that she can wear as much or as little as she wanted, but the less clothing there is, the more skin we can cover. She nodded, and I stepped out of the room so she could get ready for the massage.
After a couple minutes, I knocked on the door and entered. She was lying face up, underneath the sheet and blanket and asked if I could dim the lights. I kept turning the switch down until there was barely a flicker of light until she said that was perfect. I could barely see anything but managed to find my way around the room, found my chair, and began to massage her head. I ran my fingers over her scalp, above and behind her ears, gently working out the tight spots. She breathed a few deep breaths, and began to relax a little more into the table. I continued the massage, working her chest, arms, and then to her feet, but the room was so dark, I kept fumbling around. I was still new to giving massages, so I couldn’t tell if she was doing ok with what I was doing as she was very quiet. I asked how she was enjoying herself, and she apologized for being so non-responsive, but this was her first time being able to relax in quite a while. Whew! I didn’t want to disappoint.
Finished with the front, I had her flip over and continued the massage. I turned up the light so I could see what I was doing. She had left her underwear on, typical Victoria’s secret stuff, but it barely covered her cheeks. I massaged what I could, then massaged her hamstrings, down her calves and finished each leg with a long stroke beginning at the ankle, going over her calves, behind the knee and up to her underwear. I finished with her upper back, my hands slipped up and down her oiled back trying to replicate the long strokes I ended with before. As the end of the hour approached, I thanked her and left the room to wash up. A few minutes went by and there were no sounds coming from the room. I patiently waited for a couple more minutes, and knocked on the door. I could hear her say "Shit! I fell asl**p, be right out." She opened the door, and ran her fingers like a comb through her hair commenting bed head before bed, that was a new one. We laughed and said she was headed straight to bed as soon as she got home. She thanked me and it was about 3 weeks til I saw her again.
I continued to work on Steffani for several more months, usually every other week. All of the sessions were very similar, I’d massage her upper body, head, arms, upper chest and legs and feet, however we talked a little more each time. I found out she was a divorced mother who’s daughter just started college. The more I massaged her, the more comfortable I got working on her which meant a lot less fumbling around. Towards the end of the massage, she asked if I made any house calls and explained that she had to change a few things in her schedule and needed to have her massage on Saturday nights instead of Monday’s. The spa closed early on the weekends and there was no way our 9pm’s were going to work. I was about to tell her that I couldn’t work on her outside the spa, but then recalled that she was a pretty big tipper, she was hot, divorced, and she showed no signs of being a creepy client. What the hell, I thought it’s probably safer as she’s been nearly asl**p at the end of every session and 30 minutes is a long time to stay awake while driving. She said that she would pay me $70 plus tip for the house call, she then asked for my phone # and said I’d put it on a card for her.
A few weeks went by, and I hadn’t seen Steffani at the spa, nor had she called. During this break, I picked up some super soft sheets, a blanket, and some fleece. A few more weeks went by and I was about to think she wasn’t going to call when she did. Stef told me that she’d been on business trips out of state but was looking forward to another relaxing massage as she hadn’t had a decent massage nor good nights rest since the last time I worked on her. She gave me her address, and we set up a time for this coming Saturday night at 9.
The days passed slowly and Saturday night was finally here. She opened the door wearing a yoga outfit, and she still smelled amazing. Looking around her place, I decided the best place to set up would be in front of the fire place. There was a digital clock so I could keep an eye on the time, and she had a stereo system that I could plug my ipod into. Once the table was set up she dimmed the lights, and I went to the kitchen to wash my hands. Lathering up, I caught a glimpse of her undressing in the window reflection. I caught a little bit of her side boob before she disappeared from sight under the sheet and blanket.
I felt pretty comfortable here, her place was nice, well kept. I queued up some music and started working on her head, and neck, and her upper chest. During our conversation, she mentioned that her abdominal region was cramping, so I asked her if I could massage her there. I told her that her breasts would be covered with a pillow case and she agreed. I told Stef that it had been months since school since I did a pillow case d****, after a little fumbling, she joked that I could turn up the light, but I almost had it. She moved her arms a little bit trying to help, but caused the pillowcase to fall and I caught another glimpse of her breasts. They were petite, with a tan line, aureola the size of a quarter, and an eraser sized nipple. This went unnoticed by her, as her eyes were closed.
I applied some oil to my hands and began circling her stomach slowly and gently. My fingers went deep enough to feel good, light enough to help her relax, and slow enough to allow me to relish that glimpse I saw of her breasts. Stef seemed to enjoy the work, and sighs of relief came from her mouth. After 10 minutes, I moved down her legs, also showing a nice tan. Stef’s business trip was luckily in the summer, and she had a bit of down time which she apparently spent by the pool.
Done with the front, she flipped over and I started again at her hips, and I could see was still wearing underwear again. I worked my way up and down her legs, ending each leg with a long stroke right at her panty line. She had a slight moan, and I said next time if she wanted, she could get the sensation from her ankles up to her shoulders if she didn’t wear her panties. Knowing the cause of her cramps, I knew that she was wearing panties due to her period. Stef thought for a second and said next time was a deal. We finished up, and I went to wash my hands in the kitchen again.
As she stood up, she was a little dazed, and I got to see a better glimpse in the window reflection. She closed her eyes and stretched her arms straight up revealing her breasts. She turned around bent over giving me a great view of her ass and found her clothes and dressed. I dried my hands on the towel by the fridge, and she called out she’ll be a second more, as her top was all twisted up. I joked and said "get a robe" A minute later, she said she was ready and I came around the corner, I saw her relaxing against the table slumped over. Obviously relaxed, she stretched again, her perky nipples poking against the shirt.
Instead of our usual hand shake, she gave me a very tired hug, pressing her chest into me. I gathered my things, and thanked me because she was ready to enjoy a good nights sl**p. I left with a lovely image of her breasts and a hint of her perfume on my shirt.
A week later, Stef called and was ready for another massage. Saturday night arrived and I was ready. I knocked on her door at 8:55, and she opened the door wearing her robe. We both laughed and I set up the table in front of the fireplace again. I went to the kitchen to wash my hands, hoping for another glimpse but she was already between the sheets.
The music was on, the lights were dimmed, and I started my usual routine. She asked if we could do her abs again, and I realized I didn’t have my pillow case with me. I said that I wouldn’t be able to d**** her chest because I forgot it at home. I knew that her house should contain a towel, a couple of wash cloths, even her robe which was a few feet away. She told me that it was dark enough, so I shouldn’t be able to see much. So I carefully slid the sheet down her stomach, just above where her pubic hair would be. I now had a great view of her chest, her nipples were no where near as hard as the last time I saw them in her yoga shirt. I oiled up my hands and slowly worked my way over her stomach, down from her ribcage, to just below her navel. Her breathing which was slow and steady, soon began to increase, standing atop her head, I let my hands glide down across her stomach towards the sheet.
She gasped slightly when my shirt grazed her nipple. I apologized, yet she never said anything, but her breathing continued to be a little heavy. I repositioned myself so that I was standing by her abdomen, and worked my hands starting at her hips, back and forth very slowly. Moving from side to side and working upwards, my fingers landed in the area just under breasts, slowly dragging a finger gently between her ribs. Wondering if she had planned this, or if she was just caught up in the moment, I ran my hands in between her breasts and asked if I could do the rest of her chest. To which she could barely whisper yes.
In no time, her chest was slippery, her nipples hardening, and breathing increased. Each breast rolled in my hand, and her nipples circled my palms. I couldn’t believe that I was getting paid to rub her tits. She sighed/gasped/moaned, very quietly, hinting at a little squeal of pleasure got my dick moving. I hadn’t planned on any of this, but was very happy that I got to not only see her breasts, but also got to touch them. I covered up her torso, and worked her legs. No underwear this time, so without asking, I slid the sheet off of her, and slowly dragged my finger nails around her feet around her ankle, up the calves back and forth through the quads just millimeters away from her pussy. I continued this motion from her feet to her neck, touching as much area as I could, yet straying away from a full on pussy grope. Her breathing kept increasing, chest heaving as I neared her nipples. She almost seemed relieved when I told her it was time to flip. I was hard as a rock at this time, but didn’t want to assume that she wanted anything other than a massage. Yes, she had been a little more flirty than before, who answers the door in a robe?
So I continued to massage her, just like before, with the exception of adding the entire body strokes at the end of each leg. My oiled hands slowly slithered up and down her backside, up and down her legs, touching as much of her naked body while trying not to cross the line from an R rated massage to an X rated one. I must have caressed her body for a good 20 minutes beyond our original one hour. Her body was shaking a little bit at the end. Neither of us spoke since I told her it was time to flip, and at the end, when she knew I was done, she asked in a raised voice "What the fuck!?!?".
End part 1, positive comments please 🙂