Her husband requested a massage for her, not unheard of, but different. He completed the intake forms and insurance and paid in advance for a two hour session. Normaly my spider senses would be screaming right now, but I had bills to pay and I was trying to save my home. I worked out hard at the gym, showered, shaved, dressed nicely, for a therapist. I pulled the BMW to the rear entrance as directed, the landscaping close to a Tim Burton movie, beautiful and strange. I am compulsively punctual, and made damn sure to knock the moment the clock struck 2PM. Everything was perfect. I selected a strong, light massage table for this session, some clients are larger and a squeaky massage table is unacceptable.
The door swung open and a handsome, younger, European corporate type shook my hand firmly and ushered me inside. "Madame is waiting, please use the guest room to your left and follow the directions completely.
I smiled and let myself through the heavy, ornately carved doors, walking into a vastly different world! This client had money, and decorated tastefully, not garishly or over the top. Some clients seemed desperate to look wealthy and it showed. I wandered into the large restroom with laminated instructions about which products to use in the shower, the client apparently had a sensitivity to scented products. Understandable.I showered again, respecting her wishes. It felt odd to use obviously expensive yet unscented products.
Whatever makes her happy, I smiled into the mirror, proud of my abs and chest.
Toweling off with heated flufy towels made me smile, so nice! I put all of my items in a guest bag and slid into a luxurious ivory bathrobe, aparently made for someone less tall. The hem barely covered my ass. I left the room and walked past an atrium with orchids blooming, soft music, this house seemed to go on forever. At last I found Lady Kira already on a massage table, draped in a sheet and face up, sunlight streaming in from the skylight. I knew from her companions' message that she had her own preferred oil blend and massage products. I slid a bottle into my bathrobe pocket and introduced myself. She stopped me mid sentence, obviously used to getting exactly what she liked.
I still have no idea how old she was, most plastic surgery leaves scars and telltale signs, she had none. I started with her face, at the head of the table, her firm breasts and pink nipples showing through the soft sheet.
Her eyes slowly fluttered closed, I breathed deeply, hoping to sooth and guide her to relaxation. I checked in to verify pressure and she smiled, so I continued, watching her face for any discomfort. I moved slowly to her left side, loving the sun warmed tiles under my bare feet. Working gently under her shoulder, i dug into her tense nuscles, feeling them release as she slid deeper. I thought I saw her thighs slide just slightly more open. Nice.
I worked her pectorals, and around her heart, smiling as her head moved freely, a good sign.
I worked her shoulders and arms, giving complete attention to every inch of her body.
A hand grazed my butt just below the robe, as if she were testing produce at a farmers market. I glanced into those strong green eyes
And she squeezed more firmly. " you may continue" I had been touched by clients, but never quite in this way. I fanned my fingers, working around her pelvis, a move I spent many hours perfecting. Tucking the sheet
Under her leg for modesty, I began deeper pressure on her strong legs. Her nails slid up my thighs from behind, encircling my balls and squeazing them as I moaned softly, focusing on giving her the best massage I could. I followed my hands down what must have been 38 inch legs, exposing her foot, I dug into each pressure point,watching her chin lift slightly. I worked each piggy, adding a touch of oil to them. She pointed her toes and lifted them, sliding them between my startled lips as if it were quite normal.
I complied and licked and sucked each digit, bringing a sexy look into her eyes.
Ii paused and dried her foot against my bathrobe, enjoying this very different encounter. Drifting back to her left shoulder, I knew I was being explored, tested for responses. I warmed this exquisite oil and worked her left shoulder, loving her musculature and form. Sliding my hand under the sheet, I perfectly mirrored the other side, releasing tension around her sternum, and the tissue surrounding her breast.
As i moved further down the table, she caught my chin in her hand and guided my face over her breast as her other hand slid the sheet lower, and I suckled and kissed joyously. This was very off character for me, I prefer to avoid lawsuits for inapropriate touching, yet, forcing my mouth over her nipple was implied consent, wasn't it?
With both hands, she guided me slowly over her stomach and I kissed and licked quite joyously.
I could smell her heat growing, her juices preparing her for lovemaking. She directed my face lower over her smooth mons and pronounced lips, glistening in the afternoon sun. Such beauty!
"Lay back" she purred, and I complied, my body on the lower half of the table. She quickly spun around, pinning my shoulders and face down with her knees and very wet pussy. I grinned, loving the sounds of her pleasure as she rode my lips and tongue with authority. Lifting my chin, I drank ravenously from her and she happily fed me. Her orgasm was a long, slow moving dance through an exotic garden. When she finally collapsed, she stretched and sat upright, her beauty stunning me. " Go and shower and James will bring your car around in a moment. I had him shedule every Tuesday for two months."
Running with it, I smiled "yes ma'am" and enjoyed my fourth shower today, my cock pulsating, my stomach growling in hunger, yet my bank acount was less empty that it had been in months, and maYbe two months could be extended if i played nicely, who knows?
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That was an interesting story. Very plausible!
Very kind, thank you
Wow, such a well written story, More please
very kind of you, I am oddly locked out of the story, some glitch
Not only a great story but also well written... I was able to place myself in this scene with your descriptive and eloquent choice of words... haven’t read anything like that since “back in the day” when I read penthouse letters as a teen.👌⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️
wow, I am flattered, huge, kind compliment.
I hoped as I remembered details, that others could feel some of what I experienced.
Looking forward to next Tuesday mmm
thank you so much