Rub down
It was 4:00pm, almost quitting time at the massage
therapy center. I was getting pretty sick of the vanilla
scented pot pourri of the day wafting around the building.
My last client was about as pleasant as a worn out pair of
work boots. She certainly didn't seem interested
in my ministrations and I got the impression she was peeved
that she'd had a guy assigned to her. A Christmas gift
certificate gone sour, I'm sure. She didn't
seem like the type that anyone could have pleased anyway.
But she did seem more relaxed on her way out and didn't
say a word. Some say if you can't say something nice
about someone, don't say anything at all. She was
clearly the opposite so I decidedly took this silence as
high praise.
One more client, then I was out the door. My hands
were starting to ache a bit from the work, but I shook it off
to give one more quality rub down. A woman entered my center.
I gave her my practiced, customer-friendly, non-threatening,
I'm-not-actually-a-guy-I'm-just-a-professional-massage-machine
look because some women often felt uncomfortable with
a man tending them.
I had to look away, my breathe caught in my throat,
but my mind had taken a mental picture of her of her anyway
which I analyzed in detail. She was drop dead friggen gorgeous.
She was wearing the short company logo robe, most women
opted for the long. She had the most unreal shapely legs.
Very hot. A small amount of cleavage visible revealed
the perfect handful of breasts. Not too big, just the perfect
size to fill out that oh-so-fine figure.
Busying myself with the prep work, I had turned around
conveniently so that she could get situated on the table.
I'm glad my supplies were against the wall, frankly.
I don't think I would've been able to stop myself
from leering if I'd been turned towards her. What
the hell was wrong with me? I was a pro. I do this for a living.
Professional, clinical detachment was the name of the
game. I learned it early and it served me well. She was
face down on the table now, comfortably waiting. As I was
preparing, I knew I could get away with stealing a look without
getting caught. I used it to inspect those legs a little
closer. They were so perfect. Cute feet, soft calves,
delicious thighs, ankle bracelet.
I realized I was rubbing the oil on my hands too damn
long so I had to apply a little more. Her robe was gone so
she was on the table with just the big towel around her. I
started from her neck and was engaging in a little small
talk using my friendly, professionally detached patter
I'd practiced time and again. But inside, I couldn't
wait to go further. I wanted to savor this session. I took
my time on her neck and shoulders. It was always good to
relieve a some amount of tension there early in a session.
It made the moment of lowering the towel more relaxed for
some. When I was ready to move on, I wordlessly pulled the
towel down to her waist. I reapplied some oil and went to
work. Her skin was just fantastic. She obviously took
care of it and showed. Even her back was sexy for goodness
sakes. I couldn't help but stare at the side swell
of her breasts pressing against the table. Oh no. That's
when I felt the tingle in my nether region that I knew meant
trouble.
I kept up my massage of her back, spending time in
all the tension spots. I didn't rush it, even though
I was picturing myself lowering that towel even further
the whole time. I finally got to the magic moment and relished
in it fully. I lowered the towel a bit more. In a greedy,
excited, indulgence, I lowered it enough to expose about
an inch of her butt. I worked down the small of her back and
started working just a little lower, still staying within
my normal routine, but utterly conscious of that fact that
I was touching her gorgeous sweet round ass, even if it was
just the very top. I closed my eyes, I bit my lip, I needed
to get my libido back under control. This was getting ridiculous.
My mind was suddenly a satellite receiver for the all adult
porn channels. I kept trying to push these nasty thoughts
out of my head, but it was futile. Mercifully, my mind suddenly
snapped back to reality due to a sound. What was that sound?
It was a moan. An oh-that-feels-niiiiiiiice kind of
"mmmmmmmmmm" from her. I opened my eyes and
I realized in my porn-induced state my hands had moved all
the way onto her ass right under the towel!
I yanked my hands off of her and apologized, "oh
no, I'm terribly sorry, I wasn't paying attention, "
I stammered. She didn't even move her head, she just
said, "aww, that's not part of the service?"
My head sort of did a double-take on that comment. She
wasn't pissed? This couldn't be happening.
Pinch my own ass, I must be dreaming. My flustered mind
couldn't think of anything particularly clever to
say, so I offered "Well, customer satisfaction is
our guarantee." Even though with childish greed
I wanted to plant my hands on that oh-so-soft ass again,
I decided to work my way up from her feet now. I had finished
both feet and started working her calves when I finally
dared another glimpse at her ass. The towel had ridden
up just a bit and I could see underneath a bit, right to a clearly
manicured tuft of fur. No underwear at all. I was so consumed,
it hadn't dawned on me when I found my hands on her ass.
Another glimmer of mental presence told me another thing.
The towel had been further down, I had even pushed it down
there myself. She had raised the towel a bit herself, unnoticed,
while I was tending her feet. My heart palpitated heavily
for a moment. Now my pants were hiding a clear and present
danger, a growing bulge, threatening to be noticed.
Feeling braver, or simply more stupid with the lessening
flow of blood to my brain, I worked my way up from her calves,
to the back of her thighs. Her skin was so soft, it was exhilarating.
I moved my hands up to about mid-thigh, and then moved them
sideways to her outer thigh. As I massaged, I reached my
hands all the way under so that my hands were between the
front of her thigh and the table and I went just far enough
to touch the very beginning of her inner thigh from the front.
No resistance from her. I think she actually slightly,
almost imperceptibly, parted her legs just a bit more.
My pants tightened a bit more.
I worked my way back, returning to the back of her
thighs and then started moving upward again. This time,
I finally allowed the greed to manifest and kept going all
the way up to her ass, pulling the towel upwards with my massaging
strokes. Another closed-mouth moan from her. I lingered,
relishing the sweetness of her soft ass. I kneaded her
cheeks with a little more pressure, giving her gluts a good
treatment. The remaining blood vanished from my brain.
My bloodless brain couldn't stop me from thinking
a reach under was a good idea. I slid one hand up, so that
my fingers were in a V shape, and caressed her pubic bone
area, fur and all. She sighed with pleasure and said, "Does
that mean it's time to roll over and do the front?"
I blinked, almost moved to tears. My head reflexively
scanned the room, looking for the location of the hidden
camera that could be the only explanation for this circumstance.
There was nothing. I told her finally, "Please,
go ahead and get comfortable."
She rolled over, smiling, with her eyes closed.
As she rolled, the towel that had still been draped over
her fell completely off. She laid there without a stich
of clothing on and I was getting drunk from the site of her
beautiful flesh. Her pubic hair was a perfectly manicured
little V, her breasts were a nice and natural B or C cup.
With tremendous effort, I forced myself to continue
savoring this moment, this private fantasy that I had long
ago erased with my indoctrination to professional detachment.
Keeping the supply of massage oil fresh, I started back
up at her shoulders. But my fingers are long and I allowed
my thumbs to reach down and non-chalantly massage the beginnings
of her breasts while I massaged her shoulders. Her smile
had settled into a sexy grin and it remained unchanged.
Emboldened, I finally reached down with my oil covered
hands and crossed the line. Well, I had already crossed
the line, but now the line was a distant, forgotten memory.
I rubbed the oil into her beautiful, natural, breasts.
Like real breasts, lying down, they swayed outward and
downward. They were fantastic. I sort of picked them
up in both hands and continued to massage them slowly and
thoroughly. They're softness was turning me on so
much. I gently lingered on her nipples. Her sexy grin
remained unchanged, but she did give a little squirm. After
a good bit of quality time on her breasts, I decided it was
time to move on towards more important things.
More fresh oil, I very slowly worked my way downward,
gently massaging her belly. I tried to recall the last
time I'd massaged a belly and couldn't. So I just
tried to use my fingers to discover muscles for my almost
trembling fingers to massage on my way to the prize.
I decided to tease a bit. Once I got as low as her belly
button, I sort of gripped her hips with my oiled hands and
slowly slid them down. With my thumbs turned inward, I
allowed them to run deeply through her gorgeous girl fur,
feeling the wonderful soft flesh beneath. But I kept going,
down down down, until I reached all the way to her toes. I
started back up her legs. This time, as I passed her knee,
she, ever so slightly, started to thrust her hips up in the
air. The sexy grin was fading, her mouth was slightly open,
and suddenly she took a very deep breathe, exhaling forcefully.
I slowly continued up, going slower the closer I got to
her pussy.
She parted her knees more and all was revealed to
me. My fingers were in her fur again and I just couldn't
take it anymore. I cupped her pussy with my hand and with
my middle finger running right down her delicious slit,
but not parting it. Not yet. Curving my finger, I made
the pressure I was putting down there as equal as possible
and I moved my hand in a motion of ever-so-small circles.
She thrust her hips a bit further up. I relaxed the pressure
a bit, but started moving my hands a bit faster. A gentle
flutter, almost. I allowed my finger to twist a bit, just
enough to part her pussy lips and made direct contact, giving
her what she wanted. Finding the correct spot was quite
easy now. I lightened up so that I was putting almost no
pressure on it, but kept my fingers moving in the circular
motion. Mouth now fully agape, her breathe came harder,
her face reddened a bit. I occasionally stopped for a second,
cupped her pussy again, with two fingers on either side
of clit, I gave it a gentle little squeeze, almost in an upward
pulling motion a few times, earning some deep moans in the
process.
She couldn't concentrate and some of her muscles
where trembling, but she continued to press herself into
my busy hand. I kept my hands moving quickly, but I was just
barely touching her spot. Suddenly she pleaded, begged, "Please,
harder, press down, please please please..." I
did the cupping thing a couple more times and she moaned
again and I went back to the circular motion, increasing
pressure ever so slightly over the course of a couple more
minutes. She was struggling to press against my hand until
I finally I could feel her muscles start to flex around her
pussy. I stuck my middle finger in as deep as I could, reaching
upward for the little almond as I dove down on her with my
tongue and started attacking her clit, putting as much
pressure on it as my tongue could manage.
I could tell when the orgasm hit, she took in her breath
sharply and reached up with my other hand and I gently covered
her mouth to help stifle her scream. I kept my finger inside
her and my tongue working as I tasted her juices flowing
freely. I could feel her muscles clenching and unclenching.
She orgasmed for a long time. She finally dropped her
ass to the table and layed there, utterly spent. Her eyes
still closed. She tried to speak. Her voice sounded like
she was stone drunk. "Ffffuuuuul serrrrrvice..."
she said, too tired to even grin anymore.
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