I was working out of a massage studio one night a few years back. It was one of those dark, sexy, discreet little places that offer “Therapeutic Massage” but I think most people knew what was really going on in there.
The bell on the door rang and I was working by myself, so I came out to the waiting room to find a sexy businessman in a suit and tie. He looked tired and sad.
“Hey Sweetie,” I said. “You looking for a massage tonight?” I told him my rates and my rules.
He agreed to everything, asked if he could shower after the massage, and I led him into the back room. I locked the front door and put up a sign that said I'd “be right back.”
When I returned to the room, he was undressed lying face up on the table with a towel placed over his groin. He obviously wanted to skip most of the massage and go straight to the happy ending.
That was fine with me but I sensed he needed more than that. I slipped out of my dress down to my lingerie and grabbed the massage oil.
“What's your name?” I asked him, as I started at his head massaging his scalp.
He groaned. “Oh yes, I like what you're doing with your nails,” he said. “My name is Russell. What's your name?”
“I'm Annie,” I replied. “Nice to meet you, Russell. You seem like you're carrying a heavy burden tonight. I hope this helps you.”
“It's already helping, thank you,” he assured me. “I had a long day at work and I just don't feel like going home. My wife thinks I'm cheating on her.”
“Oh, that is hard,” I said.
“The worst part is I'm not cheating on her. This is the first time I've even gotten a massage since I married her. She's been cold for months. I honestly think we're headed for a divorce. I love her but I just can't handle the suspicion anymore.”
“I feel your pain,” I said, as I moved my hands down his chest, playing gently with his nipples till they hardened. “I've been with controlling guys in the past. It's quite toxic.”
I squeezed his shoulders and started massaging his neck, then his chest again, letting my breasts rest on his face when I leaned forward. His cock started to harden under the towel.
“Could you take your bra off?” he asked. “I don't mind paying extra.”
I was about to oblige when I heard a knock on the front door. It sounded urgent. “Sorry, Sweetie, let me just tell that person to go away.” We both laughed.
I slipped my dress back on and went to the door. A woman was standing there, looking distraught. I thought maybe she needed help.
I opened the door slightly. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she said. “Um, could I just use your phone? My car broke down and my phone is dead.”
I don't know why I believed her but she looked too innocent to lie. I let her in and said, “Please hurry, I have a customer waiting.”
But she surprised me by walking right past me and into the back. “Russell? Where are you?” she called. “I know you're in here. I followed you from work.”
Uh oh! I thought...what the fuck now?!
She walked into the massage room where Russell was and I could hear his deep voice reacting in surprise, “Oh my God, Andrea! What are you doing here?”
As I followed her into the room, I saw he had jumped off the table, cock still standing, and was looking around for his clothes. He held the small towel ineffectively over his rapidly wilting erection.
“What am I doing here? What are YOU doing here?” Andrea shouted.
“Okay, everyone calm down,” I said. I handed Russell a robe and asked him to step out of the room for a moment.
They both looked at me like I was on glue.
“Seriously,” I said. “I think Andrea and I need to talk to each other woman to woman. I want to explain that nothing was going on in here that would upset her.”
Russell seemed to catch my drift. “It was just a massage, Andrea,” he said. “I had a hard day at work, and you never touch me anymore. I just needed to relax.”
“I'm supposed to believe that?” Andrea scoffed.
“Please, Russell,” I said. “Go into the clean up area back there,” I pointed. “Let me talk to Andrea for a few minutes.”
Russell finally nodded and left the room. Then Andrea turned to me. “I'm sorry,” she said. “I know this is your job and you don't need this drama. I just can't trust him and this really proves it.”
I invited Andrea to sit on the massage table beside me.
“Well, he has no reason to lie to me and he told me he's not cheating on you,” I said.
“He talked to you about me?” she asked. “But he was only here for a few minutes.”
“I have that effect on people,” I replied. “A lot of men who come in for my services talk to me about their problems. Men are most vulnerable when they are being touched.”
“Really?” Andrea said. “I am always wishing he would open up and be more vulnerable with me. But I didn't know that touching him might help.”
“Oh yes, it really does help,” I told her. “Russell seems like a great guy, Andrea. He wants to make it work with you but he's worried that you'll never trust him. He seems like he's giving up on your relationship. Is that what you want?”
Andrea started crying. “No,” she said. “That's not what I want. I want to make him happy. I don't know what's wrong with me. I mean, my last boyfriend cheated on me the whole time we were together and I didn't know until the end. He humiliated me and I guess I'm bringing my baggage into my marriage with Russell.”
“Well, it's good that you realize that,” I told her. Then I had an inspired idea. “You know, I also massage women. Would you be interested in a massage while you're here? I'll tell Russell to wait. What do you say?”
Andrea shrugged sheepishly. “Please?” I asked. “I would love to help you and massage can be very therapeutic, especially after an emotional night like this.”
To my surprise, Andrea agreed!
I asked her to undress while I told Russell what was going on.
I slipped into the cleanup area and saw Russell with his head in his hands. He was still naked under his robe because his clothes were still in the massage room.
“It's going to be okay,” I told him quietly. “She's calmed down. I'm going to give her a massage.”
Russell looked up at me in surprise. “Are you kidding?” he asked.
“No,” I smiled. “We had a heart to heart and I think she needs a massage more than you even.”
Russell agreed to wait. “Yes, for sure,” he said. “Whatever it costs. I'll pay for it.”
“Thank you,” I said. “I'll let you know when you can come in and make up with her.”
“Thank YOU,” Russell replied, shaking his head in wonder.
I went back to the room and told Andrea that Russell was fine waiting while she got her massage. I asked her to lie on the table facing down. Then I started to give her the most sensuous, teasing massage of her life.
I massaged her everywhere, coming close to her breasts, but not quite touching them; coming close to her beautiful pussy but not quite touching it. “You have a very beautiful body,” I told her.
“Thank you,” she mumbled. “I don't think I've ever been so relaxed...or so turned on,” she admitted, laughing nervously.
“I'm feeling pretty turned on myself,” I said, as my hand rubbed up her thigh stopping just short of her labia. I could feel her pubic hair touching my hand. “If you're comfortable with it, I could do some sexual touching too...I will stop if you tell me...immediately.”
I held my hand on her thigh, ready to take things to the next level with her permission.
Andrea seemed uncertain. “Um, okay,” she said. “I'll tell you if I want you to stop. I've, um, never been touched by a woman.”
“This is your lucky day,” I assured her. I continued to massage her back with one hand while I gently cupped her pussy. Then very slowly I rubbed her moist petals and slipped two fingers inside her.
Instinctively she rose to my touch, pushing my fingers deeper. Groaning with pleasure, she even shivered for a moment.
“Physical touch is so important,” I crooned to her, as I pushed my fingers in and out, rubbing her pussy lips just the way I like my own rubbed.
“You know,” I said. “If you turn over, I can do this even better.”
Andrea did as I asked, keeping her eyes closed. I saw that her breasts were responding to me too, so I spent a few minutes massaging them and gently pulling on each nipple before I continued to reach my fingers deep into her wetness, this time focusing on her g-spot.
Andrea was getting really worked up now. I was sure Russell could probably hear her moans. I leaned in close to her face and whispered, “You are so fucking sexy, Andrea.”
She opened her eyes, looked into mine and then she surprised me again. She leaned her face up and she kissed me right on the lips!
Well, it was on! I kissed her back passionately, and continued to stroke her g-spot. Her groans became even louder.
I pulled my fingers out and began to very softly rub her clitoris between two flattened fingers. I could tell she was close to orgasm and thought I might be able to coax it out of her.
I was right! She came right there on my table under my hand, her kisses on my lips. My pussy was engorged by now. I was horny as fuck!
Russell must have heard the commotion and walked in without us noticing, we were so caught up in our moment together.
When I looked up and saw him standing there with that shocked look on his face, I felt disappointed that my fun was about to end but happy that I could facilitate their sexual reunion.
“Come here, Russell,” I said. “Your wife would rather have your hands than mine on her, I'm sure.”
Andrea leaned up on her arm and looked at her husband. “Oh, Russell, I'm so sorry...for everything.”
Russell walked over and I stepped back to let them have some space. “I'm sorry too, Andrea. I want our marriage to work. I just need you to tell me how I can prove to you that you can trust me.”
“It's not you, Russell,” Andrea admitted. “It's my own baggage that I've been using against you.” She sat up and kissed her husband.
Fully aroused by seeing the two of us making out, Russell deepened the kiss and began to squeeze his wife's tits. She groaned, pushing herself towards him.”
“Um, I guess I'll just leave you two alone,” I said quietly as I made to leave the room. It looked like I would be masturbating in the clean up area by myself.
“No, wait,” Andrea said. “Please, come back. I don't want you to leave.”
I came back to stand in front of her. Russell was sitting on the massage table beside her now. I stood between her legs and kissed her again, as she reached behind me and unclasped my bra.
Caught in the moment, we made out passionately till Russell spoke. “You two are driving me crazy,” he said.
We broke apart and looked at Russell. He was stroking himself in ecstasy, his eyes heavy lidded and smoldering as he watched his wife get dirty with me.
“Trade places with me, Andrea,” I instructed, so she was standing between my legs and I was sitting on the massage table.
“Would you mind putting your fingers in me?” I asked her. I didn't want to push her into anything that would make her uncomfortable.
“Sure,” she said huskily as we pressed our breasts against each other and her hand cupped my cunt.
I looked over at Russell, who didn't seem to know what to do.
“Stand behind your wife and fuck her, Russell,” I told him. I returned to kissing Andrea as her fingers brought me closer and closer to orgasm.
Russell started to fuck his wife while she fingered me. He stared into my eyes over her shoulder, but whispered sweet words to his wife, like, “Oh Andrea, I've wanted to fuck you for so long. I love you so much, baby. I love you so much.”
Andrea groaned and rubbed me faster and it took very little for me to come right there in her hand.
After waves of pleasure glided over me, I began to return the favour. As her husband fucked her from behind, I rubbed her clit with one hand and her tits with the other and kissed her fervently.
As she got closer, it was Russell who couldn't contain himself anymore. He held onto her hips as his thrusts became more urgent. “I'm going to come,” he said, panting.
I could tell he was trying so hard to hold out. Thankfully, he didn't have to wait long. His words must have triggered Andrea's release.
“Me too,” she exclaimed. “I'm coming! I'm coming!”
Russell lunged into her with a thrust of all thrusts and they came together in my arms. It was one of the most intense experiences of my entire life!
(I often think of it when I'm touching myself!)
Afterwards, Russell and Andrea got dressed. They left laughing and hugging. I felt like I'd truly helped them. And I'd been paid and tipped very generously for my services.
Sometimes Andrea still comes to me for my special massages. And on Russell's birthday, we take our little party to a hotel room. But Russell never touches me. He only has hands for his wife.
I respect that. They are a really cute couple.
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