The Day I became a "Therapist".
My cousin Tony is a massage therapist. No, not a massage
parlor type, but a certified massage therapist with months
of training. He works at an exclusive day spa and does
5-6 therapeutic massages a day, mostly on womenrich women
who love to have themselves pampered by the staff. They
start with facials, then get unwanted hair removed, and
most always get the therapeutic massage with either Tony,
or the other massage therapist, a woman.
Tony has taught me the basics of massage therapy, and Ive
learned how to distinguish muscles tight from stress to
those that just need relaxed. Its been interesting and
Ive used this technique on my girlfriend with great sucess..and
it enhances our lovemaking.
The other day, Tony called me and he was upset. He had an appointment
in two days that he couldnt break, but he couldnt get off
work either. Actually, he didnt need the day off, just
an hour or so, but it was during the hour when one of the hardbodies
as he put it came in and demanded Tonys services. She was
wealthy, and was one of their best clients, and they werent
about to let him take time off.
I had an ideaa crazy one, but I had the sneaking suspicion
that this could work out well for me and get Tony out of a real
jam. I had to run to the uniform store and get the same type
outfit Tony wore every day. I couldnt use his, because
Tony is about 510 and stocky, while I am 61 and slender
and more trim.
The day came and Tony, almost sweating bullets, ran over
everything once more, and told me about Diana, his client.
She wanted the stress buster massage, back ONLY (she would
lie face down on the table with a towel over her firm derriere).
Some of the things Tony uses during his massages are different
scents; oils for massage, and some of the oils and candles
have scents that seem to be rather exotic and hypnotic.
Tony said that some of the scents could actually become
so overwhelming that a person who is unaware will readily
take positive suggestions.
That said, Tony took off and I, dressed to take over, walked
in to see Diana already stripped and laying face down on
the table with only a clean, white towel over her very tight
cheeks. I walked in, closed and locked the door, and lit
the candle and got out the scented oils. Aware of how Tony
started, I walked up behind Diana and carefully put my hands
on her shoulders and started to do an invigorating massage.
I ran my hands carefully down the sides of her back, and brought
them to the middle and up the center of her back to the outsides
and back again in a large circle. Id occasionally hit a
tender spot and hear a groan or moan, and a Oooohright
there! I put some oil on my hands and it not only reduced
the friction on the skin, but also had an alluring aroma
to it. I massaged her shoulderskeeping my hands near her
neck and throat so that shed inhale the aromatic scent.
After a few minutes I made a suggestion, a positive one.
Wouldnt you love me to massage your feet and legs now?
I asked. Diana agreed. As I massaged those firm calves,
and the tight thighs, I noticed I was becoming arousedso
much so that the bulge in my white pants was noticeable,
but Diana was still face down. Now, Tony had told me that
she NEVER allowed a massage therapist (male or female)
to touch her underneath that towel, nor touch her breasts,
which only the sides could be seen on the cloth covering
the table. I decided it was time to make my move. Opening
a special bottle of aromatic oil, I massaged her back and
after a few minutes, could see she was visibly affected,
to the point that she started to sigh repeatedly. This was
my clue, and I immediately acted on it.
I resumed the leg massage, and while working on the back
of the thigh, I asked, Youd really like me to remove this
towel for you, wouldnt you? She nodded in approval, and
I did just that deftly removing the towel and placing it
aside to reveal a tight derriere, and could only wonder
what she looked like on the other side. I massaged her rump,
and the legs, and as I got closer and more inside her thighs,
the oohs and aahs came more frequently. She was now
becoming aroused! More oil, more oohs and aahs and it was
time to make my big move. Knowing that she was in the perfect
mood, and would agree to a seemingly positive and innocent
suggestion, I said, You know, youd really love to turn
over and get a full front massage, wouldnt you Diana?
She nodded, and turned over, and I nearly came in my pants
right there. This lady was loadednot just monetarily,
but she was built like a brickyou know the rest. She had
a tiny waist, firm abs, and a set of knockers big enough to
choke a horse. And she had a pussy just waiting to be dined
upon. I started to massage her thighs, moved up to her waist,
and slowly, carefully, held those lovely breasts in my
hands, which I struggled to keep from shaking. I went back
down to the legs, and my cock must have been at full attention,
straining to break free of my pants. As I rubbed her legs,
I moved to the inside, and I could see that she was already
getting wet.
Diana was in a sort of trance, but was also aware of what
was happening, but didnt seem to care. Tony told me she
was hot, but she didnt have men in her life much, because
her success in business was more important at the time.
I used more of the aromatic oil, and while massaging her
voluptuous breasts, decided to go for broke. I said, Its
getting warm in here, do you mind if I take off my T-shirt?
Diana obliged and helped me take it off and she giddily tossed
it in the corner. By this time, all inhibitions in her (and
me) were gone, and she had finally noticed the rock hard
cock pushing at the zipper in my white pants. She undid my
belt, my zipper and my pants hit the floor, and standing
there in only my shorts, she giggled and got off the table!
Diana dropped to the floor, pulled down my shorts and started
to take my member in one hand and put it between her lips and
started to kiss, stroke and finally lick and suck on it.
My head was spinning from the scented oil, and from the blowjob
that Diana had started. I put my hands on her head, holding
her thick brown hair and started thrusting in and out of
her mouth, while she gave me head like Id never had before.
It was all I could do to hold off filling her mouth with cum.
I happened to look at the clock and realized the next client
would be coming in for a massage in 20 minutes. I pulled Diana
up to me, and laid her on her back and climbed on the table
and started dining at the Y. Now her oohs and aahs turned
to loud moans and groans as she started to have orgasms so
that she practically squirted her honey juice all over
the tableand in my face.
A quick glance at the clock and I had 15 minutes left, and
I still had to clean the place up for the next clientand
for my cousin Tony. By now, Diana was in the throes of such
passion that she had her arms around me and her manicured
nails dug into my back, but who cared about a little pain,
with this much pleasure going on? With time running down,
I mounted her, and started to pump my gorged cock into that
fabulous pussy. Faster and faster and the moans and groans
got louder, as she started to tremble. She was having multiple
orgasms and I was bursting, trying to hold on a bit longer
but with precious little time leftand finally, with a
loud moan, I shot my wad of cum deep inside her, and we both
laid there for a few minutes, panting loudly and trying
to compose ourselves. I suggested she take a shower, and
I put all the used towels and the table cover in the laundry
bag, put away the oils, snuffed the candle and tidied up
the room to look like it was before all this happened. I dressed,
left and noticed the clock showed 4 minutes till the next
appointment.
Minutes after I walked out the employees entrance, I saw
Tony coming in and waved and gave him a thumbs up. Later that
day, Tony asked me, What kind of massage did you give her?
Why? I asked. She normally gives me a puny $10 tip, but
today I did a double takeshe left me a hundred!
Damnwish Id have stuck around a bit longer!
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