Did That Just Happen…?

I have always been a tactile, sensual person. I have loved to fill the senses with things to make me, and others, smile. Somewhere along my journey I picked up some massage skills and found that these skills were well received by my then girlfriend. It gave me as much pleasure to give a massage as she got receiving it. Our sex life was very enjoyable and we shared ourselves with other couples whenever opportunity arose.

People I shared my massage with often asked why I didn’t take it up as a profession. My simple answer was, honestly, I get way too aroused giving massages and I didn’t want to be getting myself into an awkward situation during a professional appointment.

Push, however, came to shove, so I attained my basic Cert to allow me to provide massage for a fee. I managed to mainly get myself out there through referrals and word of mouth. Work wasn’t really work - I enjoyed what I did so much - and I managed to even control that ever-present arousal when massaging!

One day I received a message from a guy I knew from other work. He was wanting to get someone to give his wife a nice massage for their wedding anniversary. He said she had been working so hard and was in need of a bit of pampering. I hadn’t met his wife prior to this. I agreed and confirmed the booking for that next Saturday.

I arrived at their house early in the afternoon. I was taken back a little when the wife answered the door. She was a very attractive woman, relatively petite, and had the warmest smile - matched only by her mesmerising eyes. She told me that her husband had been caught up with some errands and would be home soon but I can come in, set up my table, and start the massage if that was ok with me. She showed me in to their home and along the hallway to their very spacious bedroom (she explained that the other rooms would be a little cold and their bedroom has the most space to set up). I asked if she could grab a quick hot shower while I set the table up. I told her that this helps warm the skin and muscles, which helps with the overall massage. She said she was looking forward to this massage and hadn’t had such a pampering for a long time. She slipped in to the ensuite and moments later I heard the shower and I set about getting all set for my client.

A short time after I had everything set up, with some soft music on, and essential oils heating up in the burner, my client came out of the ensuite. She was now wrapped in a towel. She said she wasn’t sure how she should present herself and asked if she needed to take her underwear off. I told her that she can leave them on if that makes her comfortable and I can work around them if needed. She told me she wasn’t fussed and only had her panties on under the towel if that didn’t make me uneasy. I told her that I’m ok with that and invited her onto the table, face down. She unhitched the towel and dropped it to the floor as she climbed on. Although she was quite petite, she had the most beautiful, firm, breasts and as for her wearing panties… the slither of fabric lining her pubic area and disappearing within her butt cheeks didn’t leave a single thing to my overactive imagination.

I gave myself an almighty mental slap to the face and told myself to stop any thought of any sexual nature. This is my work. I am a professional. I can’t fuck this up by a big bulge in my pants!

I had worked hard on mindset and soon was able to adjust my thoughts and get to work. Without said bulge…

I started with an overall body warm-up. With towel over her legs and back I commenced my standard prep work. We chatted about a range of things while I warmed her body and muscles some more. She was a very smart woman and I could tell she and her husband were very much in love. I asked if her husband was going to be long as I didn’t want to have him miss out on seeing her face after the massage. She said that she was sure he’ll be able to see that and won’t be long. I started with a special oil blend which I’ve been using for a while. It smells and feels wonderful.

The minutes ticked by, and in each minute I could feel her muscles relax and hear the occasional “mmmmm….” as I worked my hands over her soft, and now slightly oily, skin. I moved the towel I had over her as needed, to retain some modesty, however it wasn’t long before she suggested that I just remove it as she was warm enough and felt very relaxed and comfortable in my hands. I took the towel, rolled it, and placed it on the floor. Returning to her body, I got a new perspective of this beautiful woman on my table. My thoughts soon returned to the occupational hazard of having a sexy body on my table. “This is going to be a challenge ahead of me” I heard myself say to myself.

Working on her legs and up to her basically bare glutes I felt my cock begin to swell… “Did she just part her legs a bit more??” I thought… “My God! she did!! That g-string is barely existent and if she moves even an inch more I’m going to get quite an eyeful!”

She moved. And that sound again… “mmmmm…” Where is she going with this??

My hands kept working up those gorgeous legs and I found my hands now working into her glutes a little longer and right into those cheeks. “I am so going to hell” I thought…

As I worked my hand up the back of her leg and onto that glistening peach once more I was surprised when her hand reached around, grabbed mine, and guided it right in between her legs. “What the…?” I said. “Please”, she replied… “you are making me so wet and I need some more areas massaged.”

“But… your husband will be home soon!” I said, disregarding any thought of self control now as my cock went as hard as it’s ever been.

“Don’t worry”, she said. “He will be a while and we’ll be able to hear him coming a mile away. Please make this an anniversary to remember,” she almost begged.

What could a guy do….?

Her legs spread further. I could see her swollen pussy lips glistening with her own moisture, deliciously hugging the string of her g…

“If I’m going to massage more of you, I’m going to need those panties off you right now,” I ordered.

Pulling them down over her legs, her perfect ass pushed into the air. Calling to me. My hand glided down the centre of her back. Fingers slipping in between her ass cheeks. Slowly sliding over her asshole and finding her pussy. A finger each side of those wet lips, and my index finger finding the most inviting hole I’d ever seen. “Mmmmm…”, the sounds now coming from my client became louder, and the breathing was most definitely more rapid. I placed one of my rolled towels under her hips. This helped present that gorgeous peach a little higher and easier to work.

With this in place I was able to not only get a couple of fingers now inside her pussy but also start kissing and introducing my tongue to that ass of hers. My fingers moved in and found her magic spot… slowly massaging from the inside as my mouth pleasured her ass. That perfect ass pushed higher and higher. Begging for more attention.

“Oh fuck!, Oh fuck!” she moaned… “ what are you doing to me… I feel like I’m about to explode!”

“Let yourself go,” I whispered, seemingly to her ass. “Don’t hold back”.

Her body went rigid. Her pussy contracted around my fingers, and the most amazing sound poured out of her soul. I immediately felt her pussy flood with juices. The massage table became saturated.

“What the hell was that??” she cried, “I’ve never felt anything like that before and haven’t ever orgasmed like that!"

Almost immediately sounds of crashing came from the wardrobe and a man’s voice “ohhhh!…fuck, shit…”.

It was the husband. He had been watching from within the wardrobe this whole time, as he had (I now know) organised with his wife beforehand. He was pleasuring himself as he watched and came so hard he lost balance and crashed into the inside of the door he was peaking from behind.

“See,” she said, “I told you we would be able to hear him coming…”

We both started laughing as her husband stumbled out of his hiding place with a big semi-embarrassed smile on his reddened face.

There was still one horny person in that room who needed some relief. Now, I thought, I have to get my hard cock out of my very wet pants and into that delicious pussy…

But that will be another story…