Massage Therapy

OK.  This was some role play between me and my wife but I am dramatizing it like two strangers so you get the same effect as we did.  It gets kinds dirty, so if you don't like that, stop here.

I was a bit nervous about this, so I knocked softly on the door.  A female voice answered saying "Come in."  I turned the knob and stepped into the small apartment.

This was a nice room, furnished something like a doctor's office waiting room, but with a queen sized bed at the center of the floor.  There were a couple of large ferns in pots at the corners of the room, the lights were turned down, and there was soft music playing just below the threshold of what I could hear.

"Hello," said a woman stepping through the only other door in the room, from what looked like a bathroom.  She was wearing green scrubs and white tennis shoes.  She was wiping her hands on a small towel.

"Uh, mmm...I'm Paul," I said.  "I got your name from Tom.  He was having back troubles and you worked with him."

"Oh, yes," she said, with a smile and a nod.  "I remember Tom.  How has he been doing?"

"Good," I said.

"Well, what seems to be your trouble?" she asked.

"I've got trouble with my shoulder," I said.  I raised my left arm and bent my elbow.  "Right here.  It feels like something's pulled."

"Well let me take care of that," she said.  "Slip your shirt off and I'll have a look."

I unbuttoned my shirt and set it on the bed.  She stepped behind me and pressed her fingers against my skin.  She was no where near my shoulder, but worked her way up my spine and across my shoulder blades.  I could feel her breath on my skin and I wondered what she was up to.

"Can you see anything?"

"No," she said.  "I'll need you to lie down."

"Okay," I said and I started to recline on the bed.

"No," she said, shaking her head.  "I'm going to need to give you a full rub down.  I won't be able to see anything until your muscles are completely relaxed."

"Wha...um, what do you need me to do?" I asked.

"Take off your clothes," she said.  "You can cover up with a towel if you want, but I need you to be uncovered."

"Everything?" I asked, the word sticking in my throat.

She nodded and pulled a clean white towel from a rack near the door.

I unfastened my belt and slid my pants down to the floor.  I tried to hide my mini-erection behind the towel as I stretched out on the bed.  I flipped one end of the towel up over my naked butt to at least give me some shred of dignity.

She leaned over me and began to rub my back.  I could feel them tense up, but that was my nerves from being nude in front of this strange woman.  She bent over and whispered to me.

"Don't worry, you're in good hands."

I tried to nod, but it's not so easy when you're lying down.  I just closed my eyes and let her do her work.  She worked my shoulders and my neck, then my arms.  She jumped from the small of my back to my calves and then mu upper thighs.  A moment later I felt the towel move and she worked her fingers across my butt and then went from my kees to my shoulders in one single motion.

"How are you feeling now?" she asked.

I wanted to say "Very good," but it came out more like "Nummba lemmpy."

She laughed softly.  "Good."

I was so relaxed I didn't notice that she had let go of me for a moment, but I did notice when she climbed on the bed and straddled me.  She was sitting just behind my butt, facing my back.  She leaned over to work her fingers into my stiff shoulder.  It hurt but in SUCH a good way.

"Am I getting it?" she asked.

"Oh, yes," I said and I really worked at getting the words to come out clearly.

"Good," she said and she leaned down.

I could still feel her hands as the carressed my skin but I also felt something else.  Two soft, warm objects touched my back and I realized that she had removed her scrub top.

I wanted to roll over so I could see the topless woman who was siting on my back but she kept me pinned down.  She laughed again.  "Hold still."

She flung herself back up and began thrusting her hips forward as though she was riding me, then came back down and licked my back.  She grabbed my sides and squeezed.  She dragged her breasts against my skin and stopped with her mouth next to my ear.

"Where does it hurt now?"

To be fair, there was only one part of my body that had any feeling I might call pain.

"Roll over," she said and hers was a tone I just didn't want to mess with.

She lifted herself off of me just enough to allow me to roll over then came back down on me so that she was nearly sitting on my fully-erect ****.

She leaned over me, drawing her nipples across my chest.  Her eyes never left mine.  She was watching my reaction to the show she was putting on.  I was loving every moment of it.

"How does your shoulder feel?" she asked.

"Screw my shoulder," I said.

"I'd rather you screw me," she said.

I grabbed her by the hips and threw her to the side.  I rolled over on top of her and grabbed the tops of her scrub pants and pulled them to her knees.  She lifted her left leg so that I could pull her foot through.  She wiggled her other leg to free herself of the last of her clothing.  I went to put myself on top of her, but she slipped out of my grip and grabbed my **** with her hand.  She licked it, teasing the tip with her tongue.  Then she thrust it into her mouth.

I fell back into the bed and let her suck on me for a little while.  It was mind-blowing, but I wanted more than that.  Just when I thought I was about to pop I wrestled her head out of my lap and pushed her back on the bed.  She fought me a little, but I climbed on top of her again and pinned her arms with my hands. 

She looked up at me and said, "Yes."

I was so hard it didn't take much effort to push my wayinside of her.  It was crazy.  We were both breathing hard and she was making the sexiest moaning sounds I've ever heard.  She got louder and that drove me onward.  I could feel myself about to *** when her whole body shuddered.  That drove me over the edge.  I came hard and in several waves.

Finally she helped me to fall over on my back.

"I have a regular appointment time open on Tuesdays," she said.  "How is 4:30?"

"That would be great," I said.

"Good," she said.  "I'll put you on the calandar."

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36-40, M
5 Responses Mar 7, 2010

Yes, sexy massage therapist is a HOT one. I play it off as so wrong to touch my client in inappropriate ways (I could get fired for touching you here! Oh, please don't run your fingers over my legs while I am massaging you; it's a violation of my license!, etc.). He gets off on the forbidden aspect of it. Oh, and since we live in Vegas, a HAPPY ENDING is a must with this type of massage! Soooo good!

Yes, sexy massage therapist is a HOT one. I play it off as so wrong to touch my client in inappropriate ways (I could get fired for touching you here! Oh, please don't run your fingers over my legs while I am massaging you; it's a violation of my license!, etc.). He gets off on the forbidden aspect of it. Oh, and since we live in Vegas, a HAPPY ENDING is a must with this type of massage! Soooo good!

That sounded like good erotic fun. Will try that one!

Wow; I love playing with my wife and she does things to me that I never suspect.

:) Great wife!