The Massage

I was approached by an employee while shopping. She offered me a ‘free’ massage, I couldn’t refuse.

About two weeks ago I was approached by an employee while shopping for groceries. While helping me sort through some produce, she mentioned that she was also a ‘massage-therapist,’ and offered me a free session. I noticed she wore a bracelet that is common apparel for lesbians. After giving it some thought, I gave her a call.

‘Hello, you gave me your business card recently for a free massage, does that offer still stand?’ I asked. ‘Yes, it does,’ she replied cheerfully. ‘My husband will be out of town, so I have some free time,’ I said to her. I wanted her to think I was totally straight. Seducing a straight married woman is very powerful and rewarding, as a matter of fact, I know it is. I scheduled the session.

I always arrive appearing Naive, yet I wear something that draws their eye. I act very conservative throughout the massage,… until the moment I break.

I arrived at exactly 8pm. She smiled when she opened the door, ‘the grapefruit lady’, she said. ‘Good memory’,… ‘I’m Carrie’ I said and stepped inside. ‘I’m so glad you could make it,’ she said, as she looked me up and down. I’m Laura’, she replied.

She was wearing a white T-shirt and some really small shorts, and some footies. ‘Great ass,’ I said to myself. ‘First time?’ she asked. ‘Yes, and I’m nervous,’ I replied. She handed me a bottle of water and led me down a hallway, ‘you’ll be fine,’ she said softly.

I find the ambiance of a massage room to be so arousing by design. The candles, the soft music, it’s always alluring. She was certainly advertising that booty of hers, ‘wow.’ She left the room so I could disrobe.

When she returned, I was naked under that towel. ‘Are you comfortable?’ she asked. ‘Yes, I’m fine,’ I replied. The neck and back massage was just preliminary to the acts that followed. ‘Feels great,’ I said softly.

When she moved to the end of the table near my feet, I knew things were about to get heated. ‘I’m going to work on your legs now,’ she said so softly. ‘Okay,’ I replied, then the chatter seemed to fade. It was quiet.

Just feeling her younger hands on my legs was arousing me greatly. ‘Oh my,’ I said. ‘I’ve never been touched like this by another woman,’ I said so nervously. ‘Relaxxxx’, she said so gently. The way she groped my legs was enticing. I could tell she was attempting to excite me, and that she was, but I remained in character.

Feeling her hands slow down as she neared the base of my cheeks was so taunting. ‘May I remove your towel?’ she asked. ‘Wow, is that protocol?’ I asked. ‘We’re both females here’, she replied. ‘Oh my,…well okay’ I replied. When she slid my towel off, I heard her exhale, once. ‘Your husband is a lucky man,’ she said. I didn’t respond.

She began very cautiously, due to my uncertainty. ‘Are you okay?’ she asked. I just nodded my head in return. She was kneading my ass like dough! ‘Oh my,’ I whispered. She started using a different stroke which parted my legs so wide. I didn’t utter a sound. I knew she was capturing a view indeed.

Her fingers grazed ever so close to my hole. I was silently panting. Having a stranger grope your body like that is something to behold. A massage provides permission without consent in some odd way. I purposely began to gasp from time to time, I wanted her to know that I may be vulnerable. ‘I’m sorry,’ I whispered. ‘It’s fine ma’am,’ she replied. ‘Feel free to enjoy yourself,’ she added. ‘I’m going to slide a bolster under your hips,’ she said softly into my ear. I didn’t respond. ‘Ohhh my, ‘ I said, as I lowered myself back down to the table. ‘It’s okay’, she whispered, ‘relaxxx’, she added. ‘Oh my,… okay’, I replied,…’wow.’

Her clinical touch was soon replaced by something much more sensual.
A truly straight woman would question her sexuality if she found herself on this table. My mouth was gaping under the headrest. I purposely gripped the table, I wanted her to recognize my tension. Afterall, I was still in character.

She was young enough to be my daughter. Our difference in age made it even more erotic. I knew my innocence was being put to the test. I wasn’t sure how long I could remain steadfast. My pussy was soaking wet. I thought about Michael and what he would pay to be a ‘fly on the wall’ for the next ninety minutes.

During one of her upward strokes, I gently pushed back against her pressure, just once. ‘Thats it, don’t fight it,’ she whispered. I was going to award myself with an ‘Oscar’ after my performance. Her hands began to slide so close to my pussy. A few minutes later I felt her climb up on the table. I could feel her knees pressed against my inner thighs. ‘Relaxxxx,’ she whispered. I didn’t respond. She had a view indeed.

She worked my ass over, ‘mmm’, I said, loud enough to hear. I was so primed. She knew I was trying to resist temptation. The way she dripped oils down onto my cheeks was tantalizing. She played with my ass till I thought I was going to break my cover. It was THAT good.

I felt her hot breath on my cheeks, I knew she was close. I purposely gasped a few times,
I’ve,…I’ve never felt this way with another woman,’ I confessed so curiously.
She didn’t respond.
‘You’re exciting me,’ I whispered. ‘You’re exciting me too,’ she replied.

She continued to grope my ass. A few minutes later I asked,… ‘are you ever tempted?’ ‘There are times,’ she replied.

Now she knew I was aroused by her touch. A few minutes later I felt her hot breath on my cheeks again. I’m certain she wanted me to sense that. In some way, we were both taunting each other.

There I was with my ass in the air, while a thirty-something year old girl, was playing with my cheeks. It was so exciting.

When she asked me to roll over, I noticed that her nipples were hard. They were poking thru that thin T- shirt, ‘mmm’ I said to myself, ‘someone else is horny too.’

‘Oh my,…should I cover up?” I asked. ‘We’re both females here,’ she replied. ‘Okay,…it just seems so,…intimate’, I replied. ‘You’re just fine, relaxxx’, she said so softly. ‘Okay,…okay,’ then I rested my hands by my side.

‘A massage is intended to free your inhibitions as well’, she whispered into my ear. I didn’t respond.

As she stood behind me, my stiff nipples were impossible to conceal. Her hands were shifting southward, second by second. She began to glide her hands up and down my sides, then landing upon my stomach, over and over. She knew she was teasing me. A few minutes later she asked, ‘may I massage your chest?’ ‘Ummmm….wow,…okay,’ I replied. I closed my eyes.

Seconds later I felt those droplets of oil landing on my nipples. The way in which she encircled my breasts while massaging them, was sensational. Her gentle grasps were so enticing. I purposely curled my toes in hopes she would notice. The way she pinched my nipples between her knuckles was divine. I sighed softly and gripped the sheet. She knew I was questioning my sexuality for sure now. She was on a mission, so was I.

I waited for the right time then I raised my leg and placed my left foot, flat on the table. ‘That’s it, let yourself go,’ she whispered close to my ear. I gasped in response. She continued to massage my breasts. She was purposely dropping her tits just above my face. That thin T-shirt was quite revealing. Minute by minute they grew closer. On the next pass, I felt them graze my face, then she did it again. I made no attempt to stop her. She did it over and over while reaching down to my stomach. ‘Oh my god,’ I whispered. She didn’t respond.

A few seconds later I felt her lower my left leg down to the table. Her foot massage was incredible. I was so anxious. She started on my left leg first. Feeling her hands massage my leg was almost too much to bear. Her slippery hands were driving me nuts!

I waited for the right moment then I sighed, ‘I’m feeling,…….’It’s okay,’ she replied, as she groped my upper thigh.

‘What happens here, stays here,’ she whispered. I felt my resistance slipping away.

She massaged my right leg the very same way. She spent over twenty minutes on my gams alone. I was losing my grip on heterosexuality, or so she thought.

She bent my left leg and placed that foot on the table, now THERE was a view. When she placed my right leg the same way, my smooth-shaven pussy was staring at her face. She began with some downward stroke that parted my thighs, even further. ‘Oh my god’ I whispered,… ‘omg.’ I was naked and my legs were so wide.

Suddenly, I felt her climb back up on the table. I gripped the sheet tightly. ‘Ohhhh myyyy,’ I whispered, loud enough for her to hear. She didn’t respond. She continued to stroke my inner thighs so affectionately. I was panting now. Her hands were now gliding right past my labia lips. She continued to taunt me, over and over. I waited for the right moment to speak.

‘Do you like what you see?’ I whispered as I continued to softly sigh.
‘Yes I do,’ she replied, clearly. I gasped out loud, ‘omg’,…what happens now?’ I asked so nervously.
‘Do I have permission?’ she asked. My heart skipped a beat. I waited as long as I could before responding, the tension was fabulous!….. ‘yes’, I whispered to her.

I felt the table shudder as she lowered down to her stomach. ‘OMG’, I whispered,… then I felt her hot breath warming my pussy. ‘OMG’, I whispered again. I felt her hands grip my outer thighs. The next thing I felt was her tongue dragging itself up my pussy. ‘Ohhhhh’, I cried out. ‘Holy shit!’ I added. She continued on, ‘you like that?’ she asked. ‘Ohhhh yesss,’ I replied. She engulfed my entire pussy into her mouth. I was breathing very heavily now. When she smashed my clit, I squirmed uncontrollably. ‘Ohhhh shit!’ I cried out. I gripped the sheet so tightly. ‘Oh Fuck!’ I yelled out loud.

She was moaning as she gulped my juices down her throat. She was sucking my pussy so gently. I completely lost control and began rocking my hips in rhythm. ‘Eat me’, I whispered.

She was ravishing my pussy, truly. My breathing stopped like a camera flash, then it reappeared like a speeding train. She was young enough to be my daughter, yet she was eating me alive! Feeling her tongue explore the depth of my pussy was sensational. She began smashing her face from side to side. ‘Ohhhh Laura,’ I whispered.

I was glazing her face with orgasmic cream. She moaned like crazy watching my body shudder one into her mouth. She was so overwhelmed, so was I. She held my thighs back against my chest and devoured me for almost an hour straight. I came so many times. so many times. When she slid off the table, she walked over and stood by my right side.

She took my hand and placed it on her breast. ‘Omg,’ I whispered. ‘Can I see them?’ I whispered nervously. When she pulled her T-shirt off, I was stunned. She had perfect natural tits, 36C, so young and firm. ‘May I touch them???’ I asked. She nodded her head ‘yes.’ I ever so slowly sat up and began fondling her tits, ‘omg, their so beautiful,’ I whispered to her. ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this,… my husband would,…’ ‘It’s okay’, she whispered, smiling.

I looked away and paused,…’may I taste them?’ I asked her. She leaned forward and dropped them in my face. ‘OMG,’ I whispered. ‘Here goes nothing’ I added. I sucked one of her breasts into my mouth and bathed her nipple well. ‘MMM’, she uttered softly. I became frantic, instantly shoving my face between them. I was cleansing her valley with an eager tongue. I spent over ten minutes licking and sucking her tits. They were delicious.

I collapsed back onto the table breathless, and panting. She stood over me smiling, ‘that felt really nice’ she said. I glanced at her quickly and shook my head, ‘amazing, totally amazing!’ I said. I purposely appeared embarrassed,…then I slid my head to the edge of the table. I led her closer by holding her hand. ‘Please’, I whispered,…’take off your shorts.’

She quickly slid them off and took a step forward, her breathing was loud. ‘Just do it’, I whispered, then she sat right on my face. I attacked her viciously, as if I had fantasized about this moment, for many years. I drove my tongue deep inside her as she smothered me between her thighs. Her youthful nectar was very sweet. I leaned further back and nestled my face between those incredible cheeks of hers, ‘Oh my’, her bum was delicious. Then I returned for a final taste of her delicious slice. I sucked her dry. I tapped out about 25 minutes later, my face was so messy, my eyes were wide.

I saw her on Tuesday while shopping at the store, and I wasn’t alone, (Michael). She smiled at me from a distance, I shyly smiled in return. I dropped back into character immediately. It was arousing playing the role of a wife/mother who ‘crossed the line’ while she observed us shopping.

I couldn’t help but notice the vast array of prospects before me. Certainly, there are other wives and girlfriends here that have fallen prey to her offer. I loitered in her department until she appeared on the sales floor.

As she was adjusting a shelf I stood beside her, yet I acted like she wasn’t there. ‘I just wanna say I really enjoyed that’, I said while looking forward. ‘It was my pleasure,’ she said, without looking my way. ‘I have never,……….’ ‘I know’ she replied. I quickly retrieved a hundred-dollar bill and slid in into her pocket, while staring forward, ‘Fabulous!’ I whispered… then I walked away.

She knew that she ‘turned-me-out,’ or so she thought. I’m familiar with that joyful accomplishment. For her, it’s an invigorating emotion that’s hard to describe. She’ll hold that trophy high and revisit that moment many times, so will I. / The End.