I have been giving professional massages for four or five years, working out of a back room in my home. I am good. Most of my customers are women; they seem to like to pamper themselves and feel the sensations only an expert can give them. Of course it doesn't hurt that I am an attractive middle aged man with an easy going personality and the ability to make my customers feel comfortable.
Most of the time I go out of my way to make sure my female customers do not see any hint of sexual interest in my attitude toward them. I focus on their muscular issues and spout all kinds of professional jargon about treating their condition, loosening this tightness, strengthening that muscle, stretching this tendon, etc. etc. Most of them get undressed and put on the special shorts and halter tops that I provide. I keep their bodies covered with a sheet except for the area I am working on. I am well aware that if I did anything sexual most women would never come back and I could be arrested.
However this is not always the case. Sometimes I get a customer who shows signs of wanting a little more stimulation. In these cases, I go very slowly making sure I am reading the signs right and not doing anything overt until the woman has gone so far that she has to admit that she was asking for it. And to make sure she can't claim later that I forced her, I make a secret audio and video recording of all my sessions.
Joanna was one such woman. The first time I gave her a full body massage I noticed a pronounced pleasure reaction when I massaged her lower back, my fingers just skimming the top of the crack in her buttocks. She squirmed slightly and made a soft noise. I said nothing and did nothing more that first time.
The next time she came in she made a point of telling me how much she had enjoyed her first massage. I said I was glad and that I would try to make it even better for her this time. She lay on her stomach on the table and let her legs fall open more than normal. I omitted covering her with the sheet, pretending that I had forgotten. She said nothing. The back of her body was bare except for the halter and loose shorts.
I dribbled the pre-warmed massage oil on her back and gently spread in over her skin. Then I stood at the end of the table by her head and began kneading her muscles, starting at her neck and moving slowly down her back. It took me a full three minutes to reach her lower back and the top of her shorts. She was taking deep breaths and twisting her torso ever so slightly.
Instead of stopping at the top of her shorts I let my finger tips slide under and massage the muscles in the top two inches of her ass cheeks. When she made no protest I leaned forward and let the front of my pants make contact with the top of her head. My cock was rock hard and she could not help but feel it.
"Does this feel good?" I asked, moving my fingers vigorously and probing her ass muscles. The implication was that I was asking about the massage, not about my cock pressing against her scalp. I wanted to let her tell herself that my cock touching her was an accident and that she did not have to react to it. However, my hidden video camera would record that fact that she did not protest my leaning my groin against her head.
"Oh yes, that feels really good," she purred.
Still I was determined to go slow and not do anything overtly sexual on this visit. My plan was to wait until the third session, which I would schedule at a time when I could keep her as long as I wanted. If she agreed to this third visit, I knew I had her.
So I proceeded with a normal massage and at the end got out my appointment book. She was sitting on the edge of the table in her halter and shorts as I spoke to her. "I would like to schedule your next session at the end of the day when I can devote a full two hours to your treatment. There are areas that need more work."
When she thought I was focused on my calendar, she sneaked a look at my pants and the unmistakable hump. I did not let her know that I was aware of her interest.
"How about this Saturday at four o'clock?" I said.
"That's okay, but I would have to be home by six to fix dinner for my husband."
"Then let's make it three o'clock to be sure to have enough time," I said as I wrote it down in the book. I did not wait for her agreement. "I will see you then."
With that I left her so she could get dressed and leave when she was ready. It was all very professional; I wanted to keep her thinking that she might be imagining the sexual overtones. She could come on Saturday telling herself it was just going to be a normal massage, even though she was well aware of her sexual feelings.
At three o'clock on Saturday I was ready for her. The massage room was in a back corner of my house and had walls of thick concrete. When the massive oak door was closed, it was virtually soundproof. No one else was in the house or nearby. I adjusted the lighting so it was soft and low, and I lit some incense sticks. The recording equipment would be activated automatically when she lay down on the table.
At the appointed hour, there was a knock on my front door and I greeted her. My manner was curt. "Good afternoon, Joanna. You are right on time. I like that. Please go into the massage room and change into the shorts and halter. I will join you shortly."
Joanna was naturally a shy person, and on that day she was doubly so. She could hardly look at me. But I noticed that she was wearing a sexier outfit than in her prior visits. Her ample breasts bulged out of a tight sweater, and her ass was clearly outlined by a snug skirt. Without a word, she walked down the hall into the massage room and closed the door behind her.
I gave her five minutes. When I entered the room she was sitting on the edge of the table, naked except for the halter and shorts. She had made no effort to cover herself with the sheet.
"Please lie down on your back and we will begin," I said. While she was positioning herself I went over to the CD player on a side table and started some sensual Middle Eastern music, turned down so that it was barely audible.
"Now I am going to put this cool cloth over your eyes. It will feel good and help you relax."
The cloth I put on her forehead was really a soft bag filled with cooled liquid. It wasn't very cold, more the temperature of cool tap water, and I knew it would feel refreshing. With what I was about to do to heat her up, she was going to welcome a little cooling.
"Let the darkness and the music take you to another place while I massage you," I said soothingly.
"Ummm..."
I began by lightly rubbing her right wrist and the top of her hand. Then I picked up her hand and massaged her palm with my thumb. She sighed and seemed to settle deeper into the table. Without her noticing I slipped a wrist cuff over her hand and clipped it to a ring on the side of the table. Her right arm was immobilized.
"Your hands contain many nerves and respond with pleasure to being massaged," I said. "Now I will do the other one."
Lifting her left wrist I took each finger in turn and pulled gently. When I had covered them all I held her lower arm while I brought the noose of the cuff over her fingers and tightened it on her wrist. A quick clip to the ring and she was effectively restrained on her back on the table, even though she did not yet know it.
She looked completely relaxed and ever so vulnerable lying there. Her firm breasts fell slightly to the sides as they rose and fell with her breathing. The soft fabric halter had elastic at the edges to keep it in place, but it did not offer much support. Her bare stomach invited my hands to begin at the top and slide slowly down. Made of the same soft fabric of the halter, the shorts around her hips covered what I expected were sexy bikini panties. She kept her legs together but that did not hide the hint of treasure between her smooth, plump thighs.
