Travelling Masseuse

I am standing, waiting at the carved wooden door of a client, living in a posh area. I have just ringed the door bell. I am 1.8 meters tall, well toned, with curly bronze hair. I graduated last year from university. My careers counsellor in high school recommended BSc: Sport Science and painted a picture of lucrative career opportunities. I enjoyed the course and had a good time at varsity. Getting a job upon completion, however, had not been easy, given the economic conditions. Eventually, I got a position as anatomy lecturer at an internationally accredited beauty school, subject to obtaining international beauty therapy instructor's certification. The salary is not great, but at least I work am among lots of beautiful young ladies, plus I am already a qualified masseuse—the Swedish Massage Certificate serves as entry requirement for a range of certificates, such as Sports Massage, Reflexology, Aromatherapy, etc. To supplement my income I decided to advertise as travelling masseuse. I am dressed in shorts, a T-shirt and running shoes.

When the door opens, I am pleased to see a very attractive woman with long strawberry-blond hair and light blue eyes. She is about 1.65 meters tall with a lilac silk gown on. She put her right hand out to greet, while saying "you must be Clifford, the masseuse?" I took her hand, she had a firm grip and stammered ... y ... ye ... yes, you must be M ... Ms ... Call me Sarah; she responded and smiled warmly, come in. I picked up my mobile massage bed and travelling masseuse kit and she closes the door behind me. I wait for her to pass, smelling her spicy perfume, and follow to her open-plan kitchen-informal lounge. She has expensive taste; it looks like pink leather couches in her softly lit formal lounge.

Her kitchen decor is black marble surfaces with light-oak and laminated light-oak flooring extends into the informal lounge. It has two black-leather circular loveseats, ideal for reading, listening music or cuddling. The new Coldplay, Viva La Vida is playing, and the room is softly lit by strategically placed mini spots. Sarah picks up a half-full glass, offer me some Chenin blanc or beer, top up her glass and pour me one. We sat down to fill out her client card. Sarah is 37, has a stressful job, but lives a healthy lifestyle. Other than stress, she has no contra-indications, already exercises regularly and relax as much as feasible. Her reason for massage is yet another form of relaxation, but she dislikes going to a salon. She says that she had been delighted when she saw my advert.

Since it is such a pleasant summer evening, Sarah proposes that is set up on the patio, off her informal lounge. I give her the white-towelling boob-tube and ask her to remove all jewellery, to undress and put the boob-tube on, while I prepare the necessary. Upon Sarah's return, I asked her to lie on her back on the massage bed. After I covered Sarah with a light-green bath-sheet and placed supports under her head and knees, I covered her beautiful strawberry-blond hair in a turban, cleaned her feet and washed my hands. Thereafter I removed the boob-tube from under the bath-sheet in order to start massaging Sarah.

With Coldplay in the background, I exposed Sarah's left leg and applied massage oil to my hands. Sarah's slender and lightly tanned leg feels soft under my hands. Sarah has narrow feet with pedicured nails. It is delightful to feel the little bones of her foot under her soft skin. Sarah mutters how relaxing and pleasurable it is and I repeat the toes, heel and ankle sequence for her benefit. Sarah's calf is firm and the muscle well defined and her muscular thighs a pleasure to knead and wring.

After the right leg the abdominal sequence follows. I expose Sarah's sexy flat tummy and start applying oil to the slightly protruding centre and proceed with the sequence, guiding her breathing and conclude with the grand movement.

Sarah's arms are next, first the right then the left. They are soft with well defined muscles and delightful to touch. Sarah's fingernails are smartly manicured and her hands soft. Her décolleté is next. I am pleasantly surprised to see some light brown freckles. Her pectorals are firm, yet soft.

After Sarah turned on her front and I positioned the supports under her ankles and forehead for comfort, I start the posterior sequence first her left, then her right leg and then her back. When I got to her sexy buttocks I gave a few extra wrings.

After the posterior of Sarah's legs, I expose her back, again noticing some light brown freckles. The back sequence is the most involved, often performed as a standalone massage. The masseuse start by standing on the side, then moving to the top of the bed, then to the opposite side—massaging across and then back to the original side. Working Sarah's back is a pleasure, both to touch and hearing her mumbling enjoyment.

When done, I covered Sarah's attractive back and rubbed her body with the towels, held the towels in order that Sarah can turn back, without being exposed and rubbed the front of her body with the towels. At this point Sarah stated that my rate states a full body massage, but what about her breasts. I started to explain that breasts are not included, but she pulled both hands up and flipped the towel down and said please. I applied massage oil and effleurage her perky breasts and around. I improvised and placed my thumbs between her breasts, in the hollow of her cleavage, sliding my hands over Sarah's breasts a number of times and each time giving each breast a light squeeze. There after I played with Sarah's nipples, which hardened quickly.

At this point Sarah lifted her right hand; took my right hand; pulled it in underneath the towels and placed my hand on her crotch while opening her legs the same time. Sarah then asked me ever so sweetly to also massage her clitoris. I hesitated, but she begged. She was already wet; I could feel her slippery secretion. I stroked her slowly and then increased the rhythm—the next moment her entire body tensed and she jerked a few times, where after she relaxed. She opened her eyes after some time and thanked me for the best massage ever.