Kate:
I was overdue for my massage, so I booked a session and a half with my favorite masseuse for a little extra splurge. My whole body felt tense and stressed after a few months at my new job, but with the extra income it was easy to treat myself once in a while.
When I arrived, I was shown to my usual room and I stripped down and slid facedown under the cool sheet. The room was the perfect temperature, a pleasant low musical chiming paired with the sound of a bubbling creek put me at ease, and I closed my eyes as subtle wafts of lavender mixed with a sweet scent I could identify began to unknot my back muscles.
I heard the door quietly shush open and close, and my masseuse, Jason, oiling his hands.
"How are you today, Kate?" Jason murmured as he pulled the sheet off my lower legs and began gently kneading my calf muscles. He knew me well, I always requested him, so there was no need for him to ask me my preferences. I was exhausted and the familiar touch was instantly calming. I said something halfway intelligent in reply and then surrendered to the swirling sensations of scent, sound and touch as his strong, sure hands manipulated my flesh.
Jason:
When I entered the room and saw Kate beneath the sheet, I felt something electric tighten inside me. Every time she booked with me I struggled to hide the twitching erection in my pants as I oiled and palmed almost every inch of her lovely body.
I couldn't understand it -- none of my other clients affected me this way -- but Kate had become something of an obsession for me, an itch I knew I needed to scratch. When she missed her usual monthly appointment the itch became an overwhelming urge. I dreamt of her at night and woke in the middle of massive orgasms with sheets tangled around my legs, covered in sweat and sticky with semen, heart pounding and mouth dry.
As I massaged my other clients I found my mind wandering back to her, comparing legs and ass and tits to the ripe, moist woman in my dreams. I would retreat to the bathroom after these appointments to desperately seek relief and, hands still oily, would shudder and gasp over the toilet as I emptied my balls from almost the first stroke of my trembling hands over my prick.
But it was empty and unsatisfying, and the temporary release of pressure only inflamed my desire. When Kate's name finally appeared on my schedule, I had to stifle an audible moan as the anticipation spiked.
Now she was finally here and I knew I couldn't let her walk out without my seed deep in her belly. Consequences be damned. I couldn't live like this.
I watched her body relax as I began to rub lavender oil into her calves and feet. The moment my hands touched her satin skin my cock began to swell until it was pushing insistently against my zipper. I could see that she was drifting into a doze as I thumbed her insoles the way I knew she loved. Working out to the ends of her toes and then back up her legs, I shifted the sheet so I could begin to work the larger muscles of her back.
As I leaned over her and kneaded her shoulder blades, my erection bumped her lower arm and I gently leaned into it. My breathing hitched as my body erupted in crackles of electricy. I glanced at her face to see if she objected, but she was floating in an unconscious bliss. Shifting myself as if to get a better angle, I nudged my bulge into her open palm and began to rock against her in time with the slow, sensuous movements of my oiled hands across the soft, slippery skin of her back.
Kate:
Something was different this time, and I liked it. I dimly was conscious of a new kind of rhythm as Jason leaned into me and began to put his whole body into the pressure of his talented hands. Somehow the familiar luxurious attention was arousing me more than usual, but my tired brain simply rolled over and opened to it rather than rerouting my thoughts to a more appropriate avenue as it normally did.
I melted into the table and allowed the sensations to lap over me.
Jason:
Kate sighed deeply as I began to run my fingers up her neck and onto her scalp. Instead of walking around to the head of the table, I carefully climbed up beside her and silently threw one knee over her thighs. Crouching over her naked body separated by a sheet and my clothing was exquisite torture. I needed to figure out a way to remove these barriers without being stopped.