She was sitting in her massage therapist's waiting room, the pain in her neck and back almost unbearable. She wished she could get in more often, but the morning appointments before work were hard to get and they were closed in the evenings and on weekends.
The receptionist told her to head in, her therapist was an older and not very attractive man. He was however really good at his job digging in deep, pressing hard and always getting the kinks out. She felt so much better after each session.
She had been to many other massage places and he was the only one she trusted to help her out.
When she came out of her appointment she went to the receptionist to book a bunch of appointments for the next few months. She already had one booked in 4 weeks, but she was always looking to add more as she felt her best when she was on a biweekly massage schedule.
Unfortunately with her therapist being in such high demand and morning appointments as well, she could only get booked in every 4 to 5 weeks. She was desperate for any help she could get.
While she was looking over the calendar with the receptionist, one of the other office doors opened up and the sound of bumping into the wall caught her attention. When she looked up she saw a tall lean and extremely handsome man carrying a large portable folding massage table with a strap over his shoulder.
She watched him make his way out the front door, and slide the big folded bed into the back of his pick up truck and drive away.
The receptionist now smiling as she had seen this reaction by many of the clients. She spoke up saying, that's Dick. This snapped her back to reality. Dick? She said. The receptionist chuckled and said yes, Dick does in home massages, it helps people out with weird schedules. He works evenings and weekends as well.
Would you like to book him between your other appointments? To see if he can help you out to feel good more often? The receptionist said this with a funny smile, she was taken aback and wasn't sure what she meant.
She thought to herself it couldn't hurt to try, and booked Dick for a home appointment in a week and a half for 4pm on a Saturday. If it went well, she figured it would be a great help for her neck pain and mental health as it is not fun walking around in constant pain.
She was excited for her first in home massage, the day had finally arrived. She was out for lunch with her old high school friends. Now aged 26, her and her friends tried to get together every month or 2 for a ladies brunch. Gossip and drinks were flowing.
When the ladies found out about her in home massage scheduled for later that day, it was all they wanted to talk about, especially the married ladies. They were asking her if she had them all the time since she was single. She told them this would be her first time. They asked her if he was hot, and blushing she replied yes. She hadn't thought about it that way, that she was attracted to this hunky man and that he'd have his hands all over her.
It sent a shiver right through her entire body. Her married friends were very raunchy, asking if he offered happy endings and wondering if he was well endowed. She had never heard of such a thing as a happy ending. One of the ladies saw her face scrunch in a what's that look. So she told her, some masseuse's offer happy endings, bringing the lady to a powerful orgasm with their massage skills.
She sat there, mouth opened in shock. And then stated, that's not the kind of massage I am getting. It's for therapy for my back and neck. The ladies laughed and they all said they'd love a hunky guy to massage them to pleasure.
She was feeling a little bit tipsy when she got into her friends car. They all took turns driving to these brunches so that the ladies could let loose and have some drinks without worry. The whole way to her place the ladies kept teasing her, saying I hope he has magic fingers to hit the spot, and hopefully he has a nice hard cock to massage the hard to reach places. They all laughed as she sat there still shocked and red cheeked thinking of their dirty comments and wondering if that stuff really happened.
When she got home she only had around 30 minutes before Dick would arrive. She decided it appropriate to take a shower before he got there. Not wanting to smell of booze and the restaurant.
As she stripped down to only her thong she had goose bumps all over her body. The alcohol and dirty talk had definitively gotten to her. She had been single for over 8 months. She thought to herself that hopefully the shower sobered her up, she didn't want to look unprofessional to Dick when he got there.
She started the shower and peeled down her thong, she noticed they were soaked and she could smell her own sweet nectar coming from her pussy. She felt between her legs and her pussy was hot and wet. She lightly tickled her clit which felt amazing, her nipples hardening. She shook her head, trying to snap out of it. Nope she said aloud, not now, need to shower and get ready for massage. She thought it could wait till after when Dick was gone and she could use her favourite toys to get herself off.
She showered quickly and made sure not to linger too long on her hot spots, at the end she turned it to cold and stood there for 2 minutes shivering to try and cool herself off and sober up.
When she came out of the shower she towelled off and and put on a thong and sports bra, what she normally wears for her other massages. She sprayed on a little deodorant, even a spritz on her sex, she didn't want Dick to smell how horny she was. She put on a light bath robe and her shoulder length brown hair in a high ponytail.
She looked herself up and down in her floor length mirror, her perky B sized breast standing up proud, and her long sexy legs looked fantastic in her short robe. As she admired herself she was snapped back to reality when she heard the doorbell ring.
Shit he's here she said out loud. She rushed to her front door feeling her cheeks flush again. She opened the door, and there stood Dick. He greeted her warmly introducing himself, she let him in and showed him to the living room where there was enough space for him to set up his table with enough room for him to walk around it during the massage.
Dick asked her how her days was, she replied saying how she and her friends had their monthly brunch with lots of drinks. He laughed and said it sounded like fun. She felt her cheeks redden, and thought to herself, why did I have to tell him about the drinks?
Dick could tell that she was a little tipsy, which was ok with him, helped his clients relax, especially their first times with him. As he set up he was sneaking peaks at her, he thought she was hot, he was 6 foot 4, and could tell she was close to six feet tall herself. He was looking forward to getting his hands on her.
She noticed his table was like a large single mattress, she commented about its size being larger then the ones they use at the massage therapy clinic. Dick told her it was better because he could get up on the table when need be to help with added pressure for difficult angles. She had never experienced anything like that, he could see her face questioning and said, it's completely normal, you'll see how much it helps with those pesky knots and smiled at her.