Massaging the Teacher
Vince finally got lucky after graduating from High School three years ago. College wasn't right for him, so after two semesters, he quit. But then he had a hard time finding a good job. Of course, there aren't many jobs to get when you have little-to-no experience and you want to live in an apartment and need a car. He knew that college wasn't for him, but he had to find something that would help him pay the rent... and having some food to eat would be a bonus. He'd kept in great shape since High School. He had been on the football team, so it just came naturally to keep working out. And with a lot of time on his hands, he could be in great shape and keep it that way.
A friend suggested that he look into Massage Therapy since he was strong, he knew about some sports injuries, enjoyed working with his hands, and enjoyed helping people. And it didn't take too long to get a degree and license. So he went to school and spent the next year there getting his degree and then becoming a massage therapist, licensed by the state.
From there he got his first real break at a job, working at a local massage parlor on the other side of town. It was a small place, with only three therapists along with a couple of support staff. But he got hired in at a really good pay and with tips he'd be making what he considered pretty serious money. And he knew that if he played it up with his looks a little... yeah, flirting, just like the women did... that the tips would even be higher.
And he was right! Right out the gate it was turning out to be a really good job for him. He was making good money, he was in a good mood, and he finally had a girlfriend after a long dry spell.
And his life changed when she walked in... Professor Carrington... his college math teacher. She was a bombshell that he had the biggest crush on. She would stand at the front of the room in her blouse, skirt, and heels, and completely captivate the room. He bet every boy in that room had a hardon the entire class. He know he did at least. Every single day he'd fantasize about her and masturbate, envisioning all sorts of lurid acts happening in that classroom when everyone else had left.
They were both a few years older now, and he hadn't seen her since his first semester at the college, but she was still as hot as ever. And she dressed the same way, even coming in to the massage parlor.
"Vince!" she said, smiling brightly, and walking up to give him a big hug. "It's so nice to see you again. It's been a long time."
He was awestruck by the feeling of her warm body against his. He'd never hugged her before this, hell never even shook her hand. Her body was warm and soft and so inviting. He could feel her breasts press against his chest and it gave him an instant hardon. Every fantasy he'd ever had came flooding back into his brain, arousing him.
"Yeah... it's nice to see you, too," he said, unwrapping his arms from around her as she released the hug. She held his shoulders in her hands and looked him up and down.
"You've grown up to be a very handsome man," she smiled.
He blushed at the compliment. It wasn't often that your crush compliments you like that. "Well, thank you."
"And boy are you fit!" Her hands moved down and over his upper arms, feeling the muscles. "You must work out a lot still. You were big even when I first met you."
He was surprised that she even noticed him. He was pretty shy back then and did everything he could to keep out of the spotlight. "Thanks... it takes work, but I enjoy it." His thoughts took him back to work again and he tried to bring their conversation back to that. "So what brings you in today?"
"Well, I was running the other day and I think I pulled something in my thigh or hip," she said pointing to the area where her left thigh met her torso... a spot so very close to her... uh... "It's really sore."
"Ok," he said. 'I can be professional about this,' he thought. Really he could. "I think we can take a look at that and see what I can do."
"Good. Thank you. I do have a confession to make, though," she said, looking like she did something bad.
"A confession?" Vince's hyper-sexualized mind was racing...
"Yeah. This meeting was a little bit... planned. You see my husband and I actually own this massage parlor."
"Oh... uh... I had no idea."
"And when I saw your application... I just knew we had to hire you. And... I wanted to make sure you were given a good salary, too."
"Wow!" he said, shocked. She really remembered him from High School. "Thank you. Really. You don't know how much I appreciate that."
She smiled. "Well, you can thank me by giving me a good massage."
"That I can do," he smiled back. It was nice just having a pleasant time with her. "I'll just step..."
"Aren't you wearing more than normal? I'm told you generally don't wear a shirt," she said.
"What?" he asked. How did she know...
"Oh... people talk. Why don't you take it off?"
Vince looked at her, a little confused. "Take off my... my shirt?"
"Yeah. Go ahead."
"Um... ok...," he said a little uncomfortable. He slid his t-shirt over his head and laid it aside. When he turned back he could see the look of appreciation... the look of pure lust... on her face.
She took the two steps towards him and put her hands on his bare chest. Her fingers traced the muscles on his chest and abdomen, giving his hardon a huge boost in stiffness.
"Very nice," she whispered. "I just had to see for myself."
Vince backed up a step. "Ok... so I'll step outside so you can... you know... get undressed. When you're done just lay on your stomach under the sheet." He turned to walk away, but she stopped him.
"No need to leave, Vince. In fact... why don't you help me." She stepped in front of him again and waited.
