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.
He was shaking from both fear and excitement. His college crush, the woman he would have killed to see naked, was asking him to undress her.
"Um... I... this is not really..."
"Shhhh," she whispered. "I won't tell." She giggled playfully.
Vince hesitated, his hands lifted partially towards her. She was his boss... she was his crush. This was a huge step. He would have liked to say that he wondered if he'd get fired if he didn't agree to her demands. But he was more focused on how much he'd love to see her naked at last and if his fantasies would get killed by reality.
"Go ahead. It's only a few buttons." She stood there with her shoulders pulled back a bit, pushing her breasts towards him. They looked lovely to him. Her blouse was cut a little low, exposing her cleavage and the top of her black, lacy bra.
Vince started unbuttoning her top, slowly exposing the flesh beneath. She helped pull it free from her skirt as he worked, and when he finished, she let it fall from her arms. She neatly folded it and lay it on the nearby chair beside his shirt. Then she turned around so he could unfasten her bra.
He swallowed hard, knowing that he was actually going to see her breasts for the very first time. These were the breasts that he'd fantasized about for years. And they were going to be right there in front of him.
She cocked her head to the side and pulled her long hair away, so he had easy access to the clasp. When he unfastened her bra, she slid it down her arms and placed it with the other clothing. He could see her breasts from behind and his cock actually twitched. They were absolutely beautiful... even from this limited view.
"Get the zipper, would you?" she asked, indicating her skirt zipper.
He nodded and his hands automatically went to the back of her leather skirt. He pulled the zipper down slowly, his mind reeling from it all. He could see the hint of her skin and the top of her black lacy panties behind the zipper. When it was all the way down, she turned around and faced him.
"Can you help me slide my skirt off?" she asked, almost innocently.
Vince felt paralyzed. His eyes were fixed on her beautiful, full breasts. Her nipples hard and pointy. It felt like all of the blood in his body rushed to his cock and out of his brain in that one instant. He was overwhelmed with lust and dropped to his knees, his hands moving to her skirt at her thighs. He helped pull it down as she wriggled her hips and then helped her balance as she lifted first one foot free, then the other. She tossed her skirt with the rest of the clothing.
Vince had a hard time looking at her at this point. She was almost completely naked for heaven's sake. But she wasn't going to let that be enough.
"Hello... my panties please," she said mocking impatience.
He looked up and almost creamed his pants when he saw her in just her panties. Her real body was so far better than any fantasy he'd ever had. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. She hooked her fingers in her panties and started pulling them over her hips, but waited for him to help her. He grabbed the frilly material with his hands and slowly helped slide them down her long legs. Then he helped balance her again as she stepped out of them. She tossed them aside as well and just stood there over him, looking down.
"Mmmm... Something about a man on his knees," she whispered. She put her hand on his head, threading her fingers through his hair. "Oh, the things I could do right now. But... massage." She turned and walked to the table and slid onto it, onto her stomach, as he watched from his knees.
"Fuck!" he whispered to himself. His cock was throbbing so hard he wasn't sure he'd be able to stand. If nothing else, he knew he was going to be tenting his pants. Vince took a deep breath, trying to give himself a moment of composure, then stood. He could feel his cock straining beneath his pants.
He moved to the head of the table and applied a little bit of warm massage oil to his hands. Then he began working on her upper back and shoulders. She moaned softly beneath him, a sound he loved hearing, but otherwise was quiet and relaxed. A few minutes into the massage, she started talking to him.
