After the longest week I could remember, I came home to drown my sorrows with a long, hot shower. I stripped down and stepped in, feeling my cares begin to melt away under the hot droplets cascading down my body.
As I slowly soaped out the aches and pains from my tired muscles I suddenly decided to see if I could get in a session with my massage therapist. This would just be what the therapist ordered, so to speak, after such a long week.
I tried to call but there was no response. Damn. A sure sign they are either overbooked or busy. With the idea already set in my mind I quickly toweled off, threw on some jeans and a t-shirt and took a short drive to the therapist's studio.
My fears were confirmed as Julie, the usually bright and sparky secretary, gave me a pained look and told me that all therapists were fully booked for the rest of the evening and most of the next day.
By then my legs and back were paining mercilessly and in urgent need of attention.
"Nothing to do but take an early night," I sighed. "Thanks, I'll see you."
I began to move towards the door before she stopped me in my tracks.
"Hang on, if you really need to be seen tonight, I can recommend a place that offers... similar specialist treatments."
When I asked her what she meant exactly, she cocked her head coyly to one side.
"Go find out, tell them I sent you" she whispered, handing me a card. "But don't forget to come back of course!"
She collected her appointment book from her desk and with a flick of her auburn locks strode away down the corridor, leaving me to stare at the card. 'Touch Therapist', an address and phone number was all that was printed in a silver typeface on the otherwise blank card. Decisions, decisions.
I could feel the muscles in my lower back starting to cramp as I stepped outside into the car park. Decision made. I hopped into the car and pulled away.
I pulled up outside the address a short while later and stepped out onto the street. The building was plain and ordinary with blacked out windows. A discreet sign hung above the door, stating simply 'Therapist', and a small plaque on the door read 'Ring Bell to Enter'. I remember thinking I must be insane, turning up without an appointment and not really knowing who I might be letting myself in for.
I rang the bell and stood restlessly, a little nervous perhaps. A speaker on the door frame crackled to life.
"Yes, ... can I help you?" came the confident and professional voice of a young woman.
I explained I was referred from my usual studio and that Julie had sent me. Her tone softened as she invited me to come right in. The door buzzed and I stepped inside.
The room was dark, with only a small lamp on beside a waiting bench and several tea lights illuminating the counter and cash register. I glanced down the corridor that lead off into complete darkness from beside the counter as enticing smelling oils filled the warm air, adding to the calm and comforting atmosphere.
I went to take a seat but straightened up immediately at the sound of a door opening. Light spilled from the opening down the hall.
The slender but shapely silhouette of a woman strode purposefully towards me, dark wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, partially covering her face. Slim tanned fingers fastened a couple of missed buttons on her short blouse as the almost see-through wrap around her waist rusted lightly over her shapely hips.
"Hi. I don't think I've seen you here before. I'm Mel."
She offered her hand which I gladly took. I could feel a tingle shoot up my spine as she held my grip and tossed her hair to the side, revealing her gorgeous olive features in the glare of the tea lights.
"You're here for a one hour touch session, yes?" she asked with a coy smile, which left far too much to the imagination.
"Uh, yeah," I uttered, feeling slightly off guard. "Some deep tissue work is what I need actually."
"Of course," she said, breaking our gaze and moving behind the counter. "Please sign the book. You can pay when the session is complete."
She curiously fumbled with the book momentarily, and then without hesitation turned and retreated back down the hall.
"Just take a seat for a moment or two, I'll be right out," she said over her shoulder.
I stood motionless for a second watching her firm Hispanic butt disappear back into the room. Weird set up, but who was I to argue?
I sat down, picked up a magazine from the side table and began to casually thumb through it, occasionally glancing up to look for any sign of my hostess. I noticed the magazine was mostly full of adverts for lingerie, dancing and massage oriented adult businesses in the area.
As I continued to look through I noticed a seductive photo of a striking blonde middle-aged woman, with the words 'Touch Therapist' in a familiar silver typeface printed above. She stood leaning forward, cupping her ample breasts and pouting at the camera.
The caption underneath read, "I am here to make your wildest dreams cum true". I immediately noticed the word "cum" was emboldened. The penny finally dropped. Julie really did mean "specialist treatments".
After a short while Mel stepped out from the doorway and beckoned me. I tried to keep my eyes level as she ushered me in but couldn't help noticing the fullness of her breasts straining through her blouse. She definitely wasn't the woman in the photo but was equally as inviting.
The room was dimly lit by candles surrounding the massage table in the center. The thick, warm aroma of oils filled my senses as tranquil music played in the background. I felt my heart rate quicken slightly – this wasn't the clinical set my usual therapist used. Never had it been so alluring.
"You can pop your clothes on the chair in the corner. Just make yourself comfortable on the table. There is a towel to cover yourself if you want one. I'll be back in one minute."
The anticipation was beginning to build. An hour previously I'd been in the shower longing to be touched and now the reality that I might be about to get more than I bargained for was hitting me in all the right spots.
Mel closed the door and moved away, her soft footsteps padding on the tiled floor. I quickly undressed and stretched a little, feeling the tense knotting in my shoulders and lower back. I was also beginning to feel a different kind of tension lower down.
Control was never usually a problem, but as this situation seemed anything but usual to me I lay myself front side down on the table and draped one of Mel's warm towels over my buttocks. I could feel a pulsing sensation running around my groin and through the length of my shaft as I imagined her touch.
I could faintly hear her talking on a telephone in mumbled tones and when I heard her say good-bye and hang up I breathed in deeply and let my body relax completely, despite my growing arousal.
Mel let herself back into the room.
"All comfortable, warm enough?" she asked as she picked up a bottle of oil and began pumping some into her hands.
"Yes, fine thanks," I uttered. "Couldn't be better."
She chuckled and rubber her hands together, warming the oil.
"Place your head into the face rest and relax. Leave the rest to me," she murmured, as she walked over to me and began massaging my neck and shoulders.
She worked her hands firmly across the tops of my shoulders and down the length of my spine, relieving my tight muscles almost instantly. I groaned slightly as she worked the knots around my neck before moving further down my back, stopping just short of the top of my ass.
Her touch was mesmerizing, so much so I could feel my body melting into the table as she began working her fingertips deftly up and down my sides. I could sense her hips pushing against the edge of the table, almost touching me as she continued working her hands. She began moving her palms slowly across the cheeks of my ass, kneading them in a very sensual way.
"Hmm, you're definitely firm in all the right places. Work out much?"
"When I get time," I replied, battling to concentrate as she channeled her sensual energy into my body.
"It makes my job a lot easier when the form is firm and the muscles stand out on their own," she continued. "It's hard...you know, rubbing oils into naked flesh without feeling, well... a little turned on."
"I think I know what you mean," I stammered, feeling my balls jump and my cock begin to harden.
Mel began to gently but deliberately slide my legs apart and I could feel the cool air on my balls as the towel slid off me. She continued working her way across my cheeks and down my legs before firmly moving her hands up my inner thighs.
By now I could feel my shaft hardening underneath me and straining against my stomach. Mel's touch was turning me on and I knew, to my embarrassment, it was just a matter of time until she uncovered my throbbing erection.
I felt her drizzle more oil across my ass before working her way into the crevice between my cheeks, pausing slightly as she massaged round my hole. She took three fingers together and rubbed the opening for just a second, making my hips jump involuntarily.
"Everything alright?" she cooed, moving her fingers down further and gently massaging my balls.
