Everything had changed so suddenly. Jewell had been immersed in a wonderful relationship when her boyfriend got up and left her. To top things off, things weren’t going so well at work, and she felt the weight of the world on her shoulders. But things had slowly improved. She had met a new guy whom she really liked, and found a new job, and it looked like things were on the upswing.
With her last day of work at her old job behind her, Jewell had some time to relax and catch up on some sleep. Dressed in a tiny white tank top that showed off her prominent nipples, and a thong, Jewell was flipping through channels on the TV while subconsciously rubbing her shoulder. “Jeez. I guess I had a lot of stress,” she said trying to rub out a knot that had become noticeable more prominent in the past few days.
It was then that she remembered she hadn’t had a massage in a while. When she was with her old boyfriend, he introduced her to a masseur named Brian. Of all the various masseurs and masseuses she had had in her life, Brian was her favorite. He had a knack for finding all her sore spots without even telling him, and he effortlessly was able to relax her. Of course, the fact that he was easy on the eyes was a bonus. Brian was a lanky asian man in his late 20s, and although she had never really been attracted to an asian man before, she found that over time, his chiseled body and smooth skin was the perfect combination in a masseuse.
“Hi Brian, it’s Jewell!” she called.
“Jewell! It’s been a while. What are you up to?”
“Well, lots of change going on in my life right now, but I could really use a massage. Do you have any time today to come over?”
“I’m free at 2pm, shall we make it a date?”
“That sounds perfect. I’ll see you then.”
Jewell rolled out of bed, stripping off what little clothes she had on as she made her way to the bathroom. As she passed by her kitchen window, she saw her neighbor get a quick eye full of her nude body. Jewell had a little exhibitionist side to her – she wasn’t one to go flashing boys at Mardi Gras, but she did like to tease people now and then.
She looked at herself in the mirror. Her 36D breasts seemed to defy gravity, and her ex-boyfriend used to call them perfect. She thought about how he used to climb on top of her and suckle on her nipples like a baby, she began to get wet. She liked the feeling of being sexual. She liked thinking about how hard her nipples would get, and how he often made her go out without a bra. It made her feel sexy.
Jewell jumped in the shower and made sure to clean all her 2000 parts in anticipation of Brian coming over. A few hours later, the door bell rang.
Jewell opened the door. “Brian!” she yelled and gave him a big hug. It looked like he had put on some muscle since the last time she saw him a few months earlier, and his skin had the golden brown of summer.
“You look great,” Brian said giving her a big hug back. Jewell had put her white tank top back on, and her nipples were already stiff with anticipation. “But you should definitely call me more often,” he said as he lifted his massage table into her apartment. Her studio was relatively large, and he set up his table in a space next to her bed. He lay out a sheet to cover the table, adjusted the face cradle, and then set aside a large, but thin white towel that would be used to cover her.
“Alright. I’m gonna use the bathroom. You get comfortable and we’ll start face down.”
Brian had been nothing but professional in the past while giving her a massage. But she liked the sensation of foreign hands touching her bare skin, and she liked imaging that something else would happen. She pulled her shirts and shorts off, and lay on the table. The towel, if you can call it that, was transluscent, almost like cheese cloth. She chuckled when she remembered her first massage when she was covered by a very large sheet with a heavy towel on top of that. It seemed that the more comfortable they had gotten with one another, the less material Brian used to cover her.
Brian returned to the room to find Jewell lying face down. She was covered from her back to midway between her thighs, but he could see the outline of all her curves under the thin material.
He started working on her neck, and Jewell began to tell him about everything that had transpired in the past few month: the boyfriend that left her, the trouble at work, the weeks of sorrow and tears, and then meeting a new guy and getting a new job. “I don’t know what your ex was thinking Jewell. He was retarded for ever giving you up.”
“Yeah. We had some good times, but he needed some space to figure things out, and my new boyfriend was a good antidote to getting happy again,” she explained as he worked his way down her back.
Brian used just the right amount of oil as always. Just enough to allow his fingers to slide back and forth against her skin, but not enough to become messy. Jewell was in heaven. She drifted in and out of sleep with the delicate touch of Brian’s hand, but as he moved closer to her butt, she started to get excited.
Brian worked her lower back, then pulled back the towel to right below her butt. His strong hands started to knead her glutes, and she could feel him pressing her pussy into the table. Jewell started to get excited. She could feel the wetness starting to form between her legs.
“Is everything ok,” asked Brian.
“Wonderful…Keep going,” she said, not try to sound too overtly sexual.