I am what one would call a "freelance" massage therapist. Except for the small complication of being unlicensed I am pretty good at it, too. I not only get to rub naked ladies on a regular basis, but I even get paid a small fee, too!
Hell of a deal.
I dialed up my message service to see if I had anything scheduled for the weekend. I was actually hoping I didn't, since it was fall the fish were in the river. I was thinking of drifting a lure through some nearby holes, maybe catching one of the elusive fall Steelhead that came in this time of year.
"Hello. My name is Samantha, I would like to book a massage." a sweet female voice said, giving a return number.
I almost never turn down an opportunity.
When I first started, I just used what I had learned from getting massages, combined that with a few night courses at a local trade school.
Next was buying a portable table and some sheets and oils, that simple.
I didn't get a license, yea, I know it is against the law but I didn't give a shit. I figured that being careful combined with an anonymous phone service and the massage board would play hell catching me.
I got away with it for several years, too. I was even building a repeat business as word got around to the housewife types that there was a good looking guy that didn't mind making a massage session..shall we say..more FUN than one might expect from a legitimate therapist?
I had done probably around 75 to a 100 different ladies, every size, shape, walk of life one can think of. Everything from the chubby little gals that probably hardly ever got to have a man tickle their snatch and rub their behind to housewife types with their hubby or mate watching, getting his jollies.
Hell, a couple of them sat in their chairs and whacked off, and some even asked me to climb on the table and screw their woman but I wouldn't do that, I might be a pervert but I am not stupid.
I figured that if they wanted me to do that, how many others had? So I limited myself to what I liked, looking and maybe doing a bit of fingerfucking and titty rubbing, it's a kick.
I got to see so many different pussies and titties that I could write a book just on the variations.
It is funny but women once on a massage table seem to lose all inhibitions, all modesty. There is something about them stripping naked and being covered only by a thin sheet that almost without fail gets them to thinking of the sensual aspects.
I guess that works the same way with men, at least it seems to with me. Over the years I have had lots of female hands wrapped around my cock, getting them to break down and do that isn't always easy, it is like a conquest or something.
I like the conquest, the look a woman gets on her face when she finally breaks the rules.
I quickly learned some key phrases to use during my sessions. I would watch closely and if their breathing quickened or their skin flushed, or if I saw their hips move or legs slightly part, I knew.
"Are you bashful about your breasts?" I would politely ask as I carefully made sure the top sheet covered them.
That got a "No." or a shake of the head about 90% of the time. Some would just reach up and pull it down to their waist, no messing around.
"I have some techniques that are wonderful but a bit..intimate?" I would say, as I gently worked on their hips or thighs.
Then before they could respond I would tell them,
"We can avoid those areas if you are shy."
Very few women want to admit to being shy.
Plus all women like to be looked at with appreciation, those that are somewhat short of spectacular like it even more.
I got very good at appearing to be appreciative, even with the chubby ones and the older housewife types.
Hell, until you manage to get some 60 year old housewife to happily spread her legs and let you look and play with her stuff, you just haven't had any fun, at least not if you are a true pervert like me.
My carefully executed line of rap normally got a positive response and I would be making tiny circles up and down right next to their pussy, letting my fingers tug at them, teasing. Soon they would be moving towards me, wiggling their behinds, trying to increase the touch.
It wouldn't be long before I would be doing my best to bring them to climax with my fingers stuffed inside, and the vast majority would do just that.
Orgasm all over the place.
Some of them popped off like firecrackers, some I would lean down and whisper in their ears, telling them how wonderful they felt.
I was having myself a ball.
Anyway, my idea of an afternoon fishing trip was out, I dialed the number and the same sweet voice answered.
"Hi, you called about a massage appointment?" I asked.
"Oh, yes. I was hoping for this evening." She said.
We agreed on a time, I loaded up and drove to the address. It was quite a ways out in the country, I finally found the turnoff and drove up a small hill to the front yard. The house was an older place, two story, the yard was dark but there were lights on the ground floor.
I knocked on the door, totally unprepared for what answered.
She was beautiful!
She was beyond that, for a moment I lost control, stood there with my mouth open. Samantha was just over 5 feet tall, I could easily encircle her waist with my hands. Her full breasts jutted out obviously braless under the light cutoff T-shirt she wore, the very bottom curve of her breasts exposed below the top. The simple blue jeans were cut so low I could see the flare of her lower abdomen making a "V" shape. Her feet were bare, she had long flowing jet black hair.
Yes, a total vision!
"Hello!" I managed to stammer.
"Come in.", she smiled and stepped aside.
I walked in, looked around. The room was lit by candles, they were everywhere.
"You can set up your table in here if you like.", the silky voice made me tremble.
I was going to like this.
