I'd been going to Susan for a couple of years, ever since my divorce. I had a standing appointment for every Saturday morning for some much needed stress relief. And before you go jumping to conclusions here, I went to her for nothing more than a nice relaxing massage. There was never, ever any hanky-panky so to speak. Not that I didn't get aroused on occasion. It was hard not to. Susan was well fit with a nice looking body, though I had never really seen it of course. Susan was in her late thirties to early forties, though I never asked, or ever would. Though even if she was a good ten years older than I was, she certainly didn't look it. Susan had incredible deep blue eyes with a thick mane of dark auburn hair that fell well past her shoulders. Though whenever she gave me a massage, she usually had it pinned up, so it was rare that I ever saw it down. She was tall too, easily close to six feet, a good inch or more taller than I was. Had she not chosen to become a masseuse, I am reasonably sure she'd have made it as a model. And though again I had never asked, it wouldn't have surprised me to learn that she had once done that anyway.
Over the course of two years, we had gotten fairly close, as friends. And though I never saw her outside of her studio, our conversations became more and more friendly, perhaps even intimate in a way without ever crossing that particular barrier. As I already mentioned, it was hard NOT becoming aroused around her at times, even though her massages were meant to be relaxing, stress relieving and not erotic. I couldn't help it anyway. And I am sure she noticed on more than one occasion. After all, a small towel covering my groin wasn't much of a barrier. And more than once when she lifted the towel waiting for me to roll over onto my back, I am sure she'd chanced a sneak peek here and there. Which again just added fuel to some of my still secret and private fantasies about her.
I honestly don't think that either one of us really realized the slow subtle changes that began to take place between us. And it's not like we really talked about them, or discussed them either. They just sort of seemed to happen along the way. Like the towel for example. I'd never really had a problem with nudity my entire life, so why I went with the flow of allowing her to place that small towel over my ass whenever I came for a massage, never really made much sense to me. Especially when she'd lift it and wait for me to roll over onto my back. Even not fully aroused, just doing that never failed to send shivers up and down my spine, wondering if she had looked, though I usually had my eyes closed for some reason as we did that. And then one day I climbed onto the table, naked as usual when she came in to the room. Immediately grabbing the towel and preparing to place it over my ass like she always did.
"Don't bother with that today," I announced, surprising myself. "It seems to be a little hotter than usual for some reason," I said by way of explanation, though after having said that, I almost immediately realized just how weak of an excuse that must have been. It was the exact same temperature as always. Though thankfully, Susan didn't pay much attention to it, or even comment as she dropped the towel down, picking up one of her oils instead. As she poured a small amount into the palm of her hands and began working it, she asked the usual.
"Any particular areas you want me to focus on?" She asked. A question she had asked me every time, but again...for some reason, my mind was focused elsewhere, no doubt because of the stupid white, little towel. I think I laughed, sort of. Not a big laugh, just a quiet little chuckle, but she heard it. "Wow, you seem to be in an interesting mood today," she actually laughed back, and actually smacked my ass cheek with the palm of her hand before moving up to begin work on my shoulders. "Naughty boy," she had finished, though nothing more was said, or even intimated, or suggested during the entire course of that day's massage. Even when I finally did roll over, thus fully exposing myself to her for the first time really, nothing was said, nothing was done, and nothing happened.
And to my own surprise. I didn't even get a hard on.
The following week started out in much the same way as always, with one minor exception. Susan usually wore a simple tee-shirt and shorts to work in. Something easy enough to allow her the freedom of movement she needed without constraints. Suffice it to say, Susan was rather well endowed. Not overly so, but enough so that there was more than one occasion when I'd actually felt one of her magnificent breasts pressing against me during our massage. Once more, never on purpose (as far as I knew) but enough so that I would lay there hoping for a repeat, though one usually never came. The difference today was, she was actually wearing more of a swimsuit top, though the same shorts, she usually wore. And though it was certainly far more revealing than any of her tee shirts that she wore, it wasn't too over the top there either. I'd seen bikini's that had a hell of a lot less material than her top did. It was just something about that extra hint of flesh that I hadn't seen before that seemed to do it for me for some reason.
"I think you were right last week David," she told me. "I think it was hotter in here than it's been before. I even checked the temperature as well, so maybe it's the added humidity we've been feeling as of late."
"Maybe so," I responded in kind. "We have been experiencing several thunderstorms lately, so you might be right." The fact I had actually been staring at her breasts didn't go unnoticed on her either. I had sat down on the table as I usually did, but when she turned to face me, I lay down on my back, instead of my stomach.
"You want me to start with the front first then today?" She asked quizzically, as I just then realized my error. Sheepishly I smiled at her, already rolling over. "Or are you just in a hurry to get off...the table," she'd added, though I swear there had been the briefest of pauses in her comment when she'd asked that. Was she indeed teasing with me? As I mentioned, we'd grown close, close enough over time that we could sort of flirt, and tease without getting too intimate, or too serious about it. So something like this comment wouldn't have been that out of line had it not been for the fact that as she reached up towards my shoulder blades, I felt both breasts briefly digging into my backside.
"No ah...hurry whatsoever," I responded back. "In fact, I do indeed have an area you can focus a little more on today," I informed her.
"Oh yeah? Where?" She asked enthusiastically. It was a rare thing for me to actually point out a particular area for her to concentrate on.
"Sort of in the small of my back," I indicated, actually reaching around to try and point it out to her. "Don't know what I did, or how...but it's been a little sore all week long."
I felt her hands immediately go to the area, and softly begin working on my flesh, looking for any abnormalities perhaps as she likewise added a little additional oil to my back. I felt a trickle of it actually slither down between my ass cheeks, causing me to squirm just a little involuntarily.
"Oops, sorry about that," she giggled in kind, as she went after it with her hands and fingers. She'd of course massaged my ass cheeks before, but I swear I felt her finger tips dive a little more deeply than normal down between my legs. I couldn't have sworn to it in court, as I may have very well imagined it as well, but for an instant, I thought I felt the tip of her fingers actually touch my balls as she searched out the errant extra oil she had poured on me.
And this time, when it came time for me to roll over, I had a hard on. Not just a bit more fullness from arousal, a real full-blown erection. I was hesitant to even turn over, but I knew by making a scene of it, that it would perhaps make it even more awkward than it already was. And so all I could think of to say as I turned, was..."Sorry," likewise grinning from ear to ear like an idiot, and no doubt blushing a little as I lay there. Susan couldn't help but see it of course. But the professional, which she was, she still managed to defuse the situation a little.
"No reason to apologize David. That's not the first erection I've seen when giving a massage, and I'm sure it won't be the last either."
The thought of that had actually never occurred to me, until now. Susan had appointments all week long, so I was sure she had indeed seen more than a cock or two fully erect. Hell the way she looked, and the way she gave a massage, I was surprised I didn't have one every time I came to her. Though that appeared to becoming more and more frequent for me lately. More than once, I had had to will away a hard on before turning over, though this time had been virtually impossible, though I hadn't really tried to do so either. And what did that mean? Did I subconsciously actually want her to see me like that?
"Close your eyes...relax." I tried my level best, but laying there with this thing sticking straight up in the air as she went to work on my calves wasn't easy. I didn't dare look of course, even when I was tempted to. Wondering if she periodically looked over at it as she worked.
