My name is Dan. I am a Massuer, and I am damn good at what I do.
I am, just like you, a pervert. There is nothing I like more than to get some gal who doesn't know me from Adam to give in, lay back, spread her legs and let me fiddle around, pet, look, stick my fingers inside and feel all the secrets.
Sometimes they are sneaking out on their hubby or boyfriend to get a little of what they are missing at home. Often the boyfriend is present and watching, getting his jollies while I fingerfuck his lady right in front of him.
Men LOVE that, all I have to do is make them feel safe and comfortable and they let me in there and watch me do it to their woman.
Just think about it, your own wife or girlfriend letting a guy like me stick my fingers up her pussy and rub her fat juicy clit until her hips come up and she squeals in pleasure?
What better gift can you give her than the opportunity to actually DO what she would like to do deep down inside. No secrets, no cheating, just simple fun and delicious naughty stuff she isn't "supposed" to do?
Many women really don't want some strange guy's cock stuck in them, they are perfectly happy with yours. But they all like orgasms, and if you make them feel safe and loved, they will spread their legs and let a well mannered and reasonably nice looking guy like me play with them while you get to watch.
It's safe, it's fun, and they will be happy being appreciated, made to feel sexy and beautiful, desired.
You will want to be sure and fuck her senseless after one of my sessions, after all, it's for both of you and then she will feel comfortable and loved again. If she does, you might just get to do it again sometime.
The surprise may be that the reverse is true. I remember one gal I was dating hired a Massuese for me, then she sat and watched as the lady stroked my cock until I blew into the air. My gal was hot as a pistol that night, we screwed around until damn near dawn, slept a few hours and did it some more.
I had a special session night before last, she was bashful and shy. Her name was Carrie, a reasonably pretty little brunette in the 35 year old range or so.
I picked up in seconds on the fact that she was only getting a massage because her husband Martin wanted to watch, hell, we started out with her face down and covered by a sheet but she left her bra and panties on!
I knew my job was to get those things off of her, so I started out all professional with the comments intended to ease her mind.
"That's OK. I will respect your modesty." I smiled sweetly and paid no attention as I stayed busy with the equipment, ignoring the fact that she was half naked under a thin sheet.
{Before they can get set I get them distracted and feeling guilty, it works.}
"Oh course it just makes this a little more difficult, but I don't mind."
As the session went along and I got to the bra strap, I asked permission to unclasp it so I could "properly" work the back muscles.
{Things are feeling good by this time, they always say "OK."}
Well, 99% of the time, anyway.
{The next trick is I pull out my little towel and ask them to slip the bra off.}
"We can use this for a cover, it will be more comfortable and I don't want to get oil on your clothing," I told her.
{Sometimes they will hesitate, especially if the husband is there and it's their first time.}
"Oh, go ahead honey, I am right here!" Hubby popped up with, right on schedule.
Next thing she knew I am rubbing her titties under the towel but not touching her nipples at all and by now I knew she was THINKING about me maybe, just maybe...touching them?
Carrie went along right with the program, I could have written down what happened ahead of time.
When I got done with her legs she was feeling fine, and I got close enough to her pink undies I knew what she was thinking. She was expecting me to take some liberties, braced for it.
After all, she and her hubby had talked about it, they always do, at least he gives her hints and things like that, she knows or she wouldn't be on my table in the first place.
But I DIDN'T take any liberties.
{Now that frustrates them. Here they are all braced to resist and nothing happens to resist?}
"I need to work your glutes, I am feeling tension. But I don't want to get oil on your underwear."
Then I hesitated, took my hands away.
"Maybe I can just work through the drape?" I used my best indecisive tone.
"It's all right." Carrie said, right on que.
She lifted her hips and slid her panties down, struggling a little to try and stay under the sheet since she was still laying on her stomach.
{They must ALWAYS be on their stomach at this point, it gives them a feeling of protection, safety. If you let them get over on their back, those panties WILL stay right in place!}
"Here, let me help you." I carefully reached up and finished sliding them down and off.
After a nice warm and gentle fanny rub, letting my fingers get close enough that I knew it was all she could think of, but never quite actually getting THERE, I had her turn over. I held the sheet carefully while she did, tucking it in well, giving her the snuggly "feel good" sensation.
Working the tops of her breasts I let a nipple peek out. She didn't protest, so I nudged the drape and got the other one out, barely. I let my fingers brush one nipple lightly and got a shudder out of her, that tiny flicker of the eyelids.
Now she was mine.
Carrie had one boob at least twice as big as the other, she even had two different nipples. That isn't uncommon, actually, and don't knock it, they are still fun.
{Realize that very FEW women are completely comfortable with their breasts. Give off a manner of perfect normalcy at this point.}
I saw her peek at me out of slitted eyes to check my reaction. I was simply working, everything was perfectly normal, so she relaxed quickly.
"Your lady is very beautiful!" I told Martin.
"Her skin is as nice as any I have ever felt."
{Women like compliments. They really like them when offered in passing, when the comment sounds real and it is almost like they overheard it.}
By now I had both hands all over Carrie's upper body and her nipples had crinkled right up, she was enjoying the feeling.
