Massage Therapist Meets Ashley

The day started like any other day: review my scheduled appointment notes, clean the room and massage table, fill my supply shelves with fresh towels and check to make sure I have oils and lotions stocked. My schedule for the day was filled with almost all repeat customers, some I was looking forward to working with and some not so much.

As a younger, strong, good looking male massage therapist, I often get repeat customers that try and flirt with me. It's nice to be liked at work and I can tell when a client is a little turned on. It happens quite often but the common tells are moaning, squirming or thrusting their hips, and I have even had clients expose their boobs and pussy on the table. It isn't hard to resist some, but others are quite attractive and I would be lying if I said I hadn't wanted to make a move on them. I like my job and it isn't worth making a move and risking it.

Massages can be intimate at times, with the dim lighting, warm rooms, calming music, and physical touching. At the end of a session I often see people with a glazed look on their face. They have to take a little time to adjust to reality and come out of their almost hypnotic state. When I see that reaction from my clients I know I did a good job and they enjoyed their time with me.

Helen worked the front desk and greets the guests checking into the spa. She would take their information, ask new guests if they have any pre-existing medical conditions or sore areas that the therapists should know about, and point them to the locker room to change. From there clients will shower, put on a robe, and then either go for a water treatment, or relax in our private waiting area for the therapist to greet them and take them to their massage room.

My last appointment of the day was with a new client for a 90 minute full body massage. There were no notes in the booking system so I checked in with Helen to see if my client had checked in yet. When I walked up to the desk I would tell she had something pressing to tell me.

"Here is your next client's check in notes and release. Her name is Ashley, she is 35 years old, uses a wheelchair, and is missing her legs. She seemed very nice but you might want to check with her and see what kind of treatment she wants. She said she has had massage treatments in the past. When I asked if there were any sensitive areas or pre existing injuries she said other than my legs no, but she does want a full body massage."

This was the first time I would be working with a patient with an amputation. My heart was pounding and I was instantly excited and nervous at the same time. I played it cool with Helen and tried my best to not act too excited. I walked into my massage room and gathered my thoughts before stepping out to greet my client. I have always had a thing for amputees and had fantasized about this very situation in the past.

I opened the door to the waiting room and saw Ashley sitting in her wheelchair next to the chairs most clients wait in. She was wearing our white robe that covered her body and draped over the front of her wheelchair. She had light blonde hair that was tied up in a cute updo. She had a beautiful thin face with big blue eyes and flushed red cheeks. She looked a lot like Juliana Hough with rosey cheeks. From what I could tell through her robe she had a nice figure and the belt from the robe was tied tightly across her small waist. As I walked up to her I reached my hand out and said, "You must be Ashley. I am Nick and I'll be giving you your massage today."

As I walked toward her she propped herself up in her chair and gave me a big smile. Her handshake was soft and her skin was very smooth. She had small and delicate hands that my hand swallowed up. I sat down next to her and wanted to ask a few more questions before getting started. "You are booked for a 90 minute full body massage. Are there any areas in particular that you would like me to work on or not work on? And do you have any injuries that I should be aware of?"

"As you can tell, I am a double leg amputee. I had them amputated over ten years ago after an accident. All of my injuries are fully healed. I occasionally use prosthetics but most days I use my wheelchair. It would be great to work my neck, back, shoulders, and arms since they get used quite a bit. Also, if you feel comfortable, you can massage my legs just like anyone else's legs. They can get sore when I use my prosthetics and I will rub my muscles to relax. Would that be ok?" She said in her beautiful soft, high toned voice.

"Absolutely, thank you for the information and back story, that helps me a lot." I said.

"Is everyone here good looking? First the receptionist and now you Nick." She said with a chuckle. She sounded nervous and was trying to break the tension.

It was unbelievable, my dream girl was already flirting with me. I laughed and tried to say something clever but all I could come up with was, "You are a beautiful woman yourself and I am looking forward to working with you." Maybe I shouldn't have said that but she complimented me first.

"I'll walk you into the massage room. If you need any help just let me know. I'll have you start laying face down on the table and you can place a towel over yourself. I'll be in in a few minutes once you are settled." I then stood up and walked her into the room holding the door open for her as she wheeled herself in. I was bubbling with anticipation. She was so pretty and attractive it was hard to keep my cool and hide my attraction.

I closed the door and gave her a few minutes before walking back in. Ashley was face down on the table with her back exposed and arms down by her sides. She had the towel over her lower body starting just above her butt and covering her stumps. Her legs were short, maybe about eight inches long. Looking at the half empty table where most clients legs are was a crazy sight. She had a thin waist line and strong, broad shoulders probably from using a wheelchair and walking on her hands. Her skin was nearly blemish free and lightly tanned. It was a good thing her head was through the table and she was unable to see my growing bulge. I walked in and pushed her wheelchair out of the way and against the wall.

I started by applying oil to my hands and her neck and shoulders. Slowly building in pressure and intensity feeling for knots and tightness in her muscles. As I worked her upper body I could feel her slip further and further into relaxation. Her muscles on her shoulder blades were defined and easy to massage because she was fit and had little fat tissue.

As I began working down her back to her lower back I noticed that as I pressed with a firmer touch into her muscles she would sometimes flex her glutes or squeeze her legs together. Her stumps were still covered by a towel and I was getting ready to start working on her lower half.

I started by gently grabbing the side of the towel and folding it over so that the middle of her butt was still covered but her butt cheek and right leg were exposed. From behind and looking at the back of her leg I could see a thin, smooth scar that stretched the length of the end of her stump. There was a small dimple on the inside part of her scar where it came to an end on her inner thigh. I applied oil to her glute and leg while staring at her beautiful stump. I gently brushed my hands over her skin and slowly increased the pressure I applied to her glute. As my hands and knuckles pushed into her, I watched her muscles and butt tissue slide around my hands. The lines of her body from her lower back, then up and over her cute little butt, then down to her smooth and short stumps were giving me the hardest boner.

The moment I had anticipated really my whole life, massaging an amputee stump. I worked my hands down her leg and to the end of her round nub. My right hand was on the outside of her thigh and hamstring, while my left was cupping the inside of her thigh. I worked my thumbs back and forth and pushed gently into her hamstring. It was hard to keep my left hand away from her groin because of how short her stump was. Once placing that hand there I tried to not move it and make her feel uncomfortable. I worked my thumbs a little harder into her muscles and into her glute muscles. Lastly I grabbed the end of her stump in both hands and gently massaged the skin and tissue around her scar. I tried to be somewhat gentle knowing that scar tissue can be harder and a little uncomfortable for the patient to have massaged.

Ashley never moved throughout my massage of that leg and I took that as a good thing. She seemed very relaxed and in a deep state of meditation. Next, I grabbed the towel and covered her right leg, then moved to the left side of the table and began the same process on the left side. Her left stump seemed a little shorter and it too was round and smooth. The scar was a little longer and even split off into a y shape on the outside of her thigh. The scar was thin and looked well healed and cared for. I again worked her glutes and outer thigh, hamstring, and then the end of her leg before covering her up again.

I grabbed another towel from the towel warmer and gently placed it next to Ashley's head touching her shoulder. I leaned down and softly told her I would be back in just a minute and to please roll over to her back and again cover herself. She responded and then I opened and closed the door behind me. My dick was so hard and protruding into my black slacks. I tried my best to adjust my dick and conceale my bulge while still staying comfortable, but unfortunately it was pretty obvious.

After a minute, I walked back in the room and she had placed the small towel across her breasts and draped the larger towel across her lap. The towel was folded in a way where her stumps were exposed just a little bit but her groin was still covered. It seemed like a tease or at least she was comfortable enough with me to let me see her that way. Her stumps laid in such a way where they looked bent upward and the end of them did not touch the table. They were on display for me to look at and they were gorgeous. This was my first chance to see her chest. The hand towel sized towel was across her boobs but there was a slight mound-like curve to her chest revealing her petite breasts. I was guessing they were an a or b cup but it's always hard to tell when girls lay on their back.

First I started to massage her outer shoulders, arms, and hands. They were limp and relaxed as I moved my fingers through her palm and up her wrist. Her face was relaxed and eyes closed as I continued placing my hands on her beautiful body. I was standing behind her head looking down her small body and over her stumps and it was a sight I would never forget. I moved to the side of the table and was about to start massaging her other arm when she turned her head slightly and opened her eyes for a few seconds. She looked right at my dick and it must have been obvious. I tried to play it off as if I didn't notice she saw it and I wasn't sure how she would take it. One side of her mouth lifted up and she gave a half smile half smirk. I just kept working down her arm and to her hand trying to pretend I didn't see her smile.

That was when she gently closed her hand around mine and held my hand while slowly pulling the towel off of her breasts. She moved my hand to her boob silently asking me to keep going. With my free hand I scooped a handful of oil and poured a handful of it across her chest. She had round, small boobs that complimented her athletic upper body and slim figure. Her light brown nipples were slightly hard and about the size of a quarter. I grabbed one breast in each hand and gently started to slide my hands across her skin and areolas. I slid each nipple between my index and middle finger and squeezed gently pinching her in between my fingers. My lover instincts were kicking in as my masseuse experience wasn't helping me. I passionately slid my hands down her stomach and applied pressure to her abdomen as I moved my hands back and forth up her body and to her breasts. I grabbed one nipple in each hand and squeezed them a little harder this time and watched as she arched her back off the table and let out a long moan. She sucked her lips into her mouth and kept her eyes closed, flattening her back and arching it again.

I wanted so badly to grab her stumps and massage them again from the front this time. I quickly lifted my hands from her body, scooped a little more oil and moved lower down the table. I gently placed one hand on the end of each stump that was slightly exposed. At that moment she flinched ever so slightly making me think I startled her. I hesitated for a second but she again moaned and undulated her body up and down seeming to love my hands on her body. She reached down and grabbed the towel across her lap and pulled it off, dropping it on the floor. It was incredible, I couldn't believe this woman was as turned on as I was.

With one stump in each hand I began squeezing and massaging while looking at her whole naked body laying on the table. Her thin stomach flowed into a completely smooth vaginal mound. She lifted her longer right stump slightly and flared it out to the side revealing her pussy lips. She had beautiful pink labia and smooth skin around her pussy that must have been waxed. I could see her pussy was glazed wet and some juices were coming out of her slit. My hands moved up and down her stumps, getting closer and closer to her pussy every time I moved them back and forth. Ashley was moaning and thrusting as I teased her. Her head was pushed back into the table and her hands on her breasts. Eventually I slid my open palmed right hand over her clit and began to rub it in a circular motion. The longer I went the harder I pressed and more direct I became with her clit.

I moved my head closer to her body and while still using my hand on her pussy I started kissing her stump and sliding my tongue across the top of her leg and toward her pubic bone. I stopped to kiss her pubic area and then moved my lips down an inch at a time, kissing along the way until reaching her clit. I could taste the lavender and mint from the massage oil. I looked up at her body and saw Ashley looking down at me. She continued watching as I sucked on her clit and slid my fingers into her pussy. I kept one hand on her stump and firmly held her beautiful and unique feature.

She was getting louder and louder as she approached climax. Breaking eye contact, her head went back and pushed into the table as she climaxed. She let out a yell, that I really hope the receptionist didn't hear as she orgasmed. My tongue gently rested on top of her clit while she squeezed her muscles and braced herself through her pulsating euphoria. Her eyes opened and she lifted her head and looked at me, "Fuck me," she said very passionately and seriously.

Without hesitation, I lifted off my shirt and pulled my pants off lifting each leg out of the pant leg. My dick protruding out ready to fuck. I grabbed Ashley's waist and pulled her down to the end of the table. Her short and abbreviated body was light and easy to move. She spread her stumps apart and grabbed the end of each stump in her hands. I grabbed the base of my dick and stuck it into her gushing wet pussy. She let out a big breath and moaned as I pushed my dick farther into her. I placed each hand on top of hers that was resting on her stumps. She moved her hands away allowing me to grab her legs while I thrusted back and forth aggressively fucking her tight pussy. She placed her hands on the side of the table and held on tightly to support herself and stop from falling off. As I thrust her boobs moved back and forth.

I watched her breathing increase intensity and her thin belly move up and down as I moved in and out. Then I watched my dick slide in and out of her slit with her stumps spread out as wide as they go. Because of how thin and athletic she was you could see her groin muscles stretching from her pubic area down a few inches into her thighs. It was so sexy. I held my orgasm as long as I could before finally blowing the biggest and most fulfilling load of my life deep inside her.

She moaned and squeezed her muscles tight as my dick pulsed inside of her for several seconds. She lifted her head back up and gave me a smile as I finished my orgasm. My still very hard dick rested inside of her as I let go of her stumps and she let them fall to either side of my torso, which was a mental image that will always make me hard.

Slowly pulling my dick out of her warmth, I grabbed her hands and pulled her up so that she could sit up. I grabbed the back of her head and neck and kissed her right on the lips. She wrapped her hands around my back and kissed me for a minute or so before pulling away and looking into my eyes.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen. Do you know how sexy you are?" I said.

"Not many guys out there feel the way you feel, and I have never been worshiped or touched in that way before. You are a special special man Nick. I'll be back here for you, I can promise that."

I grabbed my work clothes off the floor. Ashley leaned back and smiled with her hands on the table and watched me put my work clothes back on. The thought popped into my head then that I hoped none of my coworkers heard us. I walked over to the side of the room and pushed her wheelchair next to the table and grabbed the robe that was draped over it. I took one final look at her beautiful, glistening, oiled nude body before placing the robe next to her. She smiled and watched me look her up and down. I shook my head in disbelief that that just happened and a beautiful legless woman was sitting right in front of me. I reached over to the counter and grabbed my business card and a pen. I wrote my cell number on the back of the card and slipped it into the pocket of her robe. "You can call me anytime."