Her name was Linda. I heard about her and her service from a friend. She was in her mid-forties and had an aristocratic look; slim with sharp features. When I first met her I thought she was a rich sophisticated lady who was looking for some excitement in her life. That opinion hasn't changed. That first meeting went well. We met for coffee. Even in her trim business suit you could see she was attractive, and more than a bit sexy. Tall and slim, she dressed to accent her build. Her hair was a doe brown, cut in a short, pageboy style. She was dressed in a white blouse that buttoned in the front. The top three buttons were left unfastened providing a clear look at her marvelous cleavage. It was clearly obvious that she was very well endowed. I'm sure she wore a flimsy bra; as her nipples provided a continual distraction somehow remaining hard and visible during our conversation. Her angle long pants were appropriately snug, outlining her slim, very long legs and still tight ass, considering her maturity. She struck me as one very attractive, mature woman.
The conversation went pretty much has my friend had said it would. Linda ran a very exclusive erotic massage service. Every session was different based on the needs, desires and sexual preferences of the client. So it wasn't very long into a talk, once she was comfortable with me as a client that the informal conversation turned into a rather explicit interview. Surprisingly, I was totally at ease talking with this woman. Her smile seemed to hint at sexuality and intimacy at the same time, making me feel as if I had known her for some time. This was a good thing because the interview rapidly became very personal. She first explained about her service. The session would be based on my desires and preferences, but I would have little to do with the design of the session beyond the interview. She would create the session for me individually. No two sessions were alike. The real interesting thing is I would not be aware of what the session would be like until it actually happened. It would be a total surprise, even to the point of me wearing a blindfold for most of the session. My friend, who really didn't go into great depth on his session, had mentioned particular twist. It was what really turned me on about Linda's service.
Quickly my interview turned personal. What were my sexual habits, likes and dislikes? Had I ever been with two women? Did I enjoy it? Had I ever been with a man? What type of woman do I prefer? Large breasted? Small breasted? She took notes the entire time. My answers seemed to be all over the map. I even tried to impress her by answering the question on what type of women I preferred. I described her; bring a smile to her sexy lips. The other answers: yes to having sex with two women and enjoying it. I said no to having been with a man but admitted to being bi-curious. She spent a bit more time on this subject than the others. She wanted to know what I meant by bi-curious. I told her I often fantasized about giving another guy a blowjob and of even having a guy fuck me in the ass. Again, she flashed that intimate smile as I revealed my most inner secret. She asked how often I had this fantasy. I was pretty vague with my answer, but when pressed told her I often thought about what it would be like giving head to another guy. I even admitted that having those thoughts got me hard and that I occasionally masturbated thinking of being fucked, anally and orally, by two guys at the same time.
Linda continued to take notes during my intimate confession, she even stared a couple of answers to make them standout.
After about thirty minutes we were finished. She told me she had enough information to set up a very erotic session. That she asked if I was truly comfortable having her do that, knowing that it would be a surprise to me. She also added that the session might be something complete different for me and if I became uncomfortable at anytime I could stop it. I told her I was okay with the process and looking forward to the session. Then I asked what role she would play. Linda told me she had a number of people on her staff. The actual make up of the session could involve one, two or even three people. As to if she would be involved, that wouldn't be decided until the session was designed. Than she gave me a hug that turned into a deep kiss, her ample breasts pressing against my chest. With that she walked away; leaving me to stare had her tight ass as she left the coffee shop.
Two days later, at 7:30 P.M., I parked on the street in front of a well kept, two story, home located in a quiet suburban neighborhood. The location surprised me, as I thought Linda's service would be located more downtown. Walking up the front steps, I rang the doorbell. Linda answered almost immediately. She was dressed in a soft cotton blouse with at least half the buttons undone. The thin material parted to show her magnificent cleavage and barely hid her nipples, visible beneath the nearly transparent material. Her skintight jeans reached to the bottom of the black high heels she wore. She smiled invitingly and directed me into her living room. The house was well decorated and reinforced my opinion that Linda was a bored, sophisticated socialite. Passing through the living room we entered what was probably the old master bedroom, now turned into a massage studio. In the center of the room was a massage table. The walls of the room were lined with mirrors. There was also one directly above the table on the ceiling. Something about the table struck me as odd, and as I approached it I realized there were a couple of major modifications to it. For one thing, the bottom half of the table was divided. Essentially each leg would be on a separate, and apparently moveable, section of the table. Linda caught my quizzical look and explained that she designed the table herself. It was created spread the legs of the person receiving the massage. She said it made it easier for her masseuses to work on the client's legs and buttocks. I nodded in agreement, noting also some mechanical workings in the center of the table. Rather than question her further, I simply waited for direction.
" Why don't you get undressed," Linda said pointing to a robe hanging on the door. "Slip into the robe, I have to get some things ready. I'll be back to show you to the shower." As she closed the door behind her, I started to undress.
Standing nude next to the massage table in such a large room, my reflection all around me, made me wonder exactly what was in store for me. There weren't any exotic toys or S & M playthings in site. The room held the massage table and a table with some lotions, lubricants and towels. Nothing seemed weird, except perhaps the mirrors, so I reached for the robe and put it on. Then, once covered I sat on the edge of the table.
A few minutes later there was a soft knock on the door. Linda entered, now dressed in a short, white robe similar to the one I wore. I stood up. She smiled, "I hope your comfortable and it's warm enough for you."
I nodded and mumbled "yes."
Then, much to my surprise, she slipped her robe off and hung in on the door. "Are you ready for your shower," she asked, now standing completely naked before me.
I'm sure I gave an audible gasp as I gazed at her naked body. She was as attractive as I envisioned. Her breasts weren't as perky as I'm sure they once were, and she was probably a couple of pounds heavier than her younger days. But she was a beautiful, mature woman, buxom and curvy; her round hips circling a trimmed patch of doe brown pubic hair. As I stood dumbfounded she walked over to me and untied my robe. Pulling it off my shoulders she removed it and hung it next to hers on the door. Then, coming back to me, she pressed her soft, fleshy breasts into my chest and again gave me a deep kiss. Our lips locked and out tongues met passionately. My cock responded appropriately. Breaking the kiss she took my hand, " More of that later," she said. " Now it's time for our shower."
Linda guided me through another door that led to a master-bath. There was a large tub on one side of the room and next to it was an equally large, glass-enclosed shower. She opened the shower door and reached in, turning on the water. I followed her into the shower and immediately we embraced again. Her kisses were hot; her fleshy body was both sexy and comfortable. Her breasts pressed against my chest as the water ran over us made me hard. Again she broke away. This time it was to reach for a bottle of liquid soap and a sponge. She proceeded to slowly wash my body. She stared at my shoulders and worked her way down, taking a bit longer with my now rock hard cock. After rinsing the soap off me, she ended the shower with a couple of kisses. The first to my lips, the second was to the head of my cock, followed by engulfing its length into her mouth.
Stepping out of the shower, she dried me off and sent me back into the massage studio as she dried herself. "Lay down on the table," she directed. " I have to get a couple of things from the other room. We'll start in just a minute." She put on her robe and started to open the door when she stopped short. "I almost forgot the most important part," she said as she picked up a black sleeping mask from the table. It was to serve as my blindfold. I slipped it on as directed and lay face down on the table. I was nervous, excited and curious.
