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Crap! My back was killing me so I called up my masseuse. I've been seeing the same massage therapist for a couple of years now. Mindy is great and works around my busy schedule. She went into business after she lost her job in banking and was able to convert one of her spare rooms into her massage spa. Thankfully she's been making enough money to keep her home out of foreclosure.
I've never told anyone this but I've had a crush on Mindy since the first time I saw her. While she's always been professional, that doesn't stop me from fantasizing about her and her massages. In fact, just thinking about her now is making me wet. Mindy has the body to make most girls envious with her luscious curves. Hell, even she makes fun of her "girls" but I am sure she just does that to draw attention from the guy's. I am thinking she has full D cup breasts with large nipples that make their appearance when she isn't wearing a modesty bra to keep her nipples concealed. Oh, and I'm very jealous of her long, naturally curly hair. While her amber color might come from a bottle, she always looks her best from hair, makeup, and sexy & classy outfit.
Mindy has been my little secret but lately I have been having fantasies of her giving my husband a massage. You see, I have never told my husband that I am bi curious and this might be a way to explore those feelings with him. Yeah, I know that watching two girls is every guy's fantasy and while that might be true I get the audacious feeling it all changes with one of the girls is one's wife.
As usual, I am running a couple minutes late for my appointment. She greets me at the door wearing a white tank top and cotton workout shorts. We spend the next couple of minutes catching up on life and things. She tells me everything that is going on in her life, and how well her business is doing. I then tell her what is new with me and like any two girls, we share what gossip we know. Have to say its good fun and takes the edge off with our girl talk. One question that I have been to embarrassed to ask was why she didn't have a boyfriend?
After catching up Mindy leads me to her massage room, a comfortable space where my fantasies can roam free. When I walk into the room, her table is set up in the middle and she has Sarah McLachlan playing on the ipod player. The room is lightly scented with lavender and because it is, she asks me if I mind scented candles. She prefers the soft lighting that the candles emit.
I tell her, of course, that I don't mind the lavender scent but what I want to ask her is if she is trying to seduce me. It is a conclusion that one can only hope is true!
Since I've been seeing her for such a long time she stays in the room while I undress. This gives us a couple minutes to catch up on things. Once I am undressed, I move over to the table with the appropriately placed hole for my face to be positioned. Mindy places a towel over my behind, and I wonder why she still does that? After all, she's just been looking at my nude body. I've always been comfortable in my skin and didn't mind that she could see all of me. Hell, in a couple minutes she will be touching all of me!
Mindy moves about the room, finding the right oil, adjusting the volume, and then she catches me staring at her. I blush from her catching me and realize how quickly my mind has started thinking naughty things about her. Not that it is all that hard to fantasize about her; Mindy is an attractive woman who works hard at keeping her athletic shape. Besides, I notice her tank top is having a hard time containing her girls.
I anticipate that it is only a couple minutes away from her hands working out all the knots in my body.
A mindy pick one of my favorite massage oils and pours a good amount into her hand. "Are you comfortable?" she asks.
"Yes, I'm very comfortable."
Immediately, Mindy goes to work on my shoulders and I melt into the table letting her fingers pull all of the stress out of me.
My body starts to relax and let go of all the week's stress. I sigh and moan a little while Mindy works her magic on my upper back. Mental images flood my mind and I find myself becoming aroused, imagining her naked. My body immediately responds to the pornographic movie now playing in my head.
Embarrassed from my arousal, I try to push the images I've been conjuring out my head but she is kneading her way back into my fantasy. Mindy's is now working her way down my back. I realize that she's about to work on my lower back and I take a tight rein on my fantasy about her to prevent the inevitable embarrassment that will arise if she has any idea what I am thinking about.
More images flood into my mind and I start to wonder what it would feel like if Mindy were nude with me. Then I start to wonder how it would feel to have her breasts press into my back? As an afterthought, I know my husband would love to see that!
She moves the towel down so that it's only covering half of my ass and deeply massages the tender tissue at the base of my spine.
Mindy playfully slaps my ass and says, "You're really tight here." Then Mindy pulls the sheet down a little farther, working on the top of my buttocks. I'm so turned on by her that I have a hard time relaxing while she's working on my glutes because I'm afraid she's going to discover that I'm soaked with my own juices.
Instead of stopping at the top of my butt as usual, she says, "You really need to let go and relax. Then I can really work out all that tension." Her hands went back to work turning me into putty.
Now, I fear she will be able to notice my arousal. I try my best to relax but what I really want is for her to work the tension out of my sex! I think she must know; must be able to tell somehow. I hope that is just paranoia working in my mind. After all, how would she feel if she found out how turned on I was by her touch? Would that change our friendship? Then, a soothing thought came to my mind in these kind of things must happen to her with other people.
With her hands on my ass, Mindy whispers, "Let yourself go. Relax. Allow your consciousness to drift to that calm place in your mind. You know that I will take good care of you; I won't hurt you. I will just take this tension away."