My wife's name is Maria. She speaks with a slight accent, but not much; just enough to make her seem exotic. She was born in America, but she actually likes to let people think she is from somewhere else. She enjoys keeping people, especially men, guessing. Her skin is naturally a nice bronze color, and she doesn't bother tanning at all. She thinks it's funny that other women are always trying to get their skin to look like hers. She is 5 feet 1 inch tall, and weighs less than 100 pounds. She has long dark brown hair, down to her waist. She is strong for her size, with a very firm little butt, and her breasts are a wonderful mouthful. She used to just trim her pubic hair short, but a few years ago she began waxing it. She hates doing it, but the result is so nice and smooth she keeps it waxed now.
She trained as a masseuse when she was young, and started working professionally as a masseuse soon after she turned 19. It's true these days she calls herself a massage therapist, but when she first started she called herself a masseuse. She thought the exotic sound of being a masseuse matched her exotic looks and speech, but, sadly, too many men assume masseuses are prostitutes, so she took up using the therapist title. So, her first job was working for a gym, giving massages to members. She did have to gently fend off a few advances in her first job. After all, she is beautiful and very sexy. But the place she worked was obviously not a front for prostitution, so men who were looking for sex for hire didn't go there. They actually just wanted massages. There were several women who wanted massages, too, but Maria says most of her clients were men.
A few years later we moved to another city, and Maria found another job as a massage therapist. She went to the interview, then came home and said she needed to talk to me about the job. They offered her a job, but she said the place obviously wasn't only about massages. She told me she had talked with the girl who interviewed her, who was named Nancy, and told Nancy she wouldn't be doing anything but giving massages. Nancy told her that would be fine, but Maria would need to wear the costume they all wore, and turn out for the lineup each time a customer came in, unless she was giving a massage. To Maria and I this sounds very much like what we heard cat houses were like, and it certainly didn't sound like legitimate massage therapy. In any case, Maria wanted to work, and thought it might be fun to try working in such a salon, even if she quit soon.
The reason she had to speak with me before taking the job was because Nancy said I had to see the uniform she would be wearing and tell Nancy it was OK for Maria to work in it before she would hire my wife. So I had to go in, and view the lineup for myself. It was rather fun. The girls knew I wasn't a prospective customer, but lined up for a few seconds before going their own ways. For her last job Maria had worn a nurses outfit. The uniform these girls wore was similar, in that it consisted of a nurses uniform top, but they weren't wearing the uniform pants. I was pretty sure I caught a glimpse of little pairs of panties under those tops.
After the other girls had gone Nancy came to speak with me, and asked me if it was OK for Maria to wear just a uniform top with just white panties on her bottom. With that, Nancy lifted the bottom hem of her top up high, and showed off her tiny sheer panties. I could see just how she had trimmed her pussy hair, through her panties. Nancy said any white panties would do, they didn't need to be like hers. Nancy also pointed out all the girls were braless, and Maria would need to be, also. She mentioned they also wore sandals, but that detail didn't seem too important.
Well, I certainly could see why Maria had said she knew this place wasn't like her old place. I also knew Maria had seen the uniform before, and spoken with Nancy about it, but still wanted me to see it and give my approval, so she could take the job, even if only for a short while. I must admit, even as sexually liberal as I am, this uniform took me by surprise. At first I was going to say no way to this. But Maria was standing there holding my hand, gazing into my eyes, giving me a very sexy little smile. As I stood there thinking about it, I began to think having my nubile little wife prancing around in just her panties covered by a short uniform top might be fun. So I said OK, she could try it.
In those days we had only one car, and Maria had to take the bus to work, and I told her I would pick her up each evening after work. As I waited for her the first evening of her work I was amazed at how exciting it was to me to think of her being in their giving men massages while she was only half dressed, if I could call it even that much dressed. After she came out from work she settled into the car, with a sexy little smile on her face. When I asked her how it went, she told me it went fine. I asked her if she enjoyed it, and she said she did. As I drove her home, my own imagination was driving me wild, while she was just being coy.
As it turned out, though, while my thoughts had ranged into very naughty territory about what may have happened during her first day of work, she finally laughed, and told me nothing happened, other than giving massages while wearing next to nothing. She said a couple of the guys did try to unzip her top, which happened to be one she had which actually zipped all the way down the front, but she didn't let them unzip it. She pointed out this was actually nothing new, as guys had been trying that from time to time even at her old job. But she did find it exciting to be giving massages while wearing just panties, and not her pants for the uniform. We stayed up much too late taking advantage of the sexual charge this new job of hers had given us.
During the first week of her new job Maria asked me just what would be OK for her to do, or let the guys do. When she first asked about it I thought about it a few minutes, while I played with her warm and willing body, and decided I thought it would be OK if she let some guy unzip her top, if she wanted. She seemed to think that might be fun, and rewarded me well for permission. Now, many people reading this might think a woman shouldn't need permission to do what she wants, but that's the way we are, and it works well for us. So Maria had permission to let some guy unzip her top. I was secretly wondering just what some guys would do if they got that far, and just what she might let them do. We left all that unsaid, as we enjoyed another romp in bed.
The next day was Saturday, and I took Maria to work, and dropped her off. She said she had butterflies, and bounced off to the door. That evening Maria came dashing out and hopped into the car, leaned over and grabbed my head with both hands, and stuck her tongue into my mouth. After the kiss she blurted out "Three guys unzipped my top today!"
"Oh?"
"Yea."
"And, is that all they did? You know, little girl, I kinda doubt they just unzipped your top and then just put their hands down like good little boys."
