As I walked in, the smell of the body oil and extravagant flowers filled my lungs. The lighting was dim and gave off a soft glow to the room. My client, a black woman in her mid-twenties, was already laying there on the bed, naked, with the towel across her back. I walked over to her and covered my hand in oil, then rubbed my fingertips across her shoulder blades to get her used to my touch. Once I was confident that she was, I pushed harder against her back, pushing my palms and fingers a little harder against her skin.
She emitted little sighs and I had to stay focused and professional. I worked my way around her entire back, covering it in the warm oil. I slid my hands down each arm in turn, massaging them all the way down to her wrists. Then I did the same with each hand, gently manipulating palms, fingers, and finally, the wrists.
I moved to her calves and rolled my hands over them, focusing on getting out any knots. Finally, I slid down to her feet, using my reflexology techniques to stimulate the nerve endings. She seemed to be a little ticklish so I moved on quickly. I then asked her to flip onto her stomach. As she did I gave her two towels so she could cover herself to respect modesty.
I started on her stomach, using my fingertips for a gentler approach. When I went back up to her shoulders, I accidentally knocked the towel off one of her breasts. She opened her eyes, smiled, then took the upper towel all the way off.
"Go ahead, continue," she said and closed her eyes.
I was a little surprised and my heart was pounding. She was not the first woman I had massaged topless or nude, but somehow I had not thought she was the type to allow that. Her topless body was incredible, but I needed to stay professional no matter how hard it was. My hands started rubbing and squeezing them gently. I soon realized I had already spent nearly ten minutes on them and tried to bring myself back to reality by deciding to move on.
I headed back down to her thighs, then her knees, calves, and finally feet. As I worked back up to her thighs, I looked at the towel and my mind began to race. I decided that I'd go further and further up her leg until she stopped me. As I inched toward the towel I got more and more nervous. She hadn't even flinched, so slid one hand under and barely touched her vagina. She let out a slight gasp and I couldn't hold back anymore, the professional was gone, I kept my hand under the towel and began rubbing as her breathing got faster, and you let out quiet moans. I slid a finger into her and a loud gasp escaped her mouth. She looked at me with near lust.
