“I’m going to try out some new techniques on you today,” Vicki said. Vicki had been Seth’s masseuse for nearly a year now, and every month or so, Seth would strip, lay out on Vicki’s massage table, and let the 40-something masseuse work her magic. Seth had learned to trust Vicki over the course of those visits, and he had never been disappointed by her work. If she wanted to develop her technique even further—well, he felt he was in for a real treat!
“Sounds good,” Seth replied. He was face down atop the table, lying comfortably under Vicki’s soft linen sheet. “When I get to the newer methods,” Vicki continued, “just let me know if you don’t like it and I’ll stop.”
“Sounds good.”
“Alright, let’s begin.” And with that Vicki was under way. Vicki always began each massage the same way, with the same new age-y incantation. She would place one hand atop the sheet in the middle of his back, and one hand atop the sheet at the small of Seth’s back: “This is your time. This is your time to relax. Feel the weight of your body supported by the table, supported by the earth. This is your time. Nothing to think about, nothing to say, nothing to do. Let the weight of your body sink down into the table, sink down into the earth. Feel the earth calling to you, inviting you to relax, inviting you to receive the gift of massage, inviting you to just drift away.” The peaceful new age music and nature sounds playing softly on the stereo, the comforting fragrances of the massage oils—Seth always relished his time spent in Vicki’s small studio.
After about an half hour under Vicki’s care, Seth was blissfully intune with the universe again. Vicki had massaged his back, his legs and his feet. Her combination of vigorous kneading and eastern acupressure to “open up and align the channels of energy” was working its usual magic. It was at this point, where Vicki would usually lift up the sheet and ask Seth to roll over onto his back, that she tried out her first new technique.
Lifting the sheet in a way she never had before, Seth felt the cool air on his oil-soaked feet, then on his thighs, and then on his bare ass! Vicki realigned the sheets so Seth’s legs were covered, but his rear was now exposed to his masseuse.
Without a further word, Vicki used her dispenser to squirt more oil onto her hands. Seth could hear her rub her hands together, warming the oil. Her first touch on Seth’s ass was electric. Seth had never had an ass massage before, and though he had often fantasized about his slender, middle-aged masseuse touching him so intimately, he never thought she actually would! Although Vicki’s kneading of his ass cheeks and the muscles of his gluteus maximus was therapeutic, Seth still couldn’t help popping an erection. Luckily he could hide it from Vicki under his body!
“Vicki, that feels terrific.”
“I’m glad you like it. Now just enjoy; just drift away and receive the gift of massage.”
As Vicki worked on Seth, she was showing no reluctance to handle his butt in order to reach every inch of his ass. She forcefully separated his cheeks, exposing his asshole, and vigorously worked each cheek with her powerful thumbs and palms. She even reached down low enough to gently rub the perineum—the famous “taint” between his balls and his ass!
So far south had her hands wandered, Seth knew that Vicki had to be able to see that he was getting an erection at this point. It turned him on to think that he was exposing his penis to his older, but still sexy, woman.
Yet, what happened next made the ass massage seem like nothing. Vicki began to massage the crack of his ass, and then began to circle Seth’s asshole gently with her thumb.
“Although this is not an official chakra,” Vicki said, referring to those seven mystical energy vortexes on the body, “I think it should be. There’s really so much energy contained here. Don’t you agree?”
“Oh, yes,” Seth moaned.
“What’s even better,” Vicki continued, “is that this is the only chakra on your body where I can do this,” and she slid a slender finger into Seth’s anus.
Energy exploded through Seth’s body; his cock engorged to its full girth. An involuntary moan swept through his entire body. Vicki’s finger reached a shallow depth, then began to retract, and then slid deeper inside him.
“That’s very good,” Vicki said, a smile in her tone, “you’re responding very well.” She was slowly circling her finger inside Seth’s asshole.
“Ooooh, Vicki.”
“Young men like you have so much energy, a normal massage just can’t realign all of it properly.” Her finger was now moving in and out of his bottom, penetrating him deeply and then shallowly, deep and then shallow.
Seth was in heaven; not only was he receiving another great massage from his favorite masseuse, but now this sexy, wispy older woman was touching his most private of places, violating his ass in the most erotic way with her lovely long fingers.
With one last slow thrust, Vicki inserted her finger into her patient’s bottom as far as she dared go. Leaving it there for a ten-count, she intoned: “Feel how you body seeks to close itself. Feel the energy sent off into every direction of your body.” She began to slowly withdraw. “Feel how your body comes back down after the energy was let lose. Feel the energy in your body fall into its normal courses. Feel the relaxation that follows. One body, perfectly relaxed, perfectly at peace.”
Vicki covered Seth’s ass again with a sheet, strode across the studio to the sink. Seth could hear the water flow and Vicki vigorously washing her hands with soap. After a little while, Vicki returned, lifted up the sheet and directed Seth to roll over onto his back.
Seth did so, and when Vicki resettled the sheet on him, Seth’s erection tented out the soft linen sheet. She said nothing, but re-oiled her hands and began to continue the massage. First, Seth’s arms, then the other side of his legs, and then his feet again. After about twenty minutes, Vicki was near the head of the table, about to begin, Seth knew, on his shoulders and upper body. Seth’s erection had since gone down; though he kept thinking about Vicki’s anal attention, and he could not believe that his mild-mannered flower-child masseuse had put her finger there, his body had settled again into the rhythm of the massage, receiving Vicki’s touch and relaxing.
Seth’s eyes were still closed, but he heard a rusting of fabric above his head. Then, he heard Vicki squeeze the bottle of oil and rub more into her hands. “Open your eyes,” Vicki ordered into a mellow tone.
When Seth opened his eyes, he saw that his masseuse had removed her top! Vicki’s breasts were small, B-cup size, and had a slight, natural sag. The nipples were small and pink. Her skin was very white, and from this exaggerated angle she took on the aspect of a nature goddess.
“Let your eyes feast on the sight of my breasts. Enjoy the look of a woman. Women are healers, women are nurturers. Look at my soft breasts, where infants are held close and nurse. You are a man, and it is right that you would enjoy the sight of my body. Feel the power of my body; feel the power of my energy, feel its pull balancing yours. You are man, I am woman.”
With that, Vicki leaned forward, massaging Seth’s young chest. Her hands rubbed his pectoral muscles, cupped his shoulders. As Vicki leaned over Seth, her small breasts hung inches above his face, and the twenty-four year old could not believe the close up Vicki was giving him of her womanly globes! His glance went from her nipples to the curves of her breasts to noting how white and fine was her skin. In no time, his cock grew again until it strained against the linen, aching for release!
“Oh, my god, Vicki.” Seth could not help himself, could not believe the show this erotic earth goddess was putting on for him! He was afraid if he said anything it would break the mood, but he could not resist moaning out, caught as he was in the chains of a spiritual lust.
“Do you enjoy the sight of my breasts?” Vicki asked, while she massaged Seth’s chest.
“Yes. Very much.” Seth sounded awe-struck. He was.
“Can you feel my womaness reflecting from you?”
