Danny had almost given up trying to find a regular masseuse when he found Jessica. The other masseuses he tried either left him bruised and sore or their touch was so light he barely felt anything. Jessica had just the right touch, firm but sensual. She clinched the job when she climbed on top of him so she could use her knees to get out some stubborn kinks out of his back. Danny certainly didn't mind a gorgeous 26-year-old on his back while he was nude except for a small towel.
Jessica was always completely professional in the two years Danny saw her at the spa. Not surprising given the upscale spa she worked at. Occasionally he grew erect during parts of the massage, especially as she rubbed his thigh muscles, but she always ignored it. And she never touched him, other than the massage, except for a chaste hug at the end of each session.
Last month Jessica gave Danny some bad news at the end of their usual Saturday-afternoon session.
"Just so you know, I'm changing my schedule. This job is, like, taking over my life, stressing me out. So I'm only seeing clients during the week so I have some time off. I hope that's not a problem."
Unfortunately, Danny could only make it to the spa on the weekend. His heart sunk. He really liked seeing her every few weeks. "I'm totally bummed. I can't make it here during the week."
"Well, I'll miss seeing you. But I can set you up with another girl for the weekend."
He really didn't relish the though of starting over with a new masseuse. "Ok," he said looking down. "I'll miss our sessions."
"Me too," she said, giving him the usual end-of-session hug. But she whispered in his ear, "Leave my tip in an envelope at the front desk and put your e-mail in it. I can still do weekend sessions for special clients." He thought her hug lasted longer than usual.
Danny eagerly followed Jessica's instructions and left her an extra-large tip along with his business card.
That evening she sent him an email with her contact information. He replied right away and made an appointment for two o'clock next Saturday afternoon at her place.
Danny dressed up a bit for their session, wearing nice shoes and jeans and a shirt with a collar. He desperately wanted to look respectable.
He knocked on the door to her apartment a few minutes before two. Jessica opened the door. Danny thought his pulse must have doubled. He'd only seen her in the conservative spa "uniform" -- a blue polo shirt, blue sweat pants, and white tennis shoes -- with minimal make up. Today she was a complete knock out. Jessica was about 5'5", several inches shorter than Danny, with shoulder-length auburn hair, crystalline-blue eyes, creamy white skin, and adorable freckles. She looked radiant in the sunlight. And her stunning, young body was no longer hidden under bulky clothes. She wore tight shorts and a skimpy tank top that showed off her tight, toned body. Lithe arms and long, elegant hands. Slender thighs and nicely rounded calves. A stomach with a cute, tiny pooch. And small, firm breasts. Her hard nipples showing through her top's flimsy fabric. Danny hoped he wasn't drooling.
"So good to see you," she cooed as she gave him big, lingering hug. "Come on in."
She took his hand and led him into her apartment. She practically skipped as she towed him along. She had set up a massage table in her living room but walked past it. "You can take a shower in here," she said, pointing to her guest bathroom.
He went in as Jessica stood just outside the door and continued talking. Danny I left the door open as he quickly took off his clothes and turned on the shower.
"I'm so glad you're ok coming to my place. Some clients prefer the full spa experience instead of my little apartment." In fact, she only welcomes a few of her long-term clients into her home.
"The spa is ok, but you've got a great place here." He continued making small talk as he showered and toweled off. There was no robe in the bathroom. So he wrapped the towel around his waist and headed out.
"Ok, lets go," she said as she took his hand again. "There are a few advantages here over the spa. I can wear this rather than oversized sweats. And it's a lot brighter here. Ok. Do you want the table or my bed?
Her question took him completely off guard. Obviously being in her bedroom was far more than he'd hoped for. But he didn't want to sound overeager.
"My table's a little wobbly," she said. "Maybe the bed is better until I get it fixed."
"Sure," he said, hoping his voice didn't betray his anticipation and anxiety, the good kind of anxiety, the very good kind.
She led him into her bedroom. He took off the towel, nervously holding it over his now half-hard penis, and plopped, face down, on her bed. He reached around and tried to cover himself with the towel.
Jessica kicked off her shoes and jumped on the bed next to him. "Another advantage over the spa is we don't need this," she said as she pulled off the towel exposing his ass.
"Mmmm, you have such a nice ass. I think I'll start there." And she straddled his legs and began working on his gluteus maximus.
He grew completely hard almost immediately. The feel of her bare legs against his was amazing. Danny hadn't had sex in weeks so his cock was on a hair trigger
"I personally love being massaged while nude, who wants to be covered during a massage," she said. "The spa has so many rules, but it is great money." She continued rubbing him as she talked, moving up to his lower back.
"What happens if someone breaks the spa rules? Does that happen a lot?" He asked, genuinely curious about any naughty behavior at the spa.
"It doesn't happen too often. I've never heard of any female technicians getting fired. But a few guys have been axed for getting too friendly with customers, almost always women. Maybe they deserve it. But sometimes I think customers misinterpret legitimate massage techniques."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, a legitimate massage can get pretty personal, especially the ass, lower back, and inner thighs." As she said this she shifted her position and gently pushed his legs apart with her knee as she brought her hands down to rub the muscles of his inner thigh, less than an inch from his balls. "This is entirely legit, but I would only do this with repeat customers who I know won't misinterpret it."
Danny loved having her soft, strong hands so close to his cock and balls. Her touch was more gentle and sensual than her normal deep tissue massage. And her hand lightly brushed against his balls a couple of times. He let out a little moan and squirmed a bit, pushing his ass back toward her hand.
"I know a few girls who go a bit beyond the usual for their good clients," she continued. "Like some body contact." As she said this, she put her hands on his shoulders, leaned down, and lightly brushed her breasts against his back. "Maybe they give a massage while topless. None of the girls have ever admitted to giving a hand job. But it probably happens. And I'm sure some of the guys at least jack off their good male customers, they probably give blow jobs as well. I doubt any of the guys would do much with their female customers. Too risky."
She continued rubbing her tits against his back. She stopped for a couple of seconds and took off her top and rubbed some lotion into her breasts. She leaned back over and pressed her breasts against his lower back. He found the skin-to-skin contact unbelievably sexy.
She began rubbing her breasts against his back. "I don't know why our culture is so squeamish about the human body and sexuality. Right now I'm still massaging you. I'm just expanding beyond my hands. Why shouldn't I be able to fully express myself through massage? It's really an art form. And it's spiritual."
Danny was ready to do about anything for Jessica. He didn't care if she was kind of a hippie chick, so long as she was hot. He hoped things were headed toward sex, but wasn't sure. So he left it to her to make the next move. He really didn't want to blow this opportunity.
"I guess I'm getting a bit off-topic. Sorry," she said, actual regret in her voice. She lifted herself off of him, put her top back on, and began massaging his back, deep tissue style. "Actually, now that I think about it, I've never even been hit on by any of my male clients. Maybe I should feel bad about that." She paused. "But a female client did hit on me once. We made out a bit after the massage. She left me a huge tip and her phone number. We went out a couple of times. Nice girl. Ok face but great body."
Jessica had re-positioned herself so that she straddled one of his legs, with one knee pushing against his crotch. She rested his forearm on her thigh as she massaged his arm and hand. She had never talked this much during their sessions at the spa. And their conversations had never ventured into sex before. She shifted over to work on his other arm.
Danny correctly suspected that Jessica enjoyed watching him resist her overtly sexual moves. But he didn't know if she was just flirting to get a bigger tip. Or maybe this was foreplay. But in any event, he liked where the conversation was headed.
"Do you go out with women a lot?" he asked.
She'd moved down to massage his caves and feet.
"Yeah. I mean, I like guys just fine, don't worry. But there's something about women's bodies that I can't resist either. The smooth, soft skin. The curves. The long, slender legs. I can't get enough. My legs are ok, but they're a bit short. I love long elegant legs ending in a nice ass and gorgeous little pussy. Pussies are so pretty and perfect, all pink and wet. I could get lost in one for hours." She paused briefly as she switched to his other leg. "I like guy's legs too. You have nice, muscular legs. Very hot."
Danny shifted his hips a little to give his engorged cock some relief. He'd started leaking pre-cum.
He desperately tried to sound nonchalant. "I think your legs are very sexy. Not even close to being too short. They're perfect. I'm glad you're not hiding them under the sweats today."
"That's so sweet," she said, giggling slightly. "If I didn't know better I'd think you were coming on to me." Her hands were now rubbing his thighs. "So, enough about me. What about you? Do you like guys, or girls, or both?"
Surprised by her question, he stammered, "Uhh, women only."
"You've never experimented with a guy? Not even when you were little? Or in college?"
