This has really been a stressful day. I look forward to my regular workouts, and especially my massage therapy sessions to help me relax. Unfortunately, Cara, the girl who regularly takes care of me, is away for a few weeks, so I will have to use her partner, Robert. I normally wouldn't have a man do this, but I've known Robert for as long as I've known Cara, plus, he is a few years shy of 50, making him almost twice my age. So I feel safe around him. And since he has often been nearby when I'm with Cara he has heard all about the difficulties I am going through with my husband.
I raise my petite body--I'm barely 100 pounds--up onto the table. I'm wearing only my tan silk panties, which nearly match my light brown skin. I lay on my belly and pull the large towel up to cover my torso before calling to Robert to tell him I'm ready.
He walks in and asks me "How did your exorcise go, Mercedes?" My gym is in the same strip, so it's a short walk to their small clinic. "Fine." I answer, then he begins massaging my shoulders before moving to each arm and then down to my legs. His strong hands feel wonderful as he moves along my limbs. I find it ironic that he is the first man to touch me in quite some time. I think about how much I miss my husband. We were separated for six months while he was deployed overseas. When he came home he was distant to me, and then I discovered that he had had an affair while he was away, and he wasn't sure what he wanted from our marriage. So instead of the reunion I had been hoping for, we had a strained relationship for four months before he took another assignment to give us time apart to see if he could get his head back together and give us another shot. I was bitterly disappointed in what had happened, but I am willing to forgive him and restore our marriage. He has been gone for over a month now, so it has been eleven months since I have had any physical contact with another man.
Robert tells me to roll over. I look up into his brown eyes as he stands over me and begins to work on my neck and shoulders again. He is an attractive older man with short brown hair. He is six foot tall, maybe a little taller. He asks me where I am from. "Texas," I reply, "although my parents are from Argentina. But they moved to Texas before I was born."
I moved to the east coast after marrying Ronny, when he was originally stationed here. I took a job and now I wonder if I will be in the area long. It all depends on what Ronny decides for us I guess. It is frustrating to be alone. I have had several men hit on me. I have to admit that I am a very attractive women, even if I am small. I stand roughly 5 feet tall, with a thin, but firm body. Black eyes that men always tell me are beautiful. My black hair hangs just to my shoulder blades.
Robert moves down my body. I close my eyes and nearly drift off to sleep a couple times. He works his way back up and I feel his hands on my upper chest. Then I feel his fingers working around the sides of my breasts. I open my eyes and see that at some point the towel has been lowered so that both breasts are completely exposed. My nipples are rock hard as Robert's muscular hands massage the outer sides of them. "Oh shit." I say, and I pull the towel up. It's obviously too late as he has seen my firm tits in all their glory. I'm not big busted, but I've never had complaints. My husband nicknamed my boobs 'the tennis balls' since he says that's about the size of them.
"I'm sorry, Mercedes," Robert says, "the towel slid down as I was working."
I don't know if I believe him or not. "I think I should be going now." I say.
As Robert steps away I can't help but notice the bulge in his sweatpants. "Great, I gave him a boner." I think to myself.
Robert leaves the room so I can get dressed. I put on my bra, then my jeans and black tee-shirt. I shove my workout clothes into my bag and exit the room. I can't imagine how much I must be blushing. I'm glad that it's early evening. I am always the last person in here, something that Cara permitted because of my work schedule. I leave the room and walk to where Robert's office is just to say goodnight. His door is open, but when I step up to it I stop in surprise. Robert is sitting at his desk with his sweatpants pulled down, masturbating. He is sideways to me, but I can clearly see his well endowed cock being stroked by his right hand. I back up, but stay just close enough to continue to watch. I am appalled by this, especially since I know that he must be picturing my topless image in his mind as he does this, but I can't bring myself to turn away. I've seen this in videos, but I've never watched a man jack off in real life. Not even my husband has done that in front of me.
I watch as he leans his head back, then I see his cum erupting from his cock in thick streams, landing on his stomach as he finishes. As it subsides I back away several feet and cough loudly. When I get to the door he is on his feet with his pants pulled up, although the bulge is still visible since his erection has not gone away yet.
Robert bids me goodnight and tells me he'll see me the next time I stop in. I ask when Cara will be back and he tells me. I leave thinking that I might just wait until then before returning. It will just be too awkward to have Robert massaging me after him seeing my tits and then me seeing him jack off.
I can't get the image out of my mind when I go home. I wake up during the night and think about it. I try to think of Ronny, and begin masturbating, but as I orgasm I am suddenly picturing Robert's cock blowing it's load. This is just too disturbing for me.
I stay away several days, but a week later I just need to work out and relax, so I dare to go in. I tried to get off early to go in when there are other people around, even if it means I can't get a message. Or at least I can use one of the ladies who works earlier. But that doesn't work out. I finish my workout and tell Robert that I'm just not that comfortable with a man massaging me. I ask him if there is anyone else who I can make an appointment with to have them stay later until Cara returns. He tells me that he will ask around and let me know. As we talk I see his eyes continually drift down to my boobs, no doubt remembering them on display for him. At some point I glance down at his crotch, which is easier for me to get away with since his is over six feet tall, and I see that he has a boner again. On one hand it's nice to know I can have this affect on older men, but it just reminds me of seeing him jacking off.
The next day Robert calls me and tells me that one of the other girls is willing to stay late. But when I arrive he tells me that she had something come up with her kid and had to leave. He asks me to give him another chance, so I reluctantly agree.
So I'm on the table with Robert using his talented hands on me once again. He asks me about my relationship and I tell him that Ronny hardly calls me, but he does send regular emails. He tells me that it must be difficult going so long without intimacy. The conversation makes me feel a little uncomfortable, especially coming from a man who I have seen stroking his cock.
He has me roll over and begins working on me again. This time I do fall asleep. I wake up feeling his hands on my breasts. I open my eyes and discover the towel is gone. Robert is softly playing with my nipples. He sees my eyes open and says, "Just relax, Mercedes, I'm just going to help you feel better."
"You shouldn't be doing this." I tell him, but I just lay there, allowing him to continue.
He takes turns caressing my tits and toying with my nipples. "I saw you watching me jacking off last week. You really turned me on, I hope you enjoyed watching me."
"You knew I was watching?" I ask.
"Of course. I was hoping you would come inside and join me."
I don't know what to do. This is wrong, but I continue to lay there. Then his right hands slides down my body and glides between my legs. His fingers slide over my black panties and he finds my slit and begins rubbing my pussy over the silky material.
