The Massage

By Tate

Copyright © 2000 by Tate.  All rights reserved.

	The  time  had  finally  come  for a getaway. Something I had needed for quite some 
time. The pressures of my life had seemed very intense lately and  I  had  been  desiring 
some time to myself for a few weeks now. The phone  rang  one  night  at home and I found 
my friend in Atlanta on the other  end.  
	“Lisa, this is Cathy.  Can you come house sit for the weekend?”  I  told  her  that I 
would check with my husband and get back with  her.  She  and  her  room  mate  were going 
out of town and needed someone  to come and take care of the place while they were away. I 
told my husband about the phone conversation and he told me he would be happy to  take  
care  of  the kids while I drove to Atlanta. I was so thrilled that I could hardly contain myself. 
I called Cathy back the next day and we made the plans. I was actually looking forward to 
the 3 hour drive in my  car  to Atlanta. Just this time of peace and quiet would be relaxing for  
me.  I  didn’t  think  Friday would ever come but when it did I was counting  the hours for 
my husband to come home from work so I could hit the road. 
	The drive was uneventful. I didn’t even stop the entire way. I drove  straight  to  their  
loft  in  downtown Atlanta and parked in the garage.  I  grabbed  my  bags  from  the  
backseat  of my car and headed upstairs.  I  walked to the door and found the key that Cathy 
had hidden for  me  over the fire extinguisher and walked inside. Once in I dropped my bag 
right at the front door and flipped on the lights. 
	Their place is amazing. Very open and rambling yet very cozy all at the same time. 
They have  this  amazing  hot  tub and a wonderful view from their deck they  had  built  on 
the roof of the old building. I went to the kitchen and  poured myself a glass of wine and 
plopped down on the sofa and just sat  still  for  several  minutes.  I laid my head back on the 
cushions  and  sipped my wine until my glass was empty. I then went back  to  the front door 
and grabbed up my bag and took it to their bedroom. 
	I pulled  off my jeans and sweater and walked into the bathroom and turned on  the  
water  for  the Jacuzzi tub. I stood there in front of the wall mirror  looking  at  myself.  I  
didn’t  think  my body was so bad for a married  woman  of  twelve  years. And especially 
after two children. My hair  is  still blond and my eyes are still blue. My breasts are still a 
36C  and  I  am  very  proud of that fact. The main reason is because my husband  loves  my  
body so much and I appreciate that. I try my best to keep him happy. As I stood there, I 
suddenly found myself reaching up to my  neck, gently stroking the soft skin. I just stood 
there watching myself  in  the  mirror as I let my fingers run down to my shoulders and slip  
my  bra  straps off. I reached behind me and undid the snaps  letting it fall off my arms 
completely. I reached down and tossed the  bra to the floor. I couldn’t help but run my 
fingers up my sides to my arms again. I love that tickling feeling it gives. And on top of that 
it  makes my nipples hard. I love the look of my breasts when my nipples are  hard.  
	I  then  ran  my nails back down my sides to my hips where I slipped my thumbs in 
the top of my thong and pushed it down to the floor as  well. I stood there looking at myself 
and really smiling at the fact that  my  husband had talked me into shaving myself so nice 
and trim. He loves  that  look on a woman. Clean. Neat. Just a narrow little strip of hair down 
there. I like it as well. I then realized I had left the water running  in the jacuzzi behind me 
and I walked over and stepped into it. Feeling  the  water  surround  my  body  was 
wonderful. Feeling the jets pumping  the water around me was very relaxing. I leaned back 
and closed my  eyes suddenly feeling how one of the jets was aimed right between my legs.  
I parted my legs just barely, noticing how the force of the water between  my  legs  was 
arousing me. At least I think it was the force of the  water.  It  very well could have been the 
way I had touched myself in the mirror just a few minutes before. 
	I then ran my hands down  to  my  breasts  feeling  how hard my nipples were. I 
pinched them between  my  fingers  as I lowered myself in the water feeling the water closer  
to  my  clit now. I inched down farther in the tub moving myself closer  to the jet as if I were 
under some spell. I couldn’t stop myself from  doing  this.  It  was feeling so wonderful. Me 
pinching my nipples with  my  fingers  and the water pounding my clit hard. I just lay there 
with my legs spread and open wide while the water did the work. I didn’t even  have  to  
move  my hips up and down. I just lay there and felt the vibration  of the water. I groped and 
pulled at my breasts  until I could feel  the orgasm coming on me. I bit my bottom lip and let 
the wave rush over  me.  Feeling  my  clit  respond  to the water was so wonderful. My 
breathing  started to rise and as I climaxed I was moaning aloud pushing the  air from my lips 
with such force I caught myself getting louder and louder  with  each  pulse.  
	I suddenly sat upright and thought to myself what  did  I just do? But, it felt so good. 
Just me there. Not having to please  anyone  but  me.  That was the amazing part. Just 
pleasing me. I drained  the Jacuzzi and dried myself off and dressed for bed. I climbed into  
bed with a slight smile on my lips rethinking what I had just done in  the  tub.  I slept soundly 
that night. 
	I woke the next day to bright sunshine.  I got up and put on a pair of shorts and a tee 
shirt and went up to  the  deck to get some sun while flipping through some magazines. The 
day  past slowly and quietly. I called home to check on things there and was  assured  that 
everything was just perfect. I was told to just relax and  do whatever I needed to unwind. I 
hung up the phone and returned to my  quiet  little  world right there. I knew of a few good 
places to eat and  had frequented them on occasion while in town. I decided tonight to try  
something  different.  I  got  the  phone  book from the drawer and started thumbing through 
it to see if anything seemed interesting. While doing  so  I  happened  upon the pages of 
massage therapists. I probably would  have  skipped right over those pages had there not 
been a picture of a very scantily clad female giving a man a massage. It was part of an ad  for  
one of the many listings for masseuse. I was quite surprised by the  number  of  late  night,  
in home ads that I was seeing. And out of curiosity I just picked one at random and called to 
see what they would charge for a massage where they came to the place of residence. I 
wasn’t seriously  thinking of doing it. Just more curious of the cost more than anything.  We  
don’t  have anything like this where I live. 
	I dialed the number  and  a man with a very pleasant voice answered. I told him I was 
interested  in  the cost and he told me it really depended on how far he would  have to drive 
to get to me. I told him what part of town the loft was  in and he told me he would have 
charge me $85 to come that far into town.  He  told me he normally charged $75 but I was 
further out than he usually  traveled.  I  asked  him  in a very joking manner if I could do 
something  to  get  him  to  take  off  that  extra $10 and he said very seriously  that  he  
would  see  what  he could do. There must have been silence on my end and he finally spoke 
to ask me if I wanted to give him directions.  I very nicely told him I would have to think 
about it and I would  call  back  after I had gotten back in from dinner. 
	I hung up the phone  and  just  sat  there wondering what he would really do if he did 
actually  come  to the loft. I never thought until that very moment that he  could possibly do 
something awful to me. I was only thinking massage and then I realized that by the looks of 
those ads in that section, more happens than just a shoulder rub. I smiled to myself at that 
thought and put  up  the  phone book and just went to one of my old favorites to eat dinner.  
While  there I had a few margaritas. The bartender seemed to be making  them  pretty  strong 
that night and I was feeling the effects of them  after  2  drinks. I was driving back to the loft 
still thinking of the  masseuse  I  had  called earlier and I thought to myself “ What the hell.  
If  anything  I will just get some tension relieved!” 
	I went back upstairs  and  picked  up  the phone and hit the redial button. The same 
pleasant  voice  answered  and  I  reminded him about our previous phone call.  He  took  the 
directions and told me that he would be there in an hour.  I put down the phone and while 
still feeling very relaxed from my drinks  walked  to the bedroom and found one of Cathy’s 
robes and put it on  after  removing all of my clothes but my panties. I then went to the den  
and  sat  to wait for him. It wasn’t quite an hour and the intercom buzzed.  
	I  spoke  with the man downstairs and let him in. I then opened the  door  for  him. He 
came in with this compact table and a duffel bag slung  over  his shoulder. He was a very 
handsome man. Very muscular and tan.  He  smelled  wonderful  and  I  commented out loud 
that I loved the cologne he was wearing. I couldn’t believe myself. Here I was undressing 
this  fine  looking man with my eyes. What was happening to me? I showed him  the  way  to  
the  den and he asked if there were someplace else he could  set up. He thought that the room 
was a little drafty and wanted a warmer  room to work in. He told me I would be much more 
comfortable and could  relax  more  if I were warm. I then made the way down the hall to the  
only other room that wasn’t visible from the rest of the house. The bedroom. He followed me 
and began setting up his things while I sat down on  the  edge  of  the  bed and watched. We 
made idle chit chat while he worked  setting  things  up  and  when he was done he asked me 
if I were ready. I told him that I was and he told me he would turn his back while I slipped 
off the robe and lay face down on the table. He told me when I was  ready  he  would  lay the 
sheet across me. 
	I situated myself on the table  and  told him I was ready and he turned to lay the sheet 
over me. He  told  me  I would need to remove my panties later but for now it was fine to 
keep them on. I heard him open a bottle of oil and could tell he was  rubbing  it  between  his 
hands to warm it up. He then moved to the head  of  the  table  and while leaning over my 
head he pushed the sheet down  to  the top of my ass. He was rubbing his thumbs down my 
spine and it  felt  so amazing that I couldn’t help but breathe out with each push of  his hands 
on my back. He continued working from my shoulders down  to the  top of my ass for 
several minutes and then he moved to one side and started  rubbing  across  my back. He 
would moved from shoulder blade to shoulder blade and with each stroke across my back he 
would work further down  my side each time until he was stroking the sides of my breasts. I 
was  so  relaxed  by his touch that I didn’t care. After all, he was only touching  the  sides.  It  
wasn’t  like  he  was  fondling my breasts or anything. But I don’t think I would have minded 
had he done so. 
	He moved from my sides to my hips and pushed the sheet down until it lay just below 
my  ass.  He then told me that I would need to remove my panties now. He helped  me  since  
I  was  laying  on  my  stomach. He reached up to the waistband  and hooked his fingers in 
with mine while we together slipped them  down.  I had to slightly raise my ass in the air to 
slip them down easier  and  suddenly  hoped he had gotten a little peak at what was now not 
being covered by my panties. I was having thoughts that I never even considered  before  and  
was becoming very turned on while I entertained them secretly in my head. He poured more 
oil into his already warm hands and  rubbed  them  together  and  laid his strong hands on my 
hips while lowering  them to my ass in a smooth solid stoke. I loved the way he was making  
me  feel  and wanted him to go on rubbing my muscles forever. 
	He then  moved  down to the backs of my thighs and massaged them vigorously for 
several minutes while working down each leg to my feet and massaging them  as  well.  He 
then told me he was ready to work on the front of my body  and  asked me to roll over for 
him. I did so and he laid the sheet over  my  body  this  time  pushing it up to the tops of my 
thighs while leaving  my  breasts  covered.  He worked on the fronts of my legs while 
standing  at  the bottom of the table slowly pressing my legs apart with each  stroke of his hot 
hands. He was now at the perfect position to get a  great  look  up underneath the sheet to my 
pussy and I wondered if he were.  If he was looking I couldn’t tell it because his hands never 
lost their  rhythm. 
	He continued massaging my thighs firmly each time leaning forward  up the table til 
he had reached the tops of my thighs with both hands.  He had my legs apart several inches 
now and I opened my eyes  and looked  up to him. He glanced up to me and when he did so 
seeing my open eyes  he  let  his  fingers  drop  between  my legs not breaking his eye 
contact with me. I suppose he was looking for some type of response from me  and  I  made  
sure  that my look was one of approval. He massaged my inner  thighs  more firmly than he 
had done the tops of my legs and with each  move  he inched his fingers closer and closer to 
my pussy. I could feel  myself  moving  my legs farther apart now and wondered if I should 
stop.  I  couldn’t  though.  I  wanted  his  touch. I wanted to feel his fingers  massaging  me  
right  where  I  needed to be rubbed. 
	I kept eye contact  with  him until he lowered his face to my inner thighs where he 
started  to  kiss  me  softly.  I  had to close my eyes as I was getting consumed  by  the  feel  
of  his  lips and tongue on my skin. He reached underneath  one  leg  and  bent my knee up so 
he could have access to my pussy.  I felt him kissing his way up my thigh til his mouth was 
over my clit.  I could feel his breath on me now and he started then to inch one finger  inside  
me.  I  gasped  as  he  did so and found myself pressing against  his  hand  while  he  slowly  
licked his tongue over my clit. I wanted  him to move his finger in and out of me so I started 
grinding my ass  down on the table as he pushed it in me all the way. He was licking
and  sucking on my clit now and I asked him to put another finger inside my pussy. He did as 
I asked him to do and I could feel myself tightening around  his two fingers while he was 
biting my clit gently. I was moving faster  in  rhythm  with  his now sopping wet hand and 
could feel myself about  to cum soon. I reached up to the sheet that lay across my stomach 
and  chest  and  I  tossed  it  down  to  the floor. I immediately began massaging  my  own  
breasts while he worked on my clit and pussy all the while feeling my orgasm building 
quickly. I never said a word to him and he  seemed  to not need to hear words as he suddenly 
sucked my clit into his  mouth  as  he  pounded my pussy hard with his fingers. I pulled and 
grabbed  on  my nipples and felt the most amazing orgasm take hold of my body.  I  felt  it 
from head to toe. It was so strong and intense that I couldn’t hold my body still. I could only 
lay there and buck against his face and fingers while moaning loudly. 
	I slowly came down from my orgasm as he gently pulled his fingers out and kissed my 
clit one last time. He asked  me  if that was satisfactory and screaming “Are you crazy?” in 
my head  I  managed  to  let  my mouth tell him in a calm voice that it was quite  wonderful.  I 
was trying so hard to act as though he had not just given me the most satisfying orgasm any 
man has ever given me with their mouth  and  fingers.  I really wanted more of him. I wanted 
to know what was underneath his clothing. I wanted to feel his skin against mine. And more  
over,  I  wanted  this  man’s penis inside me. I wanted to feel him pressing  his  cock in me as 
far as he possibly could go. I think it was at  this point that I convinced my own self that I had 
completely become a  slut because I sat upright on the table and dropped myself down to he 
floor  and  asked  him  if  he  would  consider staying with me a little longer.  I could feel how 
wet he had left me. It was now running down my inner  thighs.  
	I  reached  up to his collar on his shirt and he in turn pulled my body against his. He 
bent down and kissed my shoulder up to my neck  and  let  his  tongue lick my neck to my 
chin and up to my waiting mouth.  I parted my lips and took his tongue into my mouth still 
tasting myself  on his lips. I then felt him take me by my shoulders and push me at  arms  
length from him while he let me undo his shirt. I took my time letting  my hands reach inside 
and push it from his shoulders. He was so nice  and  tan and his stomach was very smooth and 
firm. I slid my hands down  his  belly and pulled his shirt from inside the waist of his pants 
tossing it to the floor. 
	I then got down on my hands and knees and undid his  pants  and  when I pushed them 
down I found he had on no underwear. His  semi  hard cock just sprang from his trousers 
standing there before me  and  I  could  not  wait  to  feel him in my mouth. I licked my lips 
looking  up to him and with my hand I guided him slowly into my mouth. I ran my tongue 
around the head slowly feeling how firm he was becoming. I love  to  feel  a  man’s dick 
respond to my mouth. And his was doing just that.  
	He  reached  down  to  my head and put his hands on it and slowly pushed my head 
down farther on his now solid cock. I took as much of his cock  in  my mouth as I could while 
I reached up to his balls and rubbed them  in  my  hand. He was beginning to move his hips 
back and forth now and  I reached around to grab his ass to pull him in. He was moving in a 
rhythm  now  and  was  fucking  my  face  harder with each stroke. I was licking  and  sucking 
as much as I could taking him deeper and deeper. I glanced  up  at him while he continued 
with his grinding and watched his face  tighten and his eyes close firmly as I felt his cock 
explode in my mouth. I was pulling out to the head now feeling his cum hit the back of my  
mouth.  I  was slurping and sucking him now and loving the taste and feel  of  every  drop.  I  
cleaned him up as he breathed in sharply with every  lick  I  gave. 
	He pulled me to my feet and led me to the bed where he laid a pillow on the middle of 
the bed and told me to lay on my tummy with my hips across the pillow. This put me in a 
position where my ass  was  raised slightly in the air giving him access to my already wet 
pussy. He got behind me and licked me from my clit to my ass very slowly pressing  his  
tongue on me firmly with each tongue stroke. He then took his  cock  in  his hand and laid it 
on my wet pussy slowly pushing it in me.  He  was  larger than what I was used to and I 
couldn’t wait to feel him  all the way inside me. He was on his knees now grabbing my hips 
and pushing  that  beautiful cock in me as deep as it would go with one hard stroke.  I  
couldn’t  help but gasp and bite my lip as he rode me harder and  harder  pumping  his cock 
inside my tight pussy. I was gripping the bedspread  in  my  fists  trying  not  to get too loud 
but couldn’t help myself  when  I  felt him hit my clit with his balls. He was all the way inside  
me  now  and  was riding me as fast as he could go. I could feel myself  about  to  cum as he 
suddenly pulled out of me and scooped me up turning  me  around to face him and picked me 
up off the bed. He told me to  wrap  my legs around him and he then moved over to the wall 
where he forced  his  cock  back  inside my pussy while he pressed me against the wall.  
	I  grabbed  his  shoulders  and leaned back as he fucked me hard, stroking me long and 
deep. His hands were grabbing my ass making me ride his  long  cock  up and down. I told 
him I wanted to feel him cum inside me.  And  I no sooner had the words out of my mouth 
that I felt his cock begin to pulse and throb inside me. I couldn’t help it! At the same time I  
felt  him filling me with his hot cum I tightened around him and rode him up and down 
through my own orgasm. He slowly stopped stroking me and carried  me  back to the bed 
where he laid me down and kissed me deeply.  We lay there for several minutes, our sweaty 
bodies just still and quiet and  we  both  fell  asleep  for  a  little while. When I woke up he 
was already  dressed  and  sitting in a chair across the room watching me. I sat  up on the bed 
and told him that I should pay him so he could leave.  I  gave  him  the  money  and  in return 
he handed me a card that he had written  his  name  and  number down on and told me to use 
it whenever I wanted  him.  He  handed  me back my money and gave me one last kiss and 
left with his things. I am pretty sure I will call him very soon. I will let you know what 
happens when I do!

THE END