The omnipresent process of sex, as it is woven into the whole texture of a man's or woman's body, is the pattern of all the process of all our life. -- Havelock Ellis
I was lying on the massage table, a small towel across my butt, enjoying the anticipation of a massage. It is a special pampered feeling. I have to admit that part of the pleasure of a nice massage is knowing you are buck-naked, except the little towel, and a beautiful woman is running her hands all over you. Well, not ALL over. This was a therapeutic massage so one area remains off limits. But I'd be lying if I didn't admit there is a little guilty pleasure in it when she runs her hands over the cheek of my butt or when her hands move up my thigh always stopping just short of where you'd really like her hands to stop. But mostly I like a massage because I feel relaxed, soothed and yet energized at the end.
A knock and Larisa entered. "Ready for massage?"
I looked over, "Yes," smiling. I admired her as she walked across the room. She was wearing black slacks and black shoes, a nice white sweater and a small gold necklace. Medium height, medium build and a round Slavic face under short blond hair marked her as Ukrainian or Byelorussian. The western Russians are often blonde. Of course, her accent had already helped me figure that out. Many Russians had moved into the area fleeing the disintegration of the Soviet Union. With no job skills, limited English, and an education from the former Soviet Union many Russian women had little choice but to work whereever they could. One of the ladies who had given me a massage had a Master's degree and had taught in a Russian University. But it didn't mean jack over here. I had been a regular customer for a while and while always maintaining a professional relationship I had been able to build a little rapport with Larissa. I even brought her flowers last visit.
I was her last appointment of the day at 7 p.m. She looked a little tired and I thought the smile was forced. I realized she had probably been working since nine this morning. A long day. I rose up on my elbows and said, "You look tired."
She smiled, "Yes. It has been a long day. Many people today."
"I think I should give you a massage," I said jokingly.
A look crossed her face that seemed to say, 'Oh God wouldn't it be wonderful to be the one getting pampered.' "No. We could not do that."
I had said it as a jest but her look changed my mind. "Yes. We could do that. And I give a very good foot massage. It's the best. Tell me the truth. Wouldn't your feet like a massage?" I could almost see the thoughts in her mind, 'Oh yes, please massage my feet.' The longing look was written boldly across her face. She started to shake her head no. But I wrapped the towel around me and bounced off the massage table.
I handed her another towel and said, "You get ready. I will give you a massage this time."
Again she started to protest but I just smiled and looked into her eyes. I shook my head, "Pravda. You want your feet massaged."
She smiled at the Russian. "Pravda. It would be very good."
The room had a screen set up for changing I went behind it. I waited a while and heard from the other side, "Ready." I went out and Larisa was face down on the table with the towel draped across her butt. Her head was resting on her hands. I could see where her breast was pressed against the table. It was just a small extra roundness in the line of her body meeting the table, but it made the moment erotic because it was just the suggestion of her breast. It enticed me. I pulled my eyes away and tried to shake the image from my mind.
Grabbing the massage oil I rubbed it in my hands to warm it and started on her back. Alternating slow long strokes along her back with shorter deeper motions to get the tension released from the muscles I moved up and down and then over her neck. I could feel her relax under my hands. I moved around to the other side and nearly lost the towel. I pulled it up and retied it around my waist.
I moved down and started on her legs and feet. I do give a good foot massage, spending time on each toe and working the stress of high heels out. She was groaning in pleasure before I was done. As I walked around the bottom of the table I lost the towel entirely. Luckily, her head was facing the other way. I grabbed it and made sure it was secure this time. I moved up over her butt and her back. Of course right as I got to her head level the towel slipped again. I made a stab for it but it was quicker and fell completely off. Larisa's eyes opened wide, as she was inches from my now exposed loins.
"Oh very nice," she said. Embarrassed and bare-assed I reached for the towel. "No. You should finish massage like this."
"What?" I asked.
"You should finish massage like this," she said.
"You don't massage me like this." I countered.
"Maybe next time I do." I wasn't sure if she was serious but my head was spinning. Maybe she was. I looked at the towel but decided to throw caution to the wind. Maybe she really would reciprocate. I started the massage again. She watched me closely. I felt a little swelling in my loins but tried to keep my mind off my penis. I was partly successful; it stayed semi-tumescent. As I moved around her head moved with me. Germaine Greer wrote, "Men ought to be more conscious of their bodies as an object of delight." Maybe Germaine was right. Larisa sure seemed to be enjoying having a nude man pamper her. I relaxed and was soon absorbed in the massage.
I moved down to her legs. This time when I started on her thighs I felt them move apart a little. It gave me access to the inside of her thighs. As I moved north they continued to separate until my hand was brushing the apex of her thighs. I moved lower and then back. As my hand again brushed against her sex I waited for a protest. When none came my mind started to follow more erotic paths. I felt my cock rise. Larisa was still watching me intently and commented, "Something make you happy."
I smiled, "Yes, you're making me happy." I was unsure how far this would go but how I wanted to see. "Would you like to turn over?"
"Yes. You massage my front?"
"Yes."
She raised up on her elbows and turned over. As she turned over the towel continued covering her but twisted and almost became revealing. Its state of dishabille sent erotic shivers through my body. I could feel the tingling in my belly from the anticipation of what might follow. My mind quickly set out on erotic paths that my body responded to. My eyes were fixed on her breasts. They were shapely but not overly large with small light colored areolas and small nipples. I tore my eyes away so I could try to finish the massage.
I started on her temples and cheeks working down to her neck. She relaxed and let her eyes close. Some of the erotic tension evaporated and I was no longer so sure what was in store. My swelling subsided and I concentrated again on giving her a pleasant time. As I worked down to her shoulders her eyes opened. "Oh, you are no longer happy?"
"Yes I'm still happy. Are you happy? Am I doing a good job?"
"Hmm, yes." She followed me with her eyes again. I worked her arms and then back up to her chest. As my hands approached her breasts her nipples crinkled and become erect. She arched her back just a little moving her breasts toward my hands. I massaged closer and closer waiting for her to indicate in some way I was stepping over a boundary. My hands reached the swelling and I massaged her breasts directly and circled around her nipples. Excited again I felt myself swelling. Larisa noticed as well. "Now we are both happy, yes?"
I digested that. Both happy. Yes. I smiled, "Yes, very happy." I ran my fingers around her areolas. Her nipples tightened and rose. I took her nipple between my thumb and finger and gently pinched it. She moaned softly. I leaned over and licked around one nipple and then took it into my mouth. She put her hand on the back of my neck and held me against her breast. I sucked and licked her. I let my hand trail down across her belly. I felt her tremble a little under my hand but she said nothing. My hand slipped under the towel and felt the forest covering her pudenda. My finger found her labia and I rubbed along her lips. With my fingers near the top of her pussy I put fingers on both sides and massaged her clitoris with the lips. Larisa moaned softly as I started the gentle massage on her clitoris.
Larisa's eyes closed and her head lolled back turned slightly to one side. I lifted the towel and tossed it aside. She was a natural blonde. Releasing her nipple I moved around until my face was just above her pussy. Larisa opened her eyes. "What are you doing?"
"I am going to make you feel good."
She looked surprised and uncertain as I lowered my head. "What are you doing?" My tongue came out and lapped along her labia. I slipped it between them and found her sensitive nubbin. There was a sharp gasp of air as I hit her pleasure spot. I licked some more and then lay between her legs. Larisa lifted her head, "No one do this before."
I looked up, "Good. I will make you feel wonderful." Lapping, licking, and sucking on her pussy was intoxicating. She was sopping from her natural juices and my oral attack. Her hips bucked against my mouth as I sucked and licked on her clitoris.
I was lost in the pleasure of pleasuring a beautiful woman when I heard, "Please." I looked up and Larisa was looking at me, her face a mask of lust and desire. "Please, come here." I moved up over her. As I did she reached between us and took my cock guiding it to her opening. In one smooth motion my cock found her opening and slid in. She was so wet that there was no resistance at all as I lanced into her. She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me to her until our bodies were touching from thigh to lips and everywhere in between.
I started a nice slow in and out but Larisa was having none of that. She didn't need warming up. Her body was insistent and urged me on to greater effort. We bucked together -- our loins meeting, slapping and mashing!! I worked to keep up with her in her abandon. I felt my legs start to cramp from the exertions. Larisa was moaning, her voice rising in pitch and volume. A flush bloomed on her neck and chest and I felt her nails dig into my neck as she climaxed. Watching, feeling her climax sent me over the edge and started the contractions deep within. The relief was tremendous as all the built up tension in my body was released in several jolts. As the last tremors of climax went through me I came to a rest on Larisa. Her arms were still around me but lay limply. She still moved under me but in slow gentle rockings. Her eyes opened and we kissed. Her face was full of affection, satiation, and what looked to be gratitude.
She pulled my head back for a kiss and said, "That was very good massage."
I smiled and turned us on our sides. We lay like that, her hand gently stroking my chest while I stroked her thigh resting on me. I kissed her and then said, "I liked giving you a massage."
Larisa rested her hand on my chest, "No one do that before. Kiss me there. Russian men will not do."
"Did you like it?"
"Very yes. It made me, oh, I say feel sexy. Yes, you do this and I want you very much." Larisa said with a bemused smile. "I think I am a bad girl. I should not let you do this."
"I like bad girls. I like you."
She kissed me and put her head on my arm. I lay contented thinking about the funny ways of life. I never expected something like this would happen.
Larisa looked over my shoulder, "Oh it is past hour. We must get up." She rolled over and ran to grab a clean towel. She was cleaning herself as I stretched and started to put on my clothes. I watched Larisa cross the room to her clothes. No wonder artists have spent entire careers trying to capture a woman's beauty on canvas. I drank in the sights: every curve, the way her body moved as she walked, the swelling of her breasts, the way her hands moved and as she went by the wonderful globes of her ass bouncing with each step.
She pulled on her clothes as I finished dressing. I waited for her to finish. When she had finished, she looked up. She smiled and then looked away. As she turned back to me I saw a blush on her cheeks. "I think next time maybe you should not massage me." My face fell. "I like. But maybe it is good I massage you. You understand?"
I wasn't sure I did. I wasn't sure if it was language barrier or me but I wasn't sure what she meant. Did she want to massage me or massage me? I thought about asking but decided that it would be best to let it go for now. I would know next week when I came in for a massage. "Yes. I'll see you again." I kissed her on the cheek, which caused another blush, and she quickly led me out.
When I returned the following week Larisa was behind the counter with one of the other therapists, Natalia. The office had several but I usually saw Larisa. I smiled at Larisa and she returned the smile. 'Wonderful,' I thought. I had been worried that there would be something wrong when I came in. Natalia stood up and started to walk down the longer hallway to the massage rooms in the back. She looked at me and said, "Come."
I looked at Larisa, confused. She said, "Natalia give massage today." I stood rooted not understanding. She saw that I was confused. "Please, go with Natalia today. She will give very good massage." Natalia was waiting and I realized that there was nothing I could say in front of her. I wanted desperately to talk with Larisa but it had to be alone. Maybe after the massage.
I followed Natalia to one of the massage rooms. She shut the door behind us and went over to the table and started to get set up. I waited for her to leave so I could get undressed. She looked at me, "Please get ready."
Now I was really confused. The girl always leaves the room while you disrobe. She just looked at me and then repeated, "Please..." I kind of put things on automatic as my mind continued to spin. I took off my tie and shirt and hung them up as she got the oil out and started it warming. She glanced over. I sat and took off my shoes and socks. I stood now only wearing my slacks. She glanced over again. When I hesitated she said, "Larisa tell me you give a very good massage. I never had this massage. She said it is very good."
She crossed over to where I was standing. "Would you give this massage to me?" Like a flash it hit me. Larisa told Natalia what happened last week. Natalia watched my face. "You do not mind if Larisa tell me?"
"I'm a little surprised."
"Yes. But women talk about sex too. Not only men talk. And she know that I never have this massage so she tell me what it is like. It make me very envy that she has this and I never do. I knew she has no Russian boyfriend so I make her tell me who it was she has to do this. So, you give me massage?"
What's a man to do? A wise man cooperates with the inevitable. I sensed that I didn't need to go through the pretense of a massage. I reached out and put my hand on her cheek and led her lips to mine. The kiss became more passionate and I pulled her against me. As I did I felt her hands between us. She was working on my belt. I stepped back and she pulled the belt off. My pants followed.
I smiled, "If I am going to massage you, you need to be ready." I reached for her sweater and she helped pull it off. She undid her bra and her skirt followed. She was wearing knee high black leather boots and I half considered asking her to leave them on. Some kink might be nice. But I didn't know if she was a cowgirl. I'd hate to have her digging those heels into my ass as we went at it. I knelt and unzipped them.
Now we were both as nature intended us. I led her to the table and had her lie down. I lay down next to her and we kissed. I let my hand wander down and around, teasing her. I looked down at Natalia's breasts. She was generously endowed. I teased her breast and massaged her nipple and breast as she moaned into my mouth.
I licked down to her breast and took it into my mouth continuing to suck and lick at her nipple as it became hard in my mouth. I moved over to her other breast and did the same. Her hands were grabbing at the towel we were lying on as I continued playing with her nipples. Natalia started to push her pelvis up at me. She was eager. I was going to enjoy pleasuring her.
I ran my tongue across her belly and felt it shudder under my tongue. It reached the crease where thigh meets body and I slipped my tongue down the crease toward her femininity. Right before I reached it I slipped my tongue down her thigh. Natalia let out a frustrated moan. I licked back toward her sex but veered away again. Her butt lifted up and tried to push her sex to my tongue as it went by. Once more I moved back toward her center and as she hunched her hips up I moved my tongue down until it stabbed into the crease between her labia.
My tongue moved between her lips and I tasted her sex. That wonderful aromatic head-spinning taste of aroused woman. I pushed her legs up and spread them. She was wet with passion. I lapped from bottom to top of her cleft concentrating on the button at the top. Her legs wrapped around my head and pulled me into her. My tongue continued moving in and out of her and then around her clitoris. I sucked it into my mouth massaging the base with my lips while flicking the tip with my tongue. Natalia was moaning and bucking against my face. I wanted her to reach a climax so I inserted a finger into her. The finger found the spongy mass of her G spot and I curled my finger deep in her to massage it while continuing to flick her clitoris. I felt her stomach muscles ripple as she fucked her pussy against my face. Her vaginal muscles were pulling on my finger and I was awash in her juices. I felt several powerful contractions deep in her and Natalia moaned rhythmically. I mashed my tongue against her clitoris as she wrapped her fingers in my hair and pulled my face against her. I fucked her with tongue and finger until she fell back gasping for air. Her pussy was still caressing my finger as I pulled it out.
I moved up next to her and took her in my arms. Natalia buried her head in my chest. After a few minutes she pulled back and looked at me. She pulled my face to hers and we kissed. She smiled and ran her hand around my mouth. "You are all wet and taste like me."
"I like to taste like you. It makes me happy to know I've pleased you."
"Yes, you pleased me. But you?"
"It's okay." I said. And I actually meant it. It is almost as much fun to make a woman cum as it is to cum. All right, I did say almost.
Natalia reached between us and grabbed my cock. It was still hard. "No. I think it need something." She moved down until she could take me into her mouth. I was wound up and I knew it wasn't going to take much to get me over the top. She started to run her hand up and down in rhythm with her mouth. I could feel the pressure build rapidly. My hips started to tremble and I knew I was going to explode.
"I'm cumming..."
Natalia pulled her head off but increased the pressure from her hand. That glorious feeling of release and rapture flooded me as Natalia stroked my cock. I was soon spent and fell back unable to move from the intense climax.
We lay like that for a while. Natalia hopped up and got a cloth, which she used to clean me. We lay together for a while lazing in a wonderful post-orgasm haze. I stood. She came over and I enveloped her in my arms. We kissed. It felt wonderful to have a nude woman against me. It wasn't sexual, as I had just emptied all my sexual energy into her, but sensual - pleasing to the senses.
Natalia looked up at me affection in her face. "Thank you for massage. It is first time I get such a massage."
"You're very welcome. I enjoyed giving you a massage. You also give a wonderful massage."
She smiled, "Yes, you did like. I could tell."
"I did like."
We kissed a last time and then we both dressed. I was disappointed watching her body slowly disappear beneath her clothing. I would have liked to stay there all day worshiping her body, a body that had brought me so much pleasure.
She took my hand and led me out as I was still slightly bemused. Larisa was waiting behind the counter. She looked our way until she saw Natalia's face and glanced at me. When I caught her eye she blushed and looked away. Natalia joined her behind the counter. I stood in the lobby wondering what to say. I mean what can you say in a circumstance like this?
The girls glanced at each other and giggled. Natalia said something in Russian to me, which Larisa also repeated to me. It was Russian to me and I'm sure I must have looked confused. Larisa translated for me with a broad smile. "We can't wait to see you again."
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