Max didn’t admit to himself that he was obsessed with the woman on the train, but he did acknowledge she took up too much space in his head. It wasn’t that he saw her every day, but just when he thought he would not see her again and her memory had begun to fade, there she was. Standing, usually. It wasn’t quite the morning rush hour, but you had to manoeuvre around people to get a seat and she seemed to rather not bother.
The woman wasn’t really his type. She was taller than anyone he had ever been interested in. She was probably somewhere in her early 40s with wavy, auburn hair that was unruly and treated more as if it were in the way than something she used to her benefit. But it was to her benefit. It was dark and rich and he was completely sure it would be soft and smell like heaven if he ever got to bury his face in it.
She was healthy and probably even beautiful to most people. But none of these factors were what drew him to her. It was her vibe. She was comfortable in her own skin and didn’t seem to care about anything. The one time their eyes had met, she had not wavered in the directness of his gaze, but simply looked back. He saw her mind churning, even if he had no idea with what thoughts.
He wanted to know her. He wanted to smell her. And lately, he had wanted to feel her.
She always exited at the stop before his and he would wonder where she went. She was usually dressed semi-casually, wearing things like jeans and collared shirts or slacks and long-sleeved t-shirts. Today, she had been wearing a knee-length flowing skirt with brown knee-high boots, revealing just a peek of her skin. She needed a tan, as everyone did this time of year. He thought of how white her thighs must be. Damn, he wanted to see more of her.
His 9 o’clock appointment was a long-time client who liked his massage deep. This was good, as it gave Max an opportunity to release some of his pent-up desire and frustration for the woman on the train. He thought about her the entire time he kneaded and knuckled deep into the man’s tissue. He had seen her talk on the phone once, watched as she smiled wryly at what she heard, then responded seriously and without humor. He didn’t know why, but he knew she would be worth knowing. He wanted her to see him, to turn her grey-eyed smoky gaze on him, to assess him. And he wanted her to want him.
His 10 o’clock appointment was a new name, and he was washing his hands in his private office when he heard the door open and someone enter. Wiping his hands dry carefully, he hoped it would be someone that he could add to his client list.
It confused him when he stepped into the hallway and saw her sitting in a waiting room chair. He forgot where he was for a moment. As he walked toward her on autopilot, he still didn’t grasp that she was here for him. That he would now be massaging her.
She stood when he neared and stuck out her hand.
“Hi! I’m Marin,” she said easily.
“Oh. Hi,” Max said uneasily.
She looked at him quizzically. This look put things back into perspective and Max cursed himself silently for forgetting how to do his job.
“Welcome! It’s your first time here, right?”
“Yeah. But I’ve seen you before. Haven’t I?” She was still looking at him with a question on her face.
“Have you? Huh!” Max responded, acting as if this wasn’t a nugget of gold as far as information went: He had registered in her mind.
“Come on in,“ he said as he turned to go into the massage room. It was spacious and he invited her to sit on the couch near the massage table so they could have a chat.
“So what brings you in today? Anything specific?” He couldn’t help but let his eyes travel over her, hoping it looked like nothing more than a practitioner’s appraisal. She had taken off both her overcoat and a sweater, leaving only a camisole.
“Nothing too bad, just the usual problems from working on a laptop all day.” She lifted her shoulders to her ears and rotated her head on her neck to show her stiffness.
Max went and sat down next to her. He reached behind her shoulder and touched between the shoulder blade and spine.
“Do you feel pinching here, or sore muscles?” He lifted her arm a bit to move it around and see how the muscle responded.
Oh, how he loved his fucking job in this moment. It gave him the right to touch her and move her. He leaned forward to feel the muscle on the other side of her spine.
She reacted to his nearer presence by turning her face away slightly. He wanted to chuckle at that. She was about to lie almost naked on his table, yet the feeling of being close made her uncomfortable. He always wondered at the contradiction people had in personal boundaries.
“Ok,” he began, “go ahead and get undressed, lying face down on the table and I will be back. Just let me know when you are ready.” His abrupt movement away from her left him feeling cold. She seemed to be slightly disoriented by it too.
It was all he could do to wait for her voice and the moment to be near her again. He knew he could not do anything. He had never taken advantage of his power as a masseur, even when he was pretty sure the woman or man was giving pretty clear signals that they wanted more. But maybe he would just this time. If the signals were clear. But for now, all he cared about was getting to know her better, getting to be near her. And yes, getting to see her without clothes on.
“Ready,” she called softly from the other side of the door.
He walked in, bracing himself for any reaction he might have. It was a good thing too. She wasn’t like most other female clients who painstakingly draped the towel over their backside after they laid down. It was still folded up and pushed to the side where it lay half under one thigh. This meant he had a clear view of her ass and the underwear she chose to wear. She was curvier than he expected. Her waist nipped in below a beautifully formed back and shoulders. Her breasts spilled out plentifully from the side, easily seen by her raised arms. But what his eyes lingered on for many seconds before he realized he was just standing there staring, was a beautifully rounded ass. The kind that flared out in the hips and also rounded up, making a delightful ski slope down to her lower back. She wore bright blue bikini cotton underwear. He knew this kind of underwear, knew how difficult it was to keep in place when he moved the towel around, unlike the lycra/spandex mixes that stayed put no matter what.
Oh, sweet woman, what a gift she had given him by wearing that pair. There was no way he would go through the continual hassle of keeping things hidden during this massage. It was not possible for him. And who knew if he would ever see her again. With that thought, he remembered his job and vowed to give her the best massage she had ever had. It wouldn’t he hard. He heard this often from his clients.
He started by draping a giant towel over all of her and running one hand down from shoulder to foot, feeling the rise and fall of her contours. Reaching her feet, he positioned them slightly farther apart, then wrapped them individually in smaller soft towels. Going back up on the other side, he proceeded to rub, squeeze and massage his way back to her shoulders. She let out a deep sigh and he knew it was time to get serious.
The clock ticked quietly over the background of ocean waves he played as his soundtrack. He worked her shoulders and all the back muscles until she was relaxed. Moving down to her lower half, he pulled back the towel that covered her legs and folded it over, leaving one half completely exposed. He tucked the end of the towel into the top of her underwear, pulling it toward the center as he did so to give him access to her glutes. She was long and beautiful, with the kind of supple muscles that hinted at a regular yoga practice. She sighed again as he got to work digging into her glutes and getting her to relax. This was serious business, not him just playing with her as he stared at her ass.
It was getting increasingly hard for him to focus on his job as he began working on her outer, then inner thigh. This was where clients showed their level of comfort with things. Some kept their legs rigidly close together, whereas others allowed the thighs to open as much as needed for him to get at all sides of the thigh. She was the latter, thank God. The only potential signal was that she lifted her arm and shifted its position so that it laid on the table instead of down below on the rest below the table.
He looked at her hand, realizing it was her left hand and it had a ring on the ring finger. Damn, she was married. Well, so was he. He wondered how long and whether they had children. You couldn’t always tell with women. She was maybe too trim in the center for having borne children, but that wasn’t a dead giveaway. He decided to go with this story: her child was already in school and they had been married long enough that the sex had become less frequent. He knew women from his days of being unmarried. And he could always tell an under-sexed woman. It was a feeling, a pull coming from them. Call him crazy, but it was palpable.
He felt that pull from her. He looked at her supple, glowing skin, the arch in her lower back and lift in her rounded ass. Yes, she wants to get fucked. It was there in the room, no doubt. As if to punctuate this new knowledge, she let out a soft groan when his hand accidentally went too far inward and upward on the last stroke. He hadn’t meant to do it, but now that it was done, the towel was clearly pushed away. He almost stopped the massage when he saw how the underwear had indeed shifted and a soft, lightly fuzzed part of her sex was spilling out.
So, she liked to be well-manicured. He stared hard, feeling himself begin to salivate. What was he supposed to do, ignore this?
He slowed his hand down so that it would more slowly travel upward and inward. He didn’t touch what he so badly wanted to touch, but he kept the pressure on in the area, knowing this would make her want it more and more.
If only he could get her to send a clear signal of desire, he could take it to the next level. He didn’t dare to go all the way in his imagination, but if he could just see a little more and maybe touch a little more, that would be so so nice. He also didn’t want to be a creep who did something a woman didn’t want him to do, so he had to play it carefully and be observant. He pushed down harder when his hand came over the outer side of her ass and up to the center of her back, knowing this would grind her sensitive area against the hard table. Then he swooped his palm back down, all the way over her outer thigh, crossing back up to her inner. His hand was on a collision course with her beautiful pussy, but dodged it and swooped up to the side and outward toward her hip bone. He made sure to drag the fingers to pull the skin back. This tugged gently at her skin and meant her clit was being more exposed as she pressed against the table. She sucked in a breath, then exhaled shakily. He grinned and told her to turn over. Holding the towel up in between them she slowly turned over, sighing quietly as if she were disappointed.
Little did she know that it had only just begun. He had an extra half an hour between this session and the next so there was plenty of time to take it slow and explore this woman. It was easy to lavish her with sensual touch, the kind that would make her feel adored and wanted. He palmed her soft tummy gently, putting more pressure over the ribs and the side of her torso. Her skin was so soft and she wasn’t too thin. Everything was soft and in perfect proportion. He reached his hands under the small of her back, bending down to wrap her almost in a hug as his hands crossed over and completed the circle under her back. Her body arched upwards to allow this and he almost creamed himself at the image she made. And the easy willingness she offered. Her breathing was coming heavy now.
He pulled the towel down between her legs so that only the center strip of her was hidden. Trailing one hand from her outer rib cage all the way down past her waist, the flare of her hips, her strong thigh and down her calf, he took in the whole picture and stopped. He noticed he was panting and for a moment wasn’t sure he could continue touching her.
She opened her eyes to only a slit and looked at him. The tip of her tongue peeked out as she licked her lips. His hand travelled to her thigh as he took in her pink tongue and her steady gaze. He had no clear thought or plan, just needed to touch her.
Her knees raised as she shifted. The towel between her thighs shifted also and she reached her hand down. Expecting her to straighten it, he sucked in a breath as she slowly pulled the corner up over her hip and lightly flung the towel on the ground. Her cat eyes closed again and she gave a luxurious stretch, ending with her thighs much further apart than before. No sign could be clearer.
He pulled off the small towel draped over her chest and dropped it on the floor beside the other. Her natural breasts sloped off to the sides and were so warm when he palmed them and pushed them together. Leaning over her, he tentatively teased each nipple with his tongue then lapped at them. She showed her approval by squirming deliciously.
His hands were everywhere, feeling all of her, rubbing, grabbing. He grabbed her by the back of the knees and pulled her body up closer to his. This left her legs spread wide open in front of his face as his body bent over hers. He felt her hands on the back of his thighs as she pulled him nearer to her on the table. His hard cock was only inches from her face, which was very distracting, especially when she turned her face toward it. Her hand continued exploring what he felt like rather than doing anything with intent. She squeezed his hamstring and then trailed her fingers around to his solid backside.
It was too distracting and he realized clearly that he wanted her to just receive. At least this time. He took her wrists and pinned them back down by her side before letting go to let his own hands wander and maul. With one finger he tugged on the side of her panties. She lifted her perfect ass, letting them slide out from under her and he pulled them all the way off.
The first sight of that beautiful pussy made him want to slam into her and take it all. Instead, he went slowly, breathing in the scent of her as he put his face deeper between her thighs. She smelled like sex, both salty and sweet, completely womanly. He felt the embrace of her thighs as they came together around his head. Reaching out his tongue, he licked her cleft to the very top, parting her. She whimpered and tried to hold still. Cupping her ass cheeks with his hands, he lifted her, giving him access to her entire sex. Licking her up and down, he shifted to a more comfortable position. He planned to spend some serious time there. He had shown her how good he was with his hands, and now he would show her what he could do with his mouth. Kissing her pussy deeply, he reached a hand up and fondled her breast, avoiding the nipple until she impatiently grabbed his hand and put it there. He tweaked it gently with his thumb as his tongue swirled in circles over her clit. She was panting heavily.
He knew she needed to calm down in order to be patient enough to come. He wasn’t going to fuck her, not yet. Not in this visit. But she didn’t know that.
As expected, she tried to tug his body up over hers, to feel him on top. He obliged briefly, pinning her under his weight and pressing himself into her wetness. Looking at her face up close was almost sensory overload. So much color and form, so real. Eyes that held her entire personhood. He wanted to kiss every part of her face, but settled for one kiss. Covering her soft, swollen lips wish his, he gave her one brush of his tongue before settling her firmly back on the table and withdrawing.
“Lie still. Just receive,” he said quietly but with force.
He touched her then with his fingers. She watched him now as he explored her folds, looking back up at her to see that she was watching. When the moment came that he opened her with two long, strong fingers, she gasped but kept her eyes on his.
“You will be louder than that when it is me entering you next time.”
A shudder went through her and he could feel her squeeze his fingers at the thought. Jesus, it was almost too hot.
Working his fingers in and out of her slowly, he leaned down and started to lick her again with rapid flicks on her clit. He saw her give in at that point, closing her eyes and turning her face to the side, fading into her own world of lust and desire.
He curled his fingers inside of her, finding new spots of excruciating pleasure. His face moved side to side quickly now as he let his lips do most of the work while his tongue peeked out at random moments. She moaned and panted heavily now. He kept the speed and pressure up, licking erratically until he knew he had her. When she grabbed the back of his head and starting coming loudly, he buried his face between her legs, kissing her and sucking on her clit.
After an intense and long orgasm, she pushed his head back as if it were too much. He slowed his movements to adjust to her sensitivity. When she stilled on the table, he withdrew his fingers, kissing her inner thighs as his head reluctantly left her center.
She looked completely collapsed on the table, still breathing hard. He covered her with the long towel again and went once more over her body with firm squeezes.
“Okay, you can get dressed now,” he said as he turned to go.
She grabbed his hand and pulled him over to her. Sitting up, she looked so deep into his face that he felt almost shy. Which made no sense considering how intimate they had just been. She reached her hand out and let it wander over his chest, feeling his muscles and down over his abdomen. Licking her lips and looking at him again, her fingers trailed down further, below the waistband of his pants. He stood straight up, hard as a rock. She squeezed the outside of him, taking in his size. It felt too good to resist and he leaned into her, capturing her mouth again with his. As his tongue swept into her mouth, she twirled it with her own and then sucked on it. The soft wet heat of her mouth was too much and he knew he was going to lose control. She grabbed him by the ass, pulling him to her. It would be so easy to push his way into the hot wet mess he had made her.
But time was up and he would have a client entering the waiting room any moment. He disengaged, which was physically one of the hardest things he had ever had to do.
“Not now, not this time,” he barely got out before turning away.
She let him go and he shut the door behind him, feeling like he barely escaped. The bell that signalled the front door opening shook him out of it, and he went to wash his hands and prepare for the next person. By the time he was no longer erect and was ready to greet the next client, the subway woman had come out and was putting her shoes on.
All business now, he greeted the new client who was an older woman he had worked on many times before. Not wanting to sound too eager, he said goodbye as neutrally as he could. She played along and barely made eye contact.
As she walked out the door, she turned to look one last time. “Took me forever to figure out how to find you. At least it was worth it.”
“I’ll see you soon then,” he ventured. “There is another approach we can try that requires a different position.”
She said nothing, but her sexy lips quirked up one side as she closed the door behind her.