“You know I love you so very much, Annie. You know you’re in control and you know you can stop at any point, right?” Jim smiled and hugged me as I trembled in his arms. Anxiety? Nervousness? Excitement? Probably a bit of all three – and more!
I was nervous, but what was about to happen was something we had both shared in fantasy while making love – seducing, or being seduced, by a masseuse. Our individual responses each time were seismic, shaking orgasms.
We’d feed the fire of our fantasy every time we visited our local massage parlor. One room for couples had us naked and draped on separate tables. Sometimes, though, we were lucky enough to share the double-wide table room. It was intimate – lying next to each other and holding hands while the fingers of our individual masseuses glided across our bodies.
We shared smiles, winks, and knowing glances while being massaged – especially when their hands working on our legs. It was incredibly erotic. Sometimes we’d have two female massages, sometimes two males, and sometimes a female for Jim and a male for me. It depended on what fantasy we had shared that week, and Jim always allowed me to choose the genders.
I gave Jim one last squeeze, looked up at him and asked, “Are you sure? I mean really, really sure?”
“I look forward to you just exploring your pleasure and sexuality. You know how much that always turns me on,” Jim replied in hushed tones. “And like I’ve said, do this for you first; do this to your comfort. Now go before I change my mind!” he smiled.
I kissed my wonderful husband one more time, stared at him and thought about how much I loved him and how lucky I was. I then turned and parted the chiffon drapes, entering the hotel room from the balcony where Jim waited.
The room was spacious and romantic. Jim had brought flowers and candles. The ocean view from our tenth-floor suite was exquisite. We had kept the balcony doors open, and the chiffon drapes blew ethereally inward with the light sea breeze.
I walked over to the massage table and climbed under the sheets, face down. I took a deep breath and called out, “Ready!”
Timothy entered from the bathroom, where he had discreetly washed his hands while I undressed. I didn’t look up at him. Instead, I kept my eyes shut, almost too tightly. “Relax!” I thought to myself.
Timothy was a good looking guy. Late thirties maybe, masculine but not too muscular, and definitely not too pretty like many male masseurs seemed to be these days. Short cropped brown hair accented his prominent jawline. Beyond that, I was too nervous to notice.
I heard him turn on his digital player, and soothing new age music washed over the room. I jumped at his first touch when Timothy started massaging me briskly through the sheets. “Relax, Ann. If I apply too much or too little pressure, you let me know, okay?”
“Okay” I managed to mutter.
Oh, jeez! I thought. What if he has an inkling? What if he smells my sex?
Since the massage table didn’t have a face hole, I laid with my head turned sideways, able to view the balcony door. I was hoping to catch a glimpse of Jim, but try as I might, I couldn’t see him. He was staying well hidden.
Timothy proceeded to pull the sheets down to my waist and oil me up. His warm hands felt wonderful, and soon I felt myself falling into a blissful state of relaxation.
Just enjoy the massage, Annie, I told myself.
As Timothy proceeded to pull the sheets down and expose my upper glutes, I tensed up for a moment in anticipation of his hands on my ass.
“Are you doing okay, Ann?” Timothy asked.
Wow… this guy’s intuitive! I thought. “Fine thanks,” I managed to reply.
“If you ever feel uncomfortable, you let me know, okay?” Timothy informed.
“Mmm-hmm,” was all I could muster as I felt Timothy’s expert hands begin to massage my glutes.
God, how I loved the feeling of strong male hands on my ass. Jim had guessed as much at our first couples massage and finally dragged it out of me.
I wasn’t experienced – not like Jim. He had enjoyed a number of girlfriends and lovers before me. During our time together, I had asked him to share. Instead of being jealous, I was curious – and fascinated to hear of his sexual past.
It turned me on because, of all the women Jim had been with, he chose me. I was the benefactor of all that practice and experience. And it gave me incredible mind candy for my masturbation sessions – picturing Jim in various sexual positions. The thought of seeing him with another woman, of sitting next to him while she sucked his dick, or Jim eating me out while I watched him being swallowed could make me cum in an instant.
I have to say, our sex life was fucking good, pardon the pun.
As for me, well… I was more involved in school. I had a boyfriend or two and I thought the sex was good until I met Jim. He took me to a whole other realm of sensuousness and eroticism. In fact, I don’t think I knew what sensuous was until Jim.
When we began sharing our fantasies, though Jim was unabashed, he had a gentle way of letting me lead. He made it comfortable for me to share. I never felt judged or “dirty” (there’s a word from my Mother!).
What I felt was free.
I told Jim how much I loved the strong hands of a masseuse on my ass, and how I would sometimes get wet just thinking about those hands being so close to penetrating me. Thus began our massage fantasies.
I would begin with a simple thought, and Jim would turn it into an erotic masterpiece.
Jim had a gift for creating stimulating, detailed fantasies. His descriptions were so rich that he would take our minds places together. Most of the time during our lovemaking, I was ready to cum before Jim ever entered me.
I felt Timothy’s expert hands kneaded their way down the bottom of one ass cheek to my upper thigh, the sheets expertly tucked to conceal my slit.
Thank god, because I felt the blood rushing past my pubic bone to my fleshy lips. Lost in my memory of me and Jim, I had begun heating up and hadn’t realized it.
Timothy’s back was to the balcony. As he continued his expert massage, I glanced towards the balcony and caught a glimpse of Jim smiling at me. His hand rubbed his cock through his jeans, the bulge noticeable on every downstroke.
I softly closed my eyes as they rolled upward at the thought of Jim’s cock. Though I wasn’t an expert, as far as cocks went, Jim’s was beautiful. Slightly above average size, but its girth and the ridge of his circumcised head drove me wild.
“You uncomfortable, Annie?” Timothy asked. I had subconsciously begun moving my hips while entertaining my sexual thoughts, and Timothy was mistaking my growing sense of arousal for discomfort!
“Fine, thanks,” I half-whispered. “It feels wonderful…”
As Timothy moved down my leg, I thought to myself “If you’re ever going to do it, now’s the time, Annie”.
I moved my leg apart ever so slightly in rhythm with Timothy’s strokes.
“Did he notice? He’s not changing his tempo. God, what now. My pussy aches!” Timothy couldn’t hear my thoughts and continued on with his massage.
Every now and then I felt a slight brush of his trousers against my hand. I feigned to get more comfortable and moved my hands towards the edge of the table.
To be continued…
