Title: Massage
Generated 24.03.2022
"Great. Another soccer mom." I dryly thought to myself as I read the profile for my next appointment. "Age 32. 3 kids. Soreness in neck and shoulders. 90 minute massage."
I didn't have anything against soccer moms per se, but I was only working as a masseuse to make as much extra money on the side as possible while I finished my degree. Young moms didn't tend to tip very well.
I had been giving massages at this gym for the last 4 years on and off when I needed some extra cash. But now with graduation looming and my student loans dried up, I was working more than I ever had before to have enough money to travel over the summer before I started my real job in the fall.
My favorite clients were actually gay men. They seemed to give the best tips. Even though I'm straight, I have always seemed to garner extra attention from men. I'm handsome enough. I have dark hair and bright blue eyes. I have an athletic build and try to take care of my body.
But this soccer mom coming in was going to be just like the hundreds of others. The only odd thing was that she booked 90 minutes for some neck soreness. I was a little worried about how to fill the time without focusing on some other areas. But that was no big deal. I would come up with something.
When she entered the room, my back was turned to her as I was folding towels. Without turning around, I welcomed her to the room and told her I would leave her to change. As I turned around and caught my first sight of her, I momentarily forgot how to breathe. She was stunning. She stood there smiling at me and lighting up the entire room. I'm 90% sure there were angels singing.
She had long brown hair with blond accents. It was wavy and beachy. She had on a loose fitting sleeveless top with a deep v neck. She wasn't dressed "sexy," but I have a feeling that she looks sexy no matter what she wears.
She did not look like she'd had 3 kids. She was toned and fit. She looked young and athletic. You could have told me she was on the track team at my university, and I wouldn't have batted an eye. Her arms were lean and strong and tan. Her top hinted that she may be hiding some world class boobs. But she was far from flaunting them. She had on some denim shorts with the typical holes/fraying, but the legs coming out were anything but typical. They were tan, sculpted, long, and beautiful.
She wasn't necessarily tall, but I swear it took me 30 minutes to look at her legs because I was so captivated by their shape and color and texture. I was never much of a leg guy, but all I could think about was running my tongue all the way up and down those legs.
When I finally snapped out of my trance and looked up at her, she was just smiling at me. I am sure she noticed my staring, but I got the feeling that she was not used to the attention and either didn't notice it or maybe even enjoyed it. I felt a huge sense of relief that she wasn't upset because it would have made the next 90 minutes really uncomfortable.
Speaking of uncomfortable, I noticed my pants had started to feel a little tighter than normal. The pants I wear at work are pretty thin. They are white and loose and in the right light just a little translucent. About 18 months ago, I came to the gym to workout before I started my shift. When I got out of the shower, I realized I had left my briefs at home. No big deal, I just went to work free-balling. That day happened to be the highest tip total I have ever received. After that, it became my habit to ditch the drawers when I was working.
It felt pretty harmless. I was making more money, and if people liked seeing the outline of my cock in my pants or liked watching it sway as I walked around the room, then who was I to judge? I had been pretty fortunate so far to avoid an embarrassing erection while I was *unsupported.* I'd had a few close calls, but had been able to duck out of the room or think about stamp collecting and avoid being caught.
But today, I was not so lucky. My cock was growing by the second, and I watched her eyes widen when she glanced down and realized what was happening.
I stood paralyzed for a few moments, unsure of what to do next. Those few seconds were all it took for my dick to be pushing itself hard against my pants and remove any doubt about what was going on.
My client was not shy about staring. She had her gorgeous eyes trained on my pants and had watched the whole thing. She had seen my dick's outline go from subtle to absurd. Her half-smile made me think she was enjoying the show, but maybe she was just surprised. Either way, I was so embarrassed!
I told her the same thing I tell all my clients. "Disrobe to your comfort, lie down on the table facedown, cover yourself with the towel, and I will come back in a few minutes to get started." I didn't even wait for a response, I got out of there as quickly as I could.
As soon as I closed the door, I stopped and put my hand against the wall to steady myself. All the blood had rushed out of my brain and I was pretty flustered. This was so uncharacteristic for me. I am usually quick on my feet, but I'm sure I looked like a bumbling, horny idiot to her just now.
I took a few deep breaths to regain my composure. I was determined to be professional. I actually thought about running to the bathroom to masturbate so I didn't embarrass myself again in front of her.
After a few minutes, I stood at the doorway again. Before I opened the door, I spent a moment preparing myself. "Just be cool, man" I thought. "This is someone's mom. Just go in there and do your job." I didn't open the door until I was sure I was ready to be a complete professional. Finally, full of confidence and focus, I turned the handle and pushed the door open.
No amount of focus or self pep-talk could have prepared me for what I saw.
She had followed all of my directions except one. She had not put the towel over her waist. She was laying there facedown, 100% naked with nothing covering her. I gasped. Out loud. My brain was shouting orders at my body. My body was not interested in listening.
All my work to get rid of my boner was wasted as I was instantly rock hard. At my gasp, she turned her head towards me lifting her chest slightly off the table as she turned exposing just a hint of her sideboob. I'm sure my face was bright red. I bet I looked like a total idiot, but she didn't seem upset. She had on her smile that I'm now convinced was causing global warming.
"What's wrong?" she asked, sounding innocent.
"Sorry. Usually people like to cover themselves with a towel for privacy. I'll grab one for you." It was my first normal sounding sentence yet. That's good. It would have felt like I was in better control if my dick wasn't actively trying to get out of my pants.
Again with that half-smile of hers, she kept her eyes locked on my pants as I walked across the room to get her a towel. I held the towel in front of my waist as I walked back to her to try and shield myself. When she noticed I was using the towel to block her view, she put her face back down.
As I approached the table and prepared to put the towel on her, I made my next mistake. I gasped again. Out loud again. I didn't mean to. It just happened. But if you had seen the ass that was seeing right then, you would have gasped too.
Her sexy lower back faded into the most delicious looking ass I had ever seen. It was simultaneously toned and soft. It was the perfect size. She obviously never skipped leg day at the gym because that ass was full and tight. I was approaching her from the side and could just make out where the shadows began on her inner thighs and under her ass cheeks. I wanted to live in those shadows. I wanted to get lost exploring her body. I wanted to touch her, to taste her.
My desire to lick those legs was back stronger than ever. I wanted to run my tongue up and down her ass until my tongue wore down to nothing. I am not an ass man. I never have been. Butts have always just seemed a little gross to me. But at that moment, I had become a full butt-liever. I would do anything to touch and taste that ass.
