This is a true story – or at least parts of it. I'll let you decide which parts.
My next massage session with Ella had been scheduled for the following week, but I caught a cold and didn't want to spread my germs around so I postponed an extra week. Then I strained my back lifting some boxes and could barely move. I texted Ella several times to whine – I certainly wouldn't get any sympathy from my wife. Ella promised to fix me when I finally made it back to the spa.
Ella beamed a smile when she saw me in the reception area, but she was running late with her last client so I waited patiently. My back pain had eased up quite a bit so I was simply looking forward to another great massage.
Finally, I was ushered into the back and I took my place under the sheet. We commenced the obligatory small talk and I asked how she had been doing with work, and her acting, and life in general. I mentioned how my back was better but still sore and she told me that she had been working on a client earlier in the day – and that for some reason she strained her back in the process. So, of course, I offered to give her a massage – albeit amateur. She never really responded so we just continued on as usual.
She managed to bring me to tears with some of the stretching and deep tissue work. I'm pretty sure she enjoyed it and was maybe getting some of her frustrations out. Time flew as usual and we regained some of that comfortable chatter that I enjoyed.
Even without trying, our conversation turned to sex and love. She admitted that she had been in some bad relationships and she had used sex as a means of manipulating her partner. I wondered where I fell in the spectrum of things as we were not in a traditional relationship. But it was a relationship nonetheless. If she was manipulating me, I couldn't tell – or maybe I didn't care as long as I was getting her affections.
Time flew as usual. Of course my normal 90 minute massage was being cut short for extracurricular activities. But I certainly couldn't feel cheated out of my time. We finished my massage with me face down again. She told me to turn over while she stepped out of the room for a few minutes. That was different, but I did as instructed. She was gone for a few minutes and I even started to drift off in a post-massage relaxed state.
There was no indication why she had been gone so long, but when she came back in, she told me to stand up while she stripped down to her bra and panties. She showed me where the massage oil was and told me to go ahead and start my massage on her. I have found that massaging a woman can be as relaxing as getting a massage, but this one was slightly different as I was completely nude.
I used plenty of oil and started kneading her lower back. I had to let her guide me with her words since I was not familiar enough with her body to know where the aches and pains might be. I was amazed at the tight, athletic body. Any other time I had given a massage there were soft layers over the aching muscle, but Ella was all muscle. I had to apply pressure to make a dent. The more pressure I applied, the louder her tiny moans became.
Occasionally, she would speak or gesture and brush against my dick. It was no longer flaccid; my nudist tendencies were enjoying the view and the cool air of the massage room.
I angled around to the left and pushed her lacy red panties half way down her ripe rear end so I could continue applying pressure to her glutes. I started using my forearm and a louder moan escaped her luscious lips. "Harder" was about all I got out of her. I'm no lightweight and I'm always a little worried that I might push too hard – especially since I'm an amateur. But I did as instructed – her tiny moans urging me on. "Mmm. Mmm. Mmm."
