Wendys Massage Treatment

This is a fantasy I have written for my wife. It's the first I have written for someone other than myself, so it is not as dirty or graphic as my other stories. I have tried to aim it at female readers, so if there are actually and female readers of this would you please leave a comment, to tell me how it read and if it was interesting.

Wendy had done 7 straight days at the clinic, including a full weekend on call. She was exhausted and very tense. Her daily yoga practice had not been putting either her mind or body at ease, either spiritually or physically.

Today was Monday, a day of due to having worked the full weekend on call, so she decided to treat herself to some much-needed relaxation at the treatment spa down the road.

As she walked in, the scent of lavender filled the air, and soothing music played in the background. She was greeted by a friendly receptionist, who offered a choice of several types of massages.

Choosing the deluxe package, which included a full-body massage, and a facial.

The receptionist told her to go into room 3 and get ready, Evan, the masseuse would be along shortly and would take it from there.

Wendy was lying facedown on the table as Evan walked in.

"Good morning Wendy," he said, as he poured some massage oil onto his hands and rubbing them together to warm up the oil. "Let's get you nice and relaxed and ready to face the week."

He began by rubbing the oil into Wendy's skin, working on the knots and tight spots, in Wendy's neck. She could feel him working his thumbs along the sides of my neck and then kneading the muscles there.

"Mmmm," she moaned. "That feels good."

He pressed harder.

"You have some tightness here."

"Yeah, I've been standing and bending over all week. I work long hours. I don't always remember to take breaks." she said.

He rubbed deeper into her neck muscles, moving his thumbs upwards to the base of the skull and onto the scalp. It felt like her head was floating.

"I'll bet you're feeling better already," he said

"Yes," she replied.

After a short period he moved down to her shoulders, working gently at first, he increased the pressure as the muscles warmed up to his touch.

She felt him pour more oil into the dimples of her lower back, and he began to push his thumbs into them in a corkscrewing motion.

"Ooooohhhh," she sighed. "That's heavenly." she said.

"Good. I like when people tell me how good it feels. Gives me confidence that I'm getting the right spot."

Wendy laughed softly. "Then I guess you are. Keep going."

She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations. He continued massaging the muscles along my spine, occasionally dipping into the little pockets between each vertebra, pressing down deep.

"Do you want me to go deeper or keep going like this?" he asked

"You're loosening me up. Keep going. It feels so good." she replied.

"I bet your glutes are just as tense and in need of a seeing to," he said.

She turned my head to look over her shoulder. His face was twisted in concentration, and he looked so sexy. His biceps bulged as he worked his fingers into my skin.

"You're staring at me. What's wrong?" He asked.

Wendy smiled. "Nothing's wrong. I'm just enjoying watching you work. You seem to be in a trance."

He grinned at me. "Pop your face back in the hole, and let me work my magic," he said.

He bent over and started working on my buttocks, digging deep into the fleshy muscles. After a few minutes, she felt his fingers reaching around to massage the small of her back.

"Whoa. That feels good."

She barely had the words out before he picked up the pace. Damn! He was strong. she felt the tension in her buttocks release as he worked them. Kneading with his knuckles, pressing with his thumbs, she thought she even felt an elbow used.

He alternated between the glutes and the lower back. Gentle on the dimples, but hard on the butt.

"That's enough for the derriere for now. Let's move on to the calves." He said.

Evan moved down the table and started to apply more oil, this time into Wendy's toned calves. When he got to the ankles, he put his hands on her feet and began kneading the arch of each foot

"Oh wow. That feels amazing," said Wendy.

Evan didn't say anything; he just continued. Within a few moments, she could feel a tingling in the toes, and then in the rest of her legs. Moving his hands up towards her thighs. She parted them slightly, so he had space to work on each leg. He began massaging the inside of her thighs.

She felt him get to the point where they met the groin area, where his hands pause for a short period of time. Then he went back to massaging slightly lower.

After about 10 minutes Evan said, "You seem less tense and more relaxed in your legs." let's move to the shoulders. "Can you flip on your back for me, please?"

Wendy did so and found the overhead lights quite bright and not very relaxing.

"Can the lights be dimmed?" she asked, "it's quite bright in here."

"Unfortunately not," he said, "they are quite bright, I can offer you a flight mask to block out some of the light if that would help?"

Even passed over an eye mask from a drawer, she placed it over her eyes and laid back down. Pouring yet more oil onto his hands and went to work on the front of her shoulders and neck.

Wendy let out an involuntary moan when he dug his thumbs into the muscles near the base of her skull, pulling his hands upwards from the top of the spine to the scalp, carefully and gently pulling the hair a bit. Her neck muscles were always tense from working all day, but it seemed like they were really tense today.

After a minute or two, he started digging deep into both sides of her shoulders. The slight pain made her grunt. Good god! He knows what he's doing. He continued to dig and press into my shoulders for several minutes.

Evan then moved his hands down the arm. He spent what seemed like an age massaging each finger of her left hand, then working slowly back up her arm, attending to the forearm, bicep and tricep. He descended down the right arm and continued to administer his fingerings to her right hand.

Wendy was now fully relaxed. Evan came back to the head of the table and began to rub gently on her collarbone and upper chest area, his fingers deftly erasing any tension and soreness from the muscles. He ran both hands down the between her arms and chest, coming back up in long lightly pressured strokes. Each time, his hands moved slightly inwards towards her breasts.

She was starting to feel flushed and aroused by his touch. She sure she was getting a bit wet down below.

"I'm going to move my thumbs out a little further," he said. "Let me know if it's too much."

As he began to move his hands down again she felt his thumbs catch the side of her breasts, she let out a small gasp as he continued to do this, each downward stroke was moving his thumbs closer to her nipples, which despite her reservations on where this was going were becoming very hard.

The next downward stroke caused his thumbs to run over the edge of both areola simultaneously. Wendy let out a low moan of pleasure.

"Is that too much?" he asked.

She said nothing, just feeling the warmth and wetness in her pussy grow.

Evan continued with the massage, up and down her upper body. The next time he moved up he ran his thumbs over the top of Wendy's, now very hard nipples. Her mind was racing. How much further would he go? How much further should she let him go?

This continued for a dozen or more strokes.

The impertinence of his touch was downright unprofessional, no doubt a case of indecent assault. She should get up and leave, complaining about being felt up in an unprofessional manner. Yet she desperately wanted him to explore her body more but didn't dare voice any desires to him. She could only hope he could sense her need and desire to be pleasured.

Eventually, as his thumbs reached her nipples again he lingered just a little longer. As he brought his hands back up her body, she felt him cup her breasts whilst he massaged the nipples in a circular motion. Every two circles, he stopped and gently pinched one between his thumb and forefinger, alternating as he did so.

Two circles pinch on my right nipple, two circles pinch on my left nipple, and so on. His touch became even more intimate as he ran his hands slowly down to her belly button and pressed his thumbs on either side of it, gently rubbing it in a circular motion.

Wendy was lost in the moment. All of a sudden he started to caress lower, along the crease between the waist and hip. He massaged his way down the hip bones to her pubic bone.

Oh, my god! He has reached my mound and is running his hands over it. Thought Wendy. He then gently parted my legs, exposing her pussy.

Moving his hands, he gently gripped her thighs as his thumbs made circular motions at the top of the inside of her thighs. Now and then, his thumbs would move slightly higher until eventually, they were level with my outer labia lips.

"Do you need more?" he asked

"Mmmm." She answered, still in a state of conflict, should she let him go further?

Wendy desperately needed some release, but should she complain and leave?

Evan continued with the same circling motion, but this time, his thumbs were pressing against the folds of her pussy lips. Causing even further arousal, this finally broke the conflict in Wendy's mind as she mentally gave her body to the stranger. He repeated this a couple of times, before suddenly sliding his thumbs between the now very wet pussy lips and into her opening.

He started rubbing her pussy lips together in a back-and-forth motion. Wendy could feel how wet she was, how wet his impertinent touching was making her.

She let out a soft moan as he inserted two fingers between her lips and into her pussy. He started to slide them in and out, slowly and gently finger fucking her with them. She felt his hand turn around so the pads of his index and middle finger started to rub on the G Spot area in a come hither motion.

This enormously pleasurable act continued for a while, a soft squelching sound coming from her wet pussy. Then his thumb came into play, gently moving against the clit. Wendy gasped at this point. Desperate for release, she could feel her orgasm building, a heady sense of emotional pleasure and physical need.

He moved his free hand up to her breast and started to tease a nipple. God, he was good. A few more slow thrusts from his fingers and his thumb started to rub faster on her clit, Wendy's body started to tense and the orgasm continued to build.

She didn't think she could take it anymore, but Evan was relentless.

He sensed the impending arrival of the climax and stopped all movement within her pussy, removing his thumb from her clit. He just continued to roll a nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

"Not yet, Wendy," he said, "not yet. You are nearly there, but you will come when I allow it."

She cried out in frustration. "oh just give it to me please." She said not being able to stand it anymore.

"You want to come, don't you? You think you are ready," he said.

"Yes, please" she begged.

"Hmmm more G spot or more clit?" he wondered out loud. "Or perhaps just the nipples, maybe I should take my fingers from within you and play with your gorgeous hard nipples? See if I can make you cum just from playing with your two very hard buds, but I guess you can be greedy and have all three."

So he began to massage all areas again.

This time, Wendy was even more aroused. Her heart was beating so fast, and her breathing quickened, as the mind and body mind raced for release.

With his fingers still inside, he moved up closer.

"Do you like my fingers where they are?" he whispered in my ear?

"God yes, she panted."

"Would you like to come for me?"

"Oh god yes, please let me come." she replied.

"Good girl." he replied.

He started to use his fingers on the G Spot again, this time he bent down and lowered his mouth to find a hard fleshy nipple.

Taking it between his lips he flicked his tongue over it and around it in circles. He sucked harder, pulling his head upwards a bit as he stretched out the bud, pulling it away from her breast, and continuing to flick it with his tongue. He moved from one nipple to the other administering a similar pull, suck, lick action, as she felt his thumb return to her clit.

"Oh, fuck, please let me come, please," she begged.

"Shh, Wendy, all in good time, be in the moment, concentrate on your breathing. You are close, so close."

Wendy's orgasm was building quickly. She could feel his fingers press a bit harder on her G Spot and his sucking on her nipples grew stronger.

With every swipe of his tongue across a nipple, Wendy felt herself getting closer and closer to an explosive climax.

She tried to hold on as long as she could, caught between the pleasure of what she was experiencing and the desperate need for release.

The pressure on the G Spot increased as his fingers rubbed faster and faster, and he applied more pressure to her clit.

As she felt the first pulse of her orgasm, she gasped and let go, screaming out loud as she came. The pressure on her G spot seemed to increased as the orgasm grew more intense. Wendy's body shook, as her climax rocked her as if it would never end. She burst into tears at the culmination of her physical and mental journey.

After what seemed like hours, the orgasm subsided. Wendy laid there panting heavily, catching her breath, her body spent, a hot flush ran through her body. Despite the end of the orgasm, her groin felt like it was on fire.

Removing the mask she opened her eyes to find the room empty. Looking down she could see a gentle bite mark on her breast next to her nipple. There was a pool of liquid on the table. She must have squirted as she climaxed.

Recovering from the orgasm Wendy got dressed. She went outside to the reception and asked if she could book the same masseuse for next week.

"Evan?" she said, "Yes no problem, he's new, only been here a couple of weeks, but I must say his re-bookings are very high for someone so new. How about the same time on Monday?"

"Ahh said Wendy I have to work, how late does he stay?"

"He comes in when requested, he has a 6pm appointment, how about 7pm?"

"Yes, that would work." She said

"Great see you next week.

Wendy arrived back at the spa the following week just before her appointment time. She was stressed and tired again after another hard week's work, but she had arrived in the hope of being de-stressed by Evan, perhaps in more ways than one.

Ever since her first appointment with him, she had been fantasising about his hands, and how he used his fingers to such good effect. She was expecting a relaxing massage at his hands, and based on her previous visit, she was hoping, a mind blowing orgasm as well.

Amanda, the receptionist greeted her warmly and took her into a lounge area, where she waited for a few minutes before Evan arrived to greet her.

"Hey there, Wendy," Evan said as he walked into the lounge. "It's good to see you again."

"It's good to be back." She replied, "how are you?"

"I'm good, thanks," Evan replied. "Are you ready for your treatment today?"

"More than you know," Wendy replied."

The two of them walked into the massage room together, and once they were inside, Evan asked Wendy to disrobe and get onto the massage table.

When Wendy got onto the table face down, Evan started working on her shoulders.

"How has your week been?" he asked as he oiled up his hands and started to work on her neck.

"It's been hectic as usual," she answered.

"Too much work, and not enough play. Is that right? Is that why you needed another appointment?" He asked as he pushed his fingers harder into Wendy's shoulders.

"That's partly right," Wendy admitted. "The other part is that I missed the way you made me feel last time."

"I understand," Evan said as he moved down to work on her lower back. "And how did I make you feel?" he asked as his fingers drifted down her back.

"You know exactly how you made me feel," Wendy said. "But you want me to tell you, anyway?"

"No, that's not necessary," Evan said as his hands worked their way to Wendy's dimples. "This is all about you, not me. Why don't you just lay there and relax? No need to talk anymore, although he these rooms are quite soundproof, so if you need to moan or scream later that's not a problem."

"Just let yourself go. I will take care of everything else." With that said, Evan started working on Wendy's upper legs and buttocks, and soon her breathing deepened as she relaxed on the table."

"That feels great," Wendy said softly as he continued working his magic.

Evan started to increase the pressure of his fingers into Wendy's glutes. He was alternating between hard fingertips or knuckles, and soft sweeping motions across her butt cheeks. After a good bit of pummelling, he returned to soft finger strokes, moving from her dimples to the top of her thighs. Every now and again, his fingers slipped and caressed down between her cheeks onto her bud. She was not used to being touched there. Each time sent a small jolt of pleasure and confusion. The pleasure from the illicit touching, and the confusion from the location of the touching.

She wanted to stop him, but his touch felt so good, so she held her counsel and allowed him free rein on her body.

Evan eventually moved from focusing on her bottom to do so on her feet. Massaging both feet together, focusing on each individual toe, rubbing and gently pulling each one in turn. He moved upwards, administering his touch to the calves, and then the upper thighs. Wendy parted her legs so he could get a better access, hoping for more accidental touching of her most sensitive spots.

This did not happen, and instead she got the same attention on her inner thighs, first on one side, then on the other, then both together. His hands and fingertips were so close to touching where she need him to touch, yet he kept them away from her sex. Each stroke or movement pausing just before the point of immorality.

Wendy's breathing increased as she became even more aroused. Her heart raced, thinking about what she desperately wanted Evan to do next. Fuck me with your fingers, please she pleaded in her mind. And still, Evan avoided going any closer to her pleasure spot.

Instead, he moved back down her body, stopping only long enough to lightly kiss the soles of her feet, and gently suck on her toes. Then up to the back of her knees, and proceeding up the outside of her thighs. Each time planting butterfly kisses to these locations, barley touching them with the tip of his tongue as he withdrew his lips.

"Can you turn over for me please?" he asked. "Do you need an eye mask like last time?"

What I need is your fingers inside me, she thought, but instead said yes, she would like a mask. Evan passed her a mask, and she put it on and laid back down, her breasts exposed, and she opened her legs further apart as if in invitation to Evan.

He started to massage her neck and upper chest, just like last time. This time however When Evan arrived at Wendy's breasts there was no preamble, or coy pretending of accidental touch. He oiled them up and started a gentle fingering of her fleshy globes.

They were his playground, and he intended to have fun with them. Moving around the entire breast, he  spent time running his fingertips over her soft skin. Down the sides, across the top, on the underside. All the time avoiding touching her nipples before moving on to the other breast.

He repeated this process twice more, and then his finger began to linger on her nipples, spending longer on each stroke, until he finally circled the perimeter of each one, ending at the tip.