Cate Tales Ch 03 Toms Plan

Tom's Plan

A thrill's a thrill.

Cate was just getting ready to head out the door when Tom asked, "Hey baby, where you headed?"

"It's Tuesday. My massage day, so I'm heading over to the spa for my regular appointment. Why do you ask?" said Cate.

Oh, just curious. Hey, I've always wondered... what's the process on massage day? I've never gone. How does it work?"

"How do you mean, how does it work? How does what work?"

"I don't know, I've always wondered... are you completely naked when you get massaged? Like at a rub 'n' tug?" he asked laughing.

"No, you're not completely naked. You're topless so that there's no bra straps in the way but you're wearing undies, so it's all quite modest," Cate explained.

"Is the massage person in the room when you get undressed?" Tom wanted to know.

"No, of course not. And the massage person is called a massage therapist these days. In the past, they have been known as either a masseuse or a masseur. They leave the room while you get undressed and you slide under a sheet, called a drape, on the massage table. Then they just expose the area they're going to work on and the drape covers the rest. It's all very proper and professional. Why are you asking me all these questions?"

"Just educating myself is all. So what do you have? A masseuse or a masseur?" asked Tom.

"I have a masseur. His name is Mitchell and I have been going to him for almost two years. How do you not know that? I've mentioned him many, many times. Anyway, it's wonderful having a regular therapist because he knows my body very well by now. He knows where I hold all my stress and how to relieve it. He's extremely good and worth every penny. And massages are not cheap. Any more questions Perry Mason? Can the witness step down? Cate joked. "You're going to make me late."

"Well, now I'm just wondering if you had ever thought of maybe, you know, having a little fun with him sometime," Tom enquired.

"Fun? How so? What kind of fun are you talking about, weirdo?"

"Well, since you've been seeing the same guy for that long, why don't you just tell him that there is no longer any reason for him to leave the room when you get on the table? Don't wear a lot to begin with so it's easy to get naked, strip down quickly, and climb aboard. See what happens. Does he massage your ass and boobs?"

"Oh boy. So that's where this is going. Don't play dumb with me, goofy. You know exactly what happens in the massage room. You just wanted to pump me for some info on Mitchell and see if there was a chance you could get me to expose myself to the poor unsuspecting guy. Am I correct? asked Cate. "And no, he doesn't do my bum or my boobs but would if asked, I suppose."

"Well, if a man gets to see you naked then I certainly wouldn't call him a 'poor guy'. So here's what I think you should do today. Go in as usual, tell him not to bother leaving the room because what you have on will come off easy, and you can save a little time. And then tell him to just cover your ass with a towel when you lay down on your stomach. Let him do his regular thing to you but then, before he turns you over, ask him to remove the towel and have him do your butt and legs. Open them a little so he can get a nice peek at your cute little pussy. When it's time to do your front, tell him to just put the towel back over your mound, but say you'd like him to do your boobs as well. So no cover is necessary. Check every now and then to see if he gets an erection and just enjoy the massage. And then when you get home... tell me all about it. That's the plan. What do you think?" Tom finally asked.

"I think you're crazy, that's what I think. Mitchell is a very professional, all-business type of guy. He's not overly chatty during our sessions. He checks in to ask about pressure and location and things like that and we've talked a bit about our lives but it's general stuff. I'd say he's kind of reserved and maybe somewhat shy. I get how you think this would be fun if you were there watching but you'll be here, so where's the thrill? Plus, I really don't want to freak the guy out. I'd hate to weird him out so much that I lose him as my therapist. He's very good and we've become very good friends over time," Cate said.

"The thrill for me will be when you come back and give me all the lurid details. Where he touched you.. how he touched you.. how you felt... how he felt... shit like that. Of course, I'd rather be there to witness it for myself but hearing about it will have to do. You know how I like hearing about your extra special experiences. Should I mention the Cate and Ruby brainstorming session? I think you owe me one for that little episode, don't you?

"So, you should just play it super casual. Act like it's no big deal and you don't have a care in the world about getting naked and having a butt and boob massage. In fact, go ahead and ask him up front if he'd be cool with it. Put the ball in his court and if he tells you it's a problem, put the brakes on and just do your regular thing. No harm, no foul. Come on. You know it'll be fun and probably more than a little exciting. I bet you'll come home all horny and damp and we'll devour each other like animals." Tom said, making his best case.

"Oh. My gawd. How can you bring up the Ruby thing again? It was just one of those things and I told you all about it. Every detail for fuck sake. Yes, I should have told you that night, but I was tired, you were working, and I had yet to figure out how I felt about it myself. Some things take time to process. Plus, I told you, she didn't even touch me. Well, she felt my boobs, for like a minute, but other than that it was all me doing her. It was a mercy mission for fuck sake. I told you...seven months she went without! Plus, didn't I apologize to you in the dirtiest possible way? As I recall you said that particular blowjob was fucking epic! I dressed up in that slutty lingerie you like, put on my highest heels, squatted in front of you like a whore, and let you spray my tits. I think all should be forgiven."

"Okay, sorry. I'm actually over the Ruby episode but thought I could use it to guilt you into something fun."

"All right, fine, I'll do what you want. But this will make us even for the Ruby thing and it doesn't ever get mentioned again. Got it?" Cate said, reaching under her dress, pulling off her panties and tossing them at her husband. "But if I think Mitchell's going to freak out, or if he shows even the slightest hesitation, I call the whole thing off. Deal?"

"Perfect, it's a deal." said Tom, pocketing the underwear. "And trust me, if Mitchell isn't gay, there will be no hesitation on his part to go through with this. He'd have to be crazy to not want to massage those giant tits and rub that juicy ass."

"Plus, you know it'll be fun. You'll love it," Tom stated emphatically.

"Okay, I'm going. I'll see you in a couple of hours. Oh, and Mitchell isn't gay but he is single and has been for some time now. What if he wants to seduce me? To take me right there on the massage table? He's got very strong hands - I'm not sure I'd be able to fend him off. What then genius?" she asked, only half-joking.

"Very funny. As if that's going to happen. Like they say, 'Know your limit - Play within it.' Well, that may be a gambling maxim, but it still applies," said Tom.

"No, be serious now. What are the limits? This is a situation where it'll be way too easy for two people to get wound up. Of course, he's not going to force himself on me, he's not that guy, but what about me? What if I get so excited from his skilled kneading and stroking of some pretty sensitive parts that I get super turned on? Am I to just embarrass myself by leaking all over the table? Do I hold back my sighs and groans so he doesn't think I'm getting horny? My nipples are not going to behave themselves because I'm mentally telling them to. I mean, come on, there's going to be all kinds of signs if my motor gets running. Have you even thought this through from my perspective?"

"Hmm. Fuck. No. I guess I haven't. I got carried away thinking about getting you naked in front of someone and teasing the shit out of them. Just my little kink taking over and running wild. Sorry baby. I feel like a selfish bastard now. Forgive me."

"No, it's okay. I get it. You enjoyed hearing about the Ruby thing almost as if you were there, and you thought this would be kind of the same. But it's not. His hands will be all over me and I'm going to get aroused. For sure. I know it. And so, in all likelihood, will he. That didn't happen at Ruby's. If you want to hear a lurid tale when I get home, you better tell me what that should be. I mean, I'm sure I'll be able to resist and make it home in one piece, so to speak, after a nude, full-body massage, but I'm not sure if that's the kind of story you're looking to hear. You should be very specific and tell me what is, and what is not, acceptable or expected. It's only fair. Does this make sense to you?

"Anyway my sweet, I'm going to be late if I don't get outta here. Give it some thought and text me in the car. It's twenty minutes away, so maybe you have time to figure it out and come to some conclusions. I'll do nothing until I hear from you."

Cate revisited the conversation in her head as she made her way to the clinic. She was pretty sure that Mitchell wouldn't balk at giving her the full body rub down. She had been a client of his for a long time now and they had become pretty close clinic friends over that time. They'd only socialized outside of the clinic a few times but that was only because their schedules rarely allowed for it. She had done coffee with him a a few times and been able to grab lunch with him once. He was a genuinely nice guy. Respectful, shy, funny, considerate and friendly. Basically the polar opposite of someone like Jason Sinclair. She had noticed how Mitchell did sneak the occasional peek at her sideboob when it was squashed against the table but there was no lechery or overt sexual overtones. And he avoided touching them. But Tom was right, he'd certainly not pass up the chance to massage her boobs and butt if given the opportunity. He was a man after all. A cute one too. But she wasn't sure that she felt so good about torturing the poor guy. It didn't seem fair to do it to someone so... well... so sweet. Not to mention the torture she'd put herself through. Fuck, she was getting a little horny just thinking about it.

"Oh Tom, my beautiful weirdo," she thought. "What do you want me to do now?"

She was almost at her destination when her phone pinged. It was a text from Tom.

hey babe. been thinking about u and mitchell

i want u to go for it

it's free pass time. cash it in babe.

just don't fall in love

whatever happens...i want deets.

have fun. love u

xoxo / t