Masseur and mademoiselle

I had finished cleaning my room when Anita knocked on the door and said, ?Referral for you.? I walked into Anita?s office and saw her standing next to a professionally dressed black woman who seemed about ten or twelve years older and two inches than me. She looked at me expectantly as Anita introduced us, ?Cecilia, this is Phil; Phil, Cecilia has heard good things about you.??It?s a pleasure to meet you,? I said.?Teresa and Linda both recommended you. I work long hours and need a good massage once a week at lunchtime. Therapeutic massage, nothing wimpy.??I?m trained in therapeutic massage, yes.??That?s what I?ve been told. How long have you been licensed???Eight years. I started in college.?Anita added, ?He?s very good, and his certification was extended a year ago.?Cecilia nodded and said, ?I?m told you have an open slot right now. I?ll take it.?I said, ?I?ll get ready. Anita will bring you in soon.?She smiled at me, her long hair curling down to her gray jacket and green silk blouse, and I smiled in return, my heart racing as I looked into her eyes, and left before I melted into the disastrous side show at amateur hour. In my room I prepared quickly, and when Anita ushered her in, I indicated the curtain in the corner and said, ?I have hangers and a little shelf and towels over there. I?ll leave if you?ll feel more comfortable.??No, that?s fine, but no peeking.??I wouldn?t dream of it.??What should I take off? Everything???No, leave your panties on; take everything else off. If you?d be more comfortable, you can leave your bra on and take it off after you?re situated. Wrap a large towel around you and lie on the table on your front.?As she undressed behind the curtain, I asked her, ?Are there any parts especially sore or stiff???My neck and back are like to killing me.??My specialty.??I imagine you have a lot of call for that.??Oh yes. Occupational hazard these days for everybody, it seems.??I spend most of my time on the computer either writing briefs or responding to clients who are determined to do the stupidest thing.??Lawyer???Of course.??What field???Company law.??So no trial work.??Thank the Lord, no. I scurry around behind the scenes protecting the flow of everyone?s money and collect some of it for myself.?We chuckled and she came out wrapped in a long white towel fastened in a knot in front.?Do you need me to turn away??She smiled, ?No, no need to be so coy. It just wastes time.? She lay down and undid the towel. I pulled the towel down to her hips and said, ?There?s a towel under your chest; I?ll wrap that around you when I have you turn over, so arrange it so you?ll be covered properly.?I avoided looking at the beguiling swell of her breasts as she moved the towel into place; I was facing the occupational hazard of massaging a beautiful woman and knew not to tempt myself more than I would be in the course of work. I rubbed my hands with a little oil and began kneading her shoulders.?They?re certainly knotted up tight,? I said. ?I don?t think I?ve felt muscles this tight in months.??Big deal coming up.??Well, let?s get you healthy for it, shall we???Please do.?For the next 25 minutes I worked her muscles mercilessly, several times bringing forth little cries of pain; after the first time she said, ?No, don?t lighten up. It hurts but I need it.? I paid as little attention to the sight of her body as I could, but the sight of her well-toned back and elegant neck combined with the clarion call of her flawless dark brown skin and the bulging flesh of her large breasts at her sides ensured I was fully, painfully erect and throbbing after only five minutes, but more than the arousal I had long since gotten used to was the mental upset in massaging her that I had never experienced before.When I had finished her shoulders, neck, and arms, I covered her torso and massaged her legs. When that part of her massage was finished, I said, ?Time to turn over.? I pulled the towel down to her waist and pulled the ends of the towel on the table around her and tied it closed. She lay on her back and undid the cloth, closing her eyes as I began massaging her shoulders again. With great effort of will, I concentrated on the fascinating view of the join of her neck and shoulders.Physically she was exquisite; her belly was well toned and slightly plump, and her firm waist flared out into solid hips. I returned to her face, round and perfect to my eyes, with seductive thick lips and a pretty round nose. Shaking my head, I focused on my paid job and soon had her grunting in pain where I would rather have heard pleasure.After 20 minutes I had finished with her torso and arms; covering them with the large towel, I embarked with trepidation upon her feet and legs. As usual, the towel covering her waist did little to conceal her crotch entirely as I worked her legs, but fortunately for my peace of mind she was wearing demure black panties that covered her entirely. She lay there at the end of the hour and said, ?Okay, now that?s what I paid for.? She sat up and held the towel around her breasts as she added, ?Teresa and Linda were quite right.? She probably noticed my massive erection in my shorts but steadfastly looked me in the eyes.?I?m a bit surprised they referred me, really.??Why?? She seemed a little surprised herself at that.?Masseurs don?t get that kind of love.?She laughed, ?Yes, I can see that. Men must be a bit suspect to everybody, men and women.? She thought for a second and said, ?I told them I needed therapeutic massage. They both recommended you. They said you have very strong hands that never roam. That you treat all your clients respectfully, even those who aren?t white.?I nodded, ?Of course. Anything else would be repulsive.?She smiled at that and said, ?Yes.?I said, ?I?ll let you get dressed now. I?ll be back in about five minutes.?I went to wash my hands and get a quick cup of coffee. Five minutes later I knocked on the door and she said, ?I?m decent.??How do you feel???Like I?ve just come back from a long vacation.? She rotated her head and stretched her muscles and said, ?Next Wednesday, same time???I?ll be here.??Then so will I.?She left and I sat down in awe of the hour Ümraniye Escort that had just passed. I knew there was no chance for me; some men can attract such women, but I had learned long before that women like her were well above my station. In any case, I had fifteen minutes before my next appointment, so I locked my door and quickly relieved myself into a handkerchief like 17-year-old me feverishly draining myself to a centerfold or, even sadder, a bikini catalogue.*The next two sessions passed much the same way. Two days after her third massage was my day off and I went to a place in the neighborhood on my way to the library. I was seated reading when I noticed Cecilia coming toward me. ?Fancy meeting you here!? she said with a wide smile, and like a lovelorn fool I grinned a bit giddily and stood and said, ?Well, hello!??May I sit with you?? She looked around the shop and added quietly, ?You wouldn?t believe the pickup lines you get in a place like this. You?d think it was a dive with sawdust and stale beer on the floor.??Please do.??What are you having???A latte and a bite to eat.??My treat.? She waved for a waitress and we ordered, and then she asked, ?You have the advantage of me. I know nothing about you, while what you know about me might shock my colleagues.?I laughed and said, ?Masseur-client confidentiality. They?ll hear nothing from me.?She chuckled and said, ?Client-masseur confidentiality?they won?t know anything about your talents from me.??Very wise. You never know what one of the up and coming new ones fresh out of law school might do to get the goods on you.?She laughed, ?Wise beyond your years.??Oh, I?ve had coworkers from hell.??So, tell me about yourself. Where are you from??I tried her patience for two minutes and said, ?What about you??She tried my patience for two minutes and then our orders arrived. She took a sip of cappuccino and said, ?I told my mother I had finally found a good masseur and she said, ?I told you that job would wear you out, Phoebe. Just take more time off. Come and visit more.??We chuckled and I said, ?Phoebe???My middle name. Momma calls me that. It was her grandmother?s name. Traditional.??Very traditional.?She looked at me with sudden interest and said, ?Yes. Goes way back.??Across the ocean.??That?s what I?ve heard. How do you know? It?s not common knowledge.??I learned it in the Peace Corps. Day name for a girl born on Friday.??They still use it???Afiba, something like that throughout West Africa.?She asked me about my stint and listened to me with close attention; then she asked, ?So, what do you do besides massage???Work on my dissertation.?She smiled at me a little and said, ?Anita said you were a student. Didn?t say much.??Doesn?t know much. Doubt she?d be interested. I show up four days a week right on time and give good service, which is all she wants.??Teresa and Linda didn?t mention it either.??Neither did I.??None of their business, huh???Damn straight.?She laughed and I smiled, and asked me about my work, and soon it was time to go for both of us. ?I?ll see you next week,? she said.?I?ll be there.??Good. I like reliable service.?We smiled and went our separate ways.*The next week her massage passed in much the same way as before, though I noticed that she had taken to wearing much more seductive panties whose sheerness allowed me to see her thick hairs and the outline of her lips when I massaged her legs. I steadfastly avoided more than a glance, but it was enough to fuel my frenzied fantasies. When it ended, she said, ?I?m curious, our meeting at lunch. So Friday is your day off???Yes.??So you work Monday to Thursday???Most weeks, yes.?She smiled, ?And a long weekend for drinking and dissipation??I laughed, ?Yes, drunken parties in the university library. Librarians are wild. Get a beer in them and they actually take you back into the rare materials room and let you run your fingers along the spines of the books without Latex gloves. Don?t tell anyone. I don?t want to get them in trouble.?She laughed happily and said, ?At last they don?t sing bad folk music off-key.??That?s after the third beer.??Oh, good Lord no.??It?s what you have to put up with to get to photocopy your butt on the color copiers. That?s after the fifth beer.?We laughed and she said, ?I?ll be there again this Friday at Lou?s, if you?re not too busy. Same time. I like to know more about my contractors, you know.?*I was there at the same time and she soon joined me. As we waited for our orders we chatted about our recent business, and she said, ?Your girlfriend must be overjoyed having such a talented boyfriend.??No, no girlfriend.??Well, with luck that will change. Did they like it in the past???Yes, of course.??Did they ever visit you at work???Why pay money for what they could get for free??She laughed, ?Point taken. Did you ever get a girlfriend that way???No. That just seems unprofessional.??When life happens, it happens.??But what if one of your clients???Point also taken. None of my clients either. That would be highly unprofessional. Breach of professional ethics.??There you go.?She smiled and added, ?Though it is fun to think about sometimes.??True.??And did you have any girlfriends in Africa???No.??You should have.??Too much risk of far too much trouble.??Granted, but young men and young women???Are a volatile combination.?She laughed and said, ?All right, all right. I admire your steadfast determination. I won?t bother asking how you got through it untaken.?We laughed and she drew me out about my tastes in things, and at one point asked, ?So you?re working as a masseur to???Stow some dough. Stash some cash. Shelf some pelf.? She laughed and I continued, ?It?s very cheap, the semesters you dissertate. You just sign up for the process of writing and they charge you $200 or so. I?ll need money when I finish. If I finish. This is a perfect opportunity to build up some cushion.?She nodded and asked, ?So what will you do with it? Teach???Hell no, I hope not. My students hated me. I don?t like teaching, so I don?t blame them either. There?s any number of good jobs that would let me use a doctorate without teaching. Ümraniye Escort Bayan A museum, a library, any number of others. If I?d taken out lots of loans, that would be different, but I can do what I want when I finish.??But you could teach???And compete against every other accredited fool in my line. And for what? The pleasure of staying in school the rest of my life? Continue to feed the beast? I?ve had enough school for one lifetime. I want to do something that feels real.?She smiled and nodded, ?Not the usual path, but it sounds perfectly feasible. I like that.?We chatted and she told me more about herself, and too soon the lunch hour ended.*The week after that, after she undressed she sat on the table and said, ?Before you start, I have a major crick right her,? indicating the right side of her neck. ?Do that now; it?s driving me crazy.? I came up behind her and set to with great care, then great force, and she groaned and let the towel drop to her waist. I continued working her neck as I stared at her breasts, as large as I had dreamed and with a pleasing sag to them that called for me to support them with my hands. The skin was a rich mahogany tipped with dark brown aureolas and thick erect black nipples.I finished massaging her neck from behind and moved to massage it from the front. She smiled and said, ?I don?t think we need to stand on ceremony. You?ve shown yourself to be trustworthy so far.? I massaged her neck carefully, occasionally peeking down, and noticed at the end that her eyes were slightly open and she had a slight smile playing on her lips. When I finished, I noticed her peek down at the erection that was constant in her presence; she then looked up, smiled, and said, ?Let?s get started, shall we??She rolled over onto her front and the massage passed as usual. When she rolled over, she left chest cloth underneath her and said, ?It?s much more comfortable this way. It doesn?t bother you, does it??I said more steadily than I believed possible, ?Not in the least. Whatever makes you comfortable.?She smiled widely and soon grunted under my massage, my hands squeezing her muscles like I wished to squeeze her breasts, and when I finished she said, ?You missed a part.??Did I???You know, that little area below the armpits and above the ribs???I don?t think there?s any muscle strain there.??But you?d better check, hadn?t you???That?s?inappropriate.??The client judges what is inappropriate, young man, and the client is queen, is she not? I paid for a thorough massage. Get started.?In shock I cupped her breasts and began practicing the lesson in massage class I had never had occasion to use at work. Her soft full breasts overflowed my hands easily, and after five minutes I had settled on rubbing her nipples as she moaned and breathed heavily under my caresses. Soon I noticed her hips were circling, and with a sudden groan she squeezed her thighs tightly and fucked up into the air. I watched her body in awe as she climaxed from my fingers on her nipples, her face flushed and sweating, her body rigid, and with a sudden shock I felt the back of her hand brush against my throbbing cock. I pulled away and her hand clenched on the side of the table.Ten seconds later she collapsed suddenly. I made the last movements of the standard sensual massage on her breast and looked into her eyes as she smiled. ?Yes. That?s what I meant. Now finish up the usual job.? I covered her torso and massaged her legs as usual, and for once didn?t bother to look away when I noticed that her towel had ridden up higher on her thighs than usual. As I worked up above her knees I saw that she was fully nude this time, and she spread her thighs to let me see her thick hairs matted around her swollen, moist lips.I was tempted to caress further up on her thighs than the law considered kosher, but the battle between my lust and her obvious invitation on the one hand and my fear of misreading the situation and breaking the law was settled for me when I remembered Anita?s warning my first day, ?Remember, no funny business with the clients even if they ask. Turn down all propositions in a calm, friendly, professional manner. They might be undercover, and in any case if I find out that you said yes, you?ll get your sex all right. I?ll hold you down so you can suck my cunt for all the trouble you caused me while Bruno [our receptionist] fucks you up the ass five ways to Sunday before I cut off your balls and fire your well-reamed cream-filled ass.? (I gathered that apart from the part about ?balls,? this threat was boilerplate for the masseuses as well, only one of whom had ever dared ask if she could get to do that anyway without the firing at the end.) Maintaining as much professionalism as I could muster, I finished the massage without straying into forbidden territory, and she sat up and walked nude to the corner, peeking suddenly over her corner with a smile to catch me admiring her form. She soon came out dressed, and as she put on her shoes she said quietly, ?I greatly appreciate your services. You?re both talented and professional. I think for the extra services I demanded, this should cover it?? She handed me a folded bill and said, ?I believe in paying handsomely for services that might be, shall we say, unacceptable to the authorities.?I said even more quietly, ?Ordinarily I?d turn it down, but that was?well, a bit risky for my tastes. I think I completely compromised my professional ethics.?She smiled, ?Then take it. Don?t feel used. Taking risks makes us grow.? She glanced down and smiled, ?As you well know.? I put the bill in my pocket as she walked to the door. She suddenly looked at me as if a switch had turned and the last hour forgotten, and in a professional tone asked, ?Any plans for lunch Friday???No.??Well then. You know the time. See you.? She waved and left and I waited for a minute to lock the door and took another minute to flood my handkerchief to thoughts of filling her belly with my seed. Ten minutes and two more climaxes later, I was finally lax enough to take on my next appointment.*Two days later she came to my table and smiled Escort Ümraniye at me happily. We sat and talked like new friends about nothing serious as we enjoyed each other?s company. We first argued playfully about which of the cast of the latest hit show most needed scourging with a whip, then which country song was the worst, then which state had the most artistically pleasing shape on the map. Finally, she settled up and I walked her to the corner. ?Take care until next week,? she said, and we waved goodbye.The next three weeks proceeded in much the same way, as she insisted I caress her breasts until she climaxed, then opening herself to my eyes as I massaged her legs, followed by a large tip and lunch two days later in which we chattered like magpies about delightful trivia and talk of anything that happened in the massage never arose.*Finally, after I had caressed her breasts to climax on the last of those Wednesdays and had started on her thighs, she tried to pull my hand to her lips. I held back and she looked up at me in irritation. ?Your client insists.??It?s a breach of every ethical code, and it?s just wrong.??Double the tip.??No.??I?ll go elsewhere.??That is your choice, but I don?t do that.? I shook my head and said quietly and significantly, ?Not here, not in my workplace.? She nodded after a pause and let me finish in the usual way. After she dressed she said, ?I won?t be able to meet you for lunch as usual Friday.??Oh???Big meeting all day. I?ll need a massage that evening. You?re off, so we?ll have to make other plans.?I smiled invitingly, ?Well, you should make an appointment.?She handed me a folded bill with a strip of white showing and said, ?I just did.? She waved and left. I looked at the paper, which had her address and phone number, and underneath them the day and a time, ?8:00-?? For the next two days I was on tenterhooks, and at eight sharp I rang her doorbell in the dark winter night.She opened the door almost immediately in a short robe and said, ?Do come in. Have a glass of wine before we start.?She poured me a glass and sat before me on the couch, robe riding high on her thighs and loose enough to show most of her breasts. I asked, ?How did the meeting go???I?m a genius. You may worship.?I toasted her and we clinked glasses, and we both finished quickly. She then said, ?I don?t have a massage table as such, but we can make do.? She led me to her basement, which had a sauna and a solid laundry table as well as a small shower in the corner, and when she had let the robe slip to the floor and sat facing me on the table, she looked down and back up and said, ?This is my workplace now. My rules. My orders.? She stared suddenly at my belt with raised eyebrows, and I quickly undressed with an eager ?Yes ma?am? that made her smile beguilingly.As I came over to her, she looked at me appraisingly and said, ?As I thought, no lack in that department.? She smiled and looked up at me. ?Before we start, tell me something.?I looked at her in surprise and said, ?Anything.??Do you get hard like that for all your clients???No.??So why am I special???You?re the most beautiful client I?ve ever had.?She smiled, ?And why is that???The way you carry yourself, the way you?re an accomplished woman, it turns me on very much.??Are those the only reasons? Isn?t it also because have a weakness for older women and for black women?? I blinked and she continued, ?In the Peace Corps, when you were right at the prime of your sexual drive, in the middle of all those women, you had no girlfriends there, correct???Right.?*?But you wanted them, didn?t you???Of course.??So you?ve spent years eager for what you couldn?t have. So I reap what they sowed. And what you will sow, I hope.?I looked her up and down and smiled. She added, ?I love how I turn you on. Now get started.?She turned over and for the next half-hour I massaged her back and sides and legs. She then turned over and said, ?Good job. Now the front.? When I reached her breasts, she said, ?I?ve watched you staring at them when you?ve caressed them. Your beautiful white hands holding them so expertly. You?re not the only one fascinated at the difference in our skin colors, you know. Suck them. I want to see that poker face of yours sucking at my breasts.?I lowered my head to them and sucked slowly on her nipples as she sighed happily. In a few minutes her hips were circling, and she said, ?My workplace, my rules. There are tense muscles you?ve never massaged. Complete your job this time, young man. I?m tired of having to complete the job by myself in my office every afternoon.?I reached down and felt her lips drenched and fiery under my fingers. Overjoyed, I finally allowed myself to feel the sodden swollen lips she had teased me with so often. Her thighs were spread wide to open her cunt fully to me as I spread her thick outer lips to feel her inner lips and pink center. Her hips thrust upwards as I caressed her vigorously. As I pushed my fingers inside her, I said, ?I?m going to massage you into exhaustion.??That?s what I?m paying you for. Exhaust my cunt.?I sucked on her nipples as I thrust my fingers inside her, and soon she was fucking up hard against my hand. In three minutes her thighs clamped down hard on my hand as she went rigid, her body off the table with her weight on her shoulders, and she let loose a loud climactic wail. After thirty seconds or so she collapsed on the table and said, ?Good start. Those muscles need some special massages in a moment, but I think you need relief right now.? She reached over and stroked my cock. ?You?re about to burst, aren?t you?? I nodded and she pondered. ?However shall we do this? I do want to watch.??So do I,? I said, and climbed onto the table and mounted her chest.She pursed her lips and said, ?I thought you might be that type, always staring at them.?Scarcely hearing her, I poured oil into the valley of her breasts and held nothing back. I stared obsessively at her breasts wrapped around my cock, the pink head peeking out of the valley near her neck, and every desire I had felt for her and every dark urge to use women?s breasts to rub me off surged through me, driving me mad as I pummeled her chest. ?Look at you,? she whispered, ?I wondered if you?d ever lose your cool,? and I looked down at her staring in fascination at me. ?You?ve wanted to fuck these beautiful black tits ever since you saw them, haven?t you?? I nodded and she smiled, ?Use them. Give me that hot cum of yours.?