Cindy was new to the small town, and had her first appointment at the local massage parlor. Max was the masseur, and he ran the “parlor” out of the back bedroom of his home. He was not licensed but did a good job, and his clients loved his massages. His clientele were mostly the wives and widows who lived nearby, and he'd been giving them massages for years. Two of the women Cindy met since moving to town had Max massage them, and said she should try him.
So Cindy came to Max's home and rang the bell right at her appointed time, and Max let her in. They walked to the rear bedroom, which he had kept free of most furniture; in addition to the massage table, he had a room divider in a corner, hiding the place where his customers would change, with a chair, a table to leave their clothes on, and a towel rack.
Max left the room after sending Cindy to the changing area, where she read his sign: “Remove your shoes and all your clothes, wrap in a towel, then hop on the massage table”.
She was sure this was normal for a massage place, so she took her shoes and clothes off, wrapped in one of the large white towels, came out, and got on the table. She laid face down, keeping the towel draped over her rear.
When Max came back, he welcomed her. She heard the soft instrumental music playing on the small stereo he kept another corner. The only other furniture in the room was a small cabinet for supplies which he kept at arm's reach from the massage table.
Max asked if she had any special needs, any sore areas, but she said no, just the regular massage would do. So, he began at her shoulders, gripping her rather firmly and rolling the knuckles of his hands across her upper back muscles, which Cindy thought felt really good. He continued to rub her arms and then her back, applying pressure to the muscles that usually wanted attention. He pushed the towel ahead of his hands as he progressed down her back.
When he reached the small of her back, he stopped and moved to the legs. He lifted under her knees and spread her legs just bit, noting her lack of any reaction. He did this with all new customers as a way to assess their level of modesty. Max then massaged up her legs and pushed the towel ahead of him again until he reached the fold where her legs met her cheeks. At this point, the towel was only covering her rear, and her “privates” were visible if one looked for them. Cindy had let him proceed to this point, so Max asked her if he could remove the towel to do her rear. He said all his regular customers did not use a towel, but she was new so he understood her modesty. Cindy hesitated, but figured it was normal and he was being courteous in asking. She said okay, so Max removed the towel and set it aside.
With Cindy passing her first major modesty test, he proceeded to massage her cheeks. He rubbed them and squeezed them to Cindy's pleasure; she hadn't realized how good it would feel. Max was attuned to her reaction with each new area he touched, and Cindy was somewhat concerned about where his hands were going, being naked. Still, the massage was wonderful, so she said nothing as he proceeded.
Max rather nonchalantly slid his fingers between her cheeks from time to time, as if it were just part of the massage, but Cindy knew he could see her “rosebud” when he did that. Still, she was enjoying his rubbing, rolling, and squeezing so much that she didn't care, and again said nothing. She had passed test number two.
Soon Max finished her back and said it was time for her to roll over, and he would hold the towel as she rolled onto her back if she wanted him to, but again, his regulars didn't need him to. Cindy said she wasn't sure, so Max held the towel to shield her and she rolled over, then he draped the towel over her, covering her breasts and crotch. Max had hoped she would tell him to skip the towel at this point, but she was new.
Starting again at her shoulders, he rubbed and rolled them firmly, then followed with her arms. He pushed the towel up and over her arms in order to massage them, but made sure it appeared difficult. After the towel slipped down several times, he asked her if he could move it out of the way. Cindy knew that would expose her breasts, but Max told her that nearly all of his customers thought of him like a doctor, so they dispensed with the towel altogether, and that made his job easier. She thought about it and realized he was sort of like a doctor in this situation, so she said okay, and Max took the towel and set it aside, leaving her naked on her back. She had passed another test.
He told her not to feel ashamed or anything, and that all of his customers were women, and most had their entire massage without a towel, so this was normal. He said some actually got turned on during their massage, and many of them wanted more than just the basics. These ladies wanted him to massage their breasts, and often their private area below as well. So many of his customers asked for that, in fact, that he named it his “special” massage. He added that for those ladies free of charge.
Cindy had to admit that some parts of the massage were a turn-on for her. And now she wondered if the ladies who had recommended Max had his special massage. She asked how many of the ladies he saw got his special massage, and he said most of them. He explained that these were ladies who had no sex in their lives, being either single, widowed, or married to a man who couldn't, or wouldn't, have sex with them. They were horny women who wanted a release, and his special massage was an easy fix.
It made sense to Cindy, and she knew that she was one of those women. She was divorced and not dating, and she usually didn't think about sex anymore. But the massage did trigger some arousal when he was near her breasts and doing her rear, and his explanation made her think about it. Here she was lying naked before a man who could give her some sexual satisfaction under the guise of a massage, and it was free. Maybe it was worth a try.
Cindy spoke up, asking Max if he had time to give her a special massage. He said he had another appointment in about an hour, but he had time if she wanted it. She said she did. Cindy had passed the last test and had asked for the special massage, and he knew from experience that once she had one, she would always want one!
So Max told her to relax and he would massage her breasts and pussy, and she should feel free to tell him if anything was not to her liking. He began by cupping her breasts and squeezing them gently, massaging the sides with his fingers. That felt good to Cindy, and she was surprised at how comfortable she now felt with the whole idea of this special massage. So when Max began to roll her nipples in his fingers, it aroused her and her nipples hardened quickly. They became noticeably sensitive to his touch, and she realized she was quite turned on. Cindy was happy that she was doing this.
After several minutes at her breasts, she was ready for more when he moved to her legs. He spread her feet to the edges of the massage table and ran his hands up to her knees. Then he traced his fingers up her inner thighs, causing Cindy to shiver a little with the tickle and excitement she was feeling, something she hadn't felt in years. He gently ran his fingers to the edge of her pussy, then placed a finger between its lips and slid up from her vagina, spreading her open as he went. Cindy was already wet with anticipation and was loving the feel of his fingers on her pussy.
Max ran his fingers up to the top of her pussy, purposely brushing over her clitoris lightly, which caused her another shiver of excitement. She was now fully into the sexual desires that this turn of events brought her, and she moaned loudly. As Max started to caress her pussy up and down, she sighed repeatedly and began to squirm on the table. Max continued, and to her delight, he started to focus on her clit, rubbing over it, and swirling around it. He paused to place a finger at the entrance to her vagina, caressing along its rim before pressing into her. It hurt a little, probably from lack of use, but she soon squealed in delight at the feel of something inside her. Max began an in-and-out motion with his finger, and when he thought she was loose enough for it, he added a second finger in her. Cindy squirmed in excitement, loving what Max was doing to her and realizing how much she missed those feelings.
He continued to finger-fuck her and placed his thumb on her clit, so it rubbed over it with each in-and-out movement, and she reacted with a wild abandon she didn't know she had. Here she was on a massage table, being played with by a man she had just met, and it was wonderful! Every nerve in her body seemed to reside in her snatch and was driving her to sexual pleasure she had all but forgotten existed. It all felt too good to be true, and she hoped it wouldn't end anytime soon. Cindy didn't realize that those pent-up sexual desires in her were not so far gone that she couldn't still have a climax, and soon she did! She tensed her legs and slowly squeezed them together, jerking as her orgasm hit her, with her pussy contracting and her juices flowing onto his fingers and the table. Over and over, she tensed and jerked, and came like she hadn't in such a long time.
Soon she was spent and totally exhausted. Max removed his hands from her and got her a tissue to clean herself, asking if her massage was okay. She could hardly speak as she was still coming down from her orgasm and out of breath, but she told Max it was wonderful and thanked him profusely. Cindy was in heaven as she calmed down, having had no idea that she could still have that much sexual pleasure. This was the best thing she'd done in years!
Cindy made an appointment for a special massage the next week, thanked Max, and left.
<< To Be Continued >>
