Erin was feeling a little guilty about the long weekend without the kids. She and Luke had such a good time with their leisurely morning of sleeping in, a sexy shower together, and amazing sex. Then came the long and interesting conversation over breakfast about opening their relationship. Erin was still in shock that they both felt open to the idea and enthusiastic about it; they were making the decision together and it felt exciting. Over coffee, they had fundamentally changed their marriage arrangement and she was feeling so turned on by it.
Erin felt a little guilty leaving their great morning together to go for a scheduled manicure, pedicure, and massage at her favorite spa. She reminded herself that Luke had insisted, that she loved the way her nails looked, and that she lived for the pleasure she felt from massages. Despite years of effort to improve her posture through yoga and Pilates, she still carried all her tension in her shoulders and neck. Few things felt better to her than a long, professional massage, and she always felt so relaxed and turned on afterwards.
Her mani/pedi was fantastic and she was sitting admiring her newly painted fingers and toes in a comfortable reclined chair, waiting for her regular masseuse. Her mind drifted between reminiscing about her morning’s bedroom adventures and what an open marriage may mean in practicality. How does one start having sex with other people? She’d been in a monogamous marriage for twenty years and felt like a total newbie. Were there sex parties? Did she need a hook-up app? Would people just come out of the woodwork into her life that she’d like to fuck? She knew they would navigate this new territory together even though it felt both overwhelming and arousing at the same time. Her pussy began to tingle, and she thought of fucking Luke again later in the day.
Erin was startled from her mini daydream by the receptionist informing her that her regular masseuse was unavailable that day. She asked if she would be willing to have their new intern masseuse instead. Feeling a little annoyed and disappointed, Erin put on a smile and agreed politely. She had been through many masseurs over the years and was quite dedicated to her regular masseuse, but she resolutely decided that this would not detract from her great day.
In the back of her mind, she was reminded of Luke’s recent inquiry while he had been rubbing her shoulders a few weeks back. He had asked, “Do you get turned on when you get a professional massage? Or just when I give you one?” Then he added with a confident smile, “I mean, I know I have the magic touch, but does it ever happen with someone else…even a little bit?” Luke hesitated a little before adding, “I hope it does. In fact, I kind of fantasize sometimes that you get turned on during your massage appointments. I love to think of you feeling horny, and I really don’t mind if I’m there or not. I have full confidence that you are committed to our marriage, and if a massage makes you feel sexy, then I hope you really enjoy it.”
Erin had laughed and replied that her regular masseuse was so intent on working on her regular tight spots, it usually bordered on more pain than pleasure as the knotted muscles were insistently and expertly elongated.
“I know which tight spot of yours I want to work on,” Luke had said suggestively, one hand leaving her shoulders and reaching down between her legs. That had been a great start to their evening.
Bringing her thoughts again to her surroundings, she hoped the disappointment did not show on her face when the intern masseuse introduced himself.
“Erin?” he said kindly, “My name is Carter, I’ll be helping you today.” He looked to be in his early thirties, handsome with broad shoulders and muscular-looking forearms and hands. He was friendly enough, but he came across as an inexperienced massage therapist. At least he was good-looking, with a winsome smile, a confident demeanor, and a boyish grin that Erin found cute. His white scrub pants and short sleeve shirt showed a small waist, which accentuated his muscular frame, and he had a distracting but unassuming bulge in the front of his pants just below the bow-tied scrubs’ string. Navy blue boxer briefs were just visible under his white scrub pants, an amateur mistake, thought Erin, but his flat stomach made her think of running her hands down his chest and abs. She shook her head, remembering her own tight muscles and why she was here.
She knew that worrying about the quality of your masseuse was a first-world problem, but if she was investing money and time for someone to ease her muscular tension, she valued knowledge and efficiency. This intern, at first glance, appeared to have neither. Hopefully, his muscular hands could make up for any other shortfall.
“Please follow me to treatment room number two,” Carter said, smiling politely.
“This better not be a waste of time,” thought Erin. She had been looking forward to this massage all week, and the firm, confident, efficient hands of her regular therapist. The intern broke into her thoughts as he said a little awkwardly, “So…please disrobe and lay face down on the table. Is a medium setting ok for the heated mattress today?”
“Yes, medium will be great, thanks, Carter,” Erin said as she waited for him to give her some privacy to undress. He stood unmoved, with a boyish grin, holding her gaze. After a few moments, his eyes went wide, as if he’d been daydreaming himself, and he blushed adoringly from his cheeks up to his forehead.
“Oh, god, I’m sorry. I’ll just be outside. When you’re ready, please get on the table, cover up with the towel, and call out. Then I’ll step back in.”
He shuffled out of the door sheepishly, and Erin thought she glimpsed that the bulge in the front of his pants had grown a little larger. She grinned to herself and blushed slightly, a little proud that she could still catch the attention of a good-looking man a few years younger than herself. She was not sure she should be enjoying the way it made her feel as much as she did. In the back of her mind, she almost wished she would have started undressing in front of him, just to see the reaction on his face. She always knew she could capture Luke’s attention with just the slightest bit of skin and a little theatrical undressing, and she wondered for a moment if she could have the same effect on this new masseuse.
Unfortunately, that little experiment would have to wait. She stepped her newly manicured feet out of her sandals, slipped her long legs out of her sexiest jeans, and pulled her loose-fitting shirt up and over her light brown, long hair. She ran her fingers down the front of her lacy lavender panties, pressing against her bald mound and her semi-excited clit, before slipping her thumbs under the sides of her thong and sliding the panties down, enjoying the feeling of her bald pussy against the room’s air. She caught a brief glimpse of her bald pussy lips, enjoying the memories of her morning lovemaking, and pondered briefly touching her tingling pussy before her massage.
Standing back upright, she slid her thin bra straps down her shoulders and gracefully slipped out of her semi-lacy, semi-conservative bra. She unconsciously rubbed away the bra-feeling under both breasts as she moved toward the massage table, and she lay down on her flat stomach. She pulled the soft, downy towel over her ass, and called out to Carter that she was ready. She rocked her heels back and forth, her hands at her sides, face down on the warm massage table. She coyly decided to leave her feet spread just far enough apart to give the possibility of a glimpse of her bald pussy up under the towel, remembering Luke’s words of encouragement that massages should be at least a little arousing.
Carter the intern re-entered the room, still a little embarrassed at his earlier gaff, and readied himself as Erin waited patiently on the warm table. Her mind began to drift to somewhere between waking and dreaming, a sign of her relaxation. Carter began massaging Erin’s tight shoulders and neck, intuitively understanding this was Erin’s greatest need from him. Erin’s eyes rolled back in ecstasy as the tension in her muscles began to fade away. She quickly forgot that he was a new intern as he became an unseen pair of strong hands against her warm, oiled skin. He worked his way down from her shoulders to her back, then her arms and hands, then to her neck again. Every location responded with a joyous relaxation, warm tingles, and a release of tension that caused Erin to feel more and more relaxed.
Carter worked his way down, lowering her small towel halfway down her ass as he worked the lower back and hip muscles. Erin involuntarily, and more than a little suggestively, raised her ass in the air a bit, surprising herself but wanting more attention on her glutes. Her masseuse understood and kneaded into the large muscles in her sexy ass, sending electric sensations of release through her body. Erin felt her labia and clitoris begin to swell and tingle as he worked on her ass muscles, and she smiled a little and rocked left and right ever so slightly in lieu of touching herself.
Disappointingly, Carter pulled the small towel back up around her waist before Erin was ready and he moved on to her legs. Her disappointment was quickly overcome as she felt the relief from her leg muscles responding to the massage. Erin had logged nearly thirty miles in the previous week running in the mountains near her home, and pleasure mixed with joyous pain as Carter worked expertly through each of the muscle groups in her long legs. She let out a long, deep breath as he seemed to be finishing in her toes, amazed as always at how good it felt to have tension released that she wasn’t even aware she was carrying.
Carter’s strong, large hands worked their way back up Erin’s strong calves and hamstrings and back to her glutes. After the enjoyment of the release of tension from her legs she figured he must be nearly done, but was surprised to feel her hips and glutes had a second round of tension that was now available for release after her legs had been worked on. She relaxed into it again, enjoying his strong hands on her ass.
Carter’s work shifted the small towel down her ass. Erin wasn’t certain but suspected that her little asshole and bald pussy were suddenly on display. She surprised herself at how aroused she felt about it. She gave an intentional encouraging happy sigh to let Carter know she was doing alright as he continued his professional attention to all her runner’s muscles.
Erin turned her head and opened one eye just enough to see Carter. His strong hands and forearms were glistening with massage oil up to his elbows, and he had the look of intensity on his face of one hard at work performing his craft. Erin knew this young man had a bright future in front of him. She noticed that one of her hands was very close to his crotch. When she thought about it later, she couldn’t quite explain it, but in that moment, as her masseuse was pleasurably rubbing her sexy ass, she moved her small hand just enough to the side of the table to have her fingers brush against the crotch of his scrubs. Erin second guessed herself for just a moment as she felt his hands briefly pause, but then the massage resumed as if nothing had happened. She perceived immediately, however, that there was a noticeable response in the front of his pants, and she playfully curled and uncurled a pinky against the beginnings of his erection. Erin’s heart began racing in excitement, thrilled in the moment with delight and enjoyment, loving that her actions and body, on full display, were arousing this attractive young masseuse.
Erin must have shifted her hips during this brief exchange because she felt the small towel slip from her hips and fall completely to her side. She decided to go with it and raised her hips toward the ceiling, knowing her bald pussy lips and small asshole would be on full display. Again, Carter’s rubbing paused, and Erin decided her excitement needed some additional attention. After all, she was paying for this time and was going to get what she wanted out of the experience. Erin kept her pinky slowly rubbing against her masseuse’s cock, and without saying a word, she moved her other hand under her hips and slid her middle finger into the slick slit of her wet labia and began to glide her finger up and down and side to side against her now swollen clitoris. Her massage had fully stopped at this point, but Erin let out a small moan of satisfaction in her relaxed state as her arousal garnered her full attention.
After a few moments, Erin made a bold decision. She rolled over onto her back, her breasts and pussy exposed, the small towel long forgotten. The warmth of the heated table felt great against her oiled back, and she confidently spread her knees as she continued to stroke her long middle finger against her clit. With her lips parted, panting slightly, she made deliberate eye contact with Carter and held his shocked gaze for several seconds before speaking.
“Will you please…rub my thighs…and my shins?” Erin managed between small gasps of pleasure. “I’ve been running in the mountains a lot…and I’m a little sore.”
As if being awoken from a dream, Carter registered that her words were meant for him. His cock was rock hard now and straining against his pants. Erin’s eyes flicked to his crotch as she kept fingering her juicy slit and bit her lip, imagining a million possibilities as she masturbated in front of this stranger and absolutely loved the response she was seeing on his face and from his body. She had no doubt that a tiny bit of encouragement from her was all that was needed for a proper fucking right then and there, but she was feeling too empowered in the moment for that.