His advertisement, which appeared in one of the City’s free alternative newspapers was straightforward. Masseur for sensual massage, singles or couples welcome. Sue and I talked at length about the possibility of taking him up on it.
After a conversation going back and forth multiple times, we finally decided to give him a call. The call put us sufficiently at ease that the following afternoon we took a thirty-minute train ride, as he directed, from our hotel to his neighborhood in the suburbs.
The train car was almost empty when we boarded but it filled quickly, and by the time we arrived at our stop the aisles were clogged with standing passengers. We were to look for him on the station platform. He would be holding a sign with our first names, Ed and Sue.
Our train car mostly emptied at the station, thankfully making it unnecessary for us to elbow our way out. Once on the platform, we found a place out of the way to stand and waited for the crowd to disperse. As it did, we spotted our man standing near the exit holding up a white cardboard sign with our first names neatly printed in bold, black Sharpie.
He made eye contact and smiled as we approached. Our host was casually but nicely dressed in tan slacks and a blue, open-collar, button-down shirt, looking the part of an urban gentleman. He was of medium height and build, His tummy was flat. The surprise was that he was considerably older than we expected. His hair and neatly trimmed mustache were shiny grey and he wore tortoise-framed glasses. He greeted us very pleasantly.
“Hello, you must be Ed and Sue, yes?”
We both nodded.
“Perfect. I’m Brian. Pleased to meet you.” He offered us both a hug, which we accepted.
He led us a few steps to the exit and the ramp that descended to street level. Following a short walk through a quiet, well-tended neighborhood, during which he gave us a synopsis of its history dating back to the American Revolution, we arrived at his home. It was a handsome, white two-story colonial with a front porch running across its length and a driveway on one side that terminated at the overhead doors of a detached garage. He guided us to the rear of the garage to a windowed door that led to rooms that were clearly an addition to the back of the garage.
As we entered, he switched on the overhead baby spotlights, emitting a mellow golden glow and creating an intimate, calming feel. In the center of the room was a white-sheeted massage table. Along one side were a counter, a sink, cabinets and a small, counter-height refrigerator. Along the other side was an open door leading to a bathroom, and a second door to what I assumed was a storage closet. The walls and peaked ceiling were finished in knotty pine, and the floor was finished in alternating white and brown tiles. It was a neat, clean, and inviting setup. I saw the hint of a smile on Sue’s face. This could work out well, I thought.
Brian showed us around the room. Then, he told us that he needed to go to the house briefly to get a few items, but that we should use that time to decide who would be first and get undressed. He pointed out the two white terry robes on hangers in the bathroom that we were to wear. Finally, he adjusted the temperature control to make the room comfortably warm.
We did as we were told. Sue noted that this was the first time she had stripped completely naked for a massage. Usually, she was told to keep her panties on. I snickered and said, “It’s for easy access, Sue.” She stuck out her tongue in response.
We sat tightly side-by-side on the massage table in our robes waiting for Brian’s return, occasionally kissing to distract ourselves from the nervous jitters we were both feeling.
Brian returned wearing a white tunic over black drawstring lounging pants. He carried a closed picnic basket which he placed on the counter. “How are you both feeling? he asked.
“Excited,” I replied.
“And a bit nervous,” added Sue.
“Understandable,” he nodded, “Ed said on the phone it’s your first time. I promise there is nothing to be nervous about. As I said, you call the shots. No means no, yes means go ahead or keep it up. Stop means stop, less means less and more means more. If anything makes you uncomfortable, tell me. I’m completely at your service. Where I touch you, and what I touch you with is your call. I like to be organic, so rather than asking for permission, I will try to read your reactions to what I am doing, but please don’t hesitate to guide or correct me if necessary. Okay?”
‘Yes,” I replied. Sue nodded.
“Two more things. The price I gave you for the ninety minutes is inclusive, there are no extras. Also, feel free to ask for anything you desire, including where you want to be touched, or whether you might want to touch me.”
I nodded and smiled. Sue, blushing, stared down at her bare feet.
“Okay, now to the music. I have several choices. Most clients prefer new age, but I also have light classical and folk rock, Joni Mitchell, James Taylor, et cetera. What would you like?”
Sue quickly answered. “Instrumental new age if you have it?”
“Yes ma’am, coming right up.” He turned and typed briefly on the laptop sitting on the counter. The eerie sounds of pipes, strings, and drums filled the room.
“So who’s first?”
“We flipped a coin, and I lost. Sue goes first.”
“OK, Sue, I need to get some goodies from the basket and light a scented candle. While I do, remove your robe and get comfortable face down on the table. Ed, hold the top sheet up for her and tuck her in if she wants.”
Even before Brian turned away, Sue untied the belt and let the robe slip down her body and hit the floor. I marveled at the golden tone of her skin and the beauty of her curves as she gracefully laid herself, totally naked, face down on the table. I began to spread the top sheet over her, but she waved it off. I turned and saw that Brian still had his gaze on her. This was going to be interesting.
Brian removed a candle and two bottles of massage oil from the basket. He lit the candle and placed it on the counter. Then, he directed me to position myself across the table from him. “I’m going to start the massage alone, but I’ll let you know when to join in. You will assist, okay?” I nodded. “Here’s your bottle of oil. I removed the cap, so you just need to tip and squeeze it. There is a holder for it on your side of the table. Any questions?”
“No.”
"Ok then, Sue, are you ready for me to start?”
“Yes,” she answered softly.
Brian squeezed a small amount of oil on one palm, and then shared it with the other, rubbing his hands together. He began with Sue’s neck, first rubbing in some oil, then kneading gently. Each hand traversed its respective side of her neck from back to front, then back again. He refreshed the oil in his hands and repeated the journey several times. From there, both of his hands traveled and kneaded, unhurried, along her shoulders and then down each arm to her hands and fingers. He made sure to attend to each finger individually, paying particular attention to the areas between each finger where it met the palm. When he did, Sue spoke for the first time.
“This feels erotic on my hands, Ed. So, erotic. I am tingling.”
“It looks damn erotic too, sweetie,” I replied. She smiled.
Brian continued his ministrations of massage oil followed by gentle kneading over the surface of her back and sides down to her waist. His hands made contact with the sides of her breasts. Sue softly sighed.
Bypassing her bum, Brian’s hands continued to journey and knead down the backs of her legs paying particular attention to her hamstrings, hips, and calves. His treatment of her feet was much like the treatment of her hands. Each toe got individual attention. Again, there were sighs coupled with catches in Sue’s breathing.
Then Brian, instead of putting oil on his hands, squeezed a small bit of oil on each cheek of her bum. He looked up at me and said, "Care to join in, Ed? "
I watched as he began to use both hands to spread oil over the bum cheek nearest him, and then began the knead a bit more forcefully than previously. I mimicked his oiling and motions on Sue's other bum cheek. Sue groaned for the first time, and I noticed her legs spreading apart ever so slightly.
Brian’s hands traveled to the inside of Sue’s upper thigh. My hands quickly moved to the inside thigh of the other leg. Using a generous amount of oil, we rubbed and kneaded from a point just above her knees to just below where her legs joined her torso. Our hands repeatedly made the slow journey up and down her inner thighs, each time coming closer to her pussy until finally, the sides of our hands made contact. At that point, Sue spread her legs generously and moaned. Swollen and pink, her exposed folds glistened. Brian pointed it out. “Sue, do you know how wet you are?”
“Yes, your hands did that, you two.”
“What would you like now, Sue?”
Silent for a moment, she finally answered. “Feel me. Feel me down there.”
Brian made eye contact with me, nodded, and pointed his chin toward Sue’s pussy. I put one hand on the inside of each leg and slowly moved them up to her pussy. On arrival, my thumbs began to gently massage her folds. She groaned loudly, “Oh my God.” Brian poured a bit of oil between the two cheeks and rubbed it in paying particular attention to her rosebud. As he did, the muscles in Sue’s bum contracted, then relaxed.
“How do you feel, Sue?”
“Horny as fuck, Brian.”
“Would you like us to start on your front?”
“Yes, please,” she groaned.
“Ok, but first it’s time for Ed and me to get naked. Ed, drop your robe, it’s been untied and open down the front anyway. I’ve been admiring,” he said with a grin. “While, I’m getting out of my togs, help Sue get onto her back.”
“Sure thing,” I replied. Sue didn’t need much help. Soon she lay naked, her legs again parted, with the front of her shapely body in full view.”
Now naked, Brian turned and gazed at her. “Sue, you are positively gorgeous, isn’t she, Ed.”
“Yes, she is.”
“Flattery will get you boys everywhere,” said Sue.
“Everywhere?” I questioned.
“Ever-re-where,” she repeated.
Brian reached both arms down and wrapped his hand around the breast nearest him. I followed suit on the other. Sue reacted with a soft “mmmmmmmmm.” I watched as Brian used both thumbs to tease her nipple. Again, I followed his lead. Almost instantly, her nipples became harder and more defined. Our thumbs continued to stroke Sue’s nipples as our other fingers and hands gently squeezed her breasts.
“Mmmmm, that feels good. I can get used to this. Ed, I think you need to grow another set of arms and hands so you can do them both at once.” We all laughed. Brian and I continued to caress and tease her breasts and nipples, and she continued to coo. Then, Brian took the next step.
He looked at me and said, “Ed, follow my lead.”
Brian lowered his face to the breast he was still gently squeezing. His lips made contact with Sue’s nipple and enveloped it. His cheeks caved as he sucked it into his mouth. Sue let out a low growl that I had never heard her make before. She raised her hand and grabbed the back of Brian’s head. As her fingers tangled in his hair, she pulled his face tightly against her breast. Again, I mimicked Brian, and my face was quickly buried against her breast as I sucked her nipple and her free hand pulled me in.
She shouted, “Oh my God, Oh my God.” I flicked her rock hard nipple with the tip of my tongue. “It feels so fucking good, Ed.”
Brian and I continued to suck and lick as Sue gasped and moaned.
I saw that Sue’s pelvis was beginning to rhythmically rise and fall. I decided to improvise. One of my hands left her breast and ventured down her tummy to her pubic mound. I squeezed it as she pushed against my palm and spread her legs wider.
Noticing what I had done, Brian looked at me and said, “Okay Ed, let’s begin down there, but let me start this alone, I want to show you a technique that I like to use. Positioned next to her knees, I watched as Brian turned his body to face Sue’s legs and feet. He extended both of his arms toward Sue’s pussy, and on each hand, extended his forefinger and middle finger, while keeping his ring and little fingers bent as if in a fist. His hands looked like two pretend double-barreled pistols. Then, he touched the tips of his extended fingers to Sue's body in the crease where her legs met her pussy. Slowly, he ran his fingers up and down the smooth, hairless skin parallel to her slit which, now swollen, was gaping just slightly. “See this, I’m applying just a tiny bit of pressure. Her skin here feels like velvet under my fingertips. Sue, how does that feel?”
I glanced at Sue’s face, her eyes were closed and her lips were in a tight smile. “Like heaven. Contractions are happening in my cunt. It wants those fingers.”
“Not yet, Sue, not yet. Ed, take over for me here.” Again, I copied Brian’s movements as accurately as I could. I heard Sue gasp and moan. I must be doing it right. I continued to enjoy the soft feel of her skin, and her mounting arousal as we teased her, me near her pussy and Brian with his hands back on her breasts and his thumbs on her nipples.
“I have an idea for you, Sue.”
“Oh, what’s that?” she groaned in reply.
“Why don’t you reach out with your left hand, grasp Ed’s cock, and tease it.”
“Oh.” And with that, she extended her arm and wrapped her hand around my already stiff shaft.
“My goodness, Ed, is that pre-cum I feel on the tip?” She massaged it with her thumb and squeezed harder.” To avoid cumming, I tensed the muscles that would retract my balls. It worked, but barely.
Then Brian asked an interesting question. “Sue, how does that make you feel?”
“His cock feels good in my hand.”
Brian shook his head. “Sue, I want to know how YOU feel, not just your hand.”
Sue bit her lower lip as she considered the question. “It makes me feel powerful, like I’m, like I’m in charge of Ed.”
“And that’s a good feeling?”
“It’s good.” And after a pause- “It feels so fucking sexy.”
“Well, Sue, you have another hand, and there’s another cock.”
Without hesitation, Sue reached and grasped Brian’s cock. Truth be told, his was longer and thicker than mine. I am sure she noticed, but she held her tongue.
“Brian, you aren’t as hard as Ed.”
“Well, Sue, the woman client ahead of you two had some needs.”
“Oh.”
All during the conversation, I continued stroking the skin on Sue’s groin as Brian had instructed. Finally, he spoke to me. “OK, Ed, you’ve got it down perfectly. Now, with each stroke, draw your fingers closer to Sue’s pussy. Just a little, bit by bit.”
I did as I was told. Soon my fingers were tracking over the mound of neatly trimmed, soft pubic hair that I love so much. Sue’s mound rose and fell slightly with each stroke of my hands. She continued to squeeze and tease my cock. I could hear her breathing more rapidly. Her gasps, catches, and moans became louder and more frequent. “Ahh, oh, oh, ahhhh.”
Then, she began to plead. “Touch me, Ed, dammit, my cunt needs your fingers.” I glanced at Brian. He smiled and mouthed not yet. Then he leaned toward Sue’s upper body and kissed her mouth gently, but long, as he cupped both of her breasts with his hands, and squeezed. Her hand never left his shaft. As soon as the kiss ended, Sue let out another, “Oh-My-God.”
“Ed,” said Brian, “let’s you and I feast on Sue. I have her breasts and you have her pussy.”
“It’s my tits and cunt, Brian, my horny fucking tits and cunt. Eat my cunt, Ed. Suck my tits, Brian. I know you both love it.” She let go of our cocks.
I went to the end of the massage table and climbed to my knees between Sue’s legs, and lowered my head to her pussy. I stopped just before making contact, and flicked her swollen clit with the tip of my tongue. I heard Sue gasp. “How the fuck did you two time that, Brian’s nibble and your lick?”
Brian laughed. “Must be a great minds think alike kind of thing.”
“No. It’s more like dumb luck, right, Ed?”
I didn’t answer, instead, I buried my tongue in her folds, and sucked gently. I heard that growl again. I felt her fingers in my hair. She grabbed a fistful and pulled. “Fuck me with your fingers and tongue, Ed.”
I slipped the forefinger and middle finger of my right hand into her vagina to the knuckle joints. She felt wet, warm, and silky. I licked her pussy from my fingers to her clit, and back. Her mound rose and fell with every lick. Sue used both hands to spread her pussy lips further open for me. I backed my face out for a moment to take a look. Her clitoris stood up like a tiny penis.
“Make me cum, Ed.”
“Coupled with my licking, I picked up the pace with my fingers and bent them slightly to make contact with her G-spot. She moaned loudly, and her orgasm began. She raised her head to look, bent her knees slightly, took my head in both hands and pulled it against her pussy. I could hear Brian’s sucking noises coming from over my head.
“Oh my God, Oh my God, don’t fucking stop,” she screamed. “Don’t either of you fucking stop.”
We didn’t until she laid her head back down, straightened her knees, stopped arching up, and softly sighed, “Okay, okay.”
Brian stepped back from the table and looked at Sue and me. “So, are you ready for some waters and a short break before we put Ed on the table? We both said yes. Brian retrieved three small bottles of water from the refrigerator and motioned for us to take a seat on the massage table. Sue and I sat, and Brian joined us on the other side of Sue. Both he and I rested a hand on each of her thighs.
How will it be for me? I wondered.
