From Both Sides Now

It was Helen who had told me about this particular place; just outside Bristol, on the edge of the river, overlooking the suspension bridge. Quite an attractive redbrick building, in keeping with its neighbouring houses with wonderful deep, curved bay windows.
You got the impression that they could see you approaching but no figures could be seen from the street.

If you want a truly special and unique massage that is the place to go, she had said.

I wondered.

I suspected that my idea of a unique and special massage did not quite synergise with Helen's. But to be honest, I genuinely wasn't expecting anything other than an hour of relaxation, a time when I could drift away to unknown lands and undiscovered thoughts.
That is all I needed.

I was greeted by the ubiquitous over caked dollybird with more than a hint of tedium and false delight in her welcome.
I must be getting old. These young women would look so much fresher, more attractive if only they let their pores breathe, if only they'd scrape the heavily tinged gunk from their faces.

I was directed to the changing room where I undressed, apart from my lacy thongs, and reclothed myself in the customer uniform of the heavy towelling robe. It felt snug, and already I felt the release of walking around in a house full of people without my bra on. Liberation from bras is something that I can understand. There's such joy in whipping off a bra and just feeling no need to comply with anything.
Sod the world, sod everything, let the tits hang loose, no-one is looking.

I walked along the golden lit corridor to the relaxation room and waited for my name to be called. A tiny blond with a twenty inch waist poked her head around the door and asked for Caroline.
Not me! I was glad.
Her fingers were smooth and delicate and I had a feeling her touch would have been insipid.

Natalie then came in and called my name. Follow me, she said as she directed me into the chamber.
She was tallish, just over five and a half foot with the most beautiful, silky hair tipping into soft curls as they bounced on her shoulder. Brunette.
She was a good size; not puny, not overweight but well-made, and voluptuous in all the right places. She smiled as she explained the process, verifying that I was here for a full body massage and telling me the oils she was going to use.

She left me to de-robe and I slid impatiently and in anticipation under the provided covers.

Listen to the music and drift away, she said, as she slid back the covers and started to stroke my back in strong and determined motions.

Nice panties, she had said. Strange comment but appreciated nonetheless. Was it a come on? I doubt it. What on earth would a beautiful, very clearly heterosexual woman, ten years my junior see in me? Not that I even wanted her. Not that she was clearly heterosexual. I'm ‘clearly’ heterosexual but it doesn't stop me thinking, doesn't stop me looking or wondering.

Her touch was good and I told her. It was perfect; neither too harsh nor soft, just perfect pressure. I could feel myself drifting and worked hard on ensuring she knew I was relaxed. I untensed my muscles and flopped in response to her hand movements.

Further down my back she travelled in deep, swirling motions, tentatively clipping the waistband with her thumb by accident.
By accident. By reason? By purpose?

It happened again and as her hands switched direction to work their way horizontally over my eased back, I felt her fingers linger a little too long, tracing the line of my thongs with her thumb, catching the edge and ever so slightly flickering underneath.

I wonder if they are taught to do that, to arouse and relax the client in one fell swoop. Taught or not, it was working. The sensation of gentle, knowing fingers simulating the line of my panties always does something for me.
Anticipation is an astounding aphrodisiac; frustrating but astounding nonetheless.

I waited and enjoyed as she swooped once more from my coccyx right the way to my shoulders, pressing firmly to confirm my back massage was complete.
Untucking the towel from my panties, she pulled the cover over my back and walked towards the bottom of the couch.

Legs now. She moved the cover to reveal one of my legs and gently smoothed the oils into my calves.
I tentatively moved my legs apart; an unnoticeable move but one done to prevent them sticking together, should I accidentally emit some slight juices from my pussy.
I don’t think she noticed but as she moved from calf to thigh, I was immensely conscious of her hand going to my inner thigh, and I know that I was almost certainly moistening up should she have accidentally touched the lower part of my thongs.

I was beginning to feel the familiar feeling of juices building up when I get aroused. I tried to relax and not worry about them. Surely masseurs are used to people being turned on by their actions? They must be used to hard ons. Just not sure they are used to hard ons in a woman, but I certainly had one now. I was pulsating and desperate to feel the juice of my own pussy on my fingers. I’d have to have a wank after she had finished, before I left this room.

I must have been imagining everything for once she had travelled comfortably and confidently up and down my thighs, she simply stopped, held the cover high above her face and asked me to move over onto my back.
It wasn’t done in a harsh or clinical way, but was professional and evidently, she was not interested in seeing my body.

I moved and closed my eyes as she explained that she was now going to manipulate my neck and chest, working down to the arms and then it would be over.

I lay there as she swooped her beautiful hands over my neck and down to the start of my breasts.
I wasn’t exactly willing her to drive her hands under the cover that she had expertly placed an inch above my nipples, but I was hoping that her fingers would surreptitiously find their way beneath, just as they had with my panties.

She kept on swooping down, in deep circular motions that mocked me, drawing boobs with her hand on my chest, clipping the side of my tits with her forearm.

The cover was in the way and she carefully suggested that she might pull it down a little. There was nothing sexual in this statement. It was just a practicality. I said I’d prefer that anyway.
Maybe that was a little too forward, but she removed it anyway, and I hoped my nipples wouldn’t reveal my obvious arousal. They could just have been responding to the freshness of the air.

Although my eyes were closed I could feel her gaze as she moved her hands over my tits, carefully avoiding the nipples. It felt incredible, and I desperately wanted to finger myself as she further manipulated my tits.

And then, her hands cupped my boobs and remained there a second too long. She drew her circle again, driving her fingers down my cleavage and allowed her fingers to drift over my nipples. And then she stopped and squeezed and carefully put some pressure onto her palms which were directly over my now protruding nipples.

I opened my eyes and raised my chin towards her, still laying as still as possible, and as I did, without any warning whatsoever, she simply leaned forward and kissed my nose at the same time, squeezing my tits in a very sexual and needy way.

I smiled.

Still clasping my bosom, she moved to the side and then took both hands over to my left tit and held it, releasing my nipple to the coldness of the air. With gentle and stimulating caresses she smoothed it over and over again, and then she leant over and took a mouthful of my tit in her warm and comforting mouth.
It was sensational. I could feel her hot saliva as it trickled from her kiss as she circled my nipple with her tongue and sucked gently on its tip.

Her hand moved to my other tit as she continued to massage my nipple with her tongue.

Enough! I needed to control this. I could wait no longer.
Either my hand or hers had to get under those covers and inside my pussy. I’d parted my legs as she had sucked my tit and I am sure she had noticed this movement. This time it was intentional, deliberate, the affirmation of which I hope she approved.

I held my hand over hers, and dramatically grabbed it and slid it down the length of my body towards my white, lacy thongs.
Lingering a mere second at the edge of my panties, I pushed her hand invitingly towards my pubes.

She needed no further invitation, and without any pleas from me she traced the most natural line of my body, inserting her fingers past my labia and deep into my cunt, and for the first time in our session, her fingers moved vigorously and passionately as she finger fucked me, clearly delighted in the fuck juices she found within.

I undid her tunic and fumbled around to push my hand into her bra. Her nipple were as erect as my own and I clung onto it as she continued to find her way through the folds of my pussy, deeper and deeper toward my passion.

I was going to cum, and I feared my copious emissions might alarm her. She expertly curled her two fingers deep inside me, clipping against my G-spot, and once found pushed hard in a dramatic and familiar way.
I felt my release and I silently wailed as I erupted in a monumental gush, and as I did she released herself from my clutches and dived down to capture the juices in her mouth, licking her way around my pubes and sliding her tongue into the place where her fingers had done their tidy work seconds before.

She crouched down and placed her hands on my thighs and I fucking came again, splashing her face and moistening that beautiful hair as I did.
She moved from left to right, carefully tickling my labia with her tongue and then sliding once more into my fanny with her strong and capable tongue.

I clutched my boobs as she did this, feeling the remnants of oil to ease my journey.

She moved away and stood upright, smiling, dripping with my juices, and as she wiped them from her chin, she reinserted her fingers back into my cunt and simply rested them there as she moved around the other side of the couch, bent over and kissed me.

It's in the hands

Hello. Would you like to follow me please? This way, and through that door. My name is Natalie and I'm going to try and put you in a beautifully relaxed state of mind.

If you'd like to take your robe off, just leaving your pants on. I'll just wait the other side of the door whilst you do that. As soon as you're undressed, just climb onto the bed and cover yourself with the towel and bedsheet. Lie on your tummy with your face down in the hole. And relax!

Okay in there? Are you ready?
Good. I'm going to use a range of oils to smother into your body which will relax and stimulate you at the same time. It is a full body massage today, isn't it? Good.

I'm just going to pull the sheet down and tuck the towel into the top of your knickers. Lovely - oh they're pretty.

Let me know if the pressure is too much or too soft.
Happy with that? Good.

I'm going to work down your back, then your legs and then work on your neck. Once we have done your shoulders, I'll ask you to turn over and I'll massage your neck, chest, arms and the front of your legs.

Now just close your eyes and float away with the music.
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She has very smooth skin. I like that in a woman, especially older ones. A well defined spine. Mmmm, that feels good. She's already beginning to relax. Maybe she likes my touch. I'm just going to smooth her hair away from her shoulders, brushing it over to the left. Silky - maybe I'll just spend a little time stroking her head to relax her further.
Mmmm, she likes that.

My hands are pressing firmly over her back as I swish up and down in long, sensual moves. Each movement, each stroke dashes an extra centimetre towards the base of her spine, edging nearer to those fine lacey knickers.
They look startlingly white and pure.
The next stroke I'll just gently rub against the panties, just surreptitiously lead my finger just inside. See what happens.
Ooh yes! She liked that.

Don't rush it though.

Back around the shoulders. Wow, this woman is really responding to my touches. I wonder if she's responding all over. I wonder if.......
I'll try the lingering, lengthy stroke and take my thumb towards the top of her arse.

Yes! She let me do that without a murmer. She liked me doing that.
I'm going to brush across her body horizantally now, starting at the top, moving down. I'm now hovering over the lacy hem, digging deep, stroking my finger across the lace, not lifting it, just lingering, giving the idea I want to go in.
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I'm just going to pull the towel over your back. We'll work on your legs now. Okay? Good. Stay relaxed for me.
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Stay very relaxed. Wow! These legs look like they can be firmly wrapped round someone. Those thighs have seen some action!
I'll start with the calves. She's got strong calves; firm, powerful, beautiful.
And sweet feet! Gentle feet! Sensitive feet! She likes the movement of my hands cupping them.

Outer thighs now in deep, rotating movements. Still relaxed, good. Moving to the inner thigh.
Yes! Warm, almost moist before the oil has got there. Oh boy, is she responding that positively to my fingers? Does she know? Did I sense a slight shifting of her legs? Did they ease apart a little? Is she inviting me in?

My pussy is trickling. I wonder if she knows.

Yes! A definite movement. She's willing me in. I can feel it, sense it.....

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If you'd like to turn over, I'll hold the towel so you can move with ease and place it back over you, to cover you?
Are you on your back? Excellent!

I'm now going to do your shoulders and upper chest. Place your arms by your side. Lovely.
Are you comfortable?
Wonderful.
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She's peaceful, relaxed and waiting.

I move my hands across her neck, sweeping into her face, then travelling back down, circling the top of her chest. Her tits seem big. I want to feel them. I want to taste them. Does she want that too?

I circle again, taking my thumbs towards her cleavage.
She likes that. She lets out a satisfied breath.
I repeat the action, and again, deep into her sizeable valley. I tantalizingly rub my thumb across the inner section of her left boob. Her facial muscles ease.
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Everything okay? Excellent. I'm glad you're relaxing. It feels good? Invigorating?
I'm just going to move the towel down to below your chest. Okay with that? You'd prefer that? Fantastic!
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She is a responsive one! Thank goodness. I need this as much as she does.
Beautiful breasts. Big and comfortable.
I work my way around avoiding the nipples in great swathing motions; out to the side, inwards, around the base, feeling the weight of those fabulous tits in my hand.

I place both palms over her nipples and gently squeeze her excited boobs.
She opens her eyes and gazes at me, not alarmed, not smiling, just accepting, and then she raises her chin in invitation and I lean forward and kiss her nose. She smiles as I squeeze her tits a little tighter.

I come around the side of the couch with my hand still fondling her left tit. I take both hands to her one breast and I cup it and hold it as she smiles. I tweak her nipple until there is a mountain of erectness ready to lick and I open my mouth in anticipation.

She looks up and nods as I fall forth and take a mouthful of utter joy.
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Are you okay with this? You are! Good!
I wanted you the minute I saw you.
I hoped!

I hoped too, she said as she took my hand and led it underneath the towel and thrust it into her shimmering, White lacy panties.

I accepted the invitation, and as I sucked on her tit, I reached inside her knickers to feel the excitement that I had created between her legs.

She eagerly parted them now and flung the irrelevant covers to the floor.
I finger fucked her vigorously as she unbuttoned my tunic and took out my tits.

I manipulated myself as I reached in for more juicy satisfaction, and as I did, she exploded a gush of hot steamy cum, all over my fingers as they waggled away.

I bent over and licked her sticky pubes and I thought what a fucking marvellous job I have!