Aimee’s First Massage

Aimee’s First

Aimee is the 18-year-old daughter of two of my good friends. Recently, after giving her mom a massage that turned into sex, she mentioned she would like Aimee to get a massage from me. That night I thought she was asking me to have sex with her daughter, but as the weeks went by, I realized she probably did just want her to have a massage.

Aimee plays Volleyball in the local college. She is a really good player and I have been to several games and watched her give it her all. Yes. She is quite the sexually attractive hard body teenager. I never looked at her like that before until her mom planted that seed.

One night after leaving one of her games with her parents, Aimee came out of the gym jogging towards us. I could see she had a slight limp to her jog as she approached us.

“What happened to the leg,” I asked her.

“Hey Mr. C,” she said. “I think I pulled something in my thigh back here.” She said rubbing the back of her thigh. “Mom says you do sports massage, think you can fix it?”

“If your mom and dad want, I guess I can take a look at it,” I said looking at them.

“Of course,” her mom said. “When can you take care of it?”

“Tomorrow, after work, say 6PM,” I said.

“Ok,” Aimee said. “I’ll come over to your place after practice.”

We then went to dinner and all had a good time. I couldn’t help but to notice how cute Aimee was and so grown up now. It was like talking with an adult during the whole conversation and many times both her mom and dad reminded us all that she was now an adult and had to make her own decisions regarding many things. I never looked at her like an adult until that night. Before that she was always the kid next door.

The next night I got home and set up the massage table in the living room. Dimmed the lights down and preheated the oil. Right on time Aimee showed up at the door. I greeted her and asked her to come in and sit down on the couch, so we could go over some things.

Like any other client I asked her to show me where she was hurting. She stood up and turned around in her tiny shorts and showed me by rubbing her hand up and down her upper thighs. She told me she thinks she pulled something, and it was sorer than anything.