Carolyn S.

As time went on I could see that my erotic massage clientele was building. I didn’t want my massages to become ho-hum boring, so I decided that next time I order supplies I would add a few new items. Along with a case of Astroglide I also ordered some adult sexual aids and toys. You know what I’m talking about; vibrators, dildos, vibrating dildos with clitoral stimulators, butt plugs, rabbits, etc. Some of these toys look so lifelike that just seeing them in with my large supply bag full of lotions and other goodies more often than not would bring about a little curiosity from my horny clients.

Some would get a little bit aroused in anticipation that I might use some of these on them. And then the women who knew what they wanted would come right out and ask me if I would use a certain toy or vibrator on them. They were curious to try new things, sometimes just to see how it fit and felt. When I would get some new product, I would leave the brightly colored packaged near the top of my open bag so it would be hard not to miss. The regulars would be expecting something new each time I met with them. In addition to their favorite toy, I always had something special to satisfy their inquisitiveness.

A few weeks after Sharon’s last massage I got a call from Carolyn S. She explained that she was one of Sharon J.’s old friends and neighbor from the apartment where she used to live. Carolyn sounded anxious and curious over the phone when she rapidly explained her reason for the call, “Sharon said you perform a very special massage. I asked for your number and finally got up the nerve to call you. I’ve had a few massages in my life, but I’ve always wondered if there was more to it. Sharon told me I’d be pleasantly surprised and to give you a try. So I took her up on her offer. I wouldn’t expect you to come way over to my place, so Sharon offered hers. I’m coming up to visit and stay with her and Rhoda for a week. Would you mind if I could possibly book an appointment for one of your special massage treats while I’m in the neighborhood?” “Guaranteed, no problem at all. As a matter of fact, if I know when you’re coming, I’ll keep the whole week open. Maybe one massage might not be enough!”

Carolyn never had an erotic massage and the way Sharon described it to her she could hardly wait to feel the experience. She said she’d be here in a couple of weeks. I said that would be great. Sharon is due for her regular massage around the same time. Perhaps I could do both of you. In all my excitement of having someone call ‘out of the blue’ and ask for a sexual massage (the first of many); I forgot that is was also time for Rhoda to have her regular massage. This would be my busiest Saturday ever. Three massages in one day. It’s amazing how my business had continued to grow from just word of mouth advertising.

Many women who have experienced the pleasures from a regular massage have fantasized about getting a sexual massage but apparently never knew where to go or who they could trust to do it. Even now, most are still shy about asking. The married ones are reluctant to try, whether from fear or guilt, I’m not sure. But it is hard for most women to go to some strange guy and have him put his hands all over you. It is so personal, many women who think about massage, associate it with a form of cheating or infidelity. They’ll come around some day (I hope!).

This was going to be a long day. Rhoda had already made coffee before I arrived. She was sipping a cup and offered me one as usual. I thankfully accepted and said let me set up first and I’ll be right back. While setting up in the dining room, I had to sneak a peak into the darkened living room. It was deja vu. I could make out Sharon lying on the couch. I returned to the kitchen, coffee already poured and waiting, Rhoda switched chairs and was now sitting in the bright sunlight sipping her mug. I somehow felt she did this on purpose. As I sat down to enjoy an early morning cup of java, I glanced over at Rhoda to say thanks. As many times as I’ve seen her nude body, there is something about a woman’s breast peaking out from their clothing that attracts a man’s eye. And today was no exception. Rhoda caught me admiring her right breast protruding from her open bathrobe. The sunlight shone through the side of her thin robe. It outlined her beautiful round orb and accented her nipple brushing delicately against the cloth. Mesmerized by the rising and falling of each breath, my admiration was suddenly interrupted by, “Thank you, Pete.” I looked up from her chest and noticed a big smile. She knew that it was an attraction or distraction for me. She loved when men admired her beauty and she new that I adored her. I could feel my cock starting to swell.

Rhoda told me the girls were out late as usual and she would be first on the massage table today. As Rhoda shuffled to the massage room she mentioned, “Sharon said to let her sleep and that Carolyn couldn’t wait to go first.” Hearing this, I could hardly wait. She couldn’t believe the way I worked my magic hands on her. “God, Pete, what are you doing to me today? I’m already feeling tingly deep down as if I’m going to come all over you.” I said, “Nothing different; you must be more relaxed than you imagine; or just the opposite, more tense.”

Rhoda didn’t realize it, but she now knew what to expect from me in each session and looked forward to it as much as I did. She quickly built up a lot of sexual tension in the past couple of weeks. I could tell, Rhoda was for some reason, very horny today. Knowing this and the fact I had two more massage to do, I ran through Rhoda’s massage much quicker than normal. I was thinking, “Rhoda must have been fantasizing about someone she met last night that may have piqued her senses. Still thinking about last night, she was more interested in a quick release rather than a massage.” Noticing how she felt today from what she was saying, I gave her a nice soothing sensual massage and quickly developed it into the erotic stage. She reached a strong orgasm right away and was completely satisfied with her release. She didn’t need any more stimulation this morning. “That was wonderful, Pete. I feel totally relaxed now. You know, Pete, I’m still tired from being up late last night as well. I think I’ll go back to bed to dream of my next session. I’ll wake up Carolyn from the guest room and send her down.” “Thank you, Rhoda. I’ll get the table ready for her.” I said.

One down and two to go as I worked with still a semi-hard on to change the sheets on my table. From my bag I left in the sunlight on the dining room floor, I rearranged some of the new products I had bought. I didn’t let Rhoda know I had brought some new toys; I guess I was anxious to meet my new client as soon as possible and I knew that Rhoda would want to check out my array of products if she saw them. I figured next time would be better. It was going to be a lengthy day as it was. I left one toy in particular sticking half way out of the bag. It had warmed itself up to body temperature its colorful box would be easily noticed.

This toy was a lifelike penis with a special fairly strong clitoral vibrator attached near its base. This tool got its nickname of ‘rabbit’ from the soft vibrating ear on the clit stimulator section. It used three C-cell batteries for sustained operation. Nothing worse than have the batteries die just before you are ready. It ran fairly quiet and buzzed and hummed away at just the right speed for maximum pleasure. The box read that after minimal arousal, the most stubborn pussy will succumb to its power. An added note said to use plenty of personal lubricant for its guarantee to work. I had to see if this was true and was hoping that at least one of my next two clients would notice it and want to give it a shot.

I was drinking my second cup of coffee when Carolyn came down. We made our introductions and I offered her some of Rhoda’s delicious coffee while she filled out some forms I had brought over. She declined the drink and as I sat across from her I began asking her about family life and family back home to pass the time and also to try and learn as much about my clients, especially the ones that call me and ask for a sexual massage on their first appointment. More importantly was why the happily married ones. I got more than I bargained for. Other than her fantastic two children, a boy and a girl, life was great everywhere except the bedroom. She had sex once a month if she was lucky. Her ripe body needed much, much more.

When I say ‘ripe’ I meant it in every way you could imagine. Carolyn was tall and shapely. About 5’8” light brown hair and blue eyes. Full seductive lips any man would want to feel pressed against him. She had a smile that would light up a room and body language that reeked of ‘I’m ready whenever you are’. Carolyn was couple of years older than Sharon and a few years younger than me. We became comfortable with each other from the start.


I sat in awe as she began telling me her story, “When Gerry, makes love to me it’s always quick and often times painful. He would almost always plow into me before I was ready. He’d just dump his load into me, pull out and go to sleep.