Marcella’s Massage

It was a beautiful, balmy Friday evening after a long, hard, rainy work week. My mind was burnt out from dealing with coworkers’ mistakes, irate clients, and a husband at home that wasn’t paying much attention to me when I came home from my long days working hard to pay the bills. When I clocked out of work at 7:30pm, I left excitedly for a massage appointment I had set for 8:15pm. There was no way I was going to be late– I’d been looking to my Swedish massage appointment for days, needing to feel the stress worked out of my body at the expert hands of the massage therapists at the clinic I’d been going to for several months now.

Driving my little convertible I couldn’t help but smile, feeling calmer already with the wind in my hair, knowing I wouldn’t have to work for 2 whole days! After the massage I would probably sit around at home, maybe take a bath, maybe take a dip in the pool, or sip some wine while reading a book. Oh, who was I fooling — I’d probably end up pleasuring myself in my bedroom! Massages always made me so horny! The big, strong hands all over my body, stimulating every inch of me. I loved when I got a male masseuse, but even the women that worked at the massage clinic were very talented. I never knew which massage therapist I’d get until I showed up, which was fine with me, I like experiencing the different touch of each therapist.

I settled into a cozy chair in the waiting room after checking in, serene music filling my ears. There weren’t any other people in the waiting room. I needed to schedule my appointments towards the end of the evening since I worked long hours, so sometimes I was the last appointment of the day. My eyes closing, I began to think of the 90 minutes of bliss I was about to experience in strange hands. I could feel my nipples hardening already– I loved the feeling of being caressed. My husband had been neglecting me for awhile now sexually and in many other ways. Long ago he stopped holding me while we slept, and kissing me before leaving for work. So I decided to get a regular massage every 2 weeks, coming home elated to masturbate myself furiously while he sat downstairs watching TV.

While I was in my waiting room reverie, my name was suddenly called by a tall, strong looking Black male.

“Marcella?” he called to me. My eyes met his. I estimated he was about 6’1″ or taller. He was wearing light green scrubs– and looking goddamn fine in them! His hair was cropped close, his eyes a light green color. A chiseled jaw, little bit of stubble on his face, making him look rugged and even sexier. My breath caught in my throat. I rose to my feet and walked over to him. He shook my hand warmly, holding my patient chart in the other hand.

“Hi, yes, that’s me,” I said timidly, with a small smile.

“Hi, I’m Darius,” he said, his voice deep and sexy. I’d never had him before. Since I was the last client, he locked the front door before escorting me back to the massage room, asking the typical questions, such as if there was any particular soreness I was experiencing or any place in particular I wanted him to focus on. I told him No, aside from just being tight from stress, I just wanted relaxation. He smiled and walked out of the room to let me disrobe, telling me to get undressed to my level of comfort and saying he’d knock on the door to make sure I was covered under the thin sheet on the massage table before coming back in.

Usually I kept my tiny thong panties on, but this time I felt like getting totally naked– I couldn’t wait to feel his hands on my body! I took off my jacket and peeled off my tight skirt, then removed my silk sleeveless blouse. Next, I slowly removed my matching white lace bra and panties. Glancing in the mirror, I squeezed my pert breasts in my hands, the brown nipples getting harder in the coolness of the room. Soft classical music was playing.

The reflection in the mirror looked damn fine — there I was, a petite, successful, young, black woman, 5’1″ and about 100lbs when soaking wet. My skin a light brown color, my ass perfectly firm. Though I was petite, my breasts were a nice handful, a 32C. My hair was light brown, long and curly, with blond highlights. Thick lips, warm brown eyes, some freckles. A thin strip of trimmed pubic hair over my mound under a flat, hard tummy. Things I wished my husband would notice…

I climbed onto the table on my belly, completely naked, and covered myself with the sheet up to my shoulders, resting my face in the face cradle and trying to relax. Darius knocked softly and I called for him to come in. He dimmed the lights and situated his assortment of oils. Silently, I laid on the table, feeling slightly vulnerable, which was actually turning me on even more. I didn’t usually talk much during my massages– I just wanted to relax.

Darius didn’t speak as he walked up to the table, uncovering my upper back, and soon placing his large, warm hands on my tense back. I could feel tension start melting away with the soft pressure of his warm hands. He moved his hands over my back in circles, getting me used to his touch, before specifically starting to work on my right shoulder and upper arm.

My body was putty in his hands. As he manipulated my shoulder and arm, I felt my breasts jiggle below me against the table. His rubbing eased the ache in my sore upper back and tired dominant right arm. After he was done with the right, he moved to my left shoulder and arm, repeating the gentle manipulation of my tired muscles. He asked if the pressure was fine, and I simply mumbled a Yes.

He moved on to my middle back after 15 minutes on my shoulders and arms, peeling a little more of the covers from my body. His hands rubbed long strokes all over me, my body becoming slick with the relaxing lavender scented oils. I felt his expert hands caressing along my spine, easing away all the stress from the work week. His fingers rubbed below my ribs, working away any pain I’d felt from being so stressed and tense all week. My whole body was tingling with the stimulation. I loved his strong, smooth touch!

I felt him move down to my feet, folding the blanket back so he could hold each foot in his warm hands, getting my feet acclimated to his touch. He then rubbed along my sore calf muscles, coating my skin with the oil. My breath caught in my throat as I felt him reach above my knees, rubbing my thighs, inches from my bare pussy! Instantly I felt myself getting wetter with his expert touch on my sensitive thighs.

“That feels really good,” I said quietly.

“I’m glad, Marcella,” he replied softly. “You know, you have very beautiful skin. I’m sure you’re probably told that all the time. A beautiful caramel complexion. And you’re so taut, so lean, your body is perfect,” he said. I didn’t even know what to say — my husband never complimented me anymore.

“Thank you,” was all I could muster. He moved back down to my calf muscles again and worked around my ankles and back down to my feet.

“And your feet are perfect too,” he chuckled. “I like these painted toenails, very pretty…” I had just gotten a pedicure the previous weekend, and my toes and fingernails were a light, metallic pink color. I thanked him again while letting him expertly rub my tired feet.

After he was done with my legs and feet, he asked if he could work on my gluteus maximus. My ass! Oh, I’d love to feel his hands on my hips. He began kneading my ass, keeping me covered with the blanket, but I’m sure he could tell I had no panties on. It felt awesome! I felt him begin chopping my asscheeks with his hands, my ass bouncing up at him with his intense movements. The other massage therapists I’d seen didn’t do gluteal work, unfortunately. I was loving it! My whole body shook with his manipulations.

When he was done, he asked me to flip over onto my back so he could better massage my arms and feet. I obliged– he tried to discreetly hold the blanket up over me so as to protect my nudity while I flipped over, but in the process of me moving around on the table I accidentally stuck my arm out at the blanket that was being held up, knocking it out of one of Darius’ hands. As I was in mid-flip, there was my naked breast completely exposed to him! I froze, my upper body half-way uncovered, my eyes looking up– he was staring at my exposed titty! He shook himself, apologized, and quickly covered me up as I fully settled on my back on the table.

I smiled up at him; I didn’t mind he’d seen my breast and hoped he’d liked what he’d saw. Judging from the slight bulge in his scrubs that I saw from the corner of my eye, he did! He began intensely rubbing my arms, my breasts jiggling again as I lay on my back. I heard Darius start breathing heavier from his intense strokes upon my body. He began gently rubbing my hands, and after doing so he stretched my arms out, which felt really good. The blanket was being pulled down, though, during the stretches. Neither of us spoke, neither of us made an effort to prevent it from sliding down and exposing my perfect tits again.

I looked up at him and locked eyes at him as he stood behind my head, massaging my neck and scalp and looking down at me. My body felt so good at his touch, and I told him so. He smiled at me, telling me that I was beautiful, my body perfect to touch. My heart was beating faster. I closed my eyes while he rubbed my head, which felt amazing. His hands went down my neck and around to my shoulders and then my chest. I opened my eyes again and looked up at him. The blanket had exposed my breasts almost to the nipples.

“Darius…” I said quietly.

“Yes, Marcella?” he said softly. The quiet classical music continued. We were both breathing heavier. The sexual attraction between us was now incredibly thick in the room.

“I’d love for you to massage me all over…” I said.

“Marcella…” he began.

“Please? I haven’t ever had anyone touch me so good…”

He reached down, his large hands resting gently on my chest. I heard him breathe deeply, as if trying to control himself. I instinctively spread my legs open a little as I lay back on the table. My breasts were still somewhat covered by the fabric. I tugged a little on the blanket, pulling it free of my breasts as Darius rested his large hands on my chest. His breath caught in his throat in the quiet room as my perfect tits became free. Nipples hardening… I reached my hands up to cup my breasts as he kept his hands on my chest, inches above my tits. He was standing behind me, frozen as he watched me holding my ample breasts in each hand.

I closed my eyes and began pulling on my nipples.