Nancy’s First Massage

I own this small massage boutique in a fairly affluent town. I have two girls that work for me and they were getting ready to leave. It was Friday night and I was waiting for my last appointment.

It was almost 7:30 when this cute young lady walked in. She was about five foot seven with dark brown hair and a very attractive figure. I looked down at my appointment book asking, “Are you Nancy?” I explained that the girls usually handle the female customers, but unfortunately they had to leave for the evening. So I asked if she was uncomfortable with me giving the massage.

She said, “no that’s okay,” and gave me a little smile. At least that made me feel bit easier.

After the initial amenities I led her off to one of the massage rooms. She explained that this was her first time here and in fact her first massage. She said it was a gift from her husband. Since he traveled allot he suggested going out and spoiling herself for an evening.

Inside the massage room it was nice and warm from the heaters and electric fireplace. After softening the lights I pointed to the hangers for her clothes and the bath towel draped over the massage table. Then I left so she could undress.

A few minutes later I knocked at the door cracking it a bit and asking if it was okay to come in.

When I entered the room Nancy was lying on the massage table with the towel draped over her behind. She was a pretty sight with her legs and half her thighs exposed. Her back looked so soft and smooth that I could barely wait to feel her flesh. But I had to control myself. My job was to give her a massage.

I put some soft relaxing music on and lowered the lights a little more so the lit candles had a calming effect. “Are we all ready Nancy,” I asked.” “Yes I am,” she whispered talking into the table matting.

“Just relax and enjoy yourself.”

I began massaging her neck with my fingers and then working my way down her back. Eventually I walked around the table to her feet and began stroking up the calves of her legs. She was so soft and her legs felt so nice. I spent a few minutes deep rubbing her muscles slowly working up to her knees. Then I started going higher squeezing and massaging her thighs right up to the edge of the towel that covered her rear end.

I was getting rather turned on feeling her warm skin and was beginning to get a bit bold. I inched my hands up under the towel a little feeling her thighs and massaging them. She didn’t say anything. So I went a bit higher almost half up her thighs. “Is that okay Nancy?” I asked. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” I thought I’d better asked before she got upset. She moaned out with a sigh, “ohhhh… nooooo…, it feels good.” I continued rubbing her legs and running my hands up and down her soft fleshy thighs creeping up higher each time. I wasn’t sure how she felt about what I was doing, but it certainly was arousing me.