Naughty Fun

The masseuse’s hands are gliding across my skin, working the muscles of my shoulders and back with an expert touch. I sigh with contentment as the tension and stress seem to melt away from my body. It’s not often that I get a chance to relax like this. Work makes for long days and things have been even more hectic lately as my daughter had recently moved out of the house and off to college and my son had just started high school. Added to that was the fact that my husband would soon be retiring from the military after 20 years of service. Needless to say there was a lot going on in life which is why today I had called in sick to work, my husband insisting that I take the day off and relax. I argued against this at first, but it didn’t take long for my husband to convince me that it would be good for me. He cinched the deal by way of hiring a private massage therapist to come over and give me a good, relaxing whole body massage.

And thus I am now lying naked, basically, on a fold out massage table in my own living room as this wonderful woman uses her incredible hands to knead and massage all the tension out of my body. At first I was a bit apprehensive about letting a stranger see me naked. I don’t have a bad body for a woman in her mid-thirties. I’m a bit on the shorter side, standing at five foot, three inches. I keep my weight around the 130 mark. My husband likes my curves as I have a nice bubble butt and very full set of 36 C tits. Yes, they are not quite as perky as they were in my twenties after having two kids, one of whom I gave birth to straight out of high school, but then again most women in their mid to late 30’s can sympathize with that. As for the rest of me I have very long, dark brown hair with lots of curls that my husband loves to run his hands through and grab hold of. Matching my hair is my very deep brown eyes that he constantly tells me he can lose himself in. My skin is a very creamy white, marred only by a few freckles and a couple of faint scars from childhood fights with my older brother.

The masseuse’s hands move away from back as she grabs some more oil that she drizzles out onto my skin. The oil smells good, spicy but with a flowery undertone to it. My back begins to tingle a bit from the slight warming effect that the oil has to it as the masseuse’s hands continue to slide over my skin, pushing and kneading on my muscles. She works her way down my back, right to the beginning of my ass, and then back up. My shoulders, my neck, then down each arm. Slowly I begin to drift into an almost dream state. There is only me and this magic pair of hands that continue to eliminate all the knotted up stress in my body. Back to my shoulders. The hands find a particularly difficult spot and work extra hard, to the point that it actually hurts a little, but then the pressure is gone as those magic hands work the tension out and massage it away. I let out another sigh of pure relaxation.

“She’s good, very good,” I think to myself as her hands go back to work once more on my neck. Not bad looking either to be honest. About my height with black hair and very blue eyes. She has a slightly olive tan complexion and almond shaped eyes which makes me think she might have some Asian ancestry in her, but it must be faint with the blue eyes. She’s younger than I am, late twenties or early thirties, but in good shape. Nice hips and ass, but her boobs are only a b-cup if I were to guess offhand. Still, she is attractive with a pretty face. She’s wearing a pair of skin tight black spandex shorts and a simple white tank-top. Her personality is nice as I easily felt at ease with her when she showed up. Now I am lying on her fold-up, portable massage table, completely nude except for a folded in half white towel that covers my ass…barely.

Her hands move down now to my legs, working each one from just below where the towel ends. Slowly they move down the back of my thighs, over each calf, massaging, kneading, and working the muscles firmly yet smoothly. More oil. First one leg and then the other. Finally she ends up at my feet, taking each in turn to massage with her strong hands, using her thumbs to hit all the pressure points. She then starts back up each leg. She once again works each calf, using her thumbs even more to dig deep into the muscles there. I drift even further, awake but so relaxed that my mind just begins to slip away. She reaches my thighs again and I very slightly spread my legs just a little so that she can massage my inner thigh muscles easier.

Up my thighs her hands glide and suddenly I become hyper aware of just how high her hands are going. Back and forth her hands move over the back of my thighs, kneading the muscle from the inside to the outside with each pass, and less than a fingers breadth away from my very exposed pussy. I actually begin to wonder if she can see it. With that thought I feel a sudden flash of heat rip through my body which makes my sensitive clit begin to tingle. The towel can’t be covering all that much, especially with my legs slightly spread. Even better, I just had my monthly Brazilian done just a few days ago, so my pussy is very smooth and bare and easy to see. The thought of her hands so close now excites me as a small shiver ripples through my body. I sigh to cover it, hoping that she mistakes it for just further relaxation, but in reality my mind has gone from drifting to focusing very pointedly on what her hands are doing. Nothing seems to really have changed though as her hands continue to work up and down my thighs, working my muscles, kneading them like dough from the inside to the outside with each pass. But wait, did her hands just get a little closer? I try to remain dormant, not wanting to tense up for fear that I will alert her to just how close her hands are to my now very hot and excited cunt.

And then it happens, just the barest of touches, there and gone before I can even realize it happened. Was I imagining it? I sigh again, whether in relaxation or excitement I leave it for her to decide. It is now turning into a game. She continues her work like nothing has happened, that everything is ordinary. I lay there, aware but relaxed. I wonder to myself if this is something my husband has set up. We have a very unusual sexual life between our BDSM activities and our slightly swinger lifestyle, but we have never played without both of us being present. Still, he has always told me that if I were to ever do anything without him that he wouldn’t have as much of an issue as long as it was with another woman. Could this massage be that moment? I only ponder on this for a second though as I quickly decide I don’t care. I’ve already made up my mind that if this massage has a happy ending for me, then I am going to let it happen.

But then her hands move…up under the towel and onto my ass. She continues to massage, kneading deep into my muscles there with her thumbs. Now I sigh loudly. I have always loved having my ass rubbed and there is no denying how good this feels for me. For several long minutes her hands glide over my ass, first up high, then down low and right back to the inside of my upper thighs. Several times I feel her fingers make gentle contact with the outer lips of my now superheated cunt. Each time I sigh deeply. She is such a tease. I almost want to yell at her now to just get it over with and rub my aching pussy. But no, the game continues.

“Time to roll over.” Her voice breaks me out of my daydream state. Her tone is very professional, like nothing at all is happening between us. Maybe I am mistaken. Maybe those brief touches were just that and nothing more. Maybe she really has no clue what she is doing to me. I push-up slightly and begin to roll over onto my back.