The Beginning _(9)

Since the first massage of Sandra P., I was hooked. Massage was my life. It’s been a couple of years since we first met at that college party. The thrill and excitement of just touching another person and relieving them from so many symptoms of every day stresses, aches and pains is what I enjoy doing. It was not an easy profession to get into for a guy, unless you just wanted to do guys. Women are very suspicious of having another man other than their boyfriend, husband or doctor touch them. I didn’t mind massaging men, but it certainly is much more pleasing to have the consent of a strange woman allowing you to run your hands soothingly all over her nude body. Their soft skin and delicate fragrance just does something to me. It’s almost as if I’m the one being massaged.
When I first started my massage practice, I gave many hours of free massages. Only a few continued coming to me after I officially opened my business. It was a part time business at first and I supplemented my income by working in an office, almost full time. One of the women there was Ellen. It was just a coincidence meeting her there. She was one of my practice clients while I was in school, and remembered me when I started working here at her office. She was about the same age as me, fairly tall about 5’8” with slightly wavy light brown shoulder length hair. She was in her senior year at a business college when we first met. Mid-terms were coming up and she was all stressed out. She and a few of her friends from school decided to drop in for a bit of relaxation. Free massages at the massage school were in order. Ellen was offered to me by my supervisor to practice what I had learned so far. Ellen didn’t feel very tense, but I remember giving her a very soothing light touch massage. My skills weren’t the greatest at this point in my education but apparently it was enough to have her return. Obviously she liked it because when she returned, she always asked for me for several more massages before she graduated from college. That was the last of I saw of he until today. She inquired if I was now a licensed masseur. I told her I was, but things were starting very slow. She told me that she was the office manager and been here since she got out of school last year. She showed a more than just a questioning interest and after a couple of weeks working with Ellen she asked if she could make an appointment to have a massage. I figured this would be a great way to help spread the word around about how wonderful my magic hands were after giving her a massage. Ellen came to my office the following Saturday and I gave her the best massage I could possibly manage. Having been on my table in the past, she was familiar with the way I worked. She was proud of her young tight body and was not shy about showing it to me. I had had to pinch myself every so often to maintain control. She was hot and touching her soft skin and listening moan and saying how nice everything felt was testing me to my limits. She was in Heaven saying, “I had forgotten how nice your hands felt on my sensitive skin. It seems you’ve added a few extra moves with those hands of yours. I feel so relaxed. I’ll be sure to tell the other girls in the office how great you are. Who knows! Maybe I can drum up some more business for you. Thanks, Pete.” As promised, she told the other girls at the office.
I was almost glad that session was over. As much as it tortured my mind while rubbing her soft skin, her back, her arms, her legs and especially her front, I managed to keep a totally professional attitude through the entire massage. Whew! My dick was throbbing the whole time. I’m glad Ellen never noticed. It was tough enough to get clients; scaring them away with a throbbing boner was not going to keep them returning.
Word did get around quickly, and my weekends were filled with both single and married women coming to me for a piece of Heaven.