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18/05/2007
I will preface this by saying I done massage most of my life and I have met and gotten close to a lot of fine people, some where a little more open minded than others. When one of my clients asked me to help with a favor for a friend, I was glad to help out. This guy’s best friend wanted to do something daring, special and erotic for his wife for their anniversary. He brought the friend to me to talk about options.
The scenario we worked out was one I have used with other couples for special occasions. They had been high school sweethearts and she had never been with anyone else, been seen by anyone else, or done much of anything even with him except very straightforward sex. He thought she would chicken out we went on with it anyway.
The night of their anniversary I had a room close to theirs in a local Hotel. He bought her a very hot, shear short dress with very little covering her underneath. She was 24 built like a little cheerleader. After a romantic dinner, several glasses of wine and dancing, they headed back to their room. On the elevator he told her he had a special surprise for her, not be nervous, say “Red-light, if anything got to intense and with that he blindfolded her. When they got off the elevator they came to my room instead of theirs. The room was almost completely black in case she could peek through the blindfold. I didn’t speak and neither did he when he brought her in. He told her, “everything was OK, and to just enjoy herself. This time was just for her.”
I came up behind her, put my hands on her shoulders, ran them down her side and her hips to the hem of her dress. She kept whispering “Oh my God, Oh my God,” and calling “Scott,” to reassure her he was there. He would say is OK Sweetheart, relax and enjoy yourself.” The dress came off over her head in one quick move. As her hands went up in reflex to cover her chest, her G-string came off likewise in one quick motion. Before she could react, I swept her up, cradled her in my arms and laid her on the massage table on her side then slowly to her stomach.
My massage is a very slow, firm repetitive European style, long strokes down the back to the ass, detailed work on the arms and hands, long firm repetitive time on her buttocks, her thighs, high up between her legs. She very quickly began repeating I can’t believe this and again calling Scott’s name to be sure he was there and OK with what was going on.
When the time came I lifted her slowly and turned her on her back. The massage continued in to a second hour and she began to tell him how much she was enjoying and how erotic she felt. Always she was asking if he was sure he was OK with this and “I can’t believe I am doing this.” She didn’t flinch as her breasts were massaged or extra attention was given to rock hard nipples. That pattern continued as she allowed her legs to be parted and the massage to become very intimate. When she began to move and writhe with the touch I encouraged Scott to help. With four hands on her and in her she went nuts.
Eventually, I backed off and was about to leave when Scott shook his head and climbed on the table. He rolled over pulled her on top. As she began to enjoy him she quietly asked if I was still there. I said “yes,” and she giggled. When it was apparent they had both enjoyed themselves. I snuck out and left them to enjoy their anniversary. Scott told me later He took her blindfold off just after I left. In the morning she apparently shocked him by running across the Hotel hallway with her clothes in her hands in front of her. I got the table from the doorman later that day as we had arranged.
I am not sure who enjoyed that massage more. Shelly, Scott or me.
The scenario we worked out was one I have used with other couples for special occasions. They had been high school sweethearts and she had never been with anyone else, been seen by anyone else, or done much of anything even with him except very straightforward sex. He thought she would chicken out we went on with it anyway.
The night of their anniversary I had a room close to theirs in a local Hotel. He bought her a very hot, shear short dress with very little covering her underneath. She was 24 built like a little cheerleader. After a romantic dinner, several glasses of wine and dancing, they headed back to their room. On the elevator he told her he had a special surprise for her, not be nervous, say “Red-light, if anything got to intense and with that he blindfolded her. When they got off the elevator they came to my room instead of theirs. The room was almost completely black in case she could peek through the blindfold. I didn’t speak and neither did he when he brought her in. He told her, “everything was OK, and to just enjoy herself. This time was just for her.”
I came up behind her, put my hands on her shoulders, ran them down her side and her hips to the hem of her dress. She kept whispering “Oh my God, Oh my God,” and calling “Scott,” to reassure her he was there. He would say is OK Sweetheart, relax and enjoy yourself.” The dress came off over her head in one quick move. As her hands went up in reflex to cover her chest, her G-string came off likewise in one quick motion. Before she could react, I swept her up, cradled her in my arms and laid her on the massage table on her side then slowly to her stomach.
My massage is a very slow, firm repetitive European style, long strokes down the back to the ass, detailed work on the arms and hands, long firm repetitive time on her buttocks, her thighs, high up between her legs. She very quickly began repeating I can’t believe this and again calling Scott’s name to be sure he was there and OK with what was going on.
When the time came I lifted her slowly and turned her on her back. The massage continued in to a second hour and she began to tell him how much she was enjoying and how erotic she felt. Always she was asking if he was sure he was OK with this and “I can’t believe I am doing this.” She didn’t flinch as her breasts were massaged or extra attention was given to rock hard nipples. That pattern continued as she allowed her legs to be parted and the massage to become very intimate. When she began to move and writhe with the touch I encouraged Scott to help. With four hands on her and in her she went nuts.
Eventually, I backed off and was about to leave when Scott shook his head and climbed on the table. He rolled over pulled her on top. As she began to enjoy him she quietly asked if I was still there. I said “yes,” and she giggled. When it was apparent they had both enjoyed themselves. I snuck out and left them to enjoy their anniversary. Scott told me later He took her blindfold off just after I left. In the morning she apparently shocked him by running across the Hotel hallway with her clothes in her hands in front of her. I got the table from the doorman later that day as we had arranged.
I am not sure who enjoyed that massage more. Shelly, Scott or me.
Poster:
Chris
