[Mrmcbizzness]

Hi there everyone,
Long time lurker here. Love reading the stories here but I just had the revelation, ‘Hey I got stories too!’ And with Covid, I got a lil time to write. This might be a little long for some. But I feel the back story is necessary. For those that wanna jump right into the action, scroll down to the part that reads: OKAY HERE’S THE GOOD PART.

So here goes...

I’m a blk male licensed MT in my 30s. In pretty decent shape. 12-15% body fat. 5 10. Been practicing over 10 years. Early in and a long time ago in my massage career, I worked at a very popular massage chain that will remain nameless. I get this client named Karen (Maybe that’s her name, maybe not. Doesn’t matter.) She is a blonde white woman 15 years older than me. She had maybe a few extra pounds but they made for some nice thighs. Overall she was in great shape, maybe 5 6, 36C. She also had these beautiful blue eyes. Oh yeah, she’s also married. No little ones.

I work on her that session. I was professional and that was that. I didn’t think anything of it. The first few times she visited the spa, she wasn’t too particular with the therapist she got and never made a request for anyone specific. Over the next few months, I got her a few times just out of coincidence. I didn’t even recognize her name when I saw it on the schedule the first few times but then I’d see her in person and remember those eyes. After a few sessions, she began requesting me solely.

By now a year had passed and I’d see her once a month or so. I’d always like to see her name on the schedule because she was a super easy client, very nice, and so easy on the eyes. Karen was not ashamed of her body. She’d always remove everything for the treatment so I’d always get to see that sexy tramp stamp just a lil bit over her ass. She and her husband Rob never took massages together. It was always separate. I’d always try to say hello to him whenever we would cross paths but for some reason he’d always ignore me or look away. I never did understand that.

For that year, I never crossed any lines with her. It was always professional. However I can’t say I never got hard touching her or gave her a little extra sensual touch when grazing the back of a gastroc (calf muscle) or when doing a face massage. I swear at the end of one session she looked me in the eyes and if eyes could talk, hers were saying:’If you only knew what I’d do to you.” Little did she know I was thinking: “If you only knew I’d let you.”

A few more months go by and I had just come back from out of town to take a continuing education course. It was an intensive Thai massage course. To avoid going off on a tangent, at its basic element Thai massage is various stretches performed on the client with clothes on. However at the chain I worked at, most massages were western in nature, meaning clothes off. I was trying to work on integrating the two modalities. Karen just happened to be my first client after returning. I usually keep the door open during my consultations when discussing the goals of the session. This way a client doesn’t feel trapped with me. For some reason today, she closed the door. I explained to her that I just came back from this course, explaining what it was and if she was interested in integrating it into our session. She was. So I’m mixing this Swedish and Thai massage on this beautiful woman. Everything is going great when I have her sit up on the table with the sheet covering her front so she isn’t exposed. I sit on the table behind her with my legs straight and feet pressing into the small of her back. Now I have her lean back into me as I guide and support her head with my hands. This is a low back stretch. As she leans back, I discover the sheet covering her front fell off and she’s falling back into my lap supported by my hands with her breasts exposed. This great session just became wow. They were beautiful- small areoles and nipples. No sag. I have her sit up again, repeat, and do the move a few more times before moving on. As the session wrapped up, I say: ‘I feel like I really got to KNOW you today,’ to which she laughs heartily. She has a great smile. Something else to mention is that all during this time she’d come to see me, we hardly spoke to one another. Other than hi, what do you want to work on, we’re done, and see you next time when handing her a cup of water upon exit, that was it. There was hardly any conversation during the session. Just the spa music playing through the speakers.

This continued on over the next 3 months with me finding more reasons to get her topless and stretch her and she went along every time with no objection. As if I didn’t have reason enough to enjoy seeing her, this made it all the better.



OKAY HERE’S THE GOOD PART:
One day in April (4:20), I came into work having enjoyed the holiday earlier in the day. I was surprised to see her name on the schedule because it wasn’t there the day before. For whatever reason, I say to myself: ‘I’m gonna make a move.’ She wasn’t my first client of the day but I couldn’t wait to see her. Eventually the time came. She arrives. I go to the reception area to receive her. I can’t explain it, but you could just tell something was gonna go down. Nothing unusual in the pre- massage talk and the session finally begins. The first half, she lays face down. That was the actual massage part.

It was time to turn face up. She does so and I begin working on her face and scalp then working my way down to the upper chest area. Not touching anything yet. Then I make the move. I uncover the sheet, exposing her breasts then begin rubbing and massaging them. She says nothing. I move down to her stomach then over to her right side where I massage that arm. By this time, I’m sitting on a stool next to her, massaging her right arm as my mouth slowly approaches her right nipple. I begin to lightly lick it. Still quiet. Then I start to suck it. Finally her mouth opens and a slight gasp is let loose. That’s as much noise as she’s made. I go up to kiss her and her tongue meets mine. She stops briefly. Smiling and in an excited tone expresses: ‘THIS IS SOOOO BAAAADDDDD!!!’ Then she asks me if I’ve ever done anything like this before. I told her no. (Not exactly true, but I’m no fool. There’s only one answer at a time like this.) We embrace again, lips meeting, mouths opening, and continue kissing for a few more minutes. I move on with the massage working on her legs, briefly stopping to lick her a few times then moving over to her other side. Her vagina is beautiful. It’s shaved completely with small lips. She tastes wonderful. Peach nectar. On her left side now, I’m partially sitting on the table giving attention to her left breast while she readily accepts my finger to suck. Instinctually and simultaneously between us, I stand up while she turns on her side facing me.

I’m rock hard and I take it out. Without hesitation, she begins sucking me. Imagine this beautiful forbidden woman who I’ve admired for over a year in this intimate environment never thinking anything like this would happen is now masterfully sucking me. Really, REALLY well. I can’t believe this is happening. Her pace, her tongue, the warmth from her mouth, her looking up at me making eye contact- she knew what she was doing.

Because I was away for that course and other reasons, I hadn’t relieved myself in about 3 weeks. And she was getting me close to that point. Not wanting to give her so much of what I knew I had built up, I whispered: ‘I don’t wanna come.’ She keeps going. I say it again. She stops to say: ‘I didn’t hear you.’ I repeat myself. Instead of stopping, she sucks it with more gusto and oompf. ‘I’m cumming,’ I say again, ‘It’s gonna be a lot,’ I warn. She doesn’t stop. I release. It is a lot. This orgasm is intense. Otherworldly. Momentarily blinded, knees buckling, toes and fists clenched and an O face I’m sure looked like I was a mentally challenged gorilla. I think it was made more intense because of how quiet I had to be in that environment. As I begin to catch my breath, I look down at her. She looks back opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out to show me it is bare. We passionately kiss again. I fix my pants then excuse myself from the room while she gets dressed. I meet her when she comes out. ‘How’d you like it?’ I ask. ‘Great as usual,’ she answers. ‘See you next time.’ ‘OK!’. That was the beginning of a 3 year tryst with Karen. We eventually fucked there in that spa. Almost every room. We fucked at her place. We fucked at my place. We fucked in her car, my car. In hotels and even out of town a few states away. It’s been a while since I’ve seen her but we still say hey to one another over 10 years since this first happened. There are other stories to tell but I’m not sure I can tell them as well because this first time was so memorable for each of us. She later told me she almost crashed her car thinking about it the next day while driving. Everything else following this is more like things we did and how we tried to expand upon it. But to summarize, it was porn star sex. She by far was/is the most open minded woman I’ve ever been with. If you have questions, I’ll try to answer. Otherwise, thanks for reading.