[Mrmcbizzness]

The last client I had a fling with at this franchise was a woman named Eileen. Eileen was coming in for her introductory session. I just happened to be assigned to her. Lucky me! She was a good looking blonde. Mid to high 30s. She had on an overly large blue sweatshirt and pants so I couldn’t make out her figure. But I noticed the wedding band. What is it about married blondes? The standard setup of a massage room would include at the very least: a table, a stool, and a chair. I say that because I usually sit on the stool and the client in the chair when going through the consultation portion of the session- in other words, what are the problems? What do you want to work on? Instead of the chair, Eileen sat on the table towering over me but leaning down towards me as I sat on my stool. This was a little unusual but whatever. She smiled at me a lot but I didn’t think anything of that either because you tend to meet a lot of nice people in this profession. She just wanted to relax and loosen up the shoulders a bit. Ok no problem.

From the onset of this massage starting face down, this woman was moaning. I didn’t take it as sexual. Some people are moaners. However by uncovering her back, I realized she had a nice body. She wasn’t model skinny nor would anyone consider her fat. She had a certain type of thickness that I found attractive. Later I’d find out she had some large breasts. Easily D if not DD. Her skin was lotiony soft and gave off a certain heat. After working on enough bodies, you begin to feel the chemistry between yourself and the people you work on. There was a certain ‘fire’ between us. Her moans would get a little louder and last a bit longer. As I recall this, I remember she had on underwear. They were a white French cut thong def not granny panties. As I’m working on her, I’m not thinking for a bit anything was going to go down but then...

It’s time to turn face up. She turns over and lays in what I can only describe as a wanton posture. She’s laying down. Legs are in a yoga tree pose with her bent leg open widely and her arms above her head. Looking at her through this single sheet cements how nice her body is. She thick but it’s a good thick. I fix her legs so they are straight & parallel so I can work on her feet. Massaging her feet turned out to be more sensual than I intended and that’s when I started to get hard. I move on to her legs moving my hands high up the leg but never close to violating. She’s got on underwear after all. But she’s moaning and squirming on the table. I work on her hand then she starts to rub my hand!
I can see shes pretending to be asleep but peaking at me. I move over to the other side and other hand and the same thing- she’s rubbing my hand as I rub hers. Now she’s smiling at me. But I also haven’t forgotten the ring on her finger. And it’s just our first meeting.

I’m about 5 minutes away from wrapping this session up as I begin work on her scalp. 30 seconds later, she grabs my hands and forcefully places them on her breasts. That’s when I learned how big they were. I said, ‘I can get in trouble for this.’ ‘I can get divorced for this.’ she replies. I guess the dual admission of guilt is what got me because I was trying to fight it the whole time. I get up and turn to face her. My hands not missing a beat rubbing her soft large chest. Still rubbing them I ask, ‘What do you want me to do?’ She replies, ‘What ever you want.’ Immediately, mouth to nipple. They were getting hard in my mouth as I flicked and sucked on them. She begins to moan then tenderly caresses my head. Her face looks like she’s about to cry but it’s more a look of being very turned on. She’s gyrating on the table. I stop the action just briefly to take it out right in front of her face. She only sucked the head for a brief second while jerking it then successfully transitioned to jerking it only.

Something I don’t remember too well is when I began to finger her. Was it before I whipped out my dick or after? I worked my way down her stomach and beneath the elastic of her underwear and began rubbing her clit. I didn’t stay there long, before moving my fingers lower and massaging her hole. She came pretty quickly. Maybe in a minute. She said, ‘OMG, you made me cum so quick. That never happens.’ From my vantage, it wasn’t an intense orgasm but you could tell she felt relieved. Some where in between all of that I climbed on top of her and we made out in a missionary position even though I kept my pants on. Knowing me, I was probably still humping her though.

I definitely went over the allotted time and had to fix myself quickly and leave the room. This whole time now I’m thinking to myself wtf just happened? This thought persists for the next 5 minutes until I meet her when she comes out of the room in that deceptive sweatsuit. Holding a cup of water and a quizzical look on my face. ‘How was it?’ ‘Amazing!’ She had a look of satisfaction, relief, and maybe a smirk of naughty. ‘Thanks!’ ‘Have a nice day.’ ‘You too.’

She ended up signing up for a membership. My next client ended up rescheduling so I had a break. I visit the rest room to rub one out then go to the local Wendy’s and eat a small chili. That may have been the most delicious chili I’ve ever eaten. Unfortunately I would never see her again. I had already planned to leave that job a few weeks later to go back to school in the fall. But every so often I wonder what if there was a second time...?