Unusual Massage

Book:Wild Epic Sexcapades Published:2024-6-2

A new client was coming to Brandon massage center, recommended by an old client who knew how good his work could be. He have got butterflies in his stomach. He always do when he was anticipating a new client, especially one specifically requesting a Total Massage.
He have been doing body work for over 20 years. He use an amalgamation of Swedish, Neuromuscular, Thai, Chiropractic, and basic instinct in his work. For him, the body is a canvas and he paint well-being all over it. The rush of being able to touch someone with his hands and have them feel better for it transcends everything for him. What a gift.
The table is already arranged and set up, freshly laundered sheet over the mattress pad, a nice bolster for the legs. The scents of vanilla, sandalwood, and cinnamon waft in the air from the incense brazier. Differently colored soy candles are lit all around the room, creating a mellow, sensual ambiance with the incense.
Hearing a car pull up, he switched his special massage music. The wonderful sounds of Peter Kater on the piano accompanied by R. Carlos Nakai on the bone flute fills the room with gentleness and serenity.
Then he heard the knock on the door, hesitant, unsure. He open the door and saw Kelly. He struggled to control his face. She was exquisite. Long ringleted red hair hanging loosely to her waist, striking green eyes over a pert nose, slightly upturned. She was dressed simply, running shorts and a t-shirt. Her braless breasts appeared firm, upright, her nipples easily visible poking out from her t-shirt.
“Hello,” He greeted her, holding out his hand to take hers. “I’m Brandon. You must be Kelly.”
“Hello,” she replied, her eyes big, unblinking as she took him in. “Yes, I’m Kelly.”
“Please come in,” He said to her, stepping aside and letting her enter.
He watched her eyes as she quickly appraised the room, taking in everything at once. He saw her shoulders slightly relax; a good sign. She, too, was nervous, but the room’s ambiance relaxed her.
“May I get you something to drink?” He offered.
“Um, sure, okay,” she replied, looking a bit unsure of herself.
“Please, have a seat,” He said, indicating a sofa. “What would you like?” He asked.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she said with a laugh. “What are his choices?”
“Well, I got everything from tap water to bottled water to fruit juice to a full bar. I specialize in rum drinks and Margueritas. There’s also a beer.”
“Well, you sure are prepared,” she laughed, sitting back into the sofa. “So, you make a good Marguerita?” she asked, a twinkle in her eyes.
“So I told,” He replied, smiling. “Care to try one?”
“Sure, why not,” Kelly said, tossing her incredible hair.
“It’ll take me a couple of minutes,” He told her, opening cabinets and finding his ingredients. “Maybe you’d like to take this opportunity to change into this,” He said, handing her a big towel. “No clothes or jewelry, please.”
“Oh, sure,” she said, taking the towel from him. “Should I just change right here?” she asked, a bit uncertain.
“If you like,” He replied with a laugh as he filled the shaker with ice. “But you’re also very welcome to use the bathroom,” He said, indicating a door at the back of the room.
“Thanks,” Kelly said, a smile splitting her freckled face. “I’ll be right back.”
He added some Cuervo Gold Tequila, some Grand Marnier, a nice splash of Rose’s Lime Juice, then topped it off with some homemade sour mix that he always keep ready. Dipping the top of the glass in a small plate of water to wet the rim, he then twisted it into a container of Kosher sea salt, creating a nice salt rim on the glass. Then shaking the shaker as hard as he could, he shook the drink until his arms hurt, then removed the cap and carefully poured it into the glass, every drop just fitting with a nice head of foam at the top.
He headed the door open from the bathroom and turned with the drink in his hand, to see Kelly return to the room, the towel wrapped around her body, tucked into her generous cleavage. He noticed her feet, small delicate feet with very straight toes, her big toe and the next two almost the same length. The shape of a woman’s feet always tells him something about their body.
He handed her the drink, a smile on his face as her eyes lit up when she saw it.
“Oh, this is beautiful,” she said, putting the glass to her mouth.
He could see her tongue slide out to taste the salt rim, nice and pointed, then she was taking a big swallow from the glass.
“Oh, my god,” she said, swallowing, a film of the drink’s head on her upper lip. “This is one of the best Margheritas I’ve ever had,” she said, taking another gulp. “This is so good!”
“Why, thank you,” He said with a smile. “I’m glad you like it. Would you care for a cigarette?” He asked, holding up a joint, having been apprised of her indulgence by Denise.
“Oh, god, that would be great,” she said. “It’s been a while.”
“Well, you want to be careful then,” He warned. “It’s really good stuff and that’s a strong drink you’ve got there.”
“That’s okay,” she said. “I am out of contact for the afternoon to pamper myself,” she informed him. “Bella says you’re absolutely trustworthy, that I can safely put myself in your hands.”
“Well, that’s sure nice of her, and it’s also true. This is your time and everything will be tailored to your wants and needs,” He told her. “You set the limits.”
“That sounds wonderful,” she said, taking the joint from him and drawing a long hit into her lungs. “Oh, god, that tastes so good,” she said after slowly exhaling a huge amount of smoke. “I can feel my head spin already.”
“Would you like to get started?” He asked, taking a hit from the joint.
“Mmmm, sure,” Kelly replied, taking another big swallow from her drink. “This is so good, I just can’t stop,” she said with a laugh.
“Could you please tie your hair up on top of your head?” He asked, handing her a hair tie. “It will be in the way otherwise.”
“Oh, sure,” she said, taking the hair tie and putting her drink down.
Reaching up and gathering her hair, Kelly began to tie it on top of her head. As she twisted the hair tie around her hair, the towel loosened just enough to slip from her body, revealing her beautiful breasts, freckled, hard pointed nipples sticking out dark cherry-red from the ends. She finished with her hair and caught the towel where it had become trapped between her thighs and the massage table. He could see just a glimpse of bright red hair before she once again covered herself.
“I guess you think that’s silly,” she said, “covering myself. I mean, you see bodies all the time, don’t you?”
“That’s true, my work is bodies,” He agreed, “but that doesn’t mean you can’t have a sense of privacy about yours, does it?”
“No, I guess not,” She agreed as he passed her the joint once again and she took another deep hit.
“Why don’t you get on the table, your face here in this face cradle,” He suggested.
“Yes, let’s get started,” she said, taking one more big swallow from her drink and climbing up onto the table, laying on her stomach.
He tried to rearrange the towel but Kelly had lain on it, trapping it beneath her body. Gently pulling on it, she lifted up to allow him to pull it free of her body, turning it to cover her length-wise.
“Do you have any particular problems or limitations you’d like me to be aware of?” He asked, sliding the towel down to the crack of her ass, exposing her back, also lightly freckled, completely clear of any blemishes.
“I’m just really tense,” Kelly replied. “I need to relax, really relax.”
“Okay, that should be no problem,” He told her. “Anything you’d like me to avoid?” He asked.
“I’d prefer not to have any unnecessary pain,” she replied.
“Well, I have very strong hands,” He informed her as he took some Biotone creme into his hands and began warming it by rubbing his hands together briskly. “So you tell me if the pressure is not to your liking or if anything I do is not to your liking,” He said, slowly and gently letting his hands come to rest on her back, feeling the heat from her skin on his hands as he slowly slid his hands up to her neck, then back down, spreading the cream all over her back.