Couples Massage Pt. 01

Jaime was hit with a relaxing aroma as he stepped into the lobby ahead of Sarah. The massage parlor was located in what had once been a craftsman house, but had been completely transformed inside. While the outside had given Jaime reservations at first, the inside calmed all of those fears. It was much more upscale than it appeared from the street with it's marble floors and sleek furniture.

A small brunette woman emerged from behind a curtain with a smile and a tray holding two glasses. She looked much too young to be the owner of the establishment, but spoke with the confidence of a proprietor.

"You must be Mr. and Mrs. Spencer, I have you marked down for a couple's massage?"

"That's right." Jaime affirmed. He turned to Sarah and smiled. One side of her lip curled up in an unconvincing half smile as she squeezed his hand in hers.

It had been a stressful couple of days. Six months after getting married, they had decided to pick up and move cross country to settle down and start fresh. What should have been an exciting new adventure had been derailed by a small cramped Uhaul with tires that probably hadn't been changed in years. At least the two that had popped on the journey hadn't been. A 15 hour drive turned into a 25 hour drive of no sleep and more fighting than Jaime and Sarah's relationship had seen in the previous 5 years combined.

Luckily, their new house was right next door to a non-descript "Couples Spa and Massage Parlor." The small sign swaying on the porch was the only way to identify it was even a business, and Jaime had to pay over the phone as there was no website. Despite the potential sketchiness of booking a massage in an old house, the possibility had been like a ray of sunshine breaking through the dark stormy trip. Sarah eventually agreed it would be a great way to kick off their life in a new city.

"Fantastic, my name is Annabelle, and I'm here to help if you need anything. We have most of your information from when you made the appointment, but we will need you to fill out these final intake forms before we begin. If you have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask!"

Annabelle led Jaime and Sarah to a two seater couch off to the side, and handed Jaime and Sarah the glasses of what turned out to be lemon-cucumber water and a piece of paper each. She then disappeared behind the curtain she had come out of originally, leaving Jaime and Sarah alone.

Jaime read down the list of options you could mark off. What type of incense would you like in the room? What scented massage oil would you like used? What ambient soundtrack would you like played in the background? Nothing he really cared about. The only thing he had wanted to ensure was that he had a male masseuse. Moving all of that furniture and those boxes had left his legs incredibly stiff. He needed a strong hand to knead out the knots. Unfortunately, he didn't see an option to choose.

"Huh," he thought. "Must just depend on what staff is available."

What he was able to decide on was the area of focus. It had been painful just to sit down on the couch, so it didn't take much thought to write down legs/thighs. Jaime then turned to Sarah, who was staring intently at the sheet and checking boxes very decisively.

"Let's be cohesive. I don't really care about any of this stuff, so let me know what you are putting down and I'll do the same."

"Ok honey." Sarah said without looking up. Once she finished, she handed Jaime the sheet for him to copy. Lemongrass and lavender scent with an ocean beach soundtrack. Sounded good to him.

The relaxing ambience of the lobby was already calming to Jaime and Sarah, and they fell into quiet conversation. Jaime could already feel any resentment that had built up from their travel melting away. Annable returned and collected the papers before leading them to a door they hadn't noticed right next to the couch. They hadn't noticed it, because it was flush seamlessly with the wall, and there was no handle.

Annabelle pushed open the door and led them into their massage room. The lights were off and it took a second for Jaime's eyes to adjust. Even so, it was very dark and difficult to make out much. He could see that the room was much larger than he had expected. A giant oval with two tables in the middle. The soundtrack of the ocean waves was already playing, and Jaime smelled the lemongrass and lavender from a hidden diffuser somewhere. A man and a woman were standing next to the tables with their hands crossed behind their backs.

"Sarah, your masseuse today is Simon. And Jaime, you will be serviced by Hannah. Please remove your clothes to your level of comfort and place them behind that curtain." Annabelle pointed out a curtain that could barely be seen off to the side. "Then lie face down under the towel and Simon and Hannah will return to begin."

"Damn," Jaime thought. He would have been great to loosen my muscles. Simon was big, taller than Jaime with large arms and visible pecs. His dirty blonde hair was knotted in a bun behind his head, and his tight polo and shorts accentuated his muscles. But that thought went quickly out of his mind as Hannah walked by on her way out behind Annabelle.

She was about 5'4 with similar coloured hair that fell just between her shoulder blades. The first thing he noticed was her pretty face, cute nose and piercing green eyes that were bright even in the dark room. The second thing he noticed was her short pleated white skirt that looked just a touch unprofessional resting quite a few inches above the knee. It was loose, like a schoolgirls, so Jaime couldn't see the curve of her behind, but based on how toned her legs were, it was hard to imagine a tighter skirt wouldn't have shown an even tighter ass.

Tucked into the waistband of her skirt was an equally white much tighter polo that threatened to untuck against the strain of her breasts. Jaime guessed them to be on the larger side of C, and didn't think she would have been able to close any of the buttons based on the perkiness of her tits and the size of the shirt. She probably won't be so bad, Jaime thought.

The unbuttoned top showed a hint of cleavage that Jaime couldn't seem to pull his eyes away from. But when he did they went straight up to Hannah's, which pierced him like a dagger. He felt his cock stiffen slightly as she smiled knowingly and he looked guilty over to Sarah. Luckily she had her eyes trained on Simon, so she hadn't noticed any blushing, glances, or twitches that had come from Jaime.

Once the masseuses had left, Sarah walked towards the curtain and immediately started undressing. She first pulled her top over her head and then started unclasping her bra. Jaime stood entranced for a moment, which only made him feel guilty about oogling Hannah.

His wife was gorgeous. Long brown hair and a tight body with well-defined abs. Her tits weren't as large as Hannah's, but they were equally perky. And when she stopped halfway across the room and bent over to pull down her leggings Jaime couldn't help but admire her hairless pussy between her straight legs and under her tight ass. It was dark and hard to tell, but he thought he saw a sheen of wetness from her cunt.

When she slowly stood up and glanced over her shoulder with a giggle, Jaime's cock twitched again. He could tell she was a little turned on from being naked in a room outside of their home, and that in turn turned him on.

He quickly undressed as Sarah was getting on her table and noticed he was much harder than he had realized.

"Shit," he muttered to himself as he closed his eyes and took deep breaths in an attempt to soften his dick.

Sarah giggled again: "Did I do that?" she teased as she lay on her massage table with the towel folded and covering her ass from mid-thigh to the small of her back. She was leaned up on her forearms, and her tits were both pressed against the table and squeezed together between her elbows. She tucked her hair back behind her ears, but let one side fall back across her face.

When Jaime opened his eyes, any progress he had made was ruined when he saw Sarah's smirk through her hair and the cleavage she presented. His cock instantly rose again and he now had a full on erection.

Sarah laughed as he tossed his clothes behind the curtain and tried to situate himself on the table. His cock was tucked up against his abs and the table, and it took a second to find a position that was comfortable. Once he took a deep breath and looked straight down through the head-rest, his dick started to settle down. It actually got to a point where it actually felt good, like when you tuck a boner into your waistband.

He outstretched his arm in an attempt to grab Sarah's hand, but they were more than two arm lengths away. This seemed a little strange for a couples massage, the distance between them, but Jaime dismissed it as a better utilization of space in such a large room.

The door didn't make a sound when it opened, but the soft steps coming towards the tables could be heard. Jaime took another deep breath to try and meditate away his arousal. It wouldn't be good if Hannah were to find an erection under the towel when it was time to flip over. His meditation was cut like a warm knife through butter when he felt a soft hand gently lay on the small of his back, and Hannah whispered softly into his ear.

"I'm going to begin now Mr. Spencer. Do you still want me to focus on your legs?"

The warm breath on his ear gave him goosebumps and sent tingles from his neck to his cock. He adjusted slightly as he found his dick once again stiffening.

"Yes... please..." he muttered through focused breaths.

"Very well sir. I will start with your shoulders and back briefly before spending most of my time down on your...lower body."

She trailed her hand from the small of his back up over his shoulder blades as she slowly stepped around to his right shoulder. Jaime heard her squirt massaging oil into her hands and then push into his lat and down over his shoulder blade. He began to feel more relaxed and closed his eyes to enjoy the light but firm touch. He dozed briefly while Hannah massaged first his right, then his left shoulders and down his back.

When Hannah finished on either side, she stepped around the table so she was standing directly in front of Jaime's head. She placed both of her hands on his neck and began massaging the base where his shoulders began. Jaime opened his eyes to see Hannah's white slip on sneakers directly under his eyesite.

His eyes wandered up and he followed her toned legs all the way up to the hem of her skirt. His mind also wandered, and he began wondering what panties Hannah was wearing. As soon as that thought had entered his head, however, Hannah planted her hands on the back of his head and pushed it lightly back into the headrest.

"Please keep your head down sir." She whispered into his ear. He must have lifted his head slightly as his eyes had wandered.

"Sorry" he whispered. Without another word, Hannah slid her hands from Jaimes neck down either side of his spine. Jaime didn't fail to notice that when she got to the middle of his back, he could feel her breasts press against his upper back and neck. Through her shirt he could feel her hard nipples press against him. Was she wearing a bra?

She brought her hands up to his neck and then back down a little further each time. Jaime heard her exhale quietly as her breasts pushed against the tops of his shoulder blades even more. She definitely wasn't wearing a bra. And why were her nipples so hard? He felt them glide up his neck briefly as she stood back up straight. Jaime couldn't help but try and take a look to confirm. He attempted to raise, feigning getting more comfortable, but Hannah's hands held his head down again.

"Sir if you keep raising your head I'm going to have to restrain you." Hannah whispered breathely, lips as close to his ear they could be without touching. Jaime could tell she said that with a smile. That wasn't a threat, she was flirting!

"I can't seem to help myself," Jaime said. Where did that come from? Hannah giggled as she stood back up, and took a slight step forward. With the step forward she also spread her legs slightly past shoulder width. Her pelvis, and specifically her pussy, was now resting on the back of Jaime's head.

"This should work just fine," she whispered loud enough for him to hear while she pinched his ear softly. Jaime had a full on erection at this point and took another deep breath. This time not to relax, but to get a smell of her pussy. She smelled sweet like honey, even through her skirt and whatever underwear or lace she was wearing underneath. His cock ached against his abs as he kept getting harder.

Each time Hannah massaged down his back she rocked her hips, rubbing her pussy on Jaime's head. She went lower each time, and eventually had her fingertips lightly caressing the top of his ass at the edge of the towel. Her tits pushed hard against his shoulders, and Hannah quietly moaned each time she laid her chest fully against him. The moans went through her breasts to his cock and up to his head where he swore his head was vibrating enough to work Hannah's clit like a vibrator.

This loop of vibration felt like it lasted forever, but at the same time ended much too soon. Hannah took a step back and walked around the table down to his legs. She made sure she didn't lift her hand while it slowly glided all the way over his ass and down to his thighs. That's where her hand lay when she kneeled down and got her head down to Jaime's level. He turned his head and looked straight into her eyes which were less than a couple of inches away. He glanced down to see cleavage so deep and her nipples pushing out so prominently against the fabric of her polo that he could swear those were the upper edges of her areolas visible.

When he looked back up Hannah's beautiful smile was framed by her side bangs which had fallen out of the ponytail he hadn't seen her put up with a ribbon.

"I know you wanted me to focus on your legs, so I'll begin on your lower body now, but I don't want to take too much time before rolling you over. I believe there are other areas that are in much more need of my attention. Is that alright?"

Jaime had completely forgotten about his soreness, and couldn't think of anything more to say than "That's fine."

Hannah smiled again and winked as she stood back up and Jaime put his head back through the head rest. He heard the squirt of the oil again, and then felt the pressure of Hannah's hands just above the pits of his knees. She moved her hands firmly and broadly all the way up his hamstring to the bottom of his towel. It didn't take long until her hands were delving under the towel and unquestionably caressing his ass. His balls twitched as he let out a low moan. He heard another giggle from Hannah, as her hands began to move in a more elliptical motion. Up the hamstring and down his inner thigh.

On more than one occasion her fingertips lightly brushed his balls as they made the turn and worked their way back down. Goosebumps shot down his legs and Hannah took that as her cue to start using her nails to lightly scratch as she followed them down. This was Jaime's cocks cue to begin leaking a little precum. Jaime started grinding his hips and cock against the table as Hannah's fingers spent longer and longer under the towel.

When Hannah was finished with both legs she whispered in his ear again.

"Mr. Spencer, it's time for you to roll over now so I can finish you off."

Jaime froze. He was as hard as he ever had been and the head of his cock was probably glistening with precum...and he was about to turn over and show that to his masseuse. She wasn't going to shriek and kick him out was she? This wasn't all in his head was it? He ran through everything that had happened quickly but already knew Hannah hadn't done anything explicitly to warrant this. But she HAD rubbed her pussy against his head hadn't she? Maybe that was incidental contact that she hadn't even noticed? Same with the grazing of her fingers against his testicals. But she wasn't wearing a bra. Or was she? He hadn't actually seen anything. And oh fuck his wife was right next to him.

Jaime hadn't even thought of Sarah in God knows how long, and he was about to show her how fucking hard this small blonde with big tits (almost the opposite of his wife) had made him.

"Sir?" Hannah whispered, "are you awake?" He took a deep breath, gulped and rolled over with his eyes closed shut. He heard Hannah gasp and then let out a little giggle.

"Oh my," she said to herself and giggled again. Jaime painfully opened his eyes to see Hannah leaning straight legged with an elbow on the table and her eyes once again inches away from his.

"I'm glad you're enjoying your massage Mr. Spencer. I'll get back to work right away, we have quite a bit of work to do." She said with a smile and a playful look in her eye. She stood back up and Jaime noted that she DEFINITELY wasn't wearing a bra. Her polo had come untucked some time earlier and a sliver of skin between her skirt and shirt could be seen in the dark.

"Ok, so that definitely wasn't in my head," Jaime thought. He had been rolled over for about 10 seconds now, and Sarah hadn't said anything. He slowly turned his head with breath held deep in his lungs to look at his wife. He let out the breath in a huge sigh of relief when he saw his wife laying on her back with a hand towel draped over her eyes. She hadn't seen anything, thank God. Then Jaime noticed that Sarah's towel was exactly the same as his. Starting at the upper thigh just under her pussy and ending right at the bottom of her abs. That was all. Her tits were fully exposed and her upper chest looked to be flushed, even in the darkness. Jaime looked at Simon who was massaging Sarah's feet, professionally focused only on his work.

He didn't have time to give it much more thought than that, because Hannah walked up and knelt down blocking Jaime's view. She didn't come all the way down to his level, but instead stayed up on her knees so her tits were inches away from his eyes instead of her beautiful greens. Her dark nipples visible through her Polo were just as piercing though.

"Mr. Spencer, I'm going to cover your eyes with this towel now." Jaime nodded as he watched her tits rise and fall with her deep, measured breaths and then jiggle as she giggled again. He looked up at her and she winked as she laid the towel over his eyes.

Because he had seen Simon working on Sarah's feet, Jaime assumed Hannah would do the same, but instead he heard her soft steps move up beside his head. She began to rub his chest the same way she had done his back. She firmly pressed over his pecs down to his abs never missing the opportunity to graze his nipples. He felt the edge of her shirt brush his nose, and Jaime realized that if he didn't have the towel over his eyes he would see straight up her shirt.

Without a second thought he shook his head quickly but forcefully and the towel dropped off his eyes. It was only a fleeting glimpse, but he saw straight up her shirt and got an eyeful of underboob. Nipples hard and pressed against the fabric. Hannah gasped and pulled back, putting a hand to her chest.

"Mr. Spencer!" She said with false aggression. Like a teacher scolding a child that said something inappropriate but funny.

"Am I going to have to restrain you again?" She kneeled down and picked up the towel and placed it back over Jaime's eyes. Not before giving his cheek a playful slap and purposefully not tucking her shirt back in.

Hannah's hands went back down his chest and all the way down to the edge of the towel. If Jaime's cock had been in the same position as when he was on his stomach (pressed against his abs) Hannah's fingers would have brushed his head like they did his balls not 5 minutes earlier. But he was shooting straight up and tenting the towel enough to where the edge Hannah was fingering was barely touching his body. Jaime didn't wait longer than her first stretch to shake his head again and lose the towel.