Jane and the Heavenly Massage

"That's the second time you've brought that up, how do you know I'm a runner?" Jane asked, reminded of earlier in their conversation.

Marcus chuckled a little, "Sorry, it's an island. I saw you running this morning." His hands stopped momentarily, resting on her thighs. "If I'm to be completely honest, I was working on the beach setting up the chairs this morning when you ran by. My co-worker told me you had this appointment block and I volunteered for it. Hopefully that doesn't sound ridiculous or unprofessional; it's just nice to work with a nice woman with a good figure. A lot of our clients have...less than enticing figures." He continued with a pulsing movement on her thighs.

Jane returned his light laugh but didn't say anything in return. Her cheeks flushed again, but not from embarrassment this time. It's always nice to be noticed, and Marcus went out of his way to act on his observations by requesting her as a client. Maybe she should have been at least a little alarmed, but Marcus was a nice guy and very professional. She felt warmed by the act.

"Like I was saying, you have great definition in your hips and legs. Keep up the good work." Her silence had thrown him off.

"Thank you, I do enjoy running." He switched his movements on her thighs and hips and continued with his original fervor. She could tell he was put at ease knowing that she wasn't upset at his hand picking her patronage. He finished up on her thighs and clasped his hands together.

"For the final part of the backside massage, we normally remove all the towels but we can skip that part if you like." Jane was...flattered. She knew she should say no, even be indignant at the proposition, but she wasn't. Marcus had done nothing truly unprofessional throughout the massage when he had her naked on his table and realistically could have had his way with her. Her mind flashed to her husband and his last attempt at setting up a massage for her. She knew what he would say if she asked his opinion.

Before thinking too hard about it she calmly stated, "That's fine. Thank you for asking." She braced herself for the pang of regret over the decision as the towels came off her body. Everything she'd ever learned about propriety told her she should be ashamed or embarrassed to be naked in front of a man who wasn't her husband. Especially since he had shown some form of interest, professional or otherwise, in her. However, the pang never came and she allowed herself to enjoy it.

Marcus applied more oil to her back and stood at her head, working his hands down from her shoulders to her thighs and back. He kneaded her all over, pausing to apply pressure on the small of her back with the heels of his hands. On the way back towards her shoulders, he used his fingers to get deep pressure on her sides and his thumbs along her spine. He ran through this whole set of movements three times, each time pausing longer on her butt, cupping and kneading her cheeks.

Completing that portion, he moved to the foot of the table and began massaging Jane's feet. She had to wonder what kind of view she was offering him. She was nude but her thighs were still together and she halfway hoped that was offering her some degree of modesty. The other half found some form of thrill to all of this. She was surprised at that side and trying to fight it down in her head. There wasn't much time for that as he quickly moved up to her calves then to her thighs. He placed both hands on her right thigh, enveloping it and pushing slowly forward from her knee. At the height of the movement, his hands were just a hair's breadth from touching her labia. She breathed sharply in anticipation as he approached but his hands turned away at just the right moment and she exhaled. He repeated the motion then did the same to her opposite leg before moving on to a similar motion as earlier where his hands ended on the outside of her hips. He pressed deeply then, slightly lifting her hips off the table as he massaged them. When he did this, she realized that her legs had come apart some and she was now offering him a full view. The thrilled half won and she smiled knowing he could see her.

Marcus grabbed the towel and held it up as he had earlier, covering his face and imploring her to turn over. She did and he covered her with the towel. He then crossed the room and grabbed a smaller towel and pillow from the warming rack on the wall. He covered the hole with the pillow, allowing her to rest her head and covered her eyes with the warm towel.

"You still doing okay, Jane?"

She couldn't help but purr a little when she responded, the experience was very stimulating. "I'm doing great, thank you. You are very thorough."

Thanking her for her compliment, he stood behind her head and massaged her face, causing her to smile. "Ah, now I see for sure you're doing well. It's hard sometimes to judge how my clients are feeling during the massages. I have to thank you for being so easy to converse with. It's honestly a little awkward for me when people are silent on the table." Folding the towel down to expose her shoulders, he worked there and the outside of her arms.

"You're the true conversationalist here, so thank you." She replied. With that, he moved to the foot of the table again and massaged her feet one at a time. Jane loved having her feet massaged. John was often willing to massage her back or shoulders but he had an aversion to feet. He would do it, but getting him to touch her feet was always a production.

He rolled the towel up so that it rested on her thighs as he worked on her legs. Much in the same fashion as earlier, he enveloped her thighs and massaged them one at a time, reaching all the way under the towel. As he did this, she felt the towel shift up her legs but he made no move to replace it when he switched legs. At first, he went deep under the towel but not so close to her hips as before. On the second leg, he went up further the first time up her leg and brushed her labia slightly. It seemed inadvertent but Jane still flinched a little when he did so. "Relax," he whispered, and she did so. He brushed her again when he went up a second time. This time, decisively so. Jane did not flinch.

Marcus straightened the towel on her thighs as he asked, "Everything good?"

Jane responded with a slight nod of her head and a muttered affirmative. Marcus moved to the side and began massaging her arms again. As he did so, his white cloth pants brushed against the back of her hands. As he completed her arms and turned to go, she could swear she felt his crotch on her hand if only for a slight moment. He was definitely enjoying the massage. Jane was beginning to like this aspect of it all, turning this man on as he performed his duties. It was illicit and lascivious and altogether exciting.

While she was busy with these thoughts, Marcus moved back to his favored side of the table and traced his hands down the sides of her neck to the tops of her shoulders and down to where the top of the towel was folded. He paused there a moment, pinching the towel between his fingers and waiting as if about to ask permission as before. But he didn't ask this time. He took the initiative, and folded the towel down so that it sat in a neat rectangle covering only her pubic region to the middle of her thighs. She smiled so he wouldn't have to ask if she was doing alright. He was very polite in that way, never taking or giving anything without first making sure the situation was clear and the option was on the table.

Marcus continued silently. Oil came next, and he dripped it liberally over her centerline from clavicle to the edge of the towel and began working it in at the bottom. He didn't spread it all out at once as he had done earlier, instead focusing first on her hips and stomach up to a couple inches below her breasts. He continued working as he asked instead, "Some clients like to have their breasts included and others prefer not. Which would you prefer?"

Jane now realized he was going all in. She was certainly turned on at this point, who wouldn't be after getting a great massage from a handsome man? The slight touches were one thing, but she wasn't sure she was ready for a man other than her husband to touch her in that manner. Again her thoughts went to him and his counsel was apparent to her.

"Please do."

"Thank you." He replied softly and started working his way up her tummy toward her firm tits.

"Me? I'm the one getting this great massage. What are you thanking me for?" Jane exclaimed.

"It truly is a pleasure to massage a woman as beautiful as you."

'This guy is just too smooth,' Jane thought to herself as his hands made their way toward her breasts. They came just below her breasts, web of his palms outlining their shape and he worked his way around them. He massaged both sides simultaneously, coming up around the sides and into her armpits then up to her chest before coming back around a few more times. Finally, they halted at the top, and then made their way straight down, cupping her breasts fully. They kneaded softly then firmly, he knew just the right touch to apply and when. Her nipples tempered under his strong hands. A dull electric sensation worked through her body as he caressed her tender flesh. Soon he was done and moved back down her stomach. Involuntarily, she tensed at his absence and turned her head to the side. He sensed her vexation and came back slowly to pinch and roll her hard nipples between his fingers. Sharp electricity coursed through her nervous system when he pulled on them. Her head snapped back center and her mouth opened in a soundless cry of pleasure.

He stopped then and removed the towel from her hips completely. At this point, she shouldn't have been surprised at the act but she still was. Delightfully so. She smiled as he folded the towel and set it aside. Her inability to see due to the second towel still covering her eyes only heightened the intensity of the experience. The cool air of the room caressed her now wet labia and she felt electricity in them. He came back from wherever he placed the towel and poured more oil on her lower stomach and pubic area. Similar to the way he treated her breasts, he didn't dive in straight away but massaged around her pelvis for some time, working the oil into the last pieces of skin on her body untouched by his hands.

"Almost done." He said

"Please, take your time. I'm in no rush -- vacation, remember?"

So he stopped his approach and moved to the foot of the table with a laugh. He started on her feet again but didn't spend much time before picking her leg up to stretch her hamstring as he massaged his way up her leg. Her foot was on his chest and knee bent. There was no subtlety this time as he reached the top where her legs met her tender lips. She held her breath as he neared the place and drew in sharply as electricity emanated from where his fingers lingered and massaged her wetness.

"Relax."

She managed to intimate a soft okay and sighed. His hands were lovely. He put her leg back down but this time planted her foot with her knee bent and leg angled outward and repeated the entire process on her opposite leg. She didn't flinch this time as he massaged her outer lips. As he finished and repositioned himself, her heart raced at how she was on display for him. His fingers took away her worries as they sparked her soft folds when they glided back to it. He stood next to her with one hand on her shoulder and one gently parting and exposing her entirely. She breathed deeply while he traced his fingers up and down her wet slit. She could feel her own juices dripping slowly down her ass cheeks and realized just how aroused she was. She wanted to feel his fingers inside her and he obliged, slowly pressing into her.

He pushed one finger in to the knuckle and held it there momentarily. His left hand slid down from her shoulder to her breast and began to caress it the same way he had earlier. Then he moved his hands in an expert cadence, quickly replacing one finger with two and massaging both of her breasts in turn. The electricity built in the pit of her stomach, surging when he pinched her nipple or rubbed the soft sponge of her g-spot. After a few short minutes, she was already approaching orgasm and her breathing became shallow. He removed his left hand from her breasts, tracing a finger down her center. Her back arched to maintain the contact as he slid down her frame. When he reached her mound of Venus, he pressed down and pressed up on her g-spot. Certainly the electricity was going to envelop her.

Then his hand continued on its journey down, quickly passing the last few inches to find her engorged clitoris. As his finger made contact, she let out a moan and sat up quickly, dropping the towel covering her eyes. She looked down and saw his hands touching her in a way that only she and her husband had ever touched her before. It was an astonishingly wonderful sight. He moved his hand to her shoulder and gently nudged her down. Her eyes closed as she lay back on the table, lost in the ecstasy of it all. His fingers quickly relocated to her clitoris and continued their efforts.

When he had moved to calm her back to the table, his hips moved against the edge of the table and his body now leaned against it. Her hand had moved outward as she lay down and the back of it now lay against his crotch as it had earlier. Jane didn't know what overtook her, but she flipped her hand outward and gripped his shaft through the soft cloth of the pants and gave it a light squeeze. She opened her eyes and looked toward him. He was focused on his task but she began to slowly stroke his length and he soon looked her direction. There was a genuine look of happy surprise at her actions. She smiled up at him and he smiled back. The electricity jumped from her stomach in that moment, shooting through her body and causing her to point her toes and buck as she came. Her inner muscles tightened in waves around his fingers and he remained still inside her until the episode passed her.

She came back down and lay there staring up at the ceiling and panting. Every orgasm was different and this one was one of the greats. He left her there and grabbed a new towel from the warmer. He came back and lowered her legs one by one. Then he covered her with the towel. He came to the top of the table and kissed her forehead.

"It truly was a pleasure, thank you again," he said before turning and walking out the employee door at the back of the room. Jane heard him tell the desk clerk that she was changing and would be out in a minute.

After a short stint of catching her breath, Jane jumped up from the table and quickly dressed in her pink tank top and blue shorts. She walked out of the room and down the hall where the receptionist sat at the desk.

"Did you enjoy your massage?"

"I did very much, thank you. Umm... does Marcus have a card?" she asked nervously, not sure if the receptionist knew exactly why she was asking. Not sure if Marcus gave the same treatment to all of his clients. The clerk looked around behind the desk momentarily before producing a card from the drawer and handing it to her. Jane thanked her and read the card as she turned and headed out the door. The card had his name, Marcus West, his credentials, and a cell phone number. She placed it in her pocket.

Jane came walked briskly back from the spa to her room. Her body was still slick with oil and she could feel the wetness of her sex between her legs. John was in the room sitting on the couch waiting for her. He stood as the door opened.

"I was thinking we could try dinner at-" he was cut off by her lips meeting his and she pushed him into the corner between the sliding glass door and the couch. She reached over and opened the door, shoving him outside. She kissed and bit his neck as she backed him up against the low wall of the balcony.

"What's gotten into you?" John wondered cheerfully as she knelt before him and pulled on his shorts. They had only arrived yesterday but she had already laid the ground rules that there would be no sex on the balcony outside. He was rather dismayed because the balcony was private with nothing but sound to give away their acts and they could look out on beautiful view of the lagoon, beach, and ocean while they enjoyed each other's lust. Yet here she was, on her knees less than 24 hours after her establishment of the rules, kissing his legs and fondling his balls. She didn't answer for a moment as she pulled her breasts out of the swimsuit and tank top and placed one of his hands on them.

"The massage was great, hun."

"This great? Tell me about it."

Jane started in on the story, describing the spa and how she was surprised when a man walked through the door instead of a woman.

"No surprise to me." John remarked with a twinkle in his eye. She looked up and caught it before returning to her kisses and story with a smile. She described the atmosphere and Marcus and started in on the story going into great detail. She told him how the massage felt and how she felt during it. Going through step by step, she watched as he started to harden hearing her story. She noticed the details about Marcus didn't manifest physically as much as her feelings and reactions. She stopped the story just before Marcus touched her clitoris and took John into her mouth. Sucking vigorously, she amplified the motions with her hand riding his shaft after her mouth and her other still massaged his balls.

"And when he pulled back my hood to touch my wet clit, I gasped and sat up," she said while she took a break and stroked him. "He nudged me back down to the table and I just basked in his handiwork. Very skilled hands." The rest of the story came in between mouthfuls. She told him about stroking Marcus's shaft, sharing a smile with him, having an electric orgasm, and finally recounting how the exit went and grabbing Marcus' card. Continuing to give an enthusiastic blowjob, she looked up at her husband, not fearing judgment but a little nervous that he would be disappointed with her. He smiled at her and caressed her cheek with his hand.

"Sounds like you had an awesome time. I'm glad you really enjoyed your massage. I told you professionals do it better than me." He looked into her eyes as he said it and, even occupied as she was, she knew he gave his true opinion and felt reassured. She broke eye contact and focused in on her work. He leaned back and played with her breasts with both hands.

After a few minutes, she pulled her mouth off him and stroked his wet shaft with one hand. "Fuck me please?" She asked, and then repeated as a statement as she stood and began to tear her shorts off. "Please fuck me." She kept repeating it as the familiar warmth of sex with her husband grew in the pit of her stomach, altogether different than the electricity that resided there earlier. As he put her hands on the railing and bent her over, teasing her opening with his hardness, she reflected on the difference in the feelings. Neither was better than the other. She wanted one because it was exciting and the other because it was loving and comforting. One would be overwhelming if felt too often and the other was always welcome, even needed.

Jane gave another urging and John pushed into her tight, wet hole. Their bodies slapped together and joined the songs of the black finches in the trees overhead. Moans filled the empty space between the two. Warmth grew inside Jane as they joined together watching the sun set over the ocean.