Loosening Up Bk. 11 Ch. 26-30

The Tower Two Penthouse Suite was a large sprawling space with two bedrooms, each with a king-size bed. Dave and the luggage from his motorcycle were installed in one bedroom after his first thirty minutes there.

Dave stretched, felt many kinks, and decided on a massage. A call to the concierge promised fulfillment in the suite within a few minutes. Exactly ten minutes later, there was a knock on the door. He opened it to find a very hot looking blonde, dressed in white shoes, white slacks, and a white golf shirt, looking somewhat like a Navy plebe, and carrying a massage table slung with a broad strap over her shoulder. The table seemed almost as large as she was.

“Hi, I’m Trish Carpenter. I’m a licensed massage therapist. The concierge said you wanted one. Would you like the half-hour, hour, or ninety-minute massage?” As she talked, she walked into the suite and headed straight for the correct bedroom. Dave requested the hour-long massage.

He explained, “I rode my motorcycle from Salt Lake City here today. You can’t move around too much doing that, plus the vibrations from the road get to you after a while. I’m hoping you can restore me to being a whole person without the low-grade aches and pains.”

Trish beamed, “That’s my specialty. Now, you know the drill, I’m sure – strip and get on the table face down. I’ll get a modesty towel for you.” After a minute as she worked on opening up the table, she asked, “You here to gamble?”

“No. I have a sell-out concert to give on Saturday night at T-Mobile Arena.”

Trish squinted and took a closer look at him. “Country music, right?”

Dave laughed and nodded.

“I don’t get out much. Sorry I didn’t recognize you. I should know the name, but about the only singer’s I can remember were popular when I was thirteen.”

“It’s OK. If you’re interested more than casually, I can give you some free tickets.”

“I would like that. As I said, I don’t get out much. Massaging doesn’t pay real well. I’m sure a ticket to your concert would cost me a month’s earnings.”

Trish set up the table as Dave shed the last of his clothes. He watched her go into the bathroom and bring back the two large white fluffy terry cloth robes that the hotel provided for guests to use. She set those aside on an occasional chair. She passed him two of the towels she’d also brought out.

Trish went and drew the drapes on the window, dimmed the lights, set out an aromatic candle after checking to be sure he wasn’t allergic to something like that, and then tuned the FM radio on a dreamy New Age music station. She also laid out an array of oils and lotions on a side table near the massage table.

Dave lay down and put his head into the face-down cushion that had been engineered into the table. Opening his eyes, he could only see the floor. Occasionally, he could see Trish’s white sneakers come by the table.

Trish came close and started to talk to him in a low, soothing tone. Her voice was hypnotic. She told him about how every muscle in his body was totally relaxing and that his body was going truly limp, and how he would be the object of healing energy and pleasure energy for a long time during and after she worked on him. She assured him that she had the key to all that energy and knew how to push it into his body as well as help him release the same in his own.

Dave didn’t sleep, but he did feel a level of rest and restoration beyond that he’d ever felt. Trish coached him on gentle breathing and letting all the worries, pains, ills, and concerns in the world dissipate and vanish. She coached him in relaxing the muscles in each limbs and then in his core.

Several new aromas wafted past his nostrils. One he quickly knew contained a hint of coconut. Seconds later, warm oily hands with the warm oil rubbed into his shoulders and upper back, and then the serious kneading of his limb and core muscle groups started.

The massage spread out from the center of his back. Trish worked on him in all directions, doing one arm completely, from the fingertips in and then out again. She then did the other arm.

Next, Trish did his legs from mid-thigh to toes, and back again. Periodically, she’d speak in her lullaby voice about how she was restoring fluid movement to every joint in his body and to every pore and gland.

At one point, Dave opened his eyes. While he could see the floor three feet below, he could also obliquely see Trish’s legs – her bare legs and bare feet as she moved around him. She was barefoot with dainty little toes with pink polish that he found sexy.

Trish moved up to his head and massaged his scalp. She softly explained that the oils would wash out and that even if they got in his eyes they wouldn’t sting or distort his vision.

Trish talked about how she was freeing up toxins that would wash from his body and consequently give him renewed energy and strength he didn’t know he had. Already, Dave thought this was the best massage he’d ever had.

Finally, she worked on the backs of his thighs and his glutes. Dave was surprised she even worked the oil into the crack on his sore ass. The tension and ache in that area vanished almost instantly.

All sense of time had left him, but when she asked him to help rollover onto his back, he wondered whether that was a half-hour. He did start to move and briefly wondered whether the sight of a nude male would have any effect on her.

When she appeared in Dave’s vision as he rolled to his back, his eyes flared. Trish was naked and seemed as covered in oil as he was. She smiled at him and he lay back on the table.

Trish worked his arms and legs again, and then his face, even massaging his eyes, nose, and ears. As she worked, he realized the other aroma that he’d sensed was woman – her sex. She was aroused. Frequently, her breasts would also skirt across part of his body or press against him in some way.

The point was not lost on Dave’s libido. He felt himself harden and inflate. He knew his penis was signaling some kind of interest in the woman pleasuring him and healing him. By this time, there was no modesty towel.

Trish worked his chest and shoulders, and then moved ‘south’ into more delicate areas. She did his hips and forward right into and through the pubic hair he sported. There is no way she couldn’t be paying attention to his erect cock, which by then Dave was sure was pointing at the ceiling.

Trish said in her soft tone, “Before I touch your genitals, I need to make sure that is acceptable on my part.”

Dave spoke with a smile, “You can touch me anywhere, anyway, and for as long as you want with your hands or any other part of your body. I will put that in writing if need be.”

Trish’s two hands instantly surrounded the girth of Dave’s cock near his body. He flexed slightly, but tried not to over-react. If there were awards for handjobs, Trish would already be in the running.

Things went further when he felt her blowing on his shaft. She wiped the excess oil off, and then lowered her head and encapsulated the mushroom cap. She ran her tongue around the head and in the groove around his cockhead several times, and then slowly worked her mouth all the way down until her nose pushed into his pubic bush. Her hand coddled his balls.

Dave could feel a special kind of massage going on deep in her throat. She turned her head back and forth to stimulate him in other ways. As she did her breasts and nipples bore into his side or onto his thigh. He was very turned on and hoped Trish was, too.

Trish kept up her oral massage on his cock, but climbed up on the table to straddle Dave’s head. He immediately started to massage her entire nether region with his mouth, tongue, and a few fingers. He felt Trish’s body shake, and he knew he’d found a good combination of things to do to her as she laved attention on his cock and groin area.

Dave thought that he’d brought Trish to orgasm. She shuddered over him before returning briefly to his cock. She stopped and looked back at him as she sat erect on his chest. She smiled, and then swung around facing him. In the process, she backed up. She reached down, took hold of his rod, and steered the cockhead into her vagina. Her eyes closed in ecstasy as she sank down on his shaft. She gasped in her melodic voice, “Oh, fuck. Sooooo nice.”

Trish started to ride his shaft with long slow strokes, ensuring on every down thrust that he went as deep as possible into her body. She hummed her pleasure and came again, and then redoubled her effort.

When Dave came, he saw stars and nearly blacked out. Trish had been using her upper body to stroke his chest, her hands to caress his face and neck, and, of course, her pussy to make love in many ways to his cock. She didn’t just represent a slippery tube that he came in; she had muscular control of what was happening inside her and used that to advantage. Dave’s orgasm was one of the most intense he’d had.

As Dave’s cock began to pulse his semen into her body, Trish shuddered to another climax, ending by falling into his arms with her head on one of his shoulders. She immediately started kissing his neck and worked up to his mouth. Her hot kisses rained down her love and passion on him.

After two minutes of silence, except for the kisses, Dave whispered, “That is the best massage I’ve ever had and probably every will have.”

Trish wiggled down on his cock a little. “Thank you.”

After some more kisses and another minute, she said, “If you can stretch, you can reach the towel I left on the side table. I have the feeling I’m going to leave a huge deposit when you leave my pussy.”

Instead of reaching for the towel, Dave just lifted her hips until they were over his stomach. Several large dollops of cum dripped out of her onto his flesh. Dave pulled her back into kissing, including his attention to her breasts with his mouth. In the process, they smeared his cum over their two bodies.

Trish gasped, “You are a very special man.”

Dave teased, “I changed my mind. I think I want the ninety-minute massage.”

Trish chuckled. “We passed that milestone about thirty minutes ago. I’ve been doing you or you’ve been doing me for almost two hours. I doubt I’ll ever be the same. You stimulated in places I didn’t even know I had.”

“I know a few more places, too. I hope you can stick around.”

“You may have a problem getting rid of me now.”

“What brought that on? Although it’s too late, I also need to ask whether you’ve had a recent STD test.”

Trish said, “Yes. I’m clean. I would never put you at risk. As for me and why I’m here and why I did what I did, well … I’m a friend of Alice’s, although I haven’t seen her for about a year.”

“Huh? Alice – my wife?” Dave sounded surprised but remained uninformed.

“I met Alice when she flew your toy jet out to California to do some porn films. We spent the week together, fucking, getting fucked, eating, and getting eaten, in all sorts of combinations in front of several cameras. She told me she shared the films with you, but I guess you don’t remember me. I had longer hair and a lot of makeup. I try to go more natural now.

“I am a licensed massage therapist in California. I was in the process of bribing the concierge to recommend to you a ‘free’ massage courtesy of the hotel when you fortuitously called down and requested one. I did tip him, and came up to do my thing with you.

“Alice left it to me as to how far I’d go. After meeting you and feeling a resonance with you, the sex for me was a no brainer. I wanted you, and I wanted to give you the best and most erotic massage you’ve ever had and that I’ve ever done. But then you started in on me. I’m blessed. All your wives are blessed. You are great.”

“So, you don’t work for the hotel?”

“No, and please don’t get the concierge in trouble if you’re angry.”

“Oh, I’m not – far from it. I’ll give him a special tip later to thank him for his help. I’m anything but angry. I’m so impressed with what you did. I’m so relaxed I can barely move, except to possibly make love to you again, if you’re willing.”

Trish broke into a wide smile, “I hope to never leave your side until you have to leave town.”

“My hope, as well.”

This is the dinner hour, and I skimped on lunch.”

Trish said, “Can we just use room service? I’ve never been in a hotel or suite this luxurious before. I don’t want to leave.”

Dave pointed, “There’s a menu by the telephone.”

Trish tentatively rose and held a hand under her pussy to catch any drips, but she’d already emptied out on Dave. She got the menu and came back and sat beside him on the massage table. Together, they planned their meal. Trish called it into room service.

Dave took her hand and led her into the shower. They used a lot of hot water but got squeaky clean. Dave gave Trish a sensuous shampoo and application of conditioner in the shower. Of course, they cleaned each other with infinite patience and thoroughness.

They were reasonably dry and in the white fluffy bathrobes when there was a knock on the door. They heard the call for ‘Room Service’.

Trish headed to the door, but Dave told her, “Stop. Lose the bathrobe.”

She looked surprised, but did exactly what he said. She removed the bathrobe so she was nude, tossed him the robe, and went to the door. She opened it and pointed to the logical table where they would eat. The waiter was flustered, but set out the meal and parked the meal cart out of the way in a corner of the room. “Just call when you’re ready and we’ll cleanup for you,” he said as he left.

The two of them sat naked at the table and ate their dinners. Dave learned a little more about Trish.

She was mostly out of the porn industry where she’d met Alice Angel, but was having a difficult time earning enough to keep afloat. She said, “I made some serious mistakes coming out of high school. I had a scholarship to attend college, but turned it down. I wanted to party. I wasn’t very responsible, but that was patterned after the behavior of my parents.

“Instead of college, I got into porn and all the parties, booze, and the drug scene. I got a job working in a run-down bar that turned into being a stripper. I got pregnant and aborted, but that was an eyeopener for me. I also got busted for drugs and then prostitution. The bar was a convenient place to meet horny men that liked small booby blondes. I got off on both offenses because I was a first-timer and the jails are full. More eye-opening ensued.

“So, a year ago, not long after that week with Alice, I drove my wreck of a car to a beach and started walking. Alice had started me thinking. I hadn’t been alone with ‘myself’ very much. I didn’t want to face that I had no real life, no real profession, and no future of any worth. I walked for miles and I think I cried the whole way feeling sorry for myself. By the time I got back to my car, I was a changed person.

“I’d given some erotic massages to some of my richer clients, but that was really so I could fuck them or they could fuck me. Anyway, I went to school and learned how to do a massage the right way. I got certified and licensed in L.A. six months ago, and then quit the bar and got a job working at a spa. I didn’t make as much, but I was clean and not in the party scene. I also started exercising and taking better care of myself.

“I confess that I’ve had to do a porn film a few times over the year to have enough money to get by on. I still do. My stage name is Stacy Cox. I’m not sure what direction I’ll go next. If I had the money, I’d go back to college and head into something scientific. I always liked science subjects in school, and was good at math.”

Dave thought for only a second and said, “You have the money now.”

Trish said, “No I don’t. I only have a couple of hundred dollars saved. By the way, Alice sent me a very generous payment to see you today. I’m embarrassed by the amount. You don’t need to tip me or anything.”

“What I’m saying is that I’ll provide the money for your schooling. Tell me what school. I’ll pave the way for you, but you have to agree to a few things. If you want, you can come to Florida. We have a great university nearby where Alice and I and the Circle live.”

Trish laughed, “To be your honey? That doesn’t even compute with what Alice told me about your lifestyle.”

“No. I want you to keep adulting. I’m not trying to tie you to me for sex or anything else. You’ll need a grade point average of 3.5 or better, too; and you park the porn jobs for a at least six months – focus on your schooling and establishing a career track. I’ll also give you some money to live on and a new car to get around. There’s room and board, too. There is no quid pro quo, like sex. This was just a delightful bonus; I hope for the two of us.”

“What? You’re crazy. Why would you do that? You’re talking thousands of dollars.”

“Because I’m a sucker for pretty girls with hard-luck stories, and I have the money. You’re the second one I’ve met on my trip … or maybe the third. There’s a written agreement I’ll ask that you to sign – a contract.”

“What school or don’t you care?”

“As I saidt, you can come to Sarasota and go to the university there. My friends and I have some influence there about admissions and coursework. If you want to stay in L.A., that’s fine, too; although living expenses are much higher there. You could pick anyplace.”

Trish stared at him across the dinner table. He was taken by how cute she was. Yes, this was a girl worth saving from herself – at least from her old self.

Trish said, “Sarasota is where Alice lives, right? That’s the home of your polyamorous group?”

“Yes. We live in a compound of over two-hundred people we call the Circle. I was thinking how well you’d fit in.”

Trish said, “I know all about that from talking with her and then watching the TV show. Knowing you via the show made responding to Alice’s request so easy. I like the life everyone leads in the Circle.”

“Many of us have very challenging jobs.”

“That’s part of what attracts me. I’ve been goofing off for six years since high school. I need a dose of ‘serious’. Alice told me once that people mentor each other; that you don’t let anybody fail to live up to their potential. I think I need a kick in the ass – or more than my own wake-up call that I think I’ve had. At least, I think I do.”

“True. We want people to achieve their dreams, whatever that might be.”

“Could I live in your compound?”

“If you decided to pledge the Circle and work at becoming a member, yes; otherwise we’ll be sure you’re taken care of.”

“There’s kind of a sex-all-the-time thing, isn’t there? I would like that. Alice told me about being hypersexual. I think I am kind of a nympho. That’s probably what initially derailed the rest of my life. At least, I think I’ve got it under control now.”

“Yes, but there’s no duty to have sex with anybody – ever. As for your derailing; becoming dysfunctional in parts of your life because of your focus on sex can be part of being hypersexual. We have a couple of members that are psychologists and a psychiatrist. They help steer people into more healthy ways of thinking and integrating their lives together – including the sex. That would, of course, be available to you at no charge along with health care, gym, Jacuzzi, daily meals, child care if you need it, and many other perks.”

“Sarasota, huh?”

Dave nodded.

Chapter 30 - Arizona

“Trish loves Dave, truly, madly, deeply.”

Those were the words he woke up to the morning after his Las Vegas concert. The pert blonde was tucked under one of his arms with her luscious nude body tight against his. They were both sticky from the results of the After Party and their time together post-concert. She kissed his chest.

Dave mumbled, “Dave loves Trish, too.”

She pulled him upright to the edge of the bed. Come on, we have things to do. I’m so excited that I might burst into flames any second. Let’s have breakfast and get going. I want a motorcycle ride.