Not a Sexual Service

Teddy lifted the towel and allowed Gary to reposition himself. His mainly flaccid penis meant that only a single layer of cotton was required to hide his modesty. At the risk of stirring his loins, Gary nonetheless continued the conversation.

"Has there ever been any trouble? Have you been in a dangerous situation?"

"No, not like that," Teddy sighed. "Usually when they don't get what they want they leave themself. I don't know why they come at all, it says on website we don't do that. But still they ask... Some are a bit stupid, you know?"

"What do they ask?" enquired Gary. He tried to sound concerned, but the guilty truth was that he was getting off slightly on hearing her talk about men behaving indecently towards her.

"Oh, they want me to touch them, you know, under the towel and things. Or they want to touch my..." Teddy stumbled with embarrassment, and then paused her massage of Gary's stomach to look at him straight in the eye.

"How do you say... what's the nice word for... you know... tits..."

Gary's loins stirred under his towel and he reflexively moved his gaze downwards to look at the sweet mounds nestled under her black t-shirt.

"Breasts," he said, as cheerily and matter-of-factly as he could muster. Teddy turned back to her massage with a half smile. She didn't seem to mind the blatant stare at her chest. And if she had noticed the bulge growing under Gary's towel, she wasn't acknowledging it.

"Yes, breasts. Sorry, I only know bad words from my flatmate... Anyway, they want to touch my breasts, ask me to take my top off. I have to keep saying 'No, is not that kind of massage' and they say 'I pay you, I pay you!' and I think... 'Hmph, not enough' you know? They're always disgusting old and fat pigs...

The more she ranted, the more shameful Gary felt of the now obvious erection below his towel. It twitched, and the movement got Teddy's attention.

"Oh sorry, " she said, suddenly flustered as she tried to reposition the towel.

"Oh God, don't you be sorry," responded Gary. "It's my stupid body. You must think I'm one of those 'pigs' you're talking about..."

"Oh no, no, no, no, no," she reassured soothingly. "This is normal, is fine. You're nice. You don't wave it around and ask me to suck, you know?"

Such unfiltered talk was making Teddy's attempts to subdue Gary's erection with a double fold somewhat problematic. Every time she said something risqué, a firm twitch risked dislodging the towel. At one point, the tip of his cock popped out from below the cotton shield.

"Oops," Teddy said nonchalantly, before pulling the towel further up his torso. Gary apologised again, causing Teddy to laugh.

"Maybe we should change conversation, yes?"

"I think so," agreed Gary. "I find that erections go away more easily when you stop talking about sucking them..."

This elicited a huge guffaw from Teddy, who shook her head with a smile and gave Gary a cheeky look. Talk about mixed signals!

The rest of the massage passed without event, although Gary felt that Teddy's warm fingers lingered for more than a while on his upper thighs. But it may have been wishful thinking.

After his shower he gave Teddy her fee and this time gave his tip separately, accentuating its generosity. Again, it was gratefully received.

"It's too much," she said, although she didn't try to return it this time.

"No, you earned it," Gary reassured. "I'll see you soon."

Teddy leant in and kissed him on the cheek. She smelled of strawberries.

"I look forward. You're my nicest client."

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3rd appointment

Gary had been so looking forward to his third session with Teddy that it bordered on unhealthy. His thoughts seemed to turn to her on an almost daily basis -- the thought of her hands on his body, the way she complimented him, the way she dealt with his arousal with such good humour and amusement. But he also remembered that for every time he felt she was flirting with him, there was a tale of a 'pig' that had tried to get more from her than just a massage. He didn't want to spoil his relationship with her... but he so wanted to test how far he could take things.

It was a dilemma. He imagined a dozen scenarios playing out, concocted a hundred things that he might say to test the waters, but he knew he'd never be brave enough to push it too far.

She greeted him with a kiss on both cheeks -- very continental. She seemed pleased to see him, but a little more subdued today. In fact she didn't speak hardly at all while tending to his back, just the odd enquiry about whether she was applying enough pressure. When Gary commented that she seemed a little low today, she seemed surprised that she was so transparent and spoke about how she shouldn't take her problems to work with her. She mumbled something about her lazy boyfriend losing his job (of course she had a boyfriend), how expensive London was, but then quickly changed the subject.

"I would much rather talk about you," she said. "The lovely man with the nice bottom. How have you been?"

Despite the bottom comment, the massage progressed without much incident. Gary didn't want to push his banter with Teddy when she was so obviously down in the dumps. Which made the end of the massage all the more surprising.

While regaling him with tales of the current weather in Bulgaria during an exploration of his left thigh, Teddy slid the towel over from one leg to the other to expose and work on his right thigh. But she yanked a little too hard and pulled the towel too far, revealing Gary's rubbery, but thankfully still flaccid penis. As she pulled the towel back the other way to cover him again, she failed to anticipate the sudden engorgement that this unexpected exposure had triggered. Gary's semi-turgid cock lurched upwards to rest on his pelvis, and the top of Teddy's hand caressed the sensitive underside of his rapidly growing phallus. She gasped with horror as she made contact.

"Sorry. Sorry, I... so sorry..."

As she struggled to contain the now almost full erection with the towel, it became a bit of a comedy of errors, as each attempt to rest the towel on Gary's crotch simply resulted in a pitched tent. Gary, still high from the briefest of intimate contact, did little to help... in fact he flexed the base of his cock as hard as he could, watching with disguised glee as Teddy tried to rest the towel in a way that hid his arousal. After all, this wasn't his fault -- she was the one who touched his cock!

Finally, after some frantic folding, some semblance of modesty was restored, albeit with a noticeable bulge beneath the white cotton.

"I'm so sorry, that's not... That shouldn't... I'm sorry, that was accident."

Bless her, she seemed genuinely aghast.

"Teddy it's fine, really, it was an accident. I should be apologising. It really shouldn't react that way with just a tiny touch like that. I'm sorry..."

"No, no. I'm sorry."

"Shall we stop apologising to each other? It's fine."

"Good. Ok, is fine..." Teddy took a deep breath, then looked at Gary with a smile and a wag of her finger. "Not that kind of massage," she reminded him.

"Hey, I didn't do anything," Gary teased, and elicited a blush from the beautiful brunette. "Honestly it's fine," he continued, before muttering under his breath: "Actually, it was the highlight of my week."

Teddy gave a loud tut.

"Don't let your wife hear you say that!"

"It's true. You've just given me more attention than she has in a year."

Teddy looked shocked; Gary couldn't tell whether it was because he was over sharing or if it was the admission itself. Either way, she massaged in silence for a few minutes, although her frequent glances towards the ever-so slowly receding bulge under the towel gave the impression she was mulling something over. Sure enough, as she moved from Gary's thighs to his stomach and sides, she continued the conversation.

"Have you ever been to one of those places that do the other type of massage? You know the sexy ones?"

This wasn't helping Gary's erection disappear, but he gladly engaged.

"I'm ashamed to say that I have. Once. I didn't really like it."

"No? Why not?"

"Well the woman was quite old, and she just took her clothes off and rubbed up and down me. It wasn't a proper massage; she didn't know what she was doing and it wasn't relaxing or anything. Then she just kind of tugged me for a while and that was that."

"How much did you pay?"

"Oh it was only £50 or something."

Teddy raised her eyebrows.

"You pay more for this," she said, almost apologetically.

"Well sure, but this is better. It's a professional massage. I sometimes think someone should combine them -- someone who's really good at massage but does some of the other stuff as well. Does it naked, or something, you know? That'd be worth paying for."

Gary was worried he was being too obvious or too leading, but Teddy didn't react negatively -- she just carried on massaging.

"What do you think you would pay for that?" she finally countered.

"Oh I don't know. £100? £120?"

"Just to take their clothes off? It's a lot..."

"Well it depends how good the massage was. But if it was an expert massage, a proper therapeutic massage, and the girl did it naked, I think I might pay that much. If she were pretty... I'd certainly give a big tip, anyway."

"How pretty?"

He had already pushed this very far. Should he go further? Oh what the hell...

"Well, if she were half as pretty as you, it would be worth it."

A coy smile but then silence; the session was coming to an end anyway, but Gary felt he had possibly been a little too blatant with his suggestiveness this time. Was she now filing him away as another of her 'pig' clients? Or was she flattered? Was she actually considering his veiled proposal?

The end of the massage arrived and Gary still had his erection. As he sat up from the massage table, the pitch over his crotch was even more exaggerated than when he was laying down.

"Will you have a shower?" asked Teddy, her eyes drawn to the protrusion under the towel. "Will help you... you know... cool off."

Her gaze left no doubt to what she was referring. He sighed...

"Yeah, I suppose so."

And with that he hopped of the edge of the massage table making no effort to gather the white cotton on his lap. And as he had hoped, it resulted in the small and thankfully rather lightweight towel remaining hooked upon his erection as he nonchalantly strode otherwise naked towards the bathroom.

The hysterics he heard behind him as Teddy collapsed with laughter let him know that his silly if risqué act had gone down a storm. How wonderful that he was in such a place with this girl that he could make a joke of his sexual arousal and she would join him in his mirth.

After he finished showering and drying -- a difficult feat considering his erection refused to subside -- he met Teddy at the door to pay her. And was slightly embarrassed to realise that while he could still afford to give her a tip, it was not as generous as his previous contributions.

"No, no... it's fine," she insisted. "Some people don't tip at all. This is normal tip. It's fine. I didn't do anything to deserve bigger..."

And then came the kicker:

"But maybe next time."

Gary must have looked shocked because his expression elicited a giggle from Teddy. She leant in to kiss both cheeks and promptly closed the door. Gary stood there stunned for a few seconds, and then headed down the stairs to the main entrance. This erection really wasn't going to go any time soon, was it?

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4th appointment

If he had both the money and a complete lack of shame, Gary would have made another appointment for the next day. Perhaps more sensibly -- and to avoid interrogation from his of increasingly suspicious wife -- he booked a session for the following month. And he couldn't wait. Was she serious about her inferences? Was she going to do something to 'earn' a generous tip this time? He didn't want to get his hopes up too much -- such a nice, shy, sweet girl. She was just teasing, surely?

She greeted him as normal, although Gary was quick to notice that Teddy was not wearing her usual 'uniform': her usual crew neck black t-shirt had been replaced by a white top with a boat neckline. Nothing fancy, nothing controversial, but it was nice to see a little more of her skin showing -- even if it was just her clavicles. Otherwise, her fairly subdued greeting and a lack of her usual playfulness suggested that perhaps her parting comments last time were just a tease.

Gary showered as normal and took up his position facedown on the table inside the overly scented confines of the massage room.

Teddy was quiet today, and the first half of the massage took place in complete silence. But it was another beautifully attuned exploration of his musculature. It was gentler than normal -- still delightful, but there seemed to be more tenderness in her strokes today. Perhaps he was overanalysing again? But this felt more like the caring, gentle touch of a partner rather than the manipulations of a physiotherapist. He allowed himself to embrace its delights, relaxing fully as her fingertips and palms travelled over his back, his arms, and his buttocks and then finally his legs.

"OK, it's time to turn over..."

There seemed trepidation in her voice; he couldn't understand why. He was turning over without much in the way of an erection, and there had been no banter between them -- cheeky or otherwise. She let the towel settle over him, covering his modesty as usual, and moved to the foot of the table to start massaging his feet. It was then -- finally -- that he noticed...

As Teddy leaned over to begin coating his toes in oil, her loose, boat line top gaped open... and Gary realised she wasn't wearing a bra! He supressed a gasp and quickly brought his arms up from his side, folding them behind his head to give him the leverage to peer down the table. She wasn't quite exposing herself -- the business ends of her hanging breasts were still hidden from view -- but the window she had created allowed Gary to see them hanging delightfully within the confines of her top. They looked soft and tanned, and were so firm and pert that even the vigorous movements of her hands barely elicited a sway.

Inevitably, Gary's cock responded. The small towel covering his modesty was almost thrown off as his appreciation of the view became evident. The movement must have been obvious, but Teddy ignored it, continuing to focus on her foot massage.

She was doing what Gary had been doing during previous sessions: testing the waters --maintaining plausible deniability -- so that if things escalated in a way that either party wasn't happy with, it could be explained away... laughed off. Gary was worried that if he said the wrong thing now, made Teddy feel uncomfortable or that she had made a mistake, she would immediately cover up and deny everything. So he played it at her speed, and let her continue without comment.

She moved up his legs. Normally she'd go to the side of the table to do this, but instead she reached up from the foot of the table, causing her to bend over in an even more exaggerated manner, and affording Gary the best view possible down her top. Those tits looked amazing! He craved a better look, a glimpse of a nipple, even a hint of areola would suffice, but the tips of her gorgeous, supple assets remained obscured. He had to satisfy himself by marvelling at their shape, their firmness, and the fact that even without the support of a bra they almost touched in the middle creating a stunning cleavage.

His observations were causing his rock hard cock to twitch under the towel, and yet Teddy still didn't acknowledge it. She did, however, finally look up towards Gary's face. Her expression was neutral, hard to read. With both hands on his ankles, she smoothed her palms up his shins, her body leaning further and further over, her eyes never leaving Gary's. The best view yet down her top -- he could even see her toned stomach through the tiny sliver of air between her hanging breasts. His cock twitched again, and Gary flashed his eyebrows at her emotionless face. And she finally beamed her megawatt smile back.

"You relaxed?" she asked innocently.

"Well, I'm not sure that's the word I'd use... but it's very, very nice."

She smiled a satisfied smile and focussed again on her leg massage. And with each stretch of her arms up Gary's calves came an ever more generous peek at her chest. She then used both hands to concentrate on one calf at a time, deliberately bringing her arms together as she did so, squashing her boobs together and creating an obscene amount of cleavage. It also deepened the gape of her top, and the first, briefest flashes of nipple -- just the very tops of her areolae -- enriched Gary's scrutiny. This was maddening; until now he was grateful for the view, but now this simple white garment was vexing him -- he no longer wanted to see most of Teddy's breasts; he wanted to see all of them.

He contracted his rock hard cock in frustration, flexing the muscles at the base to disturb the towel draped over him. He flexed again and again to draw the attention of his masseuse, and in doing so forced tiny volumes of precum to erupt from his glans. Teddy finally acknowledged the vigorous twitching of the towel and ceased her leg-fondling lunges, moving to the lower side of the massage table. Had Gary's erectile gymnastics prematurely ended this voyeuristic display?

"Is it uncomfortable? Shall I remove the towel?"

Teddy's enquiry was delivered without a hint of playfulness or suggestion. Despite the view she had been affording him, Gary felt she was still attempting to maintain a tenuous innocence with regard to how this massage was panning out. But this was the first time she had ever encouraged him to expose himself to her -- and there was no disguising his level of arousal.

"Er... OK," he tentatively responded. "I mean, as long as you're not uncomfortable or anything..."

Teddy answered with a subtle smile and by sliding the towel ever so slowly, inch by agonising inch, off Gary's prone body. His turgid dick resisted the leisurely reveal, but when the edge of the white cotton finally lost its purchase, it eagerly sprung into view.

Initially ignoring the proud display, Teddy began massaging his thigh just above the knee. No longer displaying her wares, Gary instead focussed on her face, trying to read her expression and gleaning frissons of sexual excitement from her occasional glances at his exposed erection. She was stoic, and Gary was worried that she was doing this unwillingly, but then he reminded himself that he had made no requests, no demands, no bribes... just genial innuendo. And she was responding.

He waited for another glance at his cock and twitched it as hard as he could. The movement elicited a smile from Teddy, but as well as this desired effect, he also forced more precum out of his veiny shaft. The clear, silky liquid oozed from the tip of his reddening helmet and formed a small pool just below his navel. Teddy noticed but didn't react, instead increasing the intimacy of the massage by running her warm lubricated fingers up the inside of Gary's thigh, her fingertips grazing his balls as they spread the oil.

Gary decided to chance a move. Her deliciously pert ass was within easy reach, and he tentatively pulled an arm from behind his head to reach a hand out towards it. Teddy reacted decisively, grabbing his hand and placing it firmly by his side.

"No. No touching."

Gary felt suitably admonished, and more than a little guilty.

"Sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to... I'm sorry."

Thankfully Teddy immediately smiled to reassure him.

"Just looking today. Okay?"

"More than okay," said Gary, trying to sound as grateful as he genuinely was. "Only... I don't have anything to look at right now."