Not a Sexual Service

Teddy smirked at the remark, shaking her head at his cheekiness. Gary left it at that, not wanting to push things any further, but hoping that his words might encourage her to lean over a little more. After a few minutes using up the oil on her hands with Gary's thigh, she went one better: in one swift and nonchalant movement, she pulled off her top and exposed her picture perfect breasts.

They were spectacular. By no means small -- c-cups maybe -- but nonetheless remarkably pert. They looked absolutely natural yet had a roundness that would have made Gary suspect otherwise were it not for the way gravity subtly pulled on them. Puffy pink areolae surrounded firm bullet-like nipples that pointed proudly forwards. If Gary were to imagine the ideal pair of tits, they would look very much like these. She threw her discarded top onto a chair and they wobbled joyously, helping confirm their natural quality. Oh God, this 'no touching' rule was going to destroy him. But it was a small price to pay for an audience with such erotic beauty.

Teddy squirted more oil onto her hands and rubbed her palms together. Whether deliberate or not, it caused her tits to dance around her chest, jiggling delightfully. She then moved around the table and started rubbing her scented lubricant into Gary's other thigh.

Gary was spellbound. Every manipulation of his thigh, every slide of her hands caused her tits to bounce or wobble or jiggle in infinitely hypnotic ways. As cheesy and pervy as it sounded, he had to comment.

"Teddy, you are absolutely stunning."

She embarrassingly acknowledged the compliment with a supressed grin, and continued her massage. Gary tingled every time she brushed his testicles. He wasn't allowed to touch her, but would she touch him? Would this massage include that most welcome of sordid clichés: the happy finish?

As her hands moved north, across his hips, she expertly avoided making contact with his erect penis. He cheekily flexed it a few times as her fingers danced around his pelvis, but instead of making contact with her hands, he only succeeded in depositing more precum onto his stomach. If she was intending to wrap her warm fingers around his agonising erection, it was seemingly going to be at the end of their allotted time. But it didn't matter too much -- not when her journey up the table was bringing those majestic tits closer and closer towards him.

Now her hands were on his chest, and Gary was examining every pore on her breasts, every ridge surrounding her nipples, every little freckle adding character to those glorious, majestic mammaries. How he would love to reach up and cup them; squeeze them; bury his face in them. But he obeyed the rules, and just longingly stared.

His pulse quickened as she lifted an arm from his side. As her thumbs kneaded up from his bicep and towards his forearm, his hands were brought achingly close to her chest and the fleshy mounds that he longed to brush his fingers against. As she manipulated his wrist, his desires were met for the briefest of moments, as the back of his hand grazed an unyieldingly hard nipple. Whether the contact was intentional or not, he sighed his approval. Teddy moved to the other side of the table and repeated her actions on his other arm. This time she held his forearm closer to her chest as she spread oil between his fingers and pulled on them as she did during every session to elicit little cracks. The side of his hand was brushed over her left nipple several times before she was done, and the pool of precum collecting on Gary's stomach grew ever wider as his flexed his manhood with each delightful contact.

Teddy moved to the head of the massage table and stood right over him. He could no longer see her face, just the toned lines of her lower torso and the undersides of her breasts, the view accentuating the protrusion of her nipples. She massaged his scalp for a minute or so, and Gary stared open mouthed as each of her slow and deliberate breaths caused her chest to subtly rise and fall.

Eventually, she did exactly what Gary had hoped: she leaned over and spread her hands over his pecs, her tits hanging just centimetres above him as she smoothed his chest hair with her palms. He was torn -- just raising his head a few inches would allow him to press his face against her hanging bosom, to suck those beauties if only for a second. But this was the closest he could possibly get to her spectacular boobs, and he didn't want to cut the display short with a massage-ending imposition. Besides, her strokes were going lower and lower -- past his own nipples and onto the top of his stomach -- if she carried on like this he wouldn't need to extend his neck; she'd be pushing her tits into his face of her own volition. Gary opted instead to simply enjoy the view and wait. Teddy was extending her fingers so far down his body that at full stretch her nipples as good as touched his cheeks. He couldn't bear it any longer -- he needed to do something. He waited until she extended again and moved his head to the side and back, flicking the tip of his nose across one of her pliant knockers. Encouraged by her lack of response he waited for her next stretch and moved his head to the other side, this time succeeding in burying his nose into the soft flesh of her right breast. Hoping to get more, he anticipated her next approach by leaning his head as far back as he could and opening his mouth, hoping to feel a rivet-like nipple on his parted lips, but her tits weren't close enough, and this final lunge was to be her last.

Her extending fingers reached the huge pool of precum that had collected on his tummy and was filling his belly button. Had he not been so aroused, her digits might have met the tip of his penis, but his steadfast erection ensured it hovered inches above its dripped deposit. Gary assumed that Teddy had not intended to sink her fingers into the manifestation of his excitement, judging by her almost perplexed examination of his clear, silky secretions between her fingers, but it seemed to signal to her that it was time for the session's climax -- and Gary was so fit to burst he couldn't wait.

She moved to the side of the table and put an ungodly amount of oil into her hands, all the while staring at Gary's twitching cock. But she looked nervous and full of trepidation. After a pause, she finally reached out and took Gary's manhood into a warm and welcoming hand, and squeezed it ever so gently. Oh fuck, this was heaven! He wasn't going to last long -- seconds maybe...

Alas, even that tiny window would prove too long. Teddy pulled her hand away immediately, as if the cock in her hand was molten.

"I... I'm sorry, I can't do that. I'm sorry... I thought I could but... But you are married and I have a boyfriend, and I... I'm sorry."

She looked genuinely embarrassed and ashamed, so much so that any frustration Gary was feeling was quickly replaced by guilty empathy. He sat bolt upright from the table to reassure the girl who had transformed from exotic temptress to naïve and vulnerable girl in a matter of milliseconds.

"Oh God, Teddy, don't be silly. You don't have to do that. Really. This has been the most amazing massage I've ever had. You don't have to do that if you're not comfortable. I'd never want you to do that if you didn't feel that you wanted to."

She looked relived and pulled a cute 'my bad' kind of expression before mouthing a 'thank you' at him. As disappointed as Gary was, he wasn't that much of a creep, and certainly didn't want to force Teddy into anything. But his welling sexual energy was going to need an outlet -- something Teddy seemed all too aware of as she motioned towards his still protruding cock with her head.

"I leave you for a while," she said. "Let you finish."

In the time it took for Teddy to grab her top off the chair and reach the door, Gary weighed up his options and considered what Teddy obviously had been comfortable with over the past hour, and decided to chance his arm.

"Teddy?" he whispered as she reached for the handle. She turned to look at him with a smile; her screwed up top pressed against her chest for modesty.

"Would you mind staying while I finished?" he continued.

It was a bit of a gamble, but Gary didn't want to end this majestically erotic afternoon with him wanking alone with just his memories. Teddy paused to consider the request -- she certainly wasn't dismissing it out of hand, and so Gary tried to persuade her.

"I just want to look at you a little longer," he said. "You're so beautiful. It will help me finish if I can look at you."

The flattery seemed to outweigh the sleaze, and Teddy took her hand away from the door handle and returned to the foot of the massage table with a smile, throwing her top back on the chair. Gary beamed a grateful smile and reclined back on the massage table, finally able to do what he had been aching to do since that first glimpse down her top and grab his engorged member. It was still slippery from Teddy's aborted attempt to pleasure him, and the delightful sensation as he glided his hand up its length and over the swollen helmet was as close to heaven as he had been all afternoon.

With more than a hint of curiosity, Teddy approached the side of the table with her arms loosely folded, obscuring what was to be Gary's main visual stimulus as he jerked himself into a stupor. He allowed Teddy a closer look at his deliberate strokes -- the way he used the oil to squeeze and milk his solid erection -- before asking for a better view.

"You've got such beautiful breasts. Can I see them again?"

She complied by unfolding her arms and letting them hang at her sides. The reveal triggered a rapid increase in Gary's pulls and yanks as he drank in the beauty of her perfect, youthful titties. His eager manipulations drew fascination from the object of his desires and she studied his masturbatory technique intently.

"My boyfriend is not... cut, you know?" she offered, trying to explain her obvious inquisitiveness.

"Circumcised," panted Gary over his exertions.

Teddy just nodded as she stared intently -- close enough to see exactly what he was doing, but far enough away to avoid being in the firing line, so to speak. Her study of Gary's wanking was matched in intensity by Gary's thorough appraisal of her tits. So annoying he wasn't going to touch them, to suck them... but by God they were going to be there when he came. Which was going to be very soon indeed.

"Such amazing tits," he gasped to encourage himself towards orgasm. But it had the unintentional but wonderful result of having Teddy consider them too. She broke off her analysis of Gary's jerkoff technique to look down at her assets and, much to Gary's elation, bring her hands up to cup them in a porn star fashion. Any chance of Gary prolonging this divine masturbatory session was ended. As he felt his cock contract and his balls prepare to empty their contents, Teddy ran a thumb over a rock hard nipple and looked at Gary with a cheeky smile.

His orgasm was immense. He groaned as a high-pressure jet of white pearlescence erupted from the tip of his strangled member. Teddy gasped as it hit Gary on the underside of his chin before being followed up with an equally hefty dollop on his chest, then another on his stomach, then several dissipating pumps onto his pelvis. With each ejaculation, Gary grunted and Teddy, adorably, gasped. When he had finally finished emptying himself, he stared down at his body, cock still in hand, to assess the vast quantities of cum with which he had adorned himself. Gary laughed with incredulity and Teddy joined him.

"Wow, " she finally said through the giggles. "That was a lot."

"Well I had something wonderful to look at."

"I think you should have shower."

"I think you are absolutely right."

Unbeknownst to Teddy, Gary was so charged with sexual energy, and so turned on by this experience, that he managed to knock another one out in the bathroom. Despite not being able to get his hands on her, and despite Teddy not getting her hands on the part of him he would have liked, this had clearly been the best massage of his life. He wanted his tip to reflect that, but once showered, dried, clothed and ready to leave, he realised that he couldn't tip her much more than he usually did. Gary was mortified, but Teddy was having none of it.

"It is so generous, please. I didn't even do what I was supposed to do, so please. Is fine. This is super."

'My God', Gary thought to himself. 'Massaged me topless... hung her tits over my face... let me wank myself silly while I perved over her... AND got a professional massage. And she thinks I'm being generous? This girl is some kind of angel from a wet dream.'

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5th appointment

Gary wasn't quite sure what to expect from his next session with Teddy. Was last month's appointment an isolated incident? A failed experiment that proved to Teddy that she should stick to the more professional side of massage? Or would today see a repeat of the teasing combination of semi-naked posing and self-administered release that had dominated his dreams and fantasies since their last encounter? There was something he wanted to try, a boundary he wanted to push, but it depended on how she greeted him.

She answered the door with a smile and a kiss on each cheek, seemingly happy to see him, but the boat line top was gone, her regular black t-shirt in its place. Gary played it cool -- he didn't want to come across as presumptive or sleazy. He showered and entered the room as normal, towel around his waist, but rather than lie on the table face down straight away he perched on the side and waited to see what Teddy would do when she came in. To his utter joy, she shut the door behind her and casually peeled off her t-shirt, revealing a simple black t-shirt bra. A rummage behind her back and that fell by the wayside too, sliding off her shoulders and onto the chair with her top.

"Are you going to lie down?" she asked, breezily.

Trying his best to address her face rather than the beautiful breasts he had been trying to remember for four weeks, he made another suggestion. Since the previous appointment, Gary had considered what Teddy did and didn't seem comfortable with last time. And though another topless rub followed by an exhibitionist tug would have been delightful, Gary wanted to do something that he had been aching to do last time, but that was denied him.

"Actually, " he said. "I was wondering if maybe today you could teach me about massage."

She looked perplexed. "What do you mean?"

"Well, I thought it might be nice if you could teach me some of the techniques you use and that maybe -- if you were comfortable -- I could massage you today, instead?"

Teddy considered the proposal and then giggled.

"Mmmmm, I'm not sure. I'm supposed to give massage."

"Ok, " said Gary, not wanting to force the issue. "It was just a thought. Don't worry."

But he saw Teddy was still mulling it over, and wasn't going to assume his facedown position until she completely dismissed it.

"I've never had a massage as good as the ones you give me, and I thought you could pass on some of your skills. I'd love to get a good understanding of what you do, and because we're quite comfortable with each other, I thought..."

He trailed off as she looked at him slyly before reaching up to tie her ponytail into a tight bun. It was all Gary could do to stare at her heaving bosom as she fiddled with her hair, but he re-engaged when her answer came.

"OK, will try."

Gary hopped off the table and tightened the towel around his waist as best he could, but his rapidly firming cock was already pushing against the cotton with anticipation. Teddy took another tiny towel from a pile on a shelf and turned around to shield the front of her body from Gary's eyes. She slipped her yoga pants down past her hips and let them fall in a heap at her feet. She was wearing a thong, and Gary was able to admire her gorgeous pert ass and long slender thighs for the briefest of moments before she wrapped the towel around her waist. It barely covered anything, but did enough to prevent her full exposure as she hooked her thumbs underneath the white cotton and pulled off her underwear. She gathered her remaining clothes from the floor and placed them on a seat, before sauntering over to the massage table and gracefully easing herself face down onto the paper-lined furniture.

"OK, we start at feet and work up..."

Gary lubed up his hands with some massage oil and took great pleasure in his first tentative touches on her warm feet. There was something erotically charged about sliding his slippery fingers between her toes, and the knowledge that he was going to be working his way up her body -- and that half way through she would be turning over -- fuelled his eager erection, which was pushing aggressively against his towel.

A thinly-veiled excuse to touch her body it may have been, but Teddy treated the session as the lesson Gary had requested, offering detailed instruction in her broken English about how to run his fingers and hands over her feet, and then her calves, giving a running commentary on the muscles he was manipulating.

When he eventually reached her thighs, his throat went dry with expectation. He took a warm, firm thigh in his grasp and transferred the oil on his palms over it with a deliberate slide up to the base of her ass cheeks, just visible underneath her towel. After a few clear and confident directions, Teddy's instruction faded into a whisper as Gary tenderly, but deliberately, pushed the fingers of one hand down into the gap between her thighs.

He feared he was being too forward, but received no objection. As he explored the flesh as high as he dared touched, he heard Teddy let out a pleasurable sigh. And, much to Gary's joy, she very slightly parted her legs; just a smidgen -- barely perceptible -- but enough to give Gary his first glimpse of her delicate pussy.

Her labia were deep pink and swollen and Gary couldn't tell if this was their natural state or a sign of arousal. He didn't want to push things too far at this stage of the massage, but as he stared at this pretty young thing's cunt, which surely she knew was now exposed, he couldn't help but tentatively push his fingertips northwards. When he inevitably made fleeting contact, he was encouraged that the only response from Teddy was a sharp intake of breath. Whether it was surprise or pleasure, it wasn't followed by complaint -- quite the opposite. After a second brush against this most sensitive of flesh, she parted her legs even more.

Gary took the display as an excuse to remove her towel, revealing not just her stunning rear end, but allowing him an even clearer look at her engorged labia. Still maintaining the ruse that this was simply an intimate thigh massage, Gary started to spread his oiled fingers over her ass, but as he came back down to tend to her thighs, he plunged his fingers right down the crease where her butt met the tops of her legs, and nonchalantly parted her sticky lips.

That did seem to be too much for her. For while the sigh that emanated from her was undeniably a pleasurable one, and while Gary could see that the moistness around her pussy wasn't just from the lubrication he was providing, Teddy reached behind to grab the offending hand and place it on her other butt cheek.

"Sorry," whispered Gary.

"Naughty man," she chided. But moving his hand from between her thighs to her ass wasn't exactly the strictest of discouragements. His erection now fighting against his towel's constrictions, he took out his sexual frustrations on her young, pert buttocks, delighting as the firm flesh reset its cherubic form every time he squeezed and kneaded it out of shape. He added more and more oil to her rear, as if the silky excess was somehow bringing his fingers into closer sexual contact with her, and the unctuous noises that accompanied his animalistic groping seemed to turn him on even more.