Sweet Bliss

Rusty quickly put his arm around Katy's shoulder, and again, without thinking, she placed her hand on his thigh. As they got comfortable with each other, Rusty began massaging Katy's shoulder, and she began rubbing his upper leg. It was just a matter of minutes before Katy's wandering hand was brushing Rusty's testicles, and he was gently copping a feel of her ample breasts.

They both were clearly getting aroused, and on the next pass of her hand, she allowed it to slowly glide up his now fully erect staff. As he let out a quick gasp, she said with a smile, "Feels like I have your full attention."

"Kat, you had my attention from the moment you opened the door down at your studio," Rusty said as he began an all-out massage of her exposed breasts. And as she continued stroking him, he raised his hips so that his erection became fully visible above the undulating water of the hot tub.

Katy ran her free hand under his butt cheeks to help support him, and with a devilish smile, she lowered her head toward his engorged penis. She looked up and smiled at him, and as he returned her smile, she turned her face back to the object she held in her hand -- opened her mouth, and as Rusty watched in total amazement, it tenderly disappeared between her lips.

Five minutes earlier, Katy had absolutely no intention of sucking this man's dick. Two years of unwavering discipline simply melted away as the warm water caressed her body and Rusty's strong hands massaged her shoulders and breasts. A jolt of erotic energy shot through her groin. It had been two years since Buck's passing, and she had totally forgotten what it meant to actually taste a man. The smooth muscular tenderness of his glandular head, the firmness of his shaft, and the veined texture of a fully erect penis instantly brought back memories of her previous love life. All of that, plus the unique essence of the salty and savory seepage from the tip of his penis, awaken her long-suppressed libido. It had been way too long, and as the emotion of the moment overwhelmed her, she rolled between his legs and engulfed as much of him as she could get into her mouth.

Rusty, not one to question when a stroke of good luck simply falls in his lap, quickly moved up out of the water and sat on the edge of the tub. Grabbing Katy's shoulders, he pulled her up with him as to not break her suction or the moment. Katy quickly repositioned herself so that her favorite Jacuzzi jet was aimed directly at her crotch. Now wrapping one hand around the lower portion of Rusty's manhood, she cradled his balls with the other and settled in for an extended and lovingly tender fellatio.

Katy deliberately tried to take her time so as to allow Rusty to prolong the experience for as long as possible. But the excitement of the moment simply proved too great, and in less than three minutes, Rusty could no longer contain himself. As his release filled Katy's mouth, she momentarily savored it before allowing it to slowly slip down the back of her throat. She noticed that Rusty's essence didn't seem to have the same taste or texture as Buck's. It was a very subtle difference -- somewhat like the subtle difference between a fine Chardonnay and a crisp Pinot Grigio. Rusty's was somehow creamier than Buck's and a little thicker. It also didn't have the salinity of Buck's, and it actually seemed slightly sweeter. She couldn't remember the taste of her college lovers -- that had been just too long ago.

But it did make her wonder if every man had his own unique flavor profile. Over the last two years of jacking men off, she had discovered that no two penises were the same -- some leaned left, some leaned right, and some were actually straight. Not to mention the plethora of shapes and sizes and lengths -- and don't get her started on the whole issue of circumcision. Buck and Rusty were both circumcised, and she was very pleased about that.

As she slowly milked Rusty for every last drop, Katy realized she needed more research on the whole taste issue. And more importantly, she realized just how much she actually loved pleasing a man orally. When Katy first started offering erotic massages, she was still in mourning over the loss of Buck and felt that she wasn't ready to replace him yet or to dishonor his memory. As for giving men hand jobs, well, there was nothing erogenous about that, she reasoned; it was just a way to support herself and allowed her to keep the ranch that Buck had so lovingly bequeathed her.

But as Rusty gasped for breath, a big smile filled Katy's face, and she realized that it may be time to move on. Buck would have never expected her to remain celibate after he was gone. She was an attractive woman in the prime of life, and Buck would have wanted her to live out the remainder of her years with as much love and happiness as she had filled the second half of his life with.

Checking on Rusty's composure, she let his rapidly softening penis slip from her lips as she looked up to make eye contact. He was still struggling to regain his breath, but was able to wheeze, "Holy Shit girl -- where on earth did you learn to do that? Sweet Bliss Kat -- just simply Fucking Sweet Bliss!"

Katy couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, it just comes naturally, I guess," she said with a devilish smile. "And by the way, where did you get that expression 'Sweet Bliss'?"

"I don't know," Rusty said, still trying to regain his composure. "I had to say something, and that was just the first thing that came out."

Still amused at Rusty's expression of satisfaction, Katy said, "That's exactly Buck's reaction when I please him that way."

"Damn, I knew I liked that man. He's the luckiest man alive to have a woman like you," Rusty said as he slipped back into the hot tub.

But that was a mood breaker for poor Katy. Referring to Buck as 'alive' at least confirmed that Rusty had not heard of his passing, but it also implied that Katy was cheating on him, and that was not the emotion she had been enjoying up until that moment.

"Well, we'd better head back down the hill," she said with a hint of remorse in her voice.

Rusty's legs were still shaking, but he managed to stagger out of the hot tub the best he could and then helped Katy by offering her his hand. She grabbed a towel for both of them, and they dressed without much further comment.

As they followed Ginger down the gravel path back to the studio, Rusty broke the silence with, "I don't know if you offer Sweet Bliss to any of your other customers -- but you damn sure should. You really do have a talent."

"No, I don't offer it -- I guess it was just your lucky day," Katy said with a smile, trying to regain the emotion she enjoyed while still in the act of servicing Rusty's most prized personal possession.

As they reached the studio and Rusty headed toward his truck, he said, "Kat, I want to sincerely thank you for a wonderful, and to be honest, most unexpected afternoon. And if you don't normally give your massage customers such an amazing level of personal service, you should consider it."

"Why, thank you, Rusty -- but this was an unexpected event for me too. It just sort of happened, and to be honest, I think I was somehow thanking you for the outstanding job you did on our deck and hot tub. We have gotten many years of utter enjoyment from it," Katy said as she extended her hand in friendship.

Rusty tucked a tight roll of $20 bills into her palm as he gently shook her hand. Then leaning against the open door of his truck, he said, "Kat, I can understand not taking guys up to your house. But have you ever thought of putting in a hot tub down here -- between the little house and the spring? Hey -- I've got a used tub that's in excellent condition. I'll give it to you and install it for you. You'll just have to pay my Mexicans for the labor and my electrician to hook it up. It's a great tub, really, and would fit perfectly on your patio there!"

"Well, thank you again, Rusty, I'll consider it," she said before he drove off up the gravel driveway to the county road.

Katy never did install the hot tub at her studio. But Rusty did become a regular once-a-month customer, and Katy always finished each of his massages with her new signature Sweet Bliss. It kept him coming back again and again for more -- pun intended. And as Rusty suggested, she started offering the same Sweet Bliss to most of her regular clients. She didn't include it in her ad, and she generally wouldn't provide it to a new client on their first visit. But if they were gentlemanly and generous, she would encourage them to book another appointment as she assured them there would be additional services provided that they would really like.

Most of her clients understood the meaning of her invitation and quickly booked a follow-up session. Katy felt like it was better and safer to have regular customers as opposed to a revolving door of strangers. She also felt that offering special services instead of a discount, that many of them requested, helped to instill client loyalty and was a better deal for her cash flow to boot.

Within eighteen months of that first meeting with Rusty, she had gotten to the point where she had so many regular clients; she was generally only accepting new ones by referral. She was booked most days, and on the occasional day when she didn't have any bookings, she would just relax out on her deck or sometimes even drive into San Antonio to treat herself to an afternoon of pampering at the Milk + Honey Spa. She always felt that after giving massages to so many others, it was her turn to relax and that she deserved a little self-indulgence. Besides, it offered her an opportunity to pick up any new massage techniques and products that she could use back in her own business.

The Younger Man

It was just about lunchtime when the phone rang. The caller ID displayed a number Katy wasn't familiar with, but strangely enough, the number had a Kansas area code. Her first thought was that it was someone, family or friend, from Wichita. But Katy hadn't spoken to anyone from Kansas since she and Buck drove away twenty-four years ago, so it was probably just a coincidence.

She picked up the phone, and with her professional businesswoman voice, simply said, "Hello."

"Hello," a male voice said. "I'm calling about the ad in the San Antonio Current -- about a massage."

Katy could tell from the voice that he was younger than her standard client. Her ad clearly stated that she was in her mid-forties and that she only saw 'Mature Gentleman.' Trying not to be rude, but gently attempting to dissuade the caller, she said, "I'm located between Leon Springs and Boerne -- that's about twenty-five miles from town; would that be a problem for you?"

"Oh no Ma'am," the voice quickly replied. "I'm working out here in Comfort, and there is absolutely nothing to do out here, so twenty or thirty miles means nothing to me."

Katy almost laughed at the desperation in the young man's voice, and she did have to agree -- there really is nothing to do in Comfort, despite the town's suggestive name.

"I'm here working on a construction project -- working seven days a week. I'm tired and lonely, and I miss my girlfriend -- if you know what I mean. I've got a few hours off this afternoon, but it's not enough time to drive into San Antonio -- so I could really use your help," he franticly explained and then added for good measure, "Please."

Katy actually had all afternoon open, but she never revealed that to a new caller, so after a moment of consideration, she said, "Well, I have two o'clock available -- would that work for you?"

"Yes Ma'am, two o'clock would be perfect. Let me shower really quick, and if you'll give me directions, I'll be there at two on the dot."

Katy couldn't help but chuckle a little as she read him the directions from Comfort, and even though she did have a shower, she appreciated him offering to take one before she saw him.

Ginger picked up her head at the sound of gravel crunching under the tires of an approaching vehicle. Katy went to the door and watched as a white company pick-up truck pulled up in front of her studio and stopped. As the truck door opened, she noticed the name and logo of an engineering company with a Topeka address emblazoned on the door panel. That at least explained the Kansas area code on the caller ID. And as she didn't know anyone from Topeka, that put to rest any fears that this might be someone from her past.

As the truck door swung open, out stepped a tall young man, probably in his mid-twenties, closely cropped blonde hair, broad shoulders, and a large muscular frame. Ginger immediately ran to meet him, and as she approached him, he squatted down and welcomed her with open arms as if they had known each other for years. Katy took this as a very good sign as Ginger had always been a good judge of character in the past, and there was no reason it should be any different with this young man.

As Katy opened the studio door, he jumped to his feet, and stepping aside Ginger, hurried to meet Katy standing in the doorway of her studio. "Hi, I'm Kat," she said as she extended her hand.

As they shook hands, he replied, "I'm Ethan -- thank you so much for taking the time to see me today."

Once inside the studio, Katy leaned against the massage table and asked, "So Ethan -- what brings you to Central Texas?"

"I'm a project engineer with Grainger Engineering -- we're civil engineers doing roads, drainage projects, water and wastewater plants, things like that," he said. "We're building a new water treatment plant for Comfort, and this is my first time to be the on-site project manager. It's a big promotion, and I'm very excited about the opportunity -- but jeez, it's kicking my butt."

Katy was actually beginning to like this kid. He was very handsome, obviously intelligent, and an absolute gentleman -- though she hoped he would stop calling her Ma'am. "Okay Ethan," she said. "I think I can probably help you. I'll step out on the patio for a minute, and if you'll just get completely undressed and then lay face down on the table." She patted the table and placed a clean folded towel in the center, implying he could 'drape' himself if he felt the need.

She returned several minutes later to find that he had faithfully followed her instructions, and as she had anticipated, he had forgone the towel, placing it back on the counter. His tall frame, naked as the day he was born, layout across the table, awaiting her tender touch.

She started to ask if there was anything in particular that needed her tender touch. But Ethan had already told her how hard he'd been working and about the stress of his first supervisory job -- added to the fact that his girlfriend was back home in Kansas -- so she knew what she needed to do.

Filling her hands with warm massage oil, she started on his shoulders before heading down his back to just past his waist. His bare bottom was so cute, she thought to herself, but she resisted for a moment, knowing that there was still plenty of time for that. Being at least a dozen years younger than her typical client, she was captivated by his muscular frame and overall body tone. It wasn't the middle-aged torso she had become accustomed to, and she surprised herself by how much she had missed the look and feel of a younger man and for that matter, how much she actually liked it.

Katy moved her oily hands from the young man's back to his arms and hands. Normally she would do the legs and feet before the arms, but she sensed that once she started on his legs, she would want him to flip over, and she would never get back to his arms as her interest might quickly be focused elsewhere.

She rushed her usual hand massage, skipped the scalp massage altogether, and quickly moved to the end of the table to start work on his legs. She stood first on the right side of the table while working on the right leg -- trying to keep her eyes trained on what she was doing. She then moved to the left side of the table for the other leg. She had him spread his legs a little further so she could run her hands all the way to the top of each leg. He moaned pleasurably with each pass of her hands as Katy allowed the back of her knuckles to lightly brush Ethan's scrotum on each upward stroke.

After several minutes on each leg, she stepped back and said, "Okay Ethan, you can roll onto your back now." And as he flipped over, Katy dropped her top and slowly walked back to the head of the table. Refilling her hands with oil, she lightly massaged both of his temples before placing both of her hands under the back of his head. Supporting his neck with one hand, she slowly drew the other oily hand forward up the back of his neck to the top of his head and then alternating with the other hand. She did this five or six times with each hand, all the while dangling her bare breasts closer and closer to his face with each pass.

Ethan did not take the opportunity to kiss or suck on Katy's exposed nipples hanging just inches from his face, but that didn't concern her, as most men generally didn't -- at least not on their initial visit.

Katy's eyes weren't on his face anyway, they were clearly focused about three feet further down his body, and she was very pleased watching his semi-flaccid penis rising to the occasion with each pass of her hands along the back of his neck and head. By the time he was about three-quarters hard, she figured that was good enough for her, and she knew she could quickly finish the job with the lightest touch of her oil-soaked fingers.

She gently rested his head on a clean pillow and moved down the table beside his waist. Then lightly running her fingertips up and down his now fully erect manhood, she playfully asked, "Do you mind?"

"Oh no, I don't mind at all -- that feels amazing," he gasped.

Katy gently wrapped a hand around him and very slowly started to stroke him as he dropped his hand to her bare leg and started gently running it up and down her thigh. "So, Ethan, you're from Kansas?" she said, trying to lure his thoughts, at least momentarily, away from what she was doing to his vertical extremity.

"Yeah, I grew up in Lawrence; my parents were both professors at the University of Kansas. I lived in Manhattan when I was a student at K-State, and ever since graduation, I've lived and worked in Topeka," Ethan tried to explain in between gasps for air as Katy's oily hands glided slowly up and down his throbbing penis.

"Well, I am originally from Kansas," Katy said as she had just about decided she was going to give Ethan a Sweet Bliss ending. Other than Rusty, she had never done that for a first-time client, but he was just so 'fucking cute,' she thought to herself, and besides, she would probably never see him again anyway.

"Oh really -- where?" Ethan asked, trying to delay his explosion for as long as possible.

"Wichita," she said calmly as she eyed the obelisk she was about to wrap her lips around.

"I was born in Wichita," Ethan said as he looped a finger under the strap of Katy's thong and ran his finger back and forth several times. "Or so they tell me anyway."

"What do you mean -- 'or so they tell you'?" Katy asked just as she began lowering her face to his crotch.

"I was adopted -- my parents adopted me at birth," Ethan said as he realized he was about to receive a very special conclusion to an absolutely amazing massage.

Katy suddenly stopped her stroke and abruptly raised her head. "What's your birthdate," she asked with a hint of fear in her voice.

"July 23^rd," Ethan responded, a little startled by the tone of her question.

Katy's hands flew from his penis as she staggered backward, "Ethan -- I'm your mother!"