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Masseur Life Part 2

The town house was nestled off a quiet side street, but the party inside was anything but. Lights glowed warmly from the windows, and music spilled out as I approached. Jenny opened the door before I could knock. "How’s business going?" she asked, flashing me that teasing smile that always kept you guessing. “The massage thing?”

I was too distracted, my eyes drawn to the lavishly decorated interior—over-the-top chandeliers, candles flickering everywhere, and the soothing murmur of running water somewhere in the distance. "Yeah," I muttered, still scanning the room. "I’m in between spaces. Need to find the right spa. “I replied as we made our way through the crowded house.

Jenny gave me a conspiratorial smile. “We must get you some new clients,” “Actually, come with me. I want to show you something. “She led me through a side hallway, away from the hum of the party, to a room that felt worlds away from the chaos outside. As she opened the door, I was met with an immediate sense of peace. The room was beautifully arranged—warm tones, spiritual art adorning the walls, and soft, flickering candlelight that made the whole space glow. In the center of the room was a massage table, the kind that invited you to surrender and relax completely, dr*ped in linens.

"Wow," I breathed, running a hand over the smooth leather of the table. "This setup is incredible." Jenny grinned. "It’s perfect, isn’t it? My personal sanctuary."

“It's quite the setup,” I remarked, as Jenny leaned “It cost a small fortune,” she whispered. “My husband’s a lawyer, you know. It has its perks.”

Her words immediately caught me off guard. Husband? I didn’t remember her ever mentioning one. And I definitely didn’t recall a ring on her finger. She must have noticed my hesitation because she leaned in close. "Don’t worry," she whispered her breath warm on my ear. "He’s not here tonight. Just our little secret.”

I nodded, still unsure, but followed her back out to the lounge. The party felt different now, charged with an energy I hadn’t noticed before. Jenny introduced me to a few people as her "friend and fellow massage therapist." In hindsight, the glances I received from some of the women were anything but casual, their eyes lingering a moment too long before they quickly looked away. Most were with their husbands, their conversations laced with subtle tension.

Jenny leaned in close, "Jan is definitely up for a bit of fun, she's been banging her gardener for over a year. She could use some attention. Her husband’s a bit… inattentive.” nodding to a woman across the room.

I was introduced to Jim and Jan a few moments later. Jan’s handshake lingered, her fingers holding onto mine a little longer than usual, and her gaze didn’t falter as she looked me over. Jim, her husband, seemed oblivious, smiling easily. “So you’re a masseuse are you, perfect timing, Jan’s been complaining about a stiff neck all week." He asked, half-joking.

"The therapy room is all set up," chirped Jenny. "Why don't you give it a test run for me?" "Hey, that’s a great idea," Jim smiled. "You said you were a bit stiff, honey. It's not every day you are offered a free massage." Jan and I stared at each other for a second. Jan smiled—her eyes meeting mine with a look I couldn’t quite read. It was equal parts invitation and challenge. “I suppose I could use a massage,” she said softly. I could feel my face going flush. This wasn't quite what I was expecting and it all seemed a little, well, sudden. But Jan was smiling and nodding yes. "Sure," I shrugged. "I need some practice anyway."

Jenny led us back to her therapy room. She gave me a quick tour of the space, whispering something to Jan before she slipped out. Jenny gave me a playful wink as the door closed behind her. The energy in the room shifted, growing heavier. I turned to Jan. “Do you want me to leave while you get ready?”

She shook her head, her hands already moving down the buttons of her blouse. “No need,” she said her voice low and steady. “I’m not shy. Besides, you’ll be touching my named body soon enough.”

There was a brief laugh between us, but the tension was undeniable. She undressed down to her underwear, and then lay on the massage table, her back exposed to me. As she settled in, she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, letting it fall away.

I took a deep breath, the scent of the room—candles and oils—mingling with the intoxicating warmth of her skin. I rubbed oil between my hands, feeling the heat build before placing them on her back. My touch was firm yet slow, my fingers kneading the tension from her muscles as I worked from her shoulders down to her lower back. Her soft sighs filled the room, each one making the air feel a little thicker, a little warmer. The more I touched her, the more I could feel her body respond—her back arching ever so slightly, her breathing becoming deeper, more relaxed.

Feeling her muscles respond under my touch, I used broad strokes, gradually increasing the pressure, letting her body guide me. With each pass, I could sense her shoulders softening, the tightness melting away as I focused on each problem area.

"That feels incredible," Jan murmured. "Would you like me to focus on any other areas?" I asked, my voice calm, soothing. "Everywhere," she whispered her eyes half-closed, lost in the sensation.

As my hands roamed lower, I let them slip beneath the sheet, gliding over the curve of her hips. She parted her legs slightly, a subtle invitation for me to explore further. My fingers brushed against her thighs, moving with deliberate slowness. Her breath hitched, and I felt the tension between us grow even more palpable.

I glanced at the door, my pulse racing, before turning my gaze back to Jan’s body, dr*ped only in the thin sheet. There was a tension in the air, charged with anticipation, and I felt it too—an unspoken understanding passing between us. Her body language, the way she moved beneath my hands, was clear. She wanted something more intimate.

Breaking the silence, I whispered, “What did Jenny say to you before she left?” Jan let out a small laugh, her voice thick with pleasure. “She said she’d keep my husband busy so I could… enjoy myself.”

I smiled to myself, feeling the excitement between us rising. “Is that code for something?”

She turned her head slightly, giving me a coy smile. “Something nice, I hope,” she whispered.

In one fluid motion, she slipped off her bra entirely and turned over exposing herself fully, her gaze meeting mine once more. Her body language said it all. “This massage is doing wonders,” she murmured. “But I wonder… do you offer any extra relaxation techniques?” Her voice was playful, but the desire behind it was real.

I pressed her back onto the table, her breathing becoming labored as my fingers grazed her skin. Slowly, teasingly, I slid my hand beneath the soft sheet, feeling the warmth of her body as I caressed her ass, fingers lingering just enough to part her legs ever so slightly. The anticipation built with each delicate movement as I traced my way up her leg, inch by inch, savoring every quiver of her response. When I reached her inner thigh, her muscles tensed in anticipation, and I slipped my hand between her legs, my fingers finding her wetness. I watched her arch her back and moan, the sound sending shivers through me, my pants unable to contain my own excitement.

As I massaged her, her hand dropped down, her fingers reaching for my groin. She found the growing bulge in my pants, fondling me as she twisted on her side. She grabbed my pants, and pulled them down, releasing my cock, which sprang into view almost slapping her across the face. She giggled again, took a firm grip and guided me into her mouth.

Jee. Sus. Christ! This felt fucking unbelievable! She sucked cock like a rampant teenager, lapping at my shaft and sucking the end of my cock like a professional. She clamped her legs around my hand and pushed herself hard against me, increasing her pace, and this was quickly turning into a massage made in heaven. I secretly sent a little prayer of thanks to the Gods for blessing me, and for Jenny who was partying out there with an oblivious Jim somewhere.

As her body convulsed, legs shaking, short of breath, Jan incredibly kept me deep in her mouth the whole time. I was happy to help muffle her orgasmic release in any way I could. As I could feel myself about to explode, Jan pulled me in and took me into her throat, swallowing every last ounce of me.

She released me and I dropped back into a chair in the corner, cock still waving in the air, glistening with the spoils of a job well done. Jan was smiling from ear to ear at me from the table, her hair a mess, face flush with excitement.

"Can I book you for a regular session?" she grinned. "My husband says I need to relax more." We dressed and went our separate ways that night, but would see each other again very soon.