Jody slowly took off her clothes in the small changing room at TriCities Health Club. Her head was splitting with a headache she’d had since lunch... just after a long phone call with her “lover”.
It had been over six months since they had run into each other at a favorite bar of hers, her husband’s, and their friends. Just one brief ten minute talk at the bar, while they waited for drinks, and both had felt the electricity jump between them like bolts of lightning. A simple touch on her hand when they said good-bye, made Jody feel like she’d been branded with a hot poker. The business card he slipped into her palm was seen by no one, not even her husband standing three feet away.
She could not get his face, his touch, or his voice out of her mind for weeks following the encounter. She had never had an affair in twenty years of marriage... in fact, never even kissed another man beyond the requisite New Year’s pecks with friends. So, it was no surprise that she never looked at the card he had given her. But, she never threw it away, either. One day, while laying on the couch reading a book, her kids at their friends houses, her husband working out of town...Jody suddenly had a vivid image of Rein smiling into her eyes, and she quickly got up to get the card hidden away in her desk drawer.
“Joseph Richards... Sales Manager... Kubota Equipment”... and written in pen... “please call me anytime, Jody, at this pager number....”
Smiling and shaking slightly, without the slightest idea of what in the world she would say to this near stranger... she had called the number and in less than five minutes, he had called her back. Incredibly, there was no more awkwardness talking to him then than when they stood at the bar weeks before. In fact, they talked for over two hours, like the oldest, closest friends. But, even in that first of many calls that followed, there were secrets divulged... certain passions hinted... that had left her feeling like she had just experienced hours of intense foreplay. Alone in her house, Jody had taken a long bath after their phone conversation, masturbating slowly and sensuously with her eyes closed, imagining it was his touch, not her own, that brought her to two gut wrenching orgasms.
So now Jody looked forward to 40 minutes of relaxation and massage that might relieve the pounding in her head. Joe had told her his gift for her 42nd birthday was a free workout and massage at the club he belonged to not far from her office. She had used the workout a week after her birthday, but had not had time for the massage until today, almost a month later. As she lay face down on the toweled table, Jody smiled thinking that Joe could be fifty feet away right now, sweating and pumped up as he wrestled iron in the weight room adjacent to her private room. Amazingly, they had never again seen each other in the six months since their chance meeting at “Chases”.
Jody felt a brief, cool breath of air across her back as the door to her room opened and closed. Somewhat shy, she kept her face down in the contoured headrest as her therapist moved to the table and greeted her.
“Good afternoon, Mrs. Keene. I apologize for my hoarse whisper, but I’ve just gotten over a bad head cold and it must have moved to my throat. My name is Kyle, and since this is our first time together, you must give me a lot of feedback as to your preferences. Some like very firm, others quite gentle. I can usually tell by your reactions, but please speak up if something is uncomfortable, okay?”
Jody was at first surprised by the odd sounding voice. It almost was a dangerous, seductive style that brought goosebumps to her skin. But, as he completed his little introductory speech, she felt relaxed by the tone and slow cadence the therapist had used.
“Please call me Jody,” she mumbled through the hole under her face. “And I’m sure whatever you do will be great, but I promise to tell you the best and worst. I should tell you first, I have a splitting headache and I’m praying your massage helps it disappear.”
“Ahh, I’m glad you spoke up. I’ll begin at your neck and shoulders, which usually is the cause of most headaches anyway, then move to the back and top of your head. The oil I use is a herbal mix that is very good for your scalp and hair roots, and don’t worry about your appearance leaving. I end your session with a shampoo and blow dry.”
He had moved around to the head of the table and Jody could now peek through the hole and see his black Nike’s, black low socks, and tan, muscular calves to lower thighs. He had been warming the oil into his palms as he talked, and the first touch Jody felt was a slow circular pressure from his palms over her upper back and neck. She felt the muscles contract involuntarily, then gradually relax. His fingers gripped and kneaded as he spread the pressure out to each shoulder cap, then used the heels of his hands to move back over her shoulder tendons to her neck. A small moan escaped her, and she thought it sounded like it came from another person.
“Too deep, Jody?”
“No, Kyle. Perfect. I promise it won’t be that sound you hear when it hurts,” she giggled.
He added more oil to his palms and began working up the neck tendons, lifting her hair out of his way. His strong fingers kneaded deep into her scalp all the way to the crown of her head. Jody felt the throbbing in her temples dissipate with each passing minute, as his hands and fingers worked their magic from her temples, to her crown, and back down her neck. She could never remember being this relaxed in just a matter of five minutes in her whole life. He continued the exquisite varying of pressure and location as Jody felt the edges of sleep closing on her.
“Okay, Jody. I know by your breathing that you are almost in Never Never Land, but I want you to turn over so I can continue working just on the head and headache for awhile longer. Keep your eyes closed so that the oil doesn’t irritate you.”
Again, the soft, whispering voice fit perfectly with her near dreamlike mood, and Jody smiled as she rolled over, grabbing her towel to cover her breasts as she did. It wasn’t necessary. Kyle had turned to his supplies rack to give her a moment of privacy. Then his fingertips were on her forehead, gently moving in firm circles to her temples, over her brow, cheekbones, jawbone, and neck. God, this feels unbelievable, she thought, I need ninety minutes, not forty. As he re-oiled and draped a warm, rolled towel over her forehead and eyes, he pulled back her hair and began massaging into her scalp, he seemed to hear her thoughts.
“I noticed on your reservation that it was ‘comped’ by Mr. Richards. Do you work with him, or are you just friends? And, by the way, if you don’t have to be anywhere, his referrals earn a double shift... eighty minutes instead of forty.”
“Oh, I met Joe through mutual friends and, no, I can definitely work in the eighty minute session, Kyle. How well do you know Joe?”
“I’ve known Mr. Richards all my life it seems. We go way back. He and his two partners built this club after they retired from ball in 1985,” the therapist replied, his fingers never stopping as they traveled back from her hairline.
“Wow”, Jody whispered, almost matching the hoarse voice of her therapist. “I guess I really don’t know him very well. He sort of looks like a jock, but not ‘beefy’ enough to be a pro football player. And he’s an owner, huh?”
“Yep. Says it costs him less to build the place than pay all the fees that would result from getting rid of that ‘beefiness’”, laughed her masseur. Jody smiled under her face towel, thinking of Joe being so modest in their chats. I’ve bought you a free pass to the health club, my ass, thought Jody.
He continued with absolutely no hurry moving his fingertips through her hair and deep into her scalp. Again, Jody felt like she was on the edge of consciousness, a warmth spreading now from her head down her whole body. She knew her nipples were erect and wondered if they showed through the terry cloth towel, then realized she couldn’t care less if they did. Then his hands moved down the sides of her neck, out over her shoulder blades, and around to her collarbone. Another small groan, then a thought suddenly swam into her head.
“I just wondered, Kyle, are you one of Joe’s partners by chance?”
“Hm, you could say that, yes,” he replied. “Why?”
“Just a thought. Your hands feel like maybe you played some ball, too,” she said, thinking about the peek she stole of his well developed legs.
“Okay, to get the right balance here we need to have you turn over again, Jody,” he said, again turning away to his supplies.
This time, as she raised up and rolled over, Jody took a long look at the therapist with his back to her. God, what a body this guy has, she thought to herself. But most interesting was his distinctive short, curly, salt and pepper hair and firm jaw line she could see from the side. Okay, ‘Kyle’, two can play this game, she thought.
With her head again facing down through the table, Jody felt him move to the foot of the table, then his freshly oiled hands work gently into her calves. With his thumbs pressed into her tight muscles, and fingers wrapped around to her shins, he worked his strong hands down over her ankles to her feet. Then, lifting one at a time, he worked his fingers over the tops, while his thumbs pressed into her soles. Jody suppressed a giggle when he began to separate and massage each sensitive toe.
“Sorry,” her therapist hoarsely whispered, “a little too firm, huh?”
“It’s okay,” Jody mumbled, “Not too firm, I’m just a bit sensitive down there, but don’t worry... it feels wonderful.”
He moved away from her toes and began a deeper massage of her heel and outer edge of the sole. Jody was still a bit tense, but felt the warmth of his hands travel all the way to her belly.
“The feet and hands have more nerve endings and ‘correlation points’ than any other part of your body,” he softly lectured as he worked. “If you can get by the tickling feeling, you’d be surprised at how touches here affect other areas.”
Determined to experience what he claimed, Jody relaxed and let her mind float. His thumbs moved from her heel up her arch and over the ball of her foot, first in a deep circular motion, then back down in long, softer strokes. Her foot flexed in an involuntary response and again she felt the quick urge to laugh, but let the feeling go and move, as he predicted it would, up her leg to the rest of her body.
“Hmmm,” she moaned.
Back down to her heel, then up the arch, out over the ball... he repeated the thumb massage, getting less deep each time. Then he pulled her toes back and massaged at their base, her most sensitive spot. Despite her ‘meditation’, Jody bit into the padded table to keep from giggling out loud. Seemingly knowing her feelings, Kyle kept working the area, but soothed her with his words.
“This soft skin is loaded with nerve endings, Jody. a deep massage sends warm signals up your legs throughout your body. Lighter strokes can send a pleasant shock directly to... well your ‘center’. He softly chuckled at the last remark as he let the nail of one finger trail back and forth from just below her little toe across to the base of her big toe. Her foot slightly jerked as she let out a muffled giggle, but tried hard to concentrate and feel what he spoke of. Oh wow! she thought, experiencing exactly the charge of current he predicted, shooting up the inside of her ankle and inside her thigh, to a pulsing throb in her clit. Unconsciously, she pressed her hips down trying to get contact where the ‘itch’ was begging for relief. It was ironic, she thought, that her only question ten minutes before was what she was going to do if and when his hands moved to her breasts. But now, the guy hadn’t even gotten close to her breasts or pussy and she was soaking wet and unstoppably aroused.
Again, intuitively reading her emotions, he added more oil to his hands and began working back up her ankles, calves, and behind her knees. Oh shit, she thought, Here we go again. Another “please don’t touch’ area. But, her mental control had improved, and Jody fought off the first tickly sensations behind her knees and relaxed to allow the spreading warmth go where it would. Deep massage with heels of his hands, followed by kneading fingers as he moved ever so slowly up the backs of her thighs. When his thumbs were gently working into her hamstrings, his fingers massaged both the outer and inner flesh of the thigh. Jody just kept her eyes closed and let the sensations wash over her like a warm rain. As he slid higher, he folded the towel draped over her butt up onto her back. Forty minutes ago, Jody might have balked at having her bare ass exposed... but not now. I’m yours, cowboy. Go where you wish, she giggled to herself.
The masseur moved to the side of the table and continued working her upper thigh, then outside of hips, then deep massage with heels of hands into her gluteus muscles. From the side, this caused a slight rolling of her hips, and a delicious sensation as her pubis moved against the padded table. As he firmly pressed into her tailbone and the top of the crack of her ass, Jody gasped when her swollen clit was pressed into the towel and she felt a first spasm of the orgasm that had been tantalizing her since the foot exploration. As if teasing her, Kyle’s hands let up the firm pressure and lightly stroked over her butt and down the backs of her legs.
Pulling the towel back down over her butt and thighs, he started working his way up her back. After the intensity of his last erogenous areas, Jody welcomed the relaxing deep massage up her spine and over her shoulders. But even this “safe” area did little to stop the throbbing he started in her center.
“Okay, Jody. We’re on the homestretch, but a long way to go. Time to flip again.” The masseur, as before turned away as she raised herself up and turned onto her back. This time, it was she who rolled the towel over her eyes.
“I like the darkness when you are working on me,” Jody explained. “if it’s okay with you, Kyle.”
“Your choice, but a good one,” he answered, turning back to the table and working new oil into his hands. It didn’t go unnoticed to him that Jody had draped the towel low over her hips, leaving her exquisite breasts wide open to her masseur.
Moving behind her head, Kyle lifted one arm and extended it, fully stretched out behind her. Starting with each finger, he worked then to the palm and wrist. Again as predicted, Jody felt the warmth move down her arm, and across her breasts, making her already turgid nipples ache in response. This time, there was no guessing about what Kyle could view in her responses. His strong hands continued over forearm, elbow, and upper arm to shoulder, before he gently laid her arm against her side and began anew with the other one.
Applying more oil to his hands, he then began on her shoulders and collarbone, with his fingertips over the top of edge of her breasts. Leaning over her, he worked the palms oh is hands, more gently this time. over the outside of her breasts and down her sides to her hips, and then back up with soft circular strokes. Jody could feel her breathing change as her pulse quickened. Sliding his hands across just under her breasts, she felt the knuckles of his thumbs barely graze each nipple and the sharp intake of breath at the touch. Again, teasingly, he moved away and down over her abdomen and rib cage with gentle but firm open palm strokes, his fingertips stopping at her pubic hairline, and then moving out across her hip bones.
Very professional, thought Jody, wanting or at least dreaming of a lot more “unprofessional” touches to quell the yearning in her aroused body.
After what seemed like hours of exquisite torture, he slowly moved his palms back up her sides to the outsides of each breast. Then pressing together, he rotated the palms gently while sliding the oily surface over each globe and her erect nipples. Jody pulled her knees up in a reflex response to the electric charge his hands brought to her nipples.
“You know, Kyle,” she whispered through her moan, “I actually know Joe a little better than I let on earlier. We’ve never been together, both married and all, but we have shared intimacies. Jody reached up and pulled the rolled towel off her eyes, staring up into the handsome face she remembered well from months ago.
“Really,” he replied with a small grin, continuing the slow massage over her breasts. “I’m not sure what ‘sharing intimacies’ means, but I do know that Joe certainly does have a love of beautiful women, so I’m not surprised.”
Okay, thought Jody returning his smirk, we’ll keep playing if that’s your wish.
“Is it totally forbidden and unlawful for a client to ask for a kiss during massage therapy, Kyle? There’s just something about the relaxing way you are working on my pectoral muscles that make me want that as an ‘enhancement’.”
Without answering her, he bent over from behind and gently brought his mouth to her slightly parted lips. He felt her pull at the back of his head, urging a deeper kiss, her tongue sliding between his lips, as he continued the slow massage. Using just his thumbs and forefinger, he rolled each erect nipple, gently pulling up then sliding his oily fingertips back down and around her aroused aureoles. Jody was moaning as she explored his mouth with her tongue. Slowly, he pulled his face away from hers, and smiling as he stared into her eyes, he slid his strong hands down from her heaving breasts, over her stomach, and splayed his fingers wide as he stroked firmly her hips to the tops of her thighs. Jody, who had pulled her knees up, now let them fall to the side as his fingers kneaded the tender flesh where her inner thighs met her mound.
“You know, Jody,” he whispered, “sometimes a deep massage followed by the lightest stroking generates the most intense nerve responses. Should I show you?”
“Please,” she murmured into her arm laying across her face.
Moving to the side, he very lightly traced all five fingertips on each hand over her outer lips and up through her pubic hair, and from each hip bone over her lower tummy. The jolt from his touch to her open lips, to the nerve tingling feathery touch of her tummy was mind blowing. The ticklish area around her navel caused her bite into her arm, but she fought it back and reveled in the sensations. She put her hands under her head with elbows stretched out, as his fingers lightly explored up the center of her abdomen, the teased up her sides under her arms. Any other time, Jody would have shrieked at these touches and clamped her arms over his hands, but today she giggled softly and absorbed every delicious tingle. She could feel her juices pouring out between her lips and running down between her thighs.
Slowly his fingertips tickled their way across her breasts, teasing each nipple as the passed over. Then he flicked them lightly for several minutes, before tickling again back down her center. The feathery strokes were getting more intense, instead of less, and as they again drifted over her lower tummy, Jody couldn’t stifle her laugh. Undaunted, the masseuse continued down through her hair, with one fingertip sliding over her spread outer lips, just barely making contact with her engorged clit.
“Ohhhhhhh.” Jody groaned through her laughter.
His finger slid to the bottom of her lips and gently moved inside her slippery vagina. Jody’s hips bucked up off the table as his fingertip caressed the wall behind her clit, and his thumb gently ran circles around it on the outside. It was too much. All the hour plus of sensory overload, followed by this exquisite massage to her most sensitive spots brought a tidal wave of orgasm to its peak. As the spasms rolled one over the other for a full minute and finally began to subside, he lowered his face to her spread legs and began moving his tongue where his thumb had just been. Keeping up the gentle massage inside her, he softly swirled the tip of his tongue up and down each side of her clit. Jody usually could not stand such contact right after an orgasm, but he seemed to know just how to avoid the tip and excite without aggravating the swollen tissue. The second rush came on faster and harder than the first, and within seconds she felt her stomach wrench as the next orgasm exploded throughout her body. Jody’s hands subconsciously went to her breasts and her fingers squeezed each nipple as the orgasm peaked and slowly ran itself out. After several minutes to get her breathing restored, Jody finally spoke.
“God almighty, Joe. Those are so far and away the most incredible orgasms I’ve ever had... I can’t remember second place. You are amazing, and I can’t believe you never mentioned your skill as a masseur.”
“My pleasure, Mrs. Keene, and I mean that sincerely,” he smiled down at her perspiring, glowing face. “But, we obviously overloaded your brain. You just called me Joe.”
“Okay. Okay,” she laughed. “Great gag, including the towel over my face and shy turning away, but there is nothing blocking my view now and my memory of your face and body really can last more than six months.”
“Oh that,” he laughed. “I guess I was a little misleading about my relationship with Joe. He’s my twin brother. We even played in the same backfield in college. I am a partner in the club and now I really am sorry about the confusion. I feel like I stole a part of you from him. Please forgive me, Jody, I really didn’t know what you thought.”
Holy shit, what now? thought Jody. Turning red with embarrassment, if not from the past hour of sensory bliss, she looked up to meet his “pleading puppy dog” face. Then they both burst out laughing, Kyle doubling over and collapsing across her legs.
