The Art of Relaxation (closed to ShowDolly1)

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The Art of Relaxation​

Miranda sighed as she laid on the foldaway Massage table. She was nude, other than just her simple cotton sports thong under the tower, that was delicately laid across her firm bum cheeks. Her eyes were closed as she felt the sensations as Debbie massaged her back and shoulders. As she looked forward every now and then, she saw Debbie’s crutch inches from her eyes, covered in a pair of sassy printed leggings.

She had had a busty week, with a court case that lasted three days, and another one in the following week, with the same judge. She had graduated from Law school around ten years ago, and had worked in the Big Apple, for a successful law firm. She had enjoyed the first few years, it was fun, challenging, but well paid. And so she could afford the Big Apple, and what it had to offer.

But then almost as soon as it started, the fun ended, with the financial crises ten years ago. She continued to work, but for a reason she couldn’t quite put her finger on, the fun had gone, it was toooo competitive, to stressful, and well the money didn't quite keep in pace with the stress.

And so she had a holiday and returned home to the midwest, close to Yellowstone, and the wilderness that part of America had to offer. Her parents were aging, and so she made the decision to move back.

That was a couple of years ago. She now worked for a medium sized law firm as a senior lawyer. She was still single, and was happy with that, she had slowly found a couple of friends with benefits. But she missed the soft tender touch of a loving female.

One of the reasons she saw Debbie. They had first started in the local upmarket gym/spa complex that Miranda was a member off. But after a few visits Miranda cheekily suggested that she should freelance, see Miranda at home. Miranda would save $25 per session, and Debbie would earn an extra $25 per session, a win-win situation. But she also realized that she was becoming fond of Debbie, as they joked, laughed and teased each other, Miranda had even started to slightly flirt with her, but felt that Debbie wasn’t reciprocating.

Maybe she should change her masseuse.

“Oh that’s the spot Debbie, just there mmmmmmm”


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Debbie had been wanting to break into the independent sector for a while, so though Miranda was the first to inquire she certainly wasn't the only client interested. The gym/spa hadn't made the brunette sign a non-compete waiver, so Debbie quickly began notifying most of her regular clients that she was now available freelance, and giving out her business card.

Miranda was one of her favorites, though. Miranda's body was slimmer than Debbie's, her breasts smaller, her legs and arms thinner. All of those differences were... somewhat intriguing to Kirsty. The fact that the girl liked a full massage - one where the masseuse was encouraged to palpate all the way to the ends of every muscle - certainly fed that intrigue.

Debbie was knocking on 30, but still single, and definitely looking. She wasn't certain exactly what she was looking for, still. When, exactly, was the deadline for deciding that sort of thing? But massage was something Debbie was good at and it allowed her to meet all kinds of people -- and get her literal hands on them as well. It was fun, and sometimes even a bit of the secret kind of fun.

Her regular routine on a back finished, Kirsty worked for a while on Miranda's left leg, starting at her foot. Then she worked her calf, and her knee - clients who worked out or were runners or walkers really enjoyed Debbie's leg routine. Debbie began working Miranda's thigh, twisting the skin gently from the knee to the hip and back down again.

She used her fist first on the outside of the leg, working from the knee to the pelvic curve at the top of the hip, ,and then using her fingers to vibrate the muscle as she moved her hand back toward the knee. She repeated that motion a hands-width inward, until she was at the inner thigh moving from the knee to the groin and the panty-line. As she began to press and jiggle her fingers in order to vibrate that inner thigh muscle, Miranda began to moan.

Debbie did it again, only slower, stopping her fist every few centimeters. At the top of the muscle, where the inner thigh muscle attaches to the pelvis, Kirsty held her fingers on the muscle attachment. She moved her fingers in a circular motion and slowly pulled downward towards Miranda's knee again. Both the relaxing of Miranda's muscles and the vocal and breathing cues she was giving let Debbie know that her client was in true heaven.

Debbie started to do the same routine on the right leg.

"Your inner thigh is pretty tight there, hun. That's a huge stress indicator. Is everything okay? Is there something more I can do to help?"

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Miranda had turned over, as Debbie requested, and now laid on her back, her head on a pillow as she looked at Debbie, the two of them chatting every now and then.

Her breasts were small, a B cup, and firm, pert. Her exercise routine ensured that she was well toned and relatively fit. She loved to have her Massage on a Sunday morning, after a hike in the hills on Saturday and possibly a ride on her road bike on the Sunday morning.

Her nipples were large, and sensitive, a slight movement of cool air was enough to get them semi-hard, especially her left one. She laid there with the towel over her crotch, watching Debbie work her magical stuff on her, feeling her fingers move closer to her crotch.

She sighed deeply, as she imagined her fingers pulling away from the towel, to reveal her white cotton sports thong, which would almost certainly reveal her camel toe, her juices making the cotton slightly translucent.

"Your inner thigh is pretty tight there, hun. That's a huge stress indicator. Is everything okay? Is there something more I can do to help?"

Miranda shuddered slightly with the request. She wanted an orgasm, but an orgasm given to her by someone else, BOB had it’s limitations, it was purely a physical release. No kissing, nibbling, no hugging. But more importantly she wanted to seduce Debbie, but so far Debbie had pretty much ignored her cheeky flirty comments.

“Was out hiking yesterday in the spring sun, and well chose a new path with quite a steep climb, that’s probably the main reason.”

She paused as she looked at Debs in her loose black racerback sports bra, the spaghetti straps of her yoga bra clearly displayed. She did find those unconventional bras very alluring, she had a small selection herself.

“Nothing that a good fuck will solve!” Miranda commented grinning, as she replied in her usual slightly forward brash manner.

But she closed her eyes as her mind wander, or wondered, both would be apt, as she felt those strong muscles on her thigh.

Debbie almost snorted.

"Who couldn't?" With a grin was all she could say. With that, she finished Miranda's legs and moved to her arms. Wrist up past the elbow, across the collar bone, behind the shoulder and back down to the wrist - all in one smooth motion. Then the hand - fingers, palm, wrist... and the other side.

Finally, Debbie moved to the head of the table where she removed the headrest that she'd had Miranda skootch off of when she'd rolled over. Debbie worked on Miranda's neck, tilting her head to one side and then the other while she traced each neck muscle with her fingers. Then down her neck and breast bone Debbie worked her hands, stopping briefly in the center of the girl's chest to add pressure to the rib cage.

Briefly, for only a moment, Debbie worked her hands over Miranda's breasts it wasn't a fast movement, but it wasn't slow either. Down the top of the hill, the inside and scoop from the bottom to the outside, and back up. Debbie repeated this two or three times, accidentally brushing past Miranda's nipples on the last stroke.

Then it was time to work Miranda's face. There wasn't much talking going on during face and scalp working time, only little noises from the girl on the table and smiles from the girl working her.

"Okay sweetie. Take a nice deep breath in for me... and exhale slowly... and we are done! How do you feel?"

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“Who wouldn't?”

Miranda nodded and smiled “Ah so your young free and single as well Debs?” she asked for confirmation really. She suspected that she was but wasn’t quite sure.

As Debs just nodded with a “Yep, sadly” Miranda closed her eyes as she felt Debbie’s fingers on her form, at times her touch was so light, it was sensual, a slight raking of her flesh with her fingernails, the accidental brush of he areola, her nipple.

But this was getting too much for Miranda, as she opened her eyes and tried to look down as Debs followed her routine, finishing with the head, and neck. Her breaths were slightly short deep as she tried to control her natural urges, her clit tingling, desiring to be touched, kissed nibbled.

“That feels good Debs… Thank you”

"Okay sweetie. Take a nice deep breath in for me... and exhale slowly... and we are done! How do you feel?"

“Good, bloody good” she replied, partially telling the truth, but she also felt uncomfortable. She turned and sat on the side of her massage table, allowing her towel to fall away exposing the black waistband of her thong, and a hint of the white gusset.

“I forgot to ask, how is your little business venture doing? Got enough yet for your Sports Massage course?”

She stood up and walked carefree to the side where she had left her water bottle and took a sip as she turned to face Debbie, her form exposed to her masseuse.

"Ah, slow but steady I suppose." Debbie recovered a bottle of water for each of them from the mini-fridge and set Miranda's down on the night stand near her. She acted naturally, though the other girl stood practically naked only feet... inches, at times, away from her. The therapist had learned to follow the lead of the client when it came to matters of modesty.

The eyes - as long as they feel like you're comfortable looking them in the eyes...

"I've been looking at picking up a few extra outside clients though, if you know of anyone. I give discounts for referrals. I just hope I don't end up needing to take a part-time job over the summer. But I'm sure I'll manage it somehow."

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Miranda nodded as she sipped her water, totally at ease in her own home, being almost naked apart from the thong, which at that moment in time wasn’t hiding much. She always got slightly aroused in a massage, and then if the masseuse was handsome, or cute, even more so.

“Well let's hope so Debbie,” she stated as she took another sip of water.

“Remind me, how much is it that you need for the first payment?”

She turned and stepped to the chair where she had left her robe and picked it up, wrapping it across her, before tying the belt with a simple knot.

"And I may have a couple of friends who may be interested, do you offer an introductory session? They would probably visit you in your home."

"The first payment is $400 and there are three of them due before the end of the summer if I'm going to take it in the fall. That first payment is due in two weeks and I'm still only a little beyond halfway there. As far as new clients go, if they ask I usually either offer 25% off of an hour or a $10 half hour upper body introduction. But if they ask I don't usually offer it." Debbie said that with a laugh. She couldn't remember if she'd offered the discount to Miranda or not since they'd met through the spa.

"But I've also been thinking of adding some perks to my regular massages, like mini-facials and paraffin wax, maybe even hot towels and things like that. Is there anything extra like that you might be interested in paying for if it was available?"

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The room filled with Miranda giggling at Debbie’s introductory comment, “Yeah makes perfect sense…

“So you have $400 of a $1400 target?” she stated quietly.

And then Miranda perked up at her next statement.

"But I've also been thinking of adding some perks to my regular massages, like mini-facials and paraffin wax, maybe even hot towels and things like that. Is there anything extra like that you might be interested in paying for if it was available?”

“Ohhhh quite possibly” as she looked at Deborah.

“Fancy a coffee, I’m about to make myself one?”

Debbie followed her into the kitchen, Miranda knowing that Debbie didn't see anyone else on A Sunday Morning.

As she started to prepare the Espresso machine she turned to face Debbie who had plonked herself on a chair…

“What exactly are you offering? I remember hearing from a boyfriend that some masseuses would sometimes offer a ‘happy ‘ending for a large ‘tip’.” she joked grinning. But she knew it was true in some places and wondered if any female Masseuse would offer such a 'thrilling ending?'

“But seriously, I would love to be pampered one day, a facial massage, hot towel and even someone else to do my weekly shave….”

And then she turned back to making the coffee.

Debbie laughed. "Well sure, for the right amount and the right customer." She'd assumed it was mostly a joke, and was "mostly" joking right back.

"Technically, I'm not allowed to do a shave. But I can use a hair removal cream and rub the hair right off of you." The girls stood close, nudging one another as they joked and insinuated things that Debbie didn't think they were actually talking about.

"I could pull most of that off, sure. I can do sugar scrubs, and foot baths, reflexology... and most of those things don't even take extra materials or equipment. That's the kind of upgrade I'm looking to offer this time, so I'm not out extra money on providing it that I have to recoup before I make any towards my school. I'm pretty much willing to offer anything that my clients are looking for at this point. If I don't already know it, I'm willing to learn it!"

Debbie nodded decisively and went to washing her hands up to her elbows in the kitchen sink. She was tossing around in her mind all of the ways in which she might put her hands on Miranda's body, what kinds of different lubricants she might could use or need, and what areas of a woman's body might want extra attention, and of what sorts. What would I want done if it was ME on the table?

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Miranda heard Debbie get up from her chair as she spoke, and headed to the sink, in all probability to wash her hands from the jasmine-scented oil that Miranda provided. That was the advantage of having a home call, it was away from the constraints of a spa, a gym, and so possibly more ‘treatments’ may be available?.

She turned and looked at Debbie, with a grin smile.. "For the right amount? and what would that be young lady? $500?? she asked with a cheeky smirk. Deep down though Miranda was being kind off serious. She did get aroused, when having a massage, and as she and Debbie formed that closer rapport, even friendship, the more she was intrigued. Every massage left her aroused, wet. She knew that, she could feel her clit tingling, her nipples aching to be gently pinched, to have her magical spot caressed, massaged from within. Miranda was longing to be touched by a female again, yearning for it. The messages helped, but not enough. She imagined laying on her front, Deb's fingers massaging into her flesh, her tight muscles, moving towards her sides, her breasts squished outwards with her body weight on them, feeling Deb's fingers touch the sides of her swells gently, enough to let Miranda know, but not enough to break the legality issues. Where there any if the massage took place in her home? Then the thought of a body t body massage flashed through her mind, feeling Debbie's breasts rub against her back, their bodies covered in the scented oil, the usual mellow music being played on her stereo adding to the atmosphere the ambiance.

And then her bum cheek, the cheeky credit card swipe between her muscular bum cheeks as she felt the lower vulva, feeling her dampness, her arousal. And then being asked to turn over, Miranda obeying, parting her legs, her labia glistening, but not from the oil, the scent of her sex, her heat, her nipples stood to attention, aching to be touched, pinched, nibbled on. As she had those thoughts she shuddered.

She would also gladly return the compliment; and more if she could. She remembered her message just, how teasing Debbie was at times, pushing the limits of the legality to the limit. She shouldn't touch certain parts of the body, that forbiddenness just made it even more desirable.

"But the shave, well... I wouldn't object if you felt comfortable. " meeting her eyes, her nipples now fully erect, a mixture of the conversation and the soft fabric of the towelling rubbing against them as she made their coffees.

She handed Debbie her coffee and sipped hers as she leant against the worktop, looking at her, her toned legs, the curve of her breasts.

"Well, I would be interested in trying out a full session, a massage, a shave, and whatever else you think I would enjoy?"

With that, she thought back to the 'Happy ending,' but wasn't quite bold enough to repeat it, after all, Debbie's response was to joke it off. But that made Miranda want to propose it even more.

She inhaled deeply trying to dismiss the thought.

"Have you had many weird requests from your male clients?" she asked inquisitively before sipping on her coffee, as she held the cup in between both hands. Miranda was wondering if Debbie had pushed the limits with any of her male clients. That itself aroused her further. She was glad she had put her two favourite 'BOBs' onto charge that morning.


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Debbie flashed an evil grin and half-shrugged in acknowledgement.

"Well, I'm not sure if I'd say many, or even necessarily weird - most of them aren't weird. They just ask if I'll finish usually and motion at their dick, and a lot of times if I hesitate long enough they'll offer to pay extra. Usually doesn't take a whole lot of extra time or anything and it's easy money."

It wasn't something Debbie went around telling folks, but really - if he's on the table and asking, why the hell not?? It's not like it was difficult. Besides, it was kind of fun to be so in control like that.

"But hell yeah I'd do a heck of a lot for $500, especially cash on the spot. Tie me up, baby!" Debbie bent her knees together in a half-kneel, and lifted her fists up in the air together like they were tied together above her head, and laughed.

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Miranda gulped at Deb’s confession, a tingle down her spine. And then her apparent flippant comment regarding the $500 added to her as she took a sharp breath of air. She could understand the easy money if they are already aroused it probably won't take long.

“And how much do they tip you, Debbie, if you don’t mind me asking?”

She looked at her before breaking eye contact and sipped her coffee, at this rate she would need another one, and turned the espresso machine back on.

“Ever had a request for a body to body massage?” she asked shyfully.

Miranda was asking more than just a question or two. Debbie began to suspect that there was something she was actually trying to find out but didn't want to ask. Often, a customer will ask every surrounding question except the very one they actually want answered, so Debbie's experience had led her to start giving much more information than asked for after the first three or four questions.

"Usually how much they're willing to pay partly depends on what all they want exactly. I mean not a lot of guys ask for anything other than a hand job but sometimes they want you to catch their cum in your mouth or play with their asshole some... stuff like that... which sometimes I do but it depends on who it is and what kind of mood I'm in. So they tip based on that but also just on how well-off they are. I usually prod for more if they do $20, which is the least I've been offered for a simple hand job, but often they'll pay twice whatever the massage cost in the first place."

Then was an extra question and Debbie had to take a second to process what Miranda was asking. Body to body massage?

"Well..." Debbie poured herself another cup of coffee and prepared it slowly to give herself time to think of exactly how to answer that.

"I've done four handed massages, where another therapist and I are working on the same person. I've done massages where they wanted me to use a certain part of my body on theirs, like my feet or my chin or nose once. One guy asked me to rub my tits on his chest but I didn't do that. I let him pay me for the handjob and he never called again. I did sit on top of a guy straddle-style while I rubbed his chest and upper body once. He got hard underneath me and then asked for a hand job. That was fun."

Debbie smiled, remembering that client. It'd been a while and he'd paid her well, but he was a first time client and also a last time client. She didn't think he'd been local.

"But I don't know. I guess I'm not sure what you mean, body to body? Is it something you've heard of or saw somewhere or what?"

A moment of truth

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Miranda inhaled deeply as she listened to Debbie as she spoke about some of her ‘additional services’ and wondered if she had ever done anything with a female client. She also sensed from the sudden detail that Debbie was trying to answer a few questions, at once, possibly unasked questions?

But she took another sip of her coffee, licking the milk of her top lip as she continued to listen,

“Why didn't you rub your breasts on him?” she inquired hesitantly. “I mean everything else you do is outside the legal realms I suspect?”

She also thought of the tips. Her basic massage was around $60 plus depending on length etc. So a $40 tip would potentially double her ‘salary’ and that wouldn't necessarily go through her books for tax purposes. Miranda used to pay $100 in the spa, and Debbie got around $55 if she remembered correctly, though she now pays in blocks of 6 for $375, but gets her sixth free in effect.

She grinned, “I’d love to be a fly on the wall for some of your discussions and antics, could be quite an eye-opener. Ever been asked to do topless?!”
And then the straddling request piqued Miranda’s interest as she listened, the idea of Debs straddling her, a double ended dildo connecting them as she massaged her breasts sent a tremor down to her clit.

And then Debbie asked her directly about the body to body massage. “Yeah, a boyfriend used to experience them, the lady would remove her top and rub her breasts on his chest as she wanked him, or even before she started…

Then Miranda had a moment of madness, as she asked another question.

“What about any of your female clients, have they asked for any ‘specials?” blushing slightly as she did.

“Why didn't you rub your breasts on him?” she inquired hesitantly. “I mean everything else you do is outside the legal realms I suspect?”

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Debbie had just made an, "EWWW, GROSS!!!" face and shook her head no at Miranda at that. The guy was a creep, and ugly and gross and just... just, no.

The half-naked girl kept talking, and slowly Debbie began to realize what this was all about. Well, most of it.

And then she finally asked. She wanted a little more from their sessions. Of course!! Debbie had only missed it because she WAS a female. She just hadn't been paying quite enough attention. Likely, she could've gotten her fingers wet any time she'd decided to try. It just never crossed Debbie's mind. Wasn't something she'd ever done, and she really wasn't sure if she would or not.

Well, she probably would. Maybe. Depending on who it was and how it came up. But it WAS coming up. Right now. With THIS girl. This client who was also becoming a friend...

But then there was the question. Is that all Miranda was looking for? A nice, kinky massage for release? Or was there an attraction? And if there was, Debbie wasn't sure if she was comfortable with that... or not... but maybe? Who knew? Nothing else had worked, but she'd never thought... but how did that work, anyway?

"Well, no, I don't guess anyone has. I've had a few ask for more attention to their breasts, and I started brushing across the nipples of most all of my female clients as long as they become taut as I rub." Debbie shrugged, and her own voice grew quiet.

"But I'm sure we could work out whatever you'd like to try. Or... do." Debbie realized that she just wasn't sure if Miranda was experienced with this or as new to it all as Debbie was. "But you've just got to ask, because I can't read your mind." That was something she told her clients all the time about pressure, because it was true - unless you jump off the table in pain, there's no way to know if the pressure on your body is too light, just right, or much too heavy.

Speaking up is definitely the way to go in a massage session. Know what you want, and say so.

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Miranda laughed at the gross comment, knowing exactly what she meant. Some men, and women for that matter just grossed her out completely, an instant turn off. And they could be very handsome, or sexy. Often it was a comment, a look or both. But sure some men she just didn't find sexy at all.

But then she noticed a slight change in tact, a direction from Debbie ass he suddenly realised these questions were aimed at her directly, being aimed at Miranda Ward; and then her voice becoming soft quiet as she was clearly entering uncharted territory.

Miranda looked at her and smiled.

“Another coffee? And are you in a rush to leave?” Miranda asked shyly.

She finished her own coffee and started to grind the beans for a fresh one as she heard Debs agree to another coffee.

Miranda used the time to ponder, work out her next move. She was starting to like Debbie as a friend, and was even asking her to go out for lunch or dinner one day soon, even that lunchtime, she had no plans for the day. But she was also developing a slight crush on her, an attraction towards her.

But also how much of that was because she was desperate to be held, hugged by the softer fairer sex. And so her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as the only sounds heard in the kitchen was that of the coffee being made, the beans being ground, the steaming of the milk, the banging of the metal pot to remove the bubbles.

"But I'm sure we could work out whatever you'd like to try. Or... do." kept going through her mind as she tried to make sense of her feelings, her desires. She knew what she wanted to do, and that was to walk up to Debbie, pull her out of the chair, hold her and kiss her sensual lips. But that would freak her out for sure she assumed. But she also wanted at least a topless massage, even a happy ending. But clearly, she had never had any ‘sexual requests’ from females with the exception of nipple caresses.

“There you are…” Miranda offered with a smile as she gave Debbie her coffee, and then sat at the table opposite.

“And how do you feel when you make a man cum with your strong hands? A sense of power?” Miranda reached behind and removed the scrunchy from her hair, rolling it onto her wrist before letting her hair go, and then gathered it all back up, folding it into more of a bun and then reapplying the scrunchy.

A fresh cup of coffee in her hand, the atmosphere seemed to lighten a bit as Miranda shifted the conversation back to sex with the male persuasion. Massage, rather. Sexually tinted massage. Whatever.

Debbie giggled and fiddled with her coffee cup, and nodded in partial concession.

"Yeah, I guess. Maybe not so much power as being in control. Is that the same thing?" The women sipped their coffees and wondered where this conversation was going to lead.

"I guess I enjoy knowing I'm bringing pleasure, that I'm making my client feel so very good. It's a confidence booster for one major thing. And yeah, the power difference too I suppose is a factor. There's less danger to me if they are laying there helpless on the table, if that makes sense?"

Really, in thinking about male clients, Debbie intended to say that there wasn't a lot of chance of a rape or anything happening that was out of her control. Not that it was impossible, but it would certainly take some effort on the part of the client to change a hand job to a rape situation without her being able to do anything about it.

But were they even talking about a massage session any more, or just sex with a massage theme?

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Miranda nodded as she sipped her coffee, unaware that her robe had opened up slightly as she re-adjusted her hair.

“I guess its power on both sides? He because he is offering you a tip if you help him, and then when you agree, you have the power…?”

Miranda looked at Debbie as she spoke, her fingers started to fidget with a ring on her left hand.

“I guess I’m intrigued Debbie, by what your male clients ask for, but also what you would be prepared to offer to a female client with whom you have that rapport, chemistry?... her voice trailed of as she sought refuge in her coffee cup seeking the confidence to finish her sentence “Like us, Like me…”

She met Deb’s gaze for as long as she could till her confidence faded, and she turned away.