Massage conference

[kevinj3636]

Trevor recently completed his Massage Therapist training and hired by a national massage therapy organization to work in one of their spas nearby. After working in the location for 3 months, his manager asks to meet with him. She compliments his work, how he handles himself in the spa and tells him she has been asked to select one employee to travel to Las Vegas to attend the National Massage Therapy conference to be held at the Bellagio. All expenses will be paid. She asks that he attend and bring back ideas they can implement in their spa. She wants him to go to a few select meetings, visit a local spa or two, and meet with as many massage therapists as possible to get ideas to help improve their spa.

Help:
The possibilities are vast here. I appreciate any ideas to help move this story forward. Feel free to post those here, or PM me.

Thank you!

 

[TheWritingGroup]

He doesn't know what "yoni massage" means and signs up for a class?

-Annie

 

[Rob_Royale]

I like it. The only thing I would change is that the manager asks that he accompany her on this trip. That way you can write their adventures apart and together.

 

[MikeXIrons]

I've had a half-baked story (or series) percolating for a LONG time about a woman who trains to be a massage therapist... going to class, getting certified, getting a job or two, going to a conference, etc.

I love the idea of an innocent well-behaved woman finding herself in a tempting situation... that, through circumstances beyond her control... slowly becomes harder and harder to resist.

A woman goes to school to get certified as a massage therapist to make some extra money. The husband is jealous at the thought of his wife touching strange men, but, she assures him that it will mostly be older people who ned rehab for bad knees and hips. "There's nothing sexual about it you perv!"

The school is very professional and coaches them how to handle "inappropriate" requests, etc. The class includes several attractive young men and women. Our hero is the star pupil and is often chosen by the attractive instructor to be his demonstration partner. Often demonstrating on her, he calls other members of the class up to learn the new technique on her as well. She has to admit that, when laying nearly naked surrounded by the instructor and classmates, she can't prevent her body from reacting "inappropriately". The same is sometimes true when she spends the evening working on the muscular body of one of her classmates. Her husband is jealous when he hears about class, but, likes the benefits he's receiving - being her homework practice dummy and, he's noticed, the increased odds of sex when she comes home after class. She assures him he has nothing to be jealous of - she's a professional and if HE wasn't asking for happy endings the thought would never enter her mind.

The instructor has a really good paying gig that he does each year - traveling to Italy for an ultra-long multi-day relay bike race where the team bikes non-stop throughout the day and night... taking shifts competing and shifts in "the chase van" to sleep, eat, and have their muscles tended to by the professional masseur after each turn riding. Due to an unexpected death in his family, the instructor can't go, so offers the gig to his star student. It's an offer she can't turn down.

So, she finds herself in the team van massaging 4 muscular young men, one after the next. She calls her jealous husband back home and assures him he has nothing to worry about - she's a professional. He asks if they get hard. She says she doesn't know... she makes a point of not looking. He keeps asking. After the next massage, she peeks and tells him "Yes." He says "I knew you were looking!" She assures him that she never had until HE kept bringing it up.

She calls her girlfriend back home who giggles and teases her about the situation. Her friend peppers her with questions. "Yes, they are all totally hot - I'll send you a picture of the team" (The friend replies with just "Holy Shit!") Then, "Yes, they sometimes get hard when I'm working on them. Yes, I can tell they are big even under the sheet. Yes, I can't help but get wet. No, I'd never do anything unprofessional! Yes, it's torture... their bodies are so muscular! I need to get home to my husband for some release! No, I don't have any privacy in the van - there's the driver and passender seat, a bunk for a couple people to sleep and there's the massage cubby - not much else! Yes, there are some of them here now, but, no, none of them speak much English (at least I don't THINK so)... though, it's still strange to talk and text about this with them sitting right here."

After a couple days, the young men become more comfortable and bold, letting their hardons rage openly during massages. Sometimes they pull the sheet aside, leaving their hard dripping cock exposed. She has to surpress her desire to look and touch... and pulls the sheet back over it. (though, perhaps not immediately... and perhaps letting the sheet drag teasingly across as she moves it back into place).

The coach pulls her aside to explain they have a problem - the distraction of having a beautiful woman in the van is affecting their race. No one has any privacy in the van except when getting a massage... the coach suggests she help them find some "release"? She tells him that's inappropriate! (though, she tells her girlfriend how hard it is to take her eyes off their hardons while she's massaging them... and... maybe she spends more time on the inner thigh than she NEEDS to). The coach says he understands and will tell the team they have to take care of things themselves.

This gets a little mistranslated apparently because during her next massage the young man, after getting rock hard, reaches under the sheet and takes his cock in his hand, subtly stroking. She tries to remain professional and ignore it. She admits to her girlfriend later that night that maybe she spent extra time on the inner thigh and stomach then. And maybe she blushed at the hungry look he had in his eyes while he stared at her. And so, the rest of the team followed suit. She might have forgotten to tell her husband ALL the details that night - like the guy who, when reaching for his cock, pushed back the sheet leaving himself fully exposed - and how she pretended not to notice so she didn't have to put the sheet back in place.

On her call with her husband she is as open as she can be, not wanting to lie. She admits she's desperate to be with him again that, yes, she's behaving but, yes, the temptation is torture. He finds himself turned on by the calls with his wife and is turned on by the obvious lust and frustration in her voice (something he'd never heard before) and masturbates during the calls - which makes things even worse for her... and he seems to enjoy adding to her level of unfulfilled teasing. He teases her, knowing that she'd never cheat... but turned on by the idea that she's horny and unsatisfied. He's eager for her to return home after day after day of essentially foreplay.

Inch by inch she crosses lines - each one seemingly small on its own. She changes her focus from muscule-repair to release-assistance by roaming ever-so-close to inappropriate touching. She stops putting her hair up in a professional bun before their sessions... sometimes letting her long hair brush against their bodies. She becomes less quick to remove their hands from her body when they find their way there.

One biker is way too shy to be able to give himself release in front of her and is clearly suffering - and it's affecting his race performance.

The slippery slope continues... with the men getting more intimate massages, but her becoming even more frustrated herself. It's her husband who first suggests that maybe she won't be able to last the whole trip without needing some release herself. He's surprised at how lustfully she replies "Don't tease me with that!". He tells her "I gotta admit, I've been enjoying teasing you. You sound so sexy when you're horny. If I said it was ok to fuck one of those guys, would that be a tease?" Her moan in response was music to his ears and he thought he'd have a little fun teasing her some more with the idea... not realizing how close she was to crossing the line with or without permission. He tells her she should really help out the poor shy team member... maybe with just a little touch.

She lets her hand roam a bit. The shy boy doesn't last more than a minute. The husband doesn't last much longer than a minute when she confesses to him about it.

And further down the slipper slope she goes... and the husband was right... she wasn't able to resist getting satisfaction for herself before the end of the trip.

 

[Rob_Royale]

Well Mike, you got most of it done. May as well write it up and submit it.

 

[LiterallyLiterate]

Trevor recently completed his Massage Therapist training and hired by a national massage therapy organization to work in one of their spas nearby. After working in the location for 3 months, his manager asks to meet with him. She compliments his work, how he handles himself in the spa and tells him she has been asked to select one employee to travel to Las Vegas to attend the National Massage Therapy conference to be held at the Bellagio. All expenses will be paid. She asks that he attend and bring back ideas they can implement in their spa. She wants him to go to a few select meetings, visit a local spa or two, and meet with as many massage therapists as possible to get ideas to help improve their spa.

Help:
The possibilities are vast here. I appreciate any ideas to help move this story forward. Feel free to post those here, or PM me.

Thank you!

As you say, vast possibilities.

Have you given thought to what kind of category you want to write in? That might help you narrow it down a bit.
Just to add s smattering of topics, I have a short list of ‘new’ impulses for him to bring back.
Tantric massage?
Lingam massage? (Yoni has been mentioned)
Nuru massage?
E-stim? (Electrodes placed just right can give all sorts of interesting effects.)
Thai massage? (Granted, won’t work unless he’s short and skinny…)
I don’t know what it’s called, but there’s a couples’ type massage similar to Nuru where they simply roll around on an oil-covered mattress and just grind away.)

Second, it’s probably a good idea to decide some key characteristics of his personality. Is he confident or shy? Extroverted or introverted? Does he enjoy looking but doesn’t dare act upon it when he sees the wet spot between his client’s legs grow?
Maybe he’s gay or bi and gets some well-endowed client who’s amenable to some extra service?
Or, he could secretly be seducing his clients behind his boss’s back, either fucking them in the spa or doing late-night home visits after the appointment?

Does he have a favorite kind of client? Young women with sports injuries? Older women with whatever ailments domestic life hands them?
Stressed out male executives who need to wind down between meetings?

And I really like the idea of him being invited to go with his hot, female boss. They could end up as a pair in a practical session, where they take part in a group lesson, a very exclusive, invite-only demonstration where they feel obliged to attend.

‘Okay, time to switch!’ The instructor said.

Jake sat up and slid his legs off the table. He could still feel the lingering heat from Janet’s hands as they had glided across his chest, occationally grazing a nipple. He was mostly relieved he hadn’t grown hard enough for it to show, but it had been a struggle.

‘On your backs,’ the instructor said for clarification.

Jake shot a quick glance at Janet’s firm ass as she put one knee up on the high table. Her supremely fit body was almost painful to watch. He knew he shouldn’t, but he had to struggle not to kiss his boss’s ass, literally. They had paid premium for this group session.
‘A once in a lifetime opportunity’ Janet had called it. ‘Pay attention and do exactly what he says!’

Janet lay back on the bench, her black bikini modest enough, but unable to hide much. Her firm breasts rose and fell as she breathed deeply, as instructed. Was that a hint of something hard? Right in the middle of her breast? Was she getting excited too? Jake felt his cock lurch again and stepped close to the table to hide any obvious signs of arousal.

‘Are we ready?’ The instructor asked the group. Nods all around.
‘Excellent! We start by placing the right hand on the inside of her right knee. Firm pressure, but do not move it. We are warming up the erogenous zone there.’
Jake felt a stab of panic at the use of the word erogenous, but Janet nodded. Was that dent in her bra growing?

‘Next, we place the left hand on her stomach, just below the navel. Again, firm pressure, fingers spread and just hold.’
Jake’s big hands, combined with Janet’s modest size, meant his pinky landed atop her bikini bottom.
‘Under!’ Janet hissed. ‘Get it under!’
Jake quickly slipped his finger under the edge of her bikini bottom, dangerously close to her private parts.

‘Now we may begin,’ the instructor said, ‘to explore the hidden treasures of the Yoni.’

Jake’s eyes went wide as he understood what was about to happen. He met Janet’s eyes, seeking approval. She bit her lip and nodded, color rising in her cheeks. There was no doubt what caused the dents in her bikini top now.