Wounded Puppy (closed)

[saedo]

Closed for TheNiteSiren
"Say Travis, what do you think of Rebecca?"

I was facedown on the massage table, so I turned my head to glance back at the stocky brunette currently digging her fingers into my lower back. Julie was well into her 50s and built like a fireplug - short and thick. Within that squat frame lurked some considerable power; she'd bending my body into a pretzel after my Thursday evening workout for nearly a year now.

"Who's Rebecca?" I muttered.

"She's the blonde therapist."

I thought for a moment. I knew the gym had a small staff of massage therapists, but Julie was the only one I'd ever used. I was comfortable with her approach, so I exclusively requested her. "Aren't there two blondes?"

"Well, I suppose Tammy is sort of a strawberry blonde, but I think that's enough to make her a ginger. I mean the other one."

I reviewed the vague memories of women in khaki shorts and white polo shirts who worked on staff. A salient detail leapt out suddenly. "Oh, do you mean the one with the huge ra- ugh?!" My question was interrupted when a sudden spike of discomfort forced me to gasp. "God, Julie, not so hard," I grumbled.

"No need to be crude, Travis," Julie chided me as she released the pressure from her powerful thumb. "Yes, Rebecca happens to be rather curvaceous."

Curvaceous hardly did this woman justice, but I wasn't about to quibble nomenclature with Julie's thumbs around. "Yeah, I know the one you're talking about, then. What about her? I mean, I know she's a therapist and that she's very attractive, but I don't think we've ever spoken two words together."

"Yeah, she works on female clients; she is a bit quiet around the men. I mention her because she has a bit of a crush on you. She's been making little inquiries about you for a couple months now. Seems she has a thing for a long, lean build like yours. I've told her that you're a nice guy, but I think she may be too shy to approach you directly."

"Oh. So you think I should ask her out?"

Julie shifted up to my shoulders and grunted slightly as she dug into the muscle. "No. If you ask her out of the blue, she might get spooked. She's shy around guys, remember? Plus she'll probably figure I told you to do it. No, I think for this to work, you two need a reason to interact."

"Here's the plan," she declared. "Next Thursday, I'll tell her that I've got another client and ask her to cover for me. So she'll do your massage. You just play along."

Now I was the one feeling shy. "Um, do you think that wise?" I queried. "I mean, you know how I can get when I'm touched...." I glanced down the table. I was entirely naked save for a small towel draped across my ass - at best a token nod towards privacy.

Julie chuckled. "Actually, I am counting on it. Rebecca could use some excitement and I'm thinking she'll find what you're packing very exciting." She grinned mischievously at me. "I'll set it up for next Thursday."

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Rebecca came in as quietly as she usually did, opened her lock to put on the scrubs they all wore. She jumped when Julie touched her shoulder. "Whoa, easy there. I'm a friendly, remember?" She just chuckled and turned around to pull her top on. "Sorry, guess I am still half asleep. Once I get to work, I should be better. What kind of a day do we have ahead of us?"

Julie leaned up against the lockers, her eyes glinted with what seemed to be mischief. "Glad you asked because I need a favor." Warning bells should have gone off but Rebecca was a little on the naive side. "Can you cover my appointment at 3 pm today?"

Typically, she didn't handle the men in the gym. "Why?" Julie put on a pleading expression that always got to her best friend. "I got a new client yesterday and accidentally double booked. You would be doing me a huge favor. Please?" To hammer it home, Julie made the puppy face. Rebecca sighed. "Okay, okay, I'll do it. Put that face away."

Rebecca ran a brush through her soft curls and pulled her hair up into a neat ponytail. The day went about as usual for her. When it came time to take over for Julie, she felt a little nervous. Men always made her a little edgy but she had a job to do. What was the worse he could do? Stare at her breasts the whole time? She could handle that.

She refilled her supply basket with the oil and other things she used. Rebecca opened the door and saw that her client was someone she knew very well...God, How long had she fantasized about this guy? Rebecca took a deep breath, determined to do her job. "I'm Rebecca. Julie asked me to take over for her today. I'll take good care of you." Her soft little voice was just barely audible. "Could you tell me if you were having any problem areas?"

 

[saedo]

On the appointed Thursday, I entered the massage area as usual. I was actually somewhat glad I'd worked out beforehand. I'd been filled with nervous energy as the massage time approached, so the physical exertion had helped.

Being around an attractive woman didn't trouble me. I was not without some experience in that area. I was, however, somewhat concerned about having a new masseuse. Being nearly naked and letting a stranger rub my body was a weird sensation for me. Fortunately Julie had been very good at putting me at ease, otherwise I'd have likely bailed out on my first session. I just hoped that I handled this first session with Rebecca better.

The receptionist directed me to Room 5, so already I knew Julie had reassigned me. I entered the room and closed the door behind me. I knew the drill, so I peeled off my clothes and folded them in a semi-neat pile.

Every room was furnished with a stack of clean towels, so I took one to cover myself. For the umpteenth time, I grumbled under my breath about the size. The towel was sufficiently long enough to wrap around my waist, but the narrow width was always a challenge for my anatomy. I had to wear the towel very low on my hips if wanted to make sure I wasn't dangling anything past the bottom edge while avoiding it slipping too low on my hips and exposing myself from the top. The delicate balancing act was frustrating in the extreme.

I managed to get the towel just so in time for the knock at the door announcing my masseuse's arrival. "I'm ready," I announced.

It was indeed the shapely blonde. I again thought that calling her "curvaceous" sorely underrepresented her. Her top half was dominated by a gorgeous pair of breasts whose cup size hailed from well into the middle of the alphabet. Her torso winnowed to a surprisingly narrow waist that subsequently flared into a delightfully feminine pair of hips. She was a real knockout.

I'm Rebecca. Julie asked me to take over for her today. I'll take good care of you. Could you tell me if you were having any problem areas?"

I smiled in return. "I'm Travis. That's fine. Julie says the rest of her staff are all skilled." I rotated my left shoulder. "I don't know that it's a problem area, but after my workout, Julie always started with this shoulder."

 

[TheNiteSiren]

The sound of his voice immediately had an effect on Becca who nearly dropped a bottle of lavendar oil that she usually reserved for her other clients. "It's nice to meet you, Travis. Just relax and we'll start." She decided to use a new scented oil that had just come in. It was a mixture of jasmine and black currant, a sort of seductive scent. She was pretty sure he wouldn't appreciate the more flowery scent of her usual stuff. It was all she had so Becca let a few drops hit his skin.

Slowly she began working at his shoulder, feeling a few knots in the muscle just beneath her fingers. His skin was warm to the touch, kind of like warm velvet. Becca was the type to pay attention to detail and took her time until moving to the other shoulder. She had to lean in over the table to reach it and didn't notice her breasts rub lightly over his skin.

Something stiffened in him for a second. Becca was sure that she hadn't gone too deep with the rub. Maybe he was just sore? It was hard to keep her mind on her job. Travis was very nicely made. She couldn't count the number of times she had watched him sweating out on the weights, looking at him with a barely restrained hunger. If only she was as shy as she was.

It was hard to get a good reach on him and on instinct, Becca climbed on top and straddled each side of his hips as she worked on his back. Her soft long blonde hair dipped over one shoulder and brushed against him by accident. Becca tossed her head to the side to get it out of her way. "How does that feel so far?"

 

[saedo]

I followed her instruction to lie facedown upon the table. Rebecca began manipulating my shoulder. Her touch was a bit gentler than Julie. Of course, Julie had been seeing me each week for almost a year.

After a few minutes of working from beside the table, Rebecca paused to clamber atop me. I tensed slightly as I felt her body brush against my naked back. No, I must keep calm. Just because it was a young, shapely female didn't mean I should react any differently than if was Julie.

"How does that feel so far?" she inquired as her hands began to shift lower on my back.

"Fine," I replied. "Your technique is a little different from what I'm used to, but it feels fine."

Of course, I knew the real challenge was when she shifted from my torso to my legs. It'd taken many sessions with Julie before her fingers on my thighs produced no reaction from me. Hopefully my control would continue today.

"So tell me a bit about yourself," I suggested. "I've seen you at the gym here and there, but I don't know anything about you."

 

[TheNiteSiren]

Rebecca didn't normally talk about herself too often. "Come from a big Irish family. I was the only girl with 5 older brothers." They had been the joy and bane of her life. "I moved down here for this job 2 years ago." She let her fingers glide over the tense flesh slowly, her round bottom up in the air when she would lean. "Always been kind of shy around people but I like my job."

Men were where she really got shy most of the time. "I live about 2 blocks over in that complex near the Walmart." Her hands came back up his thighs, kneading them just right. The odd thing was that he didn't relax right away. Was she doing something wrong? The material of her scrubs scratched aggravatingly on the nipples on her breasts. She usually didn't have this reaction to other clients.

Becca was a bit aroused from touching him, the swollen buds poking rather obviously through the thin material she wore. Thank goodness Travis was face down for now. For a second, she had this mental image of him him face down between her legs and nearly fell off the table. She covered her embarrassment with a cough and slid off of him. "Could you turn over for me?"

Once Travis was in position, Becca recommitted her focus to doing her job. She started with his feet, worked up his legs and stopped. Her face flamed but she couldn't look away. There was an obvious tenting beneath his towel that gave the impression that her "client" was packing more that the typical male. Becca bit her lip and her hungry eyes made contact with his.

Her first impulse was to make some excuse to get out of there before she did something stupid. Her other impulse was to remove the towel and wrap her lips around him. Becca climbed back onto the table and began to work her hands over the muscle of his chest. As her reach came forward, her top dipped down to expose her breasts.

 

[saedo]

Rebecca's attention to the backs of my thighs proved a definite challenge to my restraint, particularly when her fingertips brushed towards the inner side. I could feel my cock start to thicken with blood as my libido stirred. Fortunately, my experience with Julie had given me some measure of self-control. I was able to withstand my lust enough to prevent a full blown erection.

I really owed Julie for that. The first session with her, my cock had roared to life after a just a handful of squeezes of my inner thigh about six inches above the knee. I was absolutely mortified. I started stammering an apology and scrambling to cover myself.

Julie, however, had been perfectly professional. She'd planted a hand on my chest and held me down. "Travis, relax! Relax. This is nothing to be embarrassed about. It is a perfectly natural bodily reaction and a fairly common one for clients. Lots of men and women experience some physical arousal during a session. It's a purely involuntary response on your part.

"It also doesn't mean you're sexually attracted to the masseuse. It just means your body is enjoying the massage. As such I always take it as sort of a compliment."

Julie had then paused, then gave me on of her mischievous smiles. "I know this is a bit unprofessional, but I just have to say it: oh my God, you're fucking huge! I mean, I've been giving massages this for decades, so I've seen a lot of naked guys and their dicks, but I've never seen one like that. I mean, Jesus, that's big. Good for you, Travis, and my sympathies to your girlfriends."

Julie and I have been friends ever since. My monster erections became an inside joke between us. And after repeated sessions, I stopped being quite so prone to getting aroused by a massage.

Still, it was different this time. Julie was in good shape, but she was also old enough to be my mother. I had no interest in her. Rebecca, however, was smoking hot. The possibility that she might be into me was just further inducement. Consequently, I was finding it harder to ignore her appeal during the massage.

Things got more difficult when she flipped me over to do my front. She again straddled me as she worked my upper chest. I also now had an unobstructed view of her delightful chest. Occasionally, the leading edge of her bosom would brush against me as she leaned forward. I could feel her nipples through her cotton top.

I tried as best I could, but my mind got to thinking about her beautiful breasts bouncing naked and free. My control began to slip away like so much sand through my fingers. My semi-flaccid cock began to swell inexorably towards full size.

Rebecca was too far forward to see it, but her straddling my hips meant that her perky ass felt it when my stiffening shaft began to rise. She froze momentarily when she first noticed it. After a second, her mouth opened and she started to say something in a gentle, conciliatory tone. My guess was that it was her version of Julie's speech about perfectly natural bodily reactions that no one should be embarrassed by.

But Rebecca paused in mid-syllable. I'd been through this with sufficient numbers of women to recognize the thought process. Rebecca was now realizing that not only was I having an erection, but it was a big erection. The widening of her eyes meant she was updating that realization to be that I was having a massive erection. The slight furrow of the brow meant she was now questioning whether she'd misinterpreted because surely it was something too big to be an erection. Certainly not a human one.

I interjected before her thoughts ran away with her. "I'm really sorry, Rebecca. I'm a bit sensitive to certain kinds of touches and it just gets out of control sometimes. I sincerely apologize if I've offended you."