My name is Michelle and at 32 years young, I had come to the conclusion that my marriage and life was in a rut, I desperately needed to find something to lift me to a more fulfilling way of life.
I decided that to give myself means to carry out my ambitions I needed to find myself a job, but what. I had married young and had received no worthwhile employment experiences, after searching through the vacancy columns for days I found that it was not going to be easy to find something that would indulge my needs. Several days past and frustration at my inability to find a job was beginning to set in, when Sandra, a friend of several years called and invited me for coffee. We had not seen each other for some years and while reminiscing, I related how frustrated with my life I was. Sandra was not surprised by this and went on to tell how she had been through the same sort of thing a couple of years ago. She shocked me by telling how she had started working as a tantric therapist and how she had come to really enjoy the work and how it had given her new found financial freedom. This revelation started to intrigue me and I pressed her to tell me more. Sandra had started working at a private studio, in a ritzy suburb in downtown Auckland, she provided nude massages, with hand relief. Her clientele were generally well-healed businessmen, willing to pay well for a sensuous session. Sandra asked if I would be interested in maybe doing some part time work, I thought for a moment, but had to say that I thought that I would not be able to take my clothes off in front of a stranger, let alone massage him and give him a hand job. She said don't say no right away, but think it over.
Think about the rewards, the independence it would give me. After several days of agonising over Sandra's proposition I decided that I needed to stop being a wimp and take the chance if I was to break out of the rut. I called Sandra and she suggested that come to work with her the next day and check the things out, to which I agreed. That night all sorts of things went around in my head, I was sure that my husband Paul was aware that something was amiss, but he said nothing. The morning arrived and it was a beautiful sunny day, which I thought had to be a good omen.
I put on my best Victoria Secrets lingerie, nice lacy low cut bra with french style high cut briefs, garter belt and white stockings. I felt really good about myself as I checked out my image in the mirror. I had arranged to meet Sandra at the clinic, on the drive over I began to have second thoughts about what I was getting myself into, but before I knew it I as at the address she had given me, and too late to chicken out as Sandra was waiting for me in her car, she jumped out on seeing me and gave me a big hug, saying how pleased that I had come. From the outside the clinic looked no different from the other expensive looking houses in the street, We went inside and I was pleasantly surprised at the tasteful decor and ornate furniture in the reception area, where Suzette, the receptionist for the day, greeted us. Sandra gave me a brief tour of the house, but had to cut it short because she had a booking in five minutes.
The house had four massage rooms, all with proper massage tables, they were decorated in soothing pastel colours and had candles and incense burners lit. A futon couch was in one corner of the room while in the other was a big comfortable chair, I later discovered that the futon doubled as a fold out bed! Sandra suggested that the best and easiest way to get comfortable with the work would be for me to watch her with her first client of the day if he was agreeable.
We went back to the reception area to find that 'Fred' her first for the day was waiting, I found myself giving him the once over, he was about forty, quite tall and well proportioned. Sandra sidled up beside him and whispered in his ear, this brought a huge grin to his face.
I'll never know what she said to Fred but he just nodded and with that she took both our hands and led us off to her room.
It was obvious that Fred was one of her regular clients by the way they chatted on the way. Upon entering the room she gave Fred what I thought to be a fairly passionate kiss, then led him away to shower.
When she returned she suggested that if I was comfortable enough, I strip to my underwear, well I had come this far it seemed to late to back out now.
Fred returned shortly with a towel wrapped around his waist, I could see that he must work out regularly as his physique was very good, he threw his towel over the chair and lay face down on the table, meanwhile Sandra had disrobed and was now ready to begin the massage. Watching Sandra applying oil to this naked man by using her hands and upper torso had a strange effect on me, I thought I should have felt differently from the way I did and I cant explain it but I felt a stirring in my inner self.
By the time she asked Fred to roll over I was beginning to feel dampness between my legs. Whether it was the sight of a naked man or watching him run his hands over my friends naked body Im not sure, but it was having a pleasant affect on me. Fred by this time had become very aroused on was displaying an erection most men would be proud of.
Sandra was now at the business end of the massage and started to oil Freds manhood with her hands then her breasts, while doing this she beckoned me to come closer, I slowly edged towards the table and Sandra asked Fred if he minded if she got me to try and help out, the grin on Freds face told her that he was up to it |
