Massage Continued

Gina mostly zoned out as she massaged her client. She couldn't recall his name. He was a walk-in, taking James' spot since he'd failed to check in on time.

She could do this in her sleep and it was nearly as relaxing for her as it was for her clients, that is if they weren't being creepsters. Thankfully, this guy seemed okay. Massage Envious' exhaustive standard operating procedures meant that sort of thing really wasn't an issue usually. The guy had chosen to strip off completely but that was fine. He was also lying on top of the sheet rather than under it as was the rule but that was fine too. She wondered if he expected her to rub those muscular buns.

Not going to happen. She was a professional.

She checked the clock. Thirty minutes had passed so there was just fifteen minutes left in the session.

He said something but with his face in the donut-shaped headrest, it was muffled. “What was that, sir?”

“And how are you doing today?” asked Grace as she adjusted the sheet up a bit further Isabella's back. As per company policy, only the skin that was going to be massaged would be exposed at any one time. Not that adhering to the rules so strictly was necessary with her long-term client, a woman she'd been giving monthly massages to for nearly a year now.

“Oh just lovely ~dear~. I've been looking forward to this massage all week!” replied the older woman, the possessor of a very curvy figure and extremely soft smooth skin that Grace was always jealous of.

“That's great! Let me just get undressed and we'll get started.” she said as she stepped back and started disrobing, her uniform polo-shirt first.

“Perfect!” Isabella happily declared, readjusting the hot towel atop her face.

Gina was a bit embarrassed. She wasn't sure how she'd managed to go for so long while still wearing her clothes. Luckily Dick (as she'd decided to call him in her head for obvious reasons) hadn't noticed due to his face either being down or covered and she'd been able to strip everything off quickly while ostensibly getting her oils ready.

Now she lubricated her hands with some and started kneading his upper back. Again she zoned out, her thoughts wandering back to what sort of surprise she should get Frank for his birthday. Her husband's love of golf was an easy one but hadn't she got him something for that the last two times? Then there was something on the history of Rome. A book? He'd given her like a list of ten history books to choose from but that totally wouldn't be a surprise. Hmmph. A birthday blow-job? And he wouldn't even have to beg her to go down on him! Ha. That would actually would be a pretty good gift. She'd still get him one of his books but that- maybe waking up with a hummer first thing in the morning? Yes, that would be a very good surprise.

Not to mention that might set her up for some surprise rug-munching one day soon, wouldn't it?

Oh hello girls. The room was pleasantly warm so her suddenly quite hard nipples were standing for other reasons. She admonished herself as she recognized that having sexual thoughts in this situation, while obviously fine, still put her in a mood that wasn't great for avoiding crossing lines.

Especially given what a great body her surely ten years younger client had. Oh what nice firm muscles you have, young man...

“Huh?” she asked and leaned in as he mumbled something to low for her to hear.

Carefully, Grace raised the sheet, folding it again and again until she'd uncovered Isabella's ass. She had a big one with her wide hips but not the least bit unattractive. Something Nicki Minaj would celebrate though the thought of the polite socialite juxtaposed with the crass rapper was absurd and Grace couldn't help but giggle.

“What's so funny, darling? Your making me ever so self-conscious with my rear exposed... auuuhhhh...” Isabella's sentence devolved into a dull moan as Grace dug her palms into the soft flesh of her ass-cheeks.

“Oh stop.” she commented, “I was just remembering a joke. Your butt is just perfect as you well know. All those Pilates classes, right?”

Isabella was too distracted by the sensations to do more than moan her agreement as Grace expertly massaged her ass. Eventually, Grace moved on to the next part.

She had to step to the side table to pick up her bottle of lubricant. With one hand she pulled at Isabella's cheek and exposed her tiny puckered little asshole. She squeezed out a dollop of lubricant on to it and her client hissed and her bottom squirmed upon the tabletop. Grace mentally steeled herself as she applied the lubricant liberally to her index finger. A full body massage encompassed every part of a person's body and that included the genitals. Sticking your finger in a person's butt was innately sexual and it was unfortunate that she figured she was like forty percent gay and found Isabella to be very hot.

The sound that the older woman made as Grace slowly inserted her finger into her asshole was absurdly sexual and she tried very hard to maintain her professionlism.

Her client had opted to skip the butt rub which was a bit disappointing as she'd been looking forward to getting her hands on those tight glutes. But then she had him turn over and holy SHIT. That thing really was enormous, thick...

“Okay, just so you know. I'm going to be massaging your penis for around five minutes total. If you... experience climax during that time... we're cool. Go ahead. I'll clean everything up.”

“Now this is against policy but I'm not a complete bitch so... if you're right on the cusp when the five minutes are up, I got you. But I'm not going to keep pulling for another five minutes as you keep promising you're about to blow, alright?”

He smiled, “Yea no worries.”

Gina had to admit she liked his quiet confidence, though she imagined his really big penis was having something to do with her attraction. It lay atop his abdomen, fully hard and twitching slightly. As he took them into her left hand and gently squeezed, she couldn't help but note that even his balls were large. She imagined they were double the size of Frank's and she was rather titillated to imagine this young white guy was more man than her husband. Damnit. Stop sexualizing...

But it was hard as she ran her right hand up his lengthy and incredibly thick shaft, squeezing rhythmically as she went.

Isabella's well-moistened vagina squeezed Grace's two fingers as she slowly withdrew them and drove them back inside. Her other hand rested atop her mons, her thumb lightly massaging around her clit. Leaning down so close over her legs, the scent of the older woman's arousal was thick. Technically, Grace didn't think you were supposed to massage a person with intent to bring them to orgasm but in her opinion that was just good customer service.