Sue Storm Gets A Happy Ending

SENSUAL was the name of the massage parlor—or really, a small spa. The trim Latina behind the granite counter smiled at the blonde who walked in. Mid-to-late 30s, in good shape, but with a motherly air and a slightly distracted, glassy gaze. Something about her face was familiar, but the Latina smiled wider as she began her patter, listed their services.

The blonde didn't even ask about the prices. Handed over a credit card, then let herself be led into the back. The cashier wished all clients could be that easy: a full body massage, no questions, no complaints. When she'd slyly mentioned that if she wanted any optional extras, her masseuse would discuss it with her. The blonde had barely paused before she nodded.

That is how Susan Storm, the Invisible Woman of the Fantastic Four, found herself stripping out of her civilian clothes, her costume carefully hidden in the stack of clothes that she placed in her assigned locker. A quick trip to the restroom, and then a fluffy, warm robe covered her naked body, and then a young Black woman, tall and strongly built, popped her head into the locker room.

"Hello, Mrs. Richards. My name is Nairobi, and I'll be your masseuse today. Are you ready?" she asked. "Need a shower, use the toilet, anything like that?"

"No, I'm fine, thank you," Sue said.

She followed the tall young woman into the next room. It was all black stone and recessed lighting, fresh flowers in pots in each corner of the room. The massage table was a slab of warm, hand-carved wood, with built-in shelves that held bottles of oil and lotions. Nairobi closed and locked the door behind Sue. Her long brown arms and shoulders were bare, and her tall, slim body was clad in some sort of white athleisure pants and a white wifebeater. No bra; her small breasts were clearly visible through the white material of her shirt.

"Let me take that for you," Nairobi said as she plucked the fluffy robe from Sue's shoulders. The heroine stood naked, and her hands clenched at her sides. Suddenly nervous. "Lay down, please."

There were many people who had never had a massage. Nairobi figured Mrs. Richards was one of those. Even when lying on her stomach, the muscles were tense, and the body rigid. The masseuse began with her bare hands. Shoulders, arms, lower back, thighs, calves. She worked in silence, felt the strain in her forearms and shoulders as her fingers dug through the soft pink flesh to soften the muscles beneath.

And...her client's pussy was wet. Nairobi licked her lips, sensed the opportunity.

"You take good care of your body," Nairobi said. "Go to the gym a lot?"

"Every day," Sue Storm said.

"Many people, they see a massage as a luxury," Nairobi said casually, as she moved to Sue's feet. "Really, it is a part of basic maintenance. Our bodies are designed to be stretched, worked. It helps us to be healthy. Please turn over now."

Sue did so. Nairobi noted the dark, stiff nipples. The slight white trace of stretch marks across the abdomen. The carefully trimmed golden triangle of pubic hair, the little crease of her pretty little pussy. No sign of disease, no odd smells. A wedding band. A beautiful woman. Nairobi smiled.

"How old are your children?" Nairobi asked, as her hands came to rest on Sue's shoulders.

"Nine and six," Sue said. Nairobi nodded. Her hands worked down Sue's arms. Then her ribs. The abs. Careful to avoid the breasts, the pussy. Not yet, not yet she told herself. Work up to it. The masseuse kept asking small questions, making little observations. Friendly. Build rapport. It helped Sue relax. Nairobi could see the tension drain from her, feel the muscles relax.

"You know what else is good for your health?" the Black woman said. "A little manual stimulation. I can provide that service for a small extra fee. Guarantee you a...happy ending."

Sue Storm blinked, once. She tiled her head to stare into Nairobi's brown eyes.

"Okay," the word came out strongly enough. Nairobi smiled. The masseuse reached down beneath the lip of the table and touched a hidden button. Soft music began to fill the room. Ocean sounds mixed with a string quartet, some Classical tune that Nairobi had never learned the name of. Good to cover up any sounds. She pulled a small bottle of lotion out, and squirted some into her pink palms.

"Just spread your legs a little for me," Nairobi said. "Close your eyes. Let me handle everything."

Sue Storm did as she was told. She lay still on the table as warm, strong fingers that weren't her husband's ran through her pubes to cup her sex. Nairobi's free hand rubbed Sue's abdomen, just above the pelvis, just a little pressure, as if kneading her lowermost abs. Then the hands shifted, to trace where the thighs met the torso. Thumbs worked into the muscles there. Pulled her labia apart. A single finger rubbed just the entrance to Sue Storm's cunny. Not actually penetrating, just enough to make the exposed pink parts glisten.

With practiced ease, Nairobi's other hand found the small pink nub of Sue Storm's clit. The finger that teased and circled her pussy tugged a little, but Sue felt herself respond. Body twitched. Nipples so stiff they ached, begged to be touched. Nairobi grinned as she saw the pink flush that spread across Sue's naked body. The bitch was wet and ready for it.

"N-no," Sue muttered. "I can't...my husband..."

"Relax," Nairobi said, her fingers never ceasing as she rubbed and petted. "Your husband has nothing to do with this. Think of it like a private medical procedure. Do you tell your husband every time you get a pap smear? Just relax. This is for your own good. You're going to feel so much better in a minute."

It was closer to eighteen minutes. Slowly, steadily, Nairobi intensified her ****. She never ceased to rub the clit, but her free hand teased the pussy mercilessly, boldly, more and more. Until she slipped a finger into the tight blonde twat, which elicited a groan from her client. The slow, steady thrust she tied with the constant circling of the sensitive little clitty, as the anticipation and ecstasy built and built. Nairobi watched Sue start to quiver. To buck and heave beneath her. To moan, first softly, and then louder...until in a jackhammer finish the masseuse plunged two oiled fingers into Sue's cunt and pistoned them back and forth as fast as she could.

The blonde seemed to convulse. Something hot splattered up Nairobi's brown forearm. She continued the ****, even as Sue seemed unable to catch her breath, and the moans became a scream.

Until, satisfied, the Black woman pulled her hands free and Sue Storm lay there, exhausted.

Warmed up by the exercise, and sure that Sue wasn't watching, Nairobi licked her forearm. It was salty and sweet.

"There now, isn't that better?" Nairobi said as she took a hot, wet towel from one of the table's drawers and carefully wiped down Sue's pussy, and then the rest of her body. Sue huffed as her eyes opened, head spinning from the **** of her climax. Certain that she should feel guilt. Shame. Despair.

Instead, she felt...numb. Her pussy ached. The languor that always came after a hard orgasm left her even more dazed than when she had come in. Nairobi helped Sue back into her robe...and then Sue dressed and was out the door, a little stiff-legged and unsure how to process what had just happened.

"Repeat customer," Nairobi told the cashier. "Bet!"