A happy ending...

It was the second time I had seen this client. I was a little apprehensive because of my last experience with him. Not that he wasn't a gentleman or anything, but he made me think things that were not very professional… Anyway, I was running late that day, which almost never happens to me, I always arrive 30 min prior to the booked appointment to prepare the room (ie turn on the music and water feature and warm the massage table). But, of course, on that day there was construction and traffic on the way to work. I rushed inside in a whirlwind, profusely apologizing. He was quite shy and told me not to worry about it. The dirty thoughts already began to rise in the back of my mind, "I'll make it up to ya" I thought. I showed him to the room and told him to lay face down with his face in the face cradle underneath the sheet and blanket and I would knock before I came back in. I left the room and did a few warm up stretches and tie my hair back. I knocked twice and was answered by a muffled "come in!" I opened the door and closed it softly behind myself.

"Is everything comfortable?" I asked in a hushed voice.

"Very." He replied.

I moved my way to the head of the table. Once there I leaned over by his ear and softly asked, "So what are we working on today?"
"My lower back has been bothering me and I've been running a lot so my legs and hips are kind of sore." He mumbled into the face cradle.

This is where my dirty mind started to run away with itself.
I formed my plan of attack for the massage. Lower back, top of hips, legs, then glutes.

I did some compression over the spine to warm up my hands then pulled back the sheet and blanket. I tucked the sheet low around his hips and slid my hands up from his hips to the back of his neck in a very slow fluid movement. I pumped some oil in to my hands and warmed it between my fingers. I took my time spreading the oil over his body, noticing his broad shoulders and narrow hips. I snapped back to professional therapist mode, chiding myself. But I couldn't seem to keep my mind from wandering into darker places.

I started to fantasize about tearing off my top and rubbing my breasts against his oiled, naked skin. I felt myself getting wet but I continued the massage in a strictly professional manner, trying to keep my filthy thoughts hidden.
While I was working his lower back I started to pick up on the subtle signals that you learn as a massage therapist. He kept lifting his right hip every time I massaged the top of his perfectly formed ass. I knew he was aroused. He was trying to find a comfortable position for his hard-on without actually adjusting.

I think this is the point where all rational thought went out the window.
I started massaging him in a way to encourage his arousal. I slowly, with wide hands and broad pressure, rubbed from his waist all the way down to his ass, putting my hands underneath the sheet (which is a big no no in professional therapeutic massage), sliding to the outside of his thighs and then sliding underneath to feel his sexy hip bones.

That move made his hips buck a bit underneath my hands and I could feel a little smile play across my lips. I wanted to see my handiwork, up close and personal. He had been silent the entire time but his breathing was ragged and I could see his pulse thundering under the skin of his neck. I did some finishing moves and reluctantly covered him back up.

"Ok, now comes the hardest part of the massage. Time to scoot toward the end of the table and flip over." I said a little too chipper. I "tented" the sheet and blanket and waited for him to comply.

He cleared his throat and did as I asked. When I lowered the sheet back onto him I actually gasped. His cock was so hard it was pointed straight to the ceiling. I looked to his face to judge his reaction but he remained silent and stone faced. I caught myself instinctively reaching to grab the 9in of thick meat put before me but the rational part of my brain reminded me that that might be construed as ****.

Since he hadn't made any advances toward me I took it as a challenge to make him beg me to touch his throbbing member. He was shy, but I had a few tricks up my sleeve. I massaged his neck for a bit and never took my eyes off of his huge hard cock. I kept waiting for it to go down, but it seemed to do the opposite and grow larger. Like he knew I was wanting to stroke it but resisting.

I moved to his chest, undraping the sheet as low as possible on his hips, I took advantage of the close proximity and "accidentally" brushed his erection with my hand while I tucked in the sheet around his hips. I thought I heard the tiniest of moans escape his lips, but I was so aroused myself, I could have been imagining it. I pumped more oil onto my hands and ran my hands down his pecs and over his nipples, which tightened almost instantaneously. My hands moved farther down his body and closer to my ultimate destination. As I slid my hands very slowly down his tight delicious looking stomach, he raised his hips to meet my hands. I paused on top of his hip bones and waited…. who would cave first?