--------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author (C) 2013. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. All rights reserved. Thank you for your consideration. --------------------------------------- A Wonderful Massage by Autumn Author autumnauthor@webmail.co.za Fm,underage Melanie is a freelance massage therapist and single mom of two kids whose life and career change due to the influence of one little television show. Whoever first said that television was a bad influence knew what they were talking about! ---------------------------------------------- Soon after I turned 30, I was able to quit my exhausting retail job because of an inheritance from my grandparents. They had owned a large house in the suburbs that they rented out to tenants. The house was mostly empty now except a married couple who shared a bedroom. I moved in with my son and daughter and took over the responsibilities of maintaining the house and renting it out. This extra income along with my savings allowed me to become a massage therapy student, something I'd always wanted to try. I soon found out that this career would be even more exhausting than retail, even though I would be working half the hours. Physical doesn't even begin to describe it. Despite that, I loved the work and the idea of helping people. I finished school in two years while working part time in a movie theater, and looking after the house and tenants. I decided I wanted to be a freelance massage therapist, and reserved the biggest of our five bedrooms as a workspace. It had a huge walk in closet, which was necessary for all the storage I'd need. I set up a cheap website and put out some local ads with my e-mail and a cell number that potential clients could contact me at. My 8 year-old son and 13 year-old daughter are both social and outgoing for which I am continually thankful. I pray that my teenager will not hit a surly phase, and try to be supportive of her in whatever her goals happen to be. These days it pays to be open-minded and permissive to avoid fights and resentment. Back to my new career though, as I dreaded when I first set up my fledgling business, a lot of contacts were from men inquiring whether I provided any special services. They wouldn't call or show up to ask this, that would be too brave. I would get a lot of text messages and e-mails in this regard. I always politely declined these requests, and many would never contact me back. Some would, and we would book and appointment and they would never bring up the subject of what they had asked for. I made a steady amount of money, working 15-20 grueling hours a week. I had quite the range of clients, young and old, male and female. One day I was eating lunch with an ex-boyfriend of mine, who had taken over the job as a coach for the freshman and JV football teams at the nearby high school. The discussion had initially started as a talk about how dangerous concussions are to kids that age and the impact concussions had on the NFL. Somehow or other it got to the topic of more mundane injuries some of the kids get just from practices or workouts. All of a sudden it dawned on me that this was a perfect opportunity to sell my business to these kids and their parents. I asked Nathan if some of his kids wouldn't benefit from massage therapy in the case of sore muscles or muscle strains. "Well yes Melanie, but I if it's a serious enough injury to the boy, I'm sure they get a referral from their doctor." "True enough, but what if it's not a serious injury? I'm don't exactly specialize in physical therapy but if they have minor aches and pains, I'm sure I can help them feel better all the much sooner." "It's a nice idea, but the school or the coaches can't afford you if all you're doing is treating minor pains." "Oh nonsense Nathan, I'll do it for free for a while. I love kids, and if I can help the school, it'll be my pleasure to work on them a couple hours a week." I wasn't hard up for money at this point and I figured that I could start off pro-bono. Maybe I could get to know the kids and their parents, and maybe they would start to see how beneficial it is and be willing to start paying. Working on kids is easier after all, less body area. That might make me sound like a drug dealer but it seemed like a sound idea at the time. "That's great of you Melanie, I'm really happy to hear that", Nathan replied. "I will talk to a couple of the guys who I think are good candidates. I have your phone number, so if you don't mind, I'll just pass it along to their parents if they agree." "Oh you're welcome. My pleasure", giving Nathan my most winning smile. To seal the deal I picked up the check and kissed him on the cheek. About a week later I got my first call from a father whose son had been having some cramps and soreness in his left calf muscle after a jump. It was perfect, the symptoms were mild at worst, so it should be simple. Since I was doing this for free I wasn't even under any pressure. When the doorbell rang, my daughter ran out to answer it. While I was in the kitchen, I heard her say, "Oh hi, you must be the guy my mom is helping out, the boy on the football team?" "Yeah, my name is Harry." "Alright, come in, I'll tell my mom you're here." "Thanks." After checking everything was ready I spun around and went to go get my test subject. Olivia, my daughter, was still standing close to Harry and I could see why. He was cute! Not in a muscle-bound stereotypical kind of way. Rather a slightly athletic, friendly face kind of way. This kid certainly wasn't bound for the NFL. "You know, my mom is helping me to learn massage. I always need the practice", my daughter hinted. Jeez, what a flirt. "Um yeah, cool", he replied. Steering Harry away from my daughter and towards the massage room, I confirmed what he was feeling in his leg and had him go to the attached bathroom to change into a towel. When he came out he looked at me for a moment, and then quickly looked down. It was at this point that I realized that working on young guys might be uncomfortable for them. Typically the outfits I wear while massaging are medical scrubs, but working pro-bono, I decided to go with a tank top and jean shorts. Now, to be honest, I should have known what was going to happen. I have long strawberry blond hair, 34c boobs, and long legs with a slim frame. I don't use any of that to manipulate men, but sometimes that leaves me oblivious to their effect on the male sex. If I wore more formal wear for my adult clients, why was I wearing this for a teenage boy? Sighing at myself, I had him lay down and got to work. The massage went without incident but as he got up to get changed, I could tell he was avoiding facing me. Poor kid. Still, I did good work and was satisfied. He even said he was feeling much better. That night, I talked to an old girlfriend of mine about what we had been up to. She mentioned a television show that had reminded her of me. One about a mother whose husband leaves her, and she has to take up at a spa where a ridiculous amount of good looking men offer more money for "enhanced massage techniques". I laughed at this, but I love lurid Lifetime affairs and I made sure to get all the episodes loaded onto my DVR in the den. Late that night I watched the first episode. I thought it was a fine drama, but what instantly hooked me were the massage scenes. Whenever she massaged some insanely hot guy in something skimpy, I quickly became wet. The plot was ridiculous, but I didn't care, all I cared about was the feeling those scandalous scenes gave me. I ended up having marathon sessions where I would make sure the kids were in bed for the night, then hopping on the couch in the den. Stripping down to my panties and casually rubbing my pussy until I saw the main character rubbing her hands all over some sexy guy, knowing what she was eventually going to do for them. It was so wicked and dirty and relevant to me. I would cum so hard, sometimes two or three times over a two episode night. I got so sucked into this world, that after the third night of this I became a bit careless. As I was watching the show topless, casually rubbing one of my nipples, I heard the door handle start to turn. With a high pitched squeak I flipped around as fast as I could to cover my breasts. At the same time I flailed for the remote, but stopped, realizing I had no time to do anything with it. My daughter stepped into the room. "Mom, what are you watching so late at night?" She stopped dead as she saw my bare back, lying on my stomach in an obviously bizarre position. "Oh mom, what *are* you doing?" "Honey, I was just trying to get comfortable, and took off my bra. I thought you were asleep." "No, couldn't sleep, and saw the light from the TV outside. Can I watch your show with you?" "Honey, it's past your bedtime, go back and try to sleep." "Oh lighten up mom, just for a little bit, okay?" Olivia proactively came to the couch and bent my legs up at the knees so she could sit down at one end. I had no choice but to sit up correctly, giving her quite the eyeful. So in the end we watched a half hour of the show, with me topless, feeling too silly to put my clothes back on. It would imply too strongly that I was up to something less than just comfort. When it was over Olivia made to leave the room but turned back towards me at the doorway. "Mom, do you think my boobs will be as big as yours some day?" What a question! "Probably, Olivia. You're already a small B cup. You've got plenty of time left too. Why do you ask?" "I don't know, I just would like them to be your size when I'm grown up." She smirked and left the room with that. What am I going to do with her, I agonized. A couple of days later I got another call from yet another father. About time, I pondered, it had been a week since I had worked on my first athlete. I was halfway through listening to the circumstances when I jolted upright. I realized that I now had a strong urge to be a sexual object while I was giving this massage, like the main character in my new favorite show. In my case though, *I* could dictate what happened. Not a spa, not clients I didn't get to choose. Just me. Someone just into high school would be the perfect partner. I hadn't anticipated something this much in a long time. I told the father I would be available tomorrow, even though I was going to have to cancel a date with a friend. The boy's father said he had suffered a contusion from a helmet hit on his thigh. It had healed but he was still complaining of a little stiffness. How perfect! I was going to tease this boy mercilessly. This Michael wouldn't know what hit him. I started preparing by asking my daughter to go shopping with me, saying I was interested in buying clothes for a yoga class I might start attending. We picked up some really sexy things for both of us. Yoga pants, some of them slightly sheer. Low-cut tank tops. Some sports bras too, although this time I got some that were on the small side for me. I didn't really want Olivia wearing any of this, but it seemed unfair to go shopping just for me, that's why I ended up caving to her requests for similar things. The upside is that we bonded a little that day. Once I got home and looked at all of the form-fitting massage clothing I bought, ahem "yoga clothes", I got wet just in anticipation of the next day. Going through the motions that Sunday of chores, cooking, and general household bliss was nerve-wracking. Finally the appointed time neared. At 2 PM, I went into my bedroom and decided on skin-tight gray yoga pants. These had a small elastic band at the top but no fold-over. I threw on a purple tank top cut low in the middle, with an even lower back. I rationalized to myself that no one would wear such comfortable clothes with a bra on, so that was definitely out. Knowing how sensitive my nipples are, I threw on a long button up sweater. Didn't want the father to see too much! Then I sat on the couch to wait for Michael's ride to drop him off. I heard the door ring, and padded to the door barefoot. Olivia came running as well, but stopped when she saw the yoga pants on me. "Mom, why are you wearing that for a massage?" "It's more comfortable Olivia, now go clean up your room." She made bug eyes at me, and seemed puzzled, but did as she was told. I opened the door, and Michael stood there alone. "Hey, welcome, come in!" "Thanks, it's nice of you to make time for me, ma'am." "Don't call me that, my name is Melanie. And it's my pleasure, I could use a little more practice with injuries." I closed the door behind him as we entered the massage room. I pointed out the bathroom and he went to go change. While he did so I quickly took off the sweater now that I knew his father wouldn't be coming in. I hitched up my yoga pants to make sure they looked painted onto my body, and yanked down my tank top to get a little extra cleavage. I checked my hair, which I had tied up in a messy bun at the back. I had done both my finger and toenails in purple to match my top. Lastly I made sure I had all the towels, oil, and other necessities. I had no idea what was going to happen. Maybe nothing, maybe he was gay. But not knowing was half of what excited me. When I thought he might be finally coming out, I turned my back to the bathroom door and bent over the table, pretending to be adjusting it. With perfect timing he opened the door and must have gotten a great view of my ass. I heard no movement for a solid 15 seconds. Finally I straightened up and turned around. I don't have to tell you what a joy it is to see that frozen in the headlights look that the opposite sex sometimes gets when you present yourself in the right position, and in the right light. If you've never experienced it, it is a giddiness, and a warmth, like being pleasantly drunk. But instead of having dulled senses you feel everything acutely. He had changed into a pair of swimming trunks, with no shirt. He must have been kicking himself for that. His hard-on was instant and unmistakable. I thought I could see it grow after his eyes went from my ass to my face and tits. Inside, I very much wanted to make him feel better. "Oh great, those shorts are short enough that I'll be able to get at your thigh, right? Where did you get hurt?" He didn't reply, just pointed to halfway down his left thigh. I walked up to him and squatted in front of him. Running my hand over the area he had pointed at, I could make out the fading bruise. "It's right here? And you're still feeling soreness, yes?" "Yes", he croaked. Poor guy sounded like he hadn't had a drink of water in days. "Okay, I can work with that." Looking up into his eyes I continued. "Oh and don't worry about your reaction, it happens to most every guy during a massage. Don't feel guilty or anything. I'm a pro." That was most certainly not true, but being his first massage, how could he know that? It seemed to set him a little at ease. It didn't do anything for his erection though. In order to look at my face in this situation, he had to stare down my top. Thankfully, the injury affected his thigh anteriorly (in other words his quadriceps), so he couldn't hide how I would be affecting him. Michael was tall for his age, about 5'9" already. That meant he just about matched my height. He had a toned abdomen, but no six-pack. His shoulders were broadish and those along with his arms were quite fit. His legs and calves were just as impressive. He must have run a lot, everything looked good on him. Green eyes, brown short hair, and rather normal facial features rounded things out. I instructed him to lie on his back on the table while I got things ready. Changing my mind about my tank top I pretended to do a quick stretch of my arms above my head, so that my tank top would bunch underneath my breasts enough to show skin all the way from where my yoga pants began around my hips to my belly button. Looking down quickly, I noticed my nipples were so hard you could see the bumps in my areola. With my more mature clients I would have been terrified to be called out on it, but with this lovely young athlete I was in the driver's seat. "Alright Michael, you all ready? The oil has been warmed so it'll go on nice." "Yeah, I guess so. I just lay here?" "That's right, I'll take care of everything." Before applying the oil, I rubbed his mid-thigh all over with my hands. I did this from a position closer to his feet, bending over a bit and rubbing upwards from his knee continually. This I was certain gave him a decent view of my breasts. Then standing closer to him, I put a small amount of oil to his left leg just above the knee, and worked it all over his thigh, spending more time around the old bruise than anywhere else. He hasn't been able to adjust his erection, and because of that it was sticking out and a little downwards, which I doubt was very comfortable. It did make it fun for me to pretend to scrutinize the injury, putting my face precariously close to his bulge. The tip of his penis, covered by his trunks, was probably just a matter of inches away from my face. Suddenly I looked right at it and frowned in mock concern. "Michael, I didn't notice your penis was still so hard. Do you want to move it so it's in a more comfortable position?" Complete silence. Maybe he had been hoping I would notice it again. Drying my hands a little on a towel, I decided to push this a little further. "Oh don't worry about it, I'll help you." I lifted the hem of his trunks, and gently moved his cock from the downward position to completely upright. It was so hot to the touch! His entire body shook at the moment of that contact. I was so wet knowing he was so aroused by me that his penis was parallel with his stomach. When I put the hem of his trunks back down I made sure to do so in a way that the tip of it wouldn't even be covered completely. "There you go! Just think of me as a doctor. I'll just get back to work." Feigning innocence, I went back to work on my various moves to legitimately help him with the soreness he said he had in his leg. But I also made sure to turn back to the counter and make busy work for myself so I could give him some nice views of my butt. The first time I did that, I backed up all the way into him, brushing my ass cheeks molded into the yoga pants against his arm. The second time I did this, I heard rustling and when I turned back, Michael's cock was more exposed than it had been. I gave me a friendly little smile while grinning wildly to myself. A few seconds after I got back to work on his thigh, I followed through too far on one of my upstrokes, and pushed my fingers past the bottom of his trunks, brushing against Michael's balls. I slightly frowned at the trunks. "Oh, I'm sorry Michael, it's just the trunks throw me off a bit, I'm used to doing these type of massage au natural. It's just that I try not to with my younger clients. Do you think it would be okay if we worked around the rules this one time? Otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to do as thorough a job as I'm used to doing." "No, no, no, that's okay Melanie. It's fine, I don't mind at all." Michael lifted his cute ass in the air and practically threw the swimming trunks down from his waist. I did the rest, taking them down from his knees, and past his feet. I didn't bother pretending not to notice his cock and balls any more, I stared at them openly. About 6 inches long as hard as he was, I thought he had a shot at being very well endowed in a couple of years. He had a nice amount of light pubic hair. It was an immense turn-on and I had a hard time making my body move. Any pretense of trying to actually do a thorough job like I promised disappeared. I opened my mouth and thankfully words came out. "Well I think I've done what I can for the area you hurt, but just to make sure I'm going to massage your other thigh and your hips, is that okay Michael?" "Uh huh, thanks Melanie, this is the best." I didn't bother with massage oil on his moist, healthy skin. I gave him a cursory massage on both thighs and hips. "Michael, do you mind lifting up one side of you at a time?" "Sure", he obliged. Leaning on an elbow he leaned up his left side. Resting one hand on his hip, I massaged his cute left cheek for all it was worth. Motioning for him to roll to the other side he did, and I repeated the process, giving his ass a good rub-down. Going back to his hips, I made a curious noise and bent down to notice something imaginary on his inner thigh. "Is this a scratch? Do you feel any pain here?" I rubbed a spot just below his ballsack. "Um, no? I don't think so." "Hmm, okay." I intentionally brought my head forward before straightening up. This meant that first my nose, and then my lips brushed his balls. I inhaled at the same time, reveling in the scent of his sex. His entire body jerked again, and again I made a very insincere apology. Staring hungrily at his cock, I noticed a large amount of pre-cum on the tip. Well, fuck it, I thought. I want this cock. Sadly I was not on the pill, but I doubted he would be disappointed with my mouth. I felt so empowered, but somehow I felt like being dirty and nasty too, to degrade myself to this boy. Knowing that he thought of me with awe and respect only wanted me to make myself into a stupid cum-drinking slut for him all the more. "Michael, I'm worried this is going to start hurting", motioning with my head at his crotch. "Can I ask you a personal question?" "Yes, anything you want." "Do you have a girlfriend, Michael?" "No, my parents won't let me date yet." "Oh that's a shame. The reason I ask is that it's an important part of a young man's health to be sexually satisfied. In a safe way of course. But you say you don't have a sexual partner. I'm a little worried to send you home like this." With that I placed my hand directly on the shaft of Michael's cock, and put a look of concern and compassion on my face. "Please, if you want, you can do anything. You're so hot." "Since you've never had a girlfriend, you've never had a blowjob, is that right?" "Yeah", he bashfully admitted. "Are there any girls you have a crush on?" "Well besides you? There's my sister's friend, April. She's 13, a year younger than me, but really cute and fun." I nodded. "This is going to be important then Michael, if you do date April, she's probably going to be inexperienced. It's important for a guy's health and happiness to cum in a girl's mouth a lot. Unless her mother's already taught her, you're going to have to show her how to suck cock. I'll show you the right way here today so that *you* know how to do that. How does that sound?" "It is? Yeah, oh yeah!" With that, I took my hand off his cock and motioned for him to stand up. "Alright Michael. Don't think you're doing me a favor though, this is one thing most girls love to do. If you date a girl who doesn't seem interested in it, keep looking until you do. A good girl will always be willing to get on her knees for you and suck your cock, anywhere you want." At this he nodded in assent, so I began by stripping my tank top off, exposing my rock hard nipples. I let down my hair to it's full length, just past my shoulders. Turning away from him, I slowly peeled my yoga pants off of me, bending over gradually as they came down my legs. I heard him walk up to me and suddenly I could feel his cock pressed against my ass. What happened next was my fault, for teasing not only him but myself too much. I lost it, all thoughts of going down on Michael fled out of my lust addled brain. With his cock making contact with my ass, I felt a pure physical need for cum; not in my mouth, but my pussy. I didn't care who watched, who heard, or what would happen after that. If this kid's cock didn't explode in my cunt in the next sixty seconds, I would die. I grabbed his ass and pulled both of us back towards the massage table. Reaching it, I immediately bent myself over it and spread my legs for him. I reached between my legs, making contact with the shaft of his penis, and guiding towards the opening of my pussy. "Go slow Michael, make sure your keep that cock in my pussy." He moaned, but did as he was told. He didn't have much time to build a rhythm, because it was only about 30 seconds before I felt myself tipping over the edge. Holding on as much as I could, I changed my mind and begged Michael. "Oh god please Michael fuck me fast now, and cum in me, please. I fucking need it." To my everlasting gratitude he answered my prayers. He sped up on the next couple of thrusts and then came in a torrent for me. Finally I was able to let go and experienced an earth shattering tidal wave of an orgasm starting between my legs and spreading through my entire body. The possibility of getting pregnant with my third child only made me hotter. I couldn't help but yell. "Oh FUCK, oh fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck, fuuuuuck!" It may be embarrassing but I have to say, each screamed "fuck" came at a higher pitch. I must have sounded like an orgasming opera singer. Walls had no meaning at the decibels I was cumming at. I still felt Michael's cock in my pussy, and it was amazing. Especially as he massaged my ass and explored my tits, rubbing my nipples. What a great way to come down from an orgasm. "Sweetie, that was the best orgasm I have ever had. You are amazing." "Um, thanks. You were so loud!" "Yeah, some of us ladies can't help it. Before I clean up though, I still want to give you that lesson in how girls should suck cock. Is that okay? It'll just take a second." "Well yeah, if you have time, I guess." Michael had that look like he just wanted to curl up and go to sleep. But I just felt this need to keep showing him what a slut I could be. "First thing is, the girl should be completely naked like I am. The second thing is, she has to be on her knees for you. It's fine if you're sitting in a chair, or standing, or however else you want to be. Girls should get on their knees though." Naturally I took my own advice. "This'll be good Michael, I'll clean you off with my mouth." I took his now semi-hard penis and sucked it in between my lips like a lollypop. With my other hand I cupped his balls. I very much enjoyed the taste of my cum on his cock, and it was starting to turn me on again. After I had sucked it clean and it was limp, I licked it several times with my tongue and smiled up at him. "How's your leg?" "What? Oh, no pain at all." "Good, guess that means we're done for today huh?" He laughed, and so did I. After we had cleaned up and gotten dressed I took him back to the living room to wait for his ride. Olivia asked if she could speak to me in the kitchen. I knew what was coming. The first thing I noticed thought was that she had changed. She was wearing tight little cotton shorts that she had purchased last night, ones that I now saw barely covered her ass. Along with that she was wearing the tightest t-shirt I had ever seen, it must have been for an 8 year-old. It outlined perfectly her brand new b-cup tits and puffy little nipples. "You let him fuck you, didn't you?! You're lucky the guys aren't home!" I decided upon a candid response. "Yeah, he fucked me Olivia, and I don't want to hear anything about his age. He's more of a man than some guys I've dated in the past. She stared at me with her mouth wide open, definitely not expecting honesty. She set her hands on her hips. "Well next time, I want to try massaging. I'm good at it, and you'd just end up fucking them anyways!" I thought about it for a second, and then a light bulb went off in my head, thanks to my little conversation with Michael. "You're right Olivia, you are getting good at it." Smiling I went on, "and you do have a few things to learn about boys too. Michael will be coming back soon I think. Next time he drops by I'll let you handle it. He and I will teach you a few things." She grinned and hugged me tightly. I love my job. ----------------------------------------- The End *This is fiction. The author does not condone or encourage any of the events or behavior depicted in this story.*