From smokey@mosphere Fri Jun 27 09:27:32 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news-in-east.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!news-sea-19.sprintlink.net!news-in-west.sprintlink.net!news.sprintlink.net!Sprint!204.120.176.12!news.intrnet.net!news From: "Smokey" <smokey@mosphere> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: Kathryn Gives a Massage (NEW STORY) (FF/M, hand job, wife) Date: 27 Jun 1997 13:27:32 GMT Organization: Allied Access, Inc Lines: 454 Message-ID: <01bc831d$24caec20$89c98dd0@tcapps.ppp.intrnet.net> NNTP-Posting-Host: news2-ttyh09.ppp.intrnet.net X-Newsreader: Microsoft Internet News 4.70.1161 WARNING. This erotic fiction is intended for adults. Don't read any further unless you are one. KATHRYN GIVES A MASSAGE Kathryn sat alone on the massage table, wearing only a white terrycloth robe, her red curls drying in the air. Her clothes hung neatly on hangers in the dressing room next to the shower. She should be getting dressed. She had had enough new experiences for one day. Her last couple of visits to the massage parlor had been eventful enough for a whole year -- no, fifteen years, she admitted. That's how long she had been married with only her husband ever touching her sexually. Now, in the space of two months she had been rubbed to climax by a strange man, and had had sex -- there was no other word for it, however much she wracked her brain for one -- sex with another woman. It seemed such a natural, gentle progression each time. First, skilled hands rubbing the tension from her muscles, then an "accidental" sexual tickle of some kind. Finally, when her relaxation was deepest and her resistance weakest, they had taken liberties with her. That's the story she told herself, anyway. That she had been a more than willing participant she could not, would not accept. The memories of her spreading her legs for that young man's touch, or, worse, slurping hungrily at her blonde masseuse's crotch belonged to another person. That may have been her body, but it was not really the wife and mother she knew herself to be in reality. If her husband had known what he was starting with that gift certificate! One free massage! Kathryn blew, as if her confusion and guilt could be snuffed like a candle flame. In the afterglow of her massage session with Jane, she had allowed herself to be talked into watching her masseuse give a massage to a man. Any minute the pretty, well-toned blonde would be walking through the door to lead her to another room from which she could watch the performance like some kind of peeping tom. Jane had mentioned something about "what she did for a tip and what she did for pleasure" being two different things. Kathryn doubted that Jane would have sex for money, but it seemed she could be certain of nothing anymore. Not even her own sexual orientation. Kathryn hadn't really agreed to it, and now that the other woman was gone, she seemed to be able to think more clearly. All she had to do was to put on her clothes and leave. And never come back. Everyone was entitled to experiment once, she told herself. Now it was time to get back to normal. And normal certainly did not include spying on a strange man getting a massage. Kathryn stood up to walk over to the dressing room, but at that moment Jane bustled in, dressed in an identical white robe. "This is Stephanie," Jane said with a twinkle in her eye, apparently introducing a very surprised Kathryn to the man who followed her in. Kathryn involuntarily pulled her robe tight around her throat. She opened her mouth to say something, but it suddenly felt so dry that it seemed the words got stuck. "Stephanie, this is Mark. I told him that you were a new girl in training, and he has no objections to you watching how it's done." A smile brightened Mark's handsome face. He was about Kathryn's age, an athletic, even muscular build visible above the towel hung around his slim waist. "Hi, Stephanie," he said, a genuinely friendly tone in his voice. His eyes lingered on her red hair, then flicked to her naked legs below the short robe before meeting her eyes again. Despite herself, the appreciation in his eyes made Kathryn feel good. But appreciated or not, this is not what she had agreed to. "Jane, I can't do this," she said, with an embarrassed smile for Mark. She caught a hint of amusement in his dark eyes before he glanced away, obviously not wanting to become a part of whatever was going to happen between the redhead and blonde. "Sure you can, Stephanie," Jane soothed good-naturedly. "It's just cold feet, that's all. You're licensed, you can do it. Just remember everything you've learned." Kathryn felt that comment was intended to have one meaning for Mark, but another for her. "Besides, you're just observing. You've got to start somewhere if you're going to work for us." Kathryn meant to give her a determined stare, but when she saw those blue eyes sparkle back at her, something in her didn't want to disappoint. Besides, it would be difficult to leave now without an embarrassing scene. Perhaps it would be much easier to just go along with the prank. After all, that's what this was, a girlish prank. It wasn't that big of a deal. She could stand there and watch the masseuse give a rubdown, and whatever she didn't want to see she could just not look at. Once she got out of this place, she would never come back, she decided, but Jane had trapped her in an awkward situation. It wasn't her fault, she told herself. With a sigh, Kathryn nibbled her lower lip submissively and nodded her head. "That's better," Jane said brightly. "See, Mark, I told you she'd be shy. We're going to try to make this a real positive experience for everyone. I really appreciate your willingness to help out." "That's no problem at all," Mark said, visibly cheered by Kathryn's agreement to stay. He gave her another look, one that made the redhead fear she would blush. "Okay," Kathryn said, to cover her embarrassment. "Let's get started." "That's the spirit, Kath -- Stephanie," Jane said, barely keeping from laughter. She removed her robe to reveal the leotard beneath. That reminded Kathryn that she was naked beneath her own robe, and her hands tugged at the securing ties uncomfortably. Jane had Mark lie on the table face down, the towel modestly covering his hips. As Jane's strong hands went to work, she was a model of professionalism. The broad, tanned, shoulders of the man on the table were so different from Kathryn's, but the masseuse worked them just as thoroughly. Every once in awhile, the man gave a little grunt of pleasure, or mumbled some encouragement. After fifteen minutes, Kathryn felt like laughing at her earlier misgivings. The worst she had to fear from this session was boredom, it seemed. After back and arms had been thoroughly worked over, Jane began on his legs. They were as muscular as the rest of him, the calf-muscles so well-defined as to look almost chiseled. Jane moved her hands up the backs of his thick thighs, but only slightly higher than the bottom of the covering towel. By the time Kathryn thought Jane was ready for him to turn over, over a half-hour had passed. A sheen of sweat covered the blonde's tanned skin where it was exposed by the high-cut leotard. Kathryn felt a touch of admiration for the woman's skill and confidence. Suddenly, Jane looked up at Kathryn, her face carefully expressionless. "If you want me to do the rest of you, I'm going to have to remove this towel," she told the man on the table matter-of-factly. Kathryn felt she was looking for some reaction, and was determined not to give her one. "That's okay," came the expected reply. Carefully, Jane removed the towel that covered his hips, so that the man lay completely naked. Despite herself, Kathryn stared at the tight little pale mounds of his buttocks. Jane's hands smoothed oil onto them until they glistened, then began kneading them vigorously. The sight was undeniably erotic, but Kathryn did try to deny it. She noticed that she was nibbling her lower lip again, and stopped. "Stephanie, part of massage is mechanical – the breaking down of toxins in the muscles," Jane lectured as she worked. "But it's just as important to create a feeling of well-being, of pleasure. So I always like to follow up the aggressive techniques with a light fingertip stroking." She began demonstrating that technique, and Kathryn didn't have to be told how good it felt. She wondered if it would have the same effect on this man as it had on her. She watched the blonde lightly run her fingers down the back of the man's thigh, then calf, and back up the other leg. She finished each circuit by lightly dragging a finger along the cleft between those tight buttocks. After a while she began tracing her invisible lines of pleasure along the insides of his thighs, and he shifted his position a little so that his legs were parted. "Here, you try," Jane said. Kathryn had no thought of pretending not to react to that. Her green eyes grew wide and she shook her head from side to side so vigorously that her red curls shook. Jane ignored her and grabbed her wrist in a surprisingly strong grip. Rather than get into an embarrassing wrestling match with the woman in the middle of a massage, Kathryn closed her eyes and allowed the other woman to place her hand on the man's rear. Her fingers were stiff as Jane moved them down the back of his thigh. "Try loosening up a little," her instructor coached. "How can you alleviate tension if you are tense yourself?" With a make-the-best-of-it attitude, Kathryn did relax her hand, and allow her fingers to conform to the contours of his body. But she shot a bitter look at the other woman. "That's better," Jane commented, smiling back. After a few guided circuits, Kathryn found herself falling into the rhythm. To her surprise, she continued the light massage even after Jane released her hand. There was an innocent sensuousness to the feel of oil and motion on firm flesh. She even allowed herself, as if by accident, to caress the insides of his thighs a couple of times, and, most surprising of all, stroke his oiled ass in a manner calculated more to arouse than relax. But going that far broke the spell she had been under, and suddenly she blushed and pulled her hand away. She recognized the spell as her own sexual arousal, and remembered where that had gotten her before. Jane looked at her approvingly though. She covered him back up with the towel. "Alright," she said in a voice that managed to be both cheerful and sexy. "You want to turn over now?" The man, Mark, hesitated for a moment, then, taking care to keep the towel in place, rolled over. Kathryn noticed oiled muscles flexing as he did so. When he laid on his back, he kept one knee slightly bent and his eyes closed. Jane winked at Kathryn, and said "You just lay back and relax now," while pushing the knee down. Instantly, one question was answered. The bulge beneath the towel that he had tried in vain to conceal said the light massage had indeed had the same effect on him that it had had on Kathryn earlier. Kathryn looked away, but stole sidelong glances at the impressive presence stirring beneath the towel. The redhead felt flushed – indeed a blush was spreading from her face down toward her breasts. This was the most difficult part of the experience to justify yet. She wasn't being seduced by experienced hands and ancient techniques now. She was on her own feet, and making a series of choices, one by one, that were leading to something wrong. She had been the last one to touch the man, and she was responsible, at least in part, for that twitching bulge beneath his towel. Bringing pleasure to another woman could be chalked up to once-in-a-lifetime experimentation permitted by unique circumstances. But deliberately stroking a strange man until he began to get hard – and allowing herself to get aroused as well – that was dangerously close to adultery. She crossed her arms beneath her breasts and watched Jane work on his broad chest and ribcage for several minutes, but her eyes kept trailing over that tanned, flat belly down to where – thankfully – the bulge had become less prominent. Many minutes passed until the massage was apparently ending; Jane was finishing the front of his thighs, and there had been no further stirrings beneath the towel. The man could have been sleeping, for all Kathryn knew. But then Jane spoke, and butterflies sprouted in Kathryn's stomach as she realized the massage was not over. "If you want me to finish off with a light massage, we're going to need to get rid of this," she said, tugging at the towel. Jane gave the shocked redhead a smile that plainly asked "now what are you going to do?" Kathryn's wide green eyes held no answer. The man raised up on his elbows, his abdominal muscles visibly tightening with the movement. He looked very relaxed, almost sleepy, and smiled at the two women. "That's fine with me," he said with a wink at Kathryn, who could only swallow nervously in response. Jane quickly removed the towel and Kathryn's eyes fell to see a long, thick penis lying semi-erect against his thigh. It was larger than her husband's even in this state. Her mouth dropped open, but then she realized that the owner of that oversized tool was looking her in the eyes. She stepped back so that his gaze was blocked by Jane, and he settled back down on his back. When Kathryn peeked again, his eyes were closed, and he wore an expectant smile. "This is going way too far," Kathryn whispered angrily. She didn't know which made her more angry: Jane's twisted sense of humor or her own sexual attraction to this naked stranger. "That's right, Stephanie," Jane replied loudly. "You're standing too far away. Move up a little closer."" The woman could hardly keep from laughing out loud. "We're going to do just like we did before, ever so lightly . . ." Jane rubbed the man's flat belly with oil, and his penis twitched as it lay on his thigh. After a few sensuous minutes in the vicinity of his navel, Jane began working her tanned hands across the pale band of skin usually hidden by a swimsuit when the rest of him was getting tanned, and down the front of his thighs. Within a half-dozen strokes, Kathryn watched the man's member grow both in thickness and length, until it was no longer laying down. It arced lazily to one side like a powerful animal waking up hungry after a nap. There was no longer any question of Kathryn not being excited by seeing this. This was a very good-looking man, and he had noticed her in a pleasant way, and his cock was – Kathryn sighed. It was magnificent, she admitted guiltily. She was breathing hard just from looking at it. It was a lucky woman who felt that stretching her pussy on a regular basis, she thought, not even pretending to herself to still be the good wife caught in a bad situation. Her anger had been consumed by more powerful feelings. "Here Stephanie," Jane invited. "You seemed to do a good job on this part last time – she did do a good job, didn't she?" Mark chuckled appreciatively. "You take over for a bit. After all, you're the one being trained. You don't mind if this lovely redhead strokes you awhile, do you Mark?" Mark shook his head with a drawn-out, smiling no. Kathryn pretended to be upset, but felt like a bird hypnotized by a snake. Jane didn't even have to guide her this time. For an instant, Kathryn's hand looked strange to her, pale against the stranger's tanned, muscled belly. That was certainly not a sight she had seen in the marital bed, nor was likely to. Her husband was fit, but this man had sculpted his body to delight a woman's eye. Even odder was the picture of her hand next to that lolling monster of a cock as she caressed the front of his hips, and down his thighs. She hadn't even dreamed men came that big. She found herself wanting to please him, to bring pleasure to that lazy animal, to wake it up and make it stand at attention for her. As she moved her hand back up the inside of his thigh, she allowed her fingertips to tickle his balls as they moved past. That brought a twitch. She applied a little pressure as she moved her hand in an arc across the root of his belly, a bare inch above the base of his cock. She could feel his pubic hair beneath her palm. Then she slipped her hand right down the crease of his groin, rubbing the whole side of her hand against his balls. That caused more of a surge than a twitch, and there was a little less curve and a little more length. A good start, but she wanted more. She'd have to be forgiven, because this was not something she was going to walk away from. The man had tilted his head to one side so he could steal glimpses of her. Kathryn grew even more aroused by the idea that he was watching her do what she was doing – seeing her and his growing cock at the same time. That big cock was getting stiff for her. She knew her own body was getting just as ready to take it inside of her, too. That, at least, though, was surely just a fantasy. Still, her body didn't know that. She was wet enough to lubricate even all of those thick inches. As it finally became fully erect under her teasing, she wondered if she could physically accommodate it. It might have been almost twice as long as her husband's, and much thicker. Somewhere inside her, the good wife protested that it wasn't fair to compare cock sizes, but comparison was inevitable. Her wish to see it standing rigid at attention on its own was not going to happen, she realized. This thing was just too big to stick up as stiff as her husband's smaller member. She felt sure that gravity would keep a slight arc to it no matter how excited he became. Even so, it was plenty stiff enough to ram right into the mouth of her womb. Now that she had him fully erect, Kathryn was at a loss for what to do next. She gave a glassy-eyed look toward Jane, who winked. "I feel a little uncomfortable," the blonde said, moving against the side of the table. She ran a finger under the neckline of her leotard, obviously putting on some kind of demonstration for her client. The meaning became clear quickly when she asked the man, "Can you think of some way you could help me get more comfortable?" Mark smiled, catching on, and peeled the top of her leotard down, exposing her large, tanned breasts. Jane finished the job by wriggling out of the rest of it. She stood nude under the man's gaze. Before Kathryn even noticed his hand move, he had tugged her robe open as well, catching a glimpse of her pale breasts and red-orange pubic hair before she snatched it closed again. "It's okay, Stephanie," Jane said softly. "Mark's going to be a gentleman. Why don't you play along with us? Nothing is going to happen to you." As if her will was no longer entirely her own, Kathryn let the robe fall open, offering a tantalizing view of her body for the man's appreciation. At Jane's encouraging gesture, she shrugged off the robe entirely, and stood as completely naked as the other two. Her nipples stiffened in the air, and Kathryn had a happy thought that that made her look sexier. The stranger's delighted smile gave her confidence a boost that she thought might last years. "We can't do anything illegal, of course," Jane said in a sultry voice, as much for Kathryn's benefit as the man's. "All we can do is massage." She leaned forward and dragged a breast against his bobbing cock. He groaned with pleasure at the long-denied contact. "You want to be . . . massaged, don't you?" "Oh yes," he answered. Jane nuzzled the beast, and for a moment, Kathryn thought she was going to take it into her mouth. Evidently, so did Mark, because he raised up and gasped. The head grew as big as a plum, and left a trail of clear fluid where it the tip brushed against her cheek. Kathryn felt his neediness as her own. It was crying for friction of some kind. And her hand ached to touch it. She wanted to see if she could close her hand around it; she wanted to feel its pulse. She reached out her hand and ran a finger down its length. A part of her couldn't believe that she was touching a strange man's cock. That she wanted it so badly that merely jacking it off would leave her disappointed for the rest of her life. Her hand looked tiny against that dark beast, like a child's. Jane smiled at her and closed her strong, tanned hand around Kathryn's trembling pale one, causing the redhead to grasp the man's circumference lightly. Her fingers barely reached around it. It felt so good to hold. Kathryn imagined she could feel the male vitality pulsing into her just from the touch. Jane reached out and drew Kathryn's head down to its level, and slapped the slab lightly against the redhead's freckled cheek. It was all she could do to keep from drawing that massive head between her lips, or at least planting a soft kiss on the shaft. As it was, her lips were close enough to breathe upon it. The two women had teased him to such sexual need already that even her soft breath caused it to twitch as if she had given it a wet kiss. Kathryn felt a hand on her ass, and her attention was reluctantly drawn away from the object of her desire. Mark was gently stroking her naked backside, trying to reach more intimate parts. She looked uncertainly at Jane, who gave her an "it's up to you" shrug. The other woman wordlessly produced a bottle of baby oil and poured it over the head of the big cock. The clear liquid ran down the length, covering Kathryn's hand as well. Kathryn watched, mere inches away. She could see every glistening curve of it, every vein. She made a single, experimental stroke upwards, too light to be much more than teasing, but she heard the man's sudden intake of breath. Her heart pounded with excitement. She tightened her grip, just a little, and watched the flared head swell even larger. She looked across the nude man'e body at Jane, as if asking permission, and Jane just smiled, blue eyes shining. She noticed that he hand a hand on her ass, too. She tried to imagine how he felt, stroking two pretty women, one blonde, one redhead, both naked, both poised to bring him sexual pleasure. Suddenly, the other woman was a part of the erotic scene, too, rather than just a guide or onlooker. He presence with Kathryn and this strange man was ripe with sexual potential of its own. Her hand had been hesitating at the top of her stroke, holding the shiny knob. She started a slow downstroke, feeling every ridge pass beneath her fingers as they covered the inches to back down to the base. She felt his hand reach out for the wet patch between her legs from behind, and instead of drawing away, allowed his fingers to brush against her most private folds. She could feel them move slickly over bare flesh, flirting with the entrance to her vagina. Slow upstroke, then slowly down. She moved her hips away slightly with the upstroke, then allowed herself to be penetrated slightly by his fingertip on the downstroke. It was as close to fucking him as she would get. She kept up her slow stroking, not at all eager to bring the hand job to an end. Judging from the satisfied smile on his face, he was just as content to let her rub him and rub her in return. She experimented, sometimes letting her hand run over the sensitive head. This always brought an extra response, but she deliberately didn't do it but one stroke in ten. His own caresses were very gentle, and Kathryn thought she could come just from the gentle movements of his fingertips between her legs. Kathryn increased the tempo a little, but tried to keep a fairly light touch. The man was more responsive now, and she saw him begin pump his hips up and down a little with her strokes. He was breathing more heavily. He was also more aggressive with his hand, and Kathryn allowed him to dip further into her vagina. He reached up for her breast momentarily, and she saw his hand was as slicked with her natural lubricants as hers was with baby oil. The gentle squeezing of her breast felt good, but she was glad when he moved his band back to her ass and slid it between her buttocks to rub her genitals. She shifted closer to the head of the table, giving his had complete access to her sexual parts. A well-lubricated finger instantly found her clitoris, and he alternated between rubbing it and dipping his fingers into her vagina. She felt an orgasm building under the finger-fucking, and began stroking the big cock in her hand harder. The head was purple now, and it was stiffer than ever. "Come on baby," she cooed, hardly recognizing her own voice. "Come for me. Let me see that big cock spurt all over my hand." She was breathing hard now, and felt the first fingertip-grasp of an orgasm seizing her. She leaned down, and as she pumped up and down, rubbed the swollen purple head back and forth across her pale breasts, adding the friction of her nipples to the work of her hand. The man groaned, and thrust his hips up in a vigorous fucking motion. Of course, the stimulation of her nipples added to her own mounting excitement. She could sense that the man was about ready to unload on her. Suddenly, she was surprised by a hot jet that splattered against her cheek. From the opening at the tip of the knob, another spurt followed the first, shooting past her breasts and landing, this time, against her pale throat. She actually opened her mouth to engulf him and begin swallowing his semen before she stopped herself. She was amazed at the force of his ejaculation. She had expected more of an ooze from a man his age, but he was shooting his load like a teenager. Before the fourth hot spurt hit her, she climaxed hard. For a moment, her world consisted of the pulsing cock in her hand, the warm cum on her face and throat that dripped to her breasts, and her own violent orgasm. She continued stroking until she realized that the man was holding her hand to stop the painfully sweet assault on his overstimulated cock. Her green eyes half-closed and glazed with lust, she looked into his dark eyes even as she felt the last spasms of her orgasm, sharing with this stranger the private vision of what her face looked like when she came. Her slack face then remembered to smile, first at him, then at Jane, who looked amazed. "Well, wasn't that fun," Jane commented in an amused tone. "I think Stephanie will do just fine, don't you, Mark?" Mark made a contented sound of agreement. Kathryn took a final look at that big cock, now flopped wetly against his flat belly. It may have lost altitude, but seemed just as thick and nearly as long as ever. It was one satisfied animal, Kathryn thought, and she had been the one to satisfy it. Between Jane and Mark she had spread a lot of sunshine so far today. She noticed the streaks of drying semen on her breasts, and reached a hand to her face to find more sticky souveniers of the stranger's pleasure. She may have been a mess, but she was as sexually content as she could ever remember. The only thing that would have been better, she thought, taking one last look at the length and thickness of Mark's relaxed cock -- no, some things were best left to fantasy maybe. Besides, she doubted her self-respect could have survived that. This was disgrace enough. Time would tell if it had been worth it. As it was, she wondered if she would see that monster next time she saw her husband's cock, dwarfing it in her imagination. If she had actually been fucked by that, she thought guiltily, maybe her marriage bed wouldn't ever be quite the same. After Kathryn cleaned herself off, washed the stranger's cum from her red hair, and dressed, she walked out with a firm determination that, however pleasurable her visits had been, it was time to return to her normal life of wife and mother. She would never come back. (Fourth in a series)