Deep Tissue, Happy Endings (closed for StFornicate)

[StFornicate]

As Sidney worked the knots out in my back, I listened to her soothing words. Her touch was calming; her presence, serene. Even when she suggested a more traditional counseling to work through some deep-seated issues (something I would typically bristle at), I found myself open to the possibility.

She was right, of course. All my stress and tension, all my pain, I bottled up inside. Perhaps I was just a typical male in that regard. I was a very private person. Too private, perhaps. It occurred to me then that that was a significant underlying cause of my divorce.

I sighed, and with it, released more tension. My back was feeling a million times better. As she laid the hot towels across my back, I found it to be an easy, simple thing to let the heat permeate my body. It was like she had truly opened me up.

I nodded. "You have done an amazing job, Sidney, thank you," I said. Honestly, I didn't want the session to end. Ever. But I understood that I had paid for her time, and that time was close to expiring. "I haven't felt this good in ages."

 

[Sidney_1]

I returned to the head of the table and held my hands lightly along Tommy’s arms, maintaining physical contact while allowing him to absorb the warmth.

“Oh, you’re very welcome, it’s been my pleasure. Those heat wraps are amazing; I agree.”

I glanced down at his body, limp and languid. I fought the urge to comb my fingers through his hair, knowing that I’d disturb the peace that he was now experiencing.

I allowed him to rest for about 5 minutes until the towels began to cool. I removed the towels and gently dried Tommy’s back and replaced the sheet and cotton blanket.

I placed my hands along his back, feeling for tension, but his muscles had relaxed. He had done good work.

“Yes, you do feel better to me,” I murmured.

I made light strokes from the top of his head to his torso, and then to his buttocks, and then from his buttocks down his legs, and then swept them off his feet. Then, with the palms of my hands, I held them over each of his chakras on his back and made certain each one was balanced. I finished with one final vertical and horizontal stroke along his spine and arms.

“The physical part of your massage is complete, but you are welcome to rest in here for a few minutes. When you are ready to get up, just get up slowly. We still have about a half an hour, if you feel like you’d like to rest for 20 minutes. I would like to review the session with you, though, for the last 10 minutes, just to get your feedback and we can discuss your next appointment. If you’d like some fresh clothes, I have some male pants and a shirt that I keep on hand when I trade services with another body-worker. They look like clothes that you’d wear for martial arts. He won’t mind—I have plenty of attire. You can just return them next time. I’ll leave them in the shower room. So, just take your time. I will relax, too, and meet you in the lobby when you’re ready. You did very well,” I smiled, even though he couldn’t see me.

***

I suspected that Tommy would choose the option for clean clothes, so I simply chose a short, black terry robe to cover my massage attire. No point in over-dressing—he was my last appointment of the day.

I felt a bit tired and relaxed, too. And no doubt about it—sexually charged. Perhaps I’d order in some Chinese and see if Leonard was available. Although he had a full psychotherapy practice, he was always eager to barter with me to keep up his skills- massage and otherwise.

 

[StFornicate]

And then she was done. I sighed, and remained resting for a few minutes after she finished with the instructions, before rolling over and slowly sitting up.

I felt like a new man. My whole body felt alive and well. Instead of aching joints, I felt powerful muscles. It was a good feeling indeed.

I made my way to the shower room, and found the spare clothes prepared for me. I didn't linger in the shower. I was eager to get back to Sidney, to enjoy her presence just a little while longer, before my time was up.

The oil cleaned from my skin, I put on the loose-fitting, comfortable clothes, and headed out to her lobby, where I found her lounging in a short robe, the negligee just barely visible beneath.

"I can't remember ever feeling this good," I said, taking a seat across from her. "You do amazing work, Sidney." My body felt light, but powerful; energetic, even. "You've certainly made a believer out of me."

 

[Sidney_1]

I barely would have recognized the glowing man who lounged on the chair across from me as the same man who had entered my office an hour and a half ago. He was transformed and there was no going backwards.

“Isn’t it amazing to feel so refreshed and alive? Remember this feeling, Tommy, and start thinking of it as being normal. This is how many of us felt when were kids. Free, vibrant, curious; we trusted our instincts and natures. We were imaginary. We had no doubts about our magnificence. But, I appreciate your compliment, and of course, I feel honored that you feel a much greater sense of well-being. Many clients feel a dramatic difference after their appointments, and I always find it fascinating. I’m not here to make a believer out of anyone; your body doesn’t lie. You either feel better or you don’t. I either get a neutral or positive feeling when I receive a referral, or I don’t book the client. Despite your skepticism, and I really think it was directed at Western or allopathic medicine and your fear of being disappointed, but once you showered. . .that closed down attitude seemed to dissolve once you were on my table and relaxed deeply. And that opened your whole body to the healing that was available to it. It was an honor to watch it unfold, and it was a pleasure to work with you. I find it very gratifying.”

I paused, finishing my water, and topped off Tommy’s and my glass with the pitcher of lemon water.

“I generally ask my clients not to share the details of their massage with the clients that they refer to me, as I approach each client somewhat differently based on their needs. Since we rushed the pre-massage discussion a bit so that you could shower, I feel I should ask. . .is there anything about your massage that made you feel uncomfortable? Is there anything that you particularly enjoyed and would like me to include in your following session? This is just helpful feedback to learn more about you. Please . . .don’t be shy. I’ve heard it all, believe me,” I grinned.

I released the tie from my hair and shook it out behind me.

 

[StFornicate]

I gratefully accepted the glass of water from Sidney, and listened to her words as she explained a bit more of her methods.

"You're right. I do have a distrust of medicine, doctors, you know, in general." I chuckled. "I won't even take cold medicine when I get a head cold, I just let it run it's course. But... I can assure you of the utmost discretion."

She had asked about anything being uncomfortable, and what I enjoyed most. "I don't think anything you did made me uncomfortable. I will say that I wasn't expecting your attire to be quite so... revealing, but that's certainly not a complaint." I had to smirk a bit. I wasn't trying to flirt with her, really. But it may have come across that way. I found myself blushing next, though, as I tried to find the words to express what I enjoyed the most.

"Umm, as for what I enjoyed the most... Well... those wrist restraints were quite... Umm, liberating, I think, especially when you were working on my, umm, you know..."

 

[Sidney_1]

I nodded and smiled, appreciating his honesty.

“Well, my attire came out of. . .well, to be honest, I was told by my master teacher to use my entire body for healing, but I didn’t fully understand what he meant at the time. Once I returned to the U.S., I was practicing my techniques on one of my brother’s friends. . .who I have known for years, and the three of us were just sitting around and musing about how I could improve my practice. At the time, I was wearing what you are wearing now for all of my sessions. And then Ned asked why I chose to wear clothing that looked like a bunch of rags when he knew I had a “hot” body. He said he found it exciting when I would lean over him and he would catch just a glimpse of my cleavage or smell my scent. . .not in a salacious way, but that it was just pleasant “eye candy” and it added to his enjoyment of the massage.

And then I just came to accept that my massage practice should be a complete reflection of who I am as a person. Manuel had said that I had many gifts and that they would increase the more willing that I was to trust myself. He had put me in many challenging situations that did reveal some of my latent skills and gave me confidence in myself.

Anyway, after that conversation, I decided that I wanted to make my massage practice an oasis for the mind, body, and spirit and be a creative outlet for myself. I am gifted with a healthy, voluptuous body and I’m very comfortable with sensuality and sexuality. So, why not incorporate that if it helps my clients to have a pleasurable, healing experience? After that discussion, I just started getting very creative and individualized my massages for what each client needed at the time. And that took my practice to a new level. But, my goal is for each client to feel exactly as you do now, and to help them maintain it. It does take some conscious effort on the client’s part to maintain health and vitality. I have to work at it each day, too, but it’s second nature to me now. It’s a habit to be self-aware and make adjustments, so it doesn’t really feel like work. But, everyone needs tune-ups sometimes, including me.

I’m sorry- I keep digressing. So, I experimented with different attire, and even allowed trusted clients to choose what they wanted me to wear. . .and as long as I could do my work easily in it, I wore it. And I found I enjoyed individualizing each experience. Men are visual creatures; I have no problem with giving them some eye candy to make the experience enjoyable.”

I tucked my legs under me and pulled my hair back, trying to choose my words carefully regarding my use of the restraints.

“Mmm. . . the restraints. Yes, many men and some women enjoy them because it quiets their mind and allows them to enjoy pleasurable sensations without a sense of guilt. I don’t even like labeling my techniques, I just trust my instincts and I encourage my clients to do the same. But, I have been trained in tantric techniques and I incorporate them into my repertoire.

I know this is a lot to take in. I will e-mail you an edited voice recording of our session so that you can review it at your leisure. Are you still interested in returning for a follow-up session? Do you have any additional questions for me? I want you to feel at ease when you leave here. That’s why I like to leave some time just for . . . unwinding and processing.”

I smiled into Tommy’s warm brown eyes. There was a polite shyness about him that I found endearing.

 

[StFornicate]

I listened carefully to her story, entranced by her voice. I found myself wanting to know all there was to know about this woman; or, at the very least, all she was willing to share. I smiled softly at her, taking a drink of the water.

"You are a most attractive woman," I said, "and I certainly appreciate the, uh, eye-candy, as you call it." I leaned back, my eyes drinking in her sensuous form. Her mention of tantric techniques intrigued me. I was aware that tantric was a sexual thing, of course, but aside from that, I was ignorant of the details.

"I am most definitely interested in returning for another session," I told her. "I don't know much at all about, er, tantric techniques... Or even if something like that would be appropriate, for me, I mean. But you did such an amazing job on me today, I feel I can trust you to work on me in whatever way you see fit. And I don't know if I fall into your category of clients that you allow to choose your outfits for their sessions, but... I would like to bring you something to wear for next time, if that's okay."

 

[Sidney_1]

“Of course that’s okay. But please don’t spend money on an outfit that you’d otherwise be using to pay for something enjoyable or necessary for yourself. You’re also welcome to choose anything out of my lingerie closets—I have plenty of items that I’ve chosen personally and a separate closet of gifted items in many different colors and styles. They all fit me perfectly,” I said, winking.

I shifted in the chair and stretched my legs out onto the coffee table folding one over the other.

“Well, I’ll look forward to seeing you in two weeks, then. If you wish, you can arrive a few minutes early to pick out an outfit or drop off your outfit beforehand and I’ll be ready for you. We’ll probably just have a brief catch-up to see how you’re feeling and what I think might be the best approach.

For example, I might send you to the whirlpool for the first 10 minutes, and work on you in there. In fact, if you can spare the time, I think it’s best to allow a 2 hour block of time so that neither of us feels rushed in any way. My packaged rate will be the same for you, though. So, no worries. Sound good? Oh—don’t concern yourself with any technical terms like tantric. It’s just a means to help clients focus their sexual energy, but I think of it in a broader sense as well. It’s a poor choice of words, I apologize. It is hard to describe what I do – it’s just my own style. I think you’re wise in allowing me to work on you in any way that I think will be most beneficial to you—at least during these initial three to four sessions. Please call me if anything unexpected occurs during the next two weeks and you feel that you need to be seen urgently. I’d encourage you to drink a lot of water for the next two days to flush out the toxins that I released from your tissues and lymph. But, I really expect that you’ll feel well for the next few days, especially if you incorporate some of my suggestions.”

I stretched, feeling hungry and trying to ignore the avalanche of information that I was receiving about Tommy.

 

[StFornicate]

I listened carefully to Sidney's instructions, nodding in agreement. I watched her langoriously stretch her supple legs out in front of me, and I couldn't help but smirk a bit as I leaned back myself for a moment, stretching my arms out on either side of me before standing up.

"Two hours sounds great, thank you. I'll be cleaned up when I arrive next time as well," I said. "And I think I'll take you up on the offer to select something that we already know fits you perfectly." My imagination ran rampant, wondering just what I might find in her closet, and how it would look on her luscious, perfectly curvy form.

The next two weeks seemed to fly by. I felt so much better, in everything I did. Work seemed easier, my body more capable. I was sleeping better and it was a simple thing to find peace in my surroundings, even amongst the chaos of the big city.

When stress reared its ugly head, I simply conjured up an image of Sidney, her voice a reassuring whisper in my ear. Every day brought me one day closer to getting to see her again. Finally, then, the day came. I told my foreman I would be taking the afternoon off for a doctor's appointment, went home, and showered, cleaning the dust and dirt and grime off, and put on comfortable, loose-fitting clothes, before heading to her office.

I found myself a bit anxious as I entered her office. Almost like I was a teenager again, on a date with a hottie way out of my league. But, I also felt confident, empowered. I was, truly, a new man, and I knew, without a doubt, that this woman could inspire even more within me.

 

[Sidney_1]

Session 2

Mon:​

8am-10am- Joyce and Frank Connors- erotic massage instruction and
coaching

10:30am-11:30am- Mike Stephens- therapeutic massage

2:00pm-4:00pm- Tommy McCarthy - Session 2 massage, open techniques

4:30pm- 5:30pm- Jennifer Anton - erotic massage

I glanced over my calendar, pleased that I had arranged a variety of clients with different needs. I purposely booked clients so that I wouldn’t have clients with similar issues all in one day. In addition, I just found it more challenging and stimulating to work with a variety of populations within a given day.

It had been a fun session with the Connors. Both Mrs. Connors and myself had worn similar outfits in different colors, and then I suggested blind-folding Mr. Connors while we took turns with practicing erotic massage techniques on Mr. Connors. This way, Mrs. Connors did not feel any performance anxiety, and she could mimic what I was doing, while we were able to get verbal feedback from Mr. Connors. After an hour, he had begged for a sexual release, and I had Mrs. Connors ride him until they both mutually orgasmed, while I kept my hands on Mr. Connors as well, so he was never entirely certain who was on top of him. He had kept his hands on Mrs. Connors’ hips as she rode him and when he came, he had cried out, “Oh fuck, Sidney!” But, both Mrs. Connors and I smiled at our shenanigans. I had given them both a light kiss on the lips afterwards, while they were both still coming down from their high and had allowed them some private time together before we reviewed the session and re-booked. They had left my office with big smiles on their faces, hand-in-hand, dreamily. My work was so gratifying.

Mr. Stephens had been a long-standing client whose humor I always enjoyed as I worked out his tension in his lower back. He loved to chatter away during our session, but I accepted and understood that it was his way of expressing his nervousness about his sexual attraction to other women. He was married and religious, but he really needed a wilder sex life. But, for now, I sensed that it was best to just listen and ease the tightest of his muscles until he was ready to hear what was really needed to heal fully.

And then there was Tommy McCarthy. I was looking forward to our session. He was quiet and shy, but open and handsome and I looked forward to seeing what he would choose for me to wear for his healing/massage session.

In preparation, I took a quick shower, and dressed simply in the women’s version of a white cotton/linen wrap style shirt with loose sleeves and loose yogi pants that I still enjoyed wearing during my sessions. It was a similar version of the martial arts clothing that Tommy had worn home.

By 1:45 pm, I was lounging in my lobby, closing my eyes and meditating for a few minutes before Tommy arrived. As I always did before I worked on a client, I asked the Universe to help me channel and assist in each client’s healing in addition to helping me be the clearest conduit for any information that could assist them. I fell into a calm place quickly, aware of the excitement in my belly and the sexual tension in my pelvis.

A few minutes later, I heard a soft knock, and there was Tommy with a gentle grin and a wave as I unlocked my door and he entered my office.

I hugged him ‘hello’, and encouraged him to have a seat.

I smiled at him. He looked great. Vibrant.

“Wellll… how are you feeling? Two weeks is a good time period to integrate some of my bodywork and your own healing efforts. You look fantastic, but sometimes these sessions can unsettle people. So, please, be honest with how you feel so I can aid you to a deeper healing during this session. I just want to check-in with you, and then I’ll let you choose what you’d like me to wear for your session,” I said, winking and smiling, eager to please him and set him at ease.

 

[StFornicate]

Sidney greeted me with a hug when she let me into her office, and that simple touch did a lot to ease away the anxiousness I had felt coming into the appointment.

She sat me down and I was already entranced by her presence.

"I've been doing great, honestly. Sleeping well. Work is as hard as it ever is, of course, but my body has felt more capable, stronger." I smiled at her, leaning forward towards her. I reached out to her, my hands finding hers. I looked at those hands, marveled for a moment at their healing power, before looking up and into her eyes.

"I've been able to find a lot of peace, in everything I'm doing. And I thank you for getting me to that kind of place. I couldn't have done it without you."

 

[Sidney_1]

Session 2

I smiled, squeezing Tommy’s hands. “That’s great to hear that you’re doing so well. Sometimes it is hard to get back to the essential things that heal us in our fast-paced world. That’s why I try to make my practice like a sanctuary for my clients and myself. But, I’m very proud of you—you’ve made excellent progress because you were receptive and diligent, and you’re already reaping the benefits.”

I dropped his hands, and wondered if we’d even need to continue with the therapeutic massage.

“I do want to be clear about one thing. Although I find my techniques unique and I get quick results, incorporating sensual massage techniques with therapeutic techniques is illegal in this country. But, by relaxing someone’s body, you can open their heart and capacity for intimacy, along with their latent sexual desires. I just don’t believe repression is healthy and many clients find it helpful for me to aid them in recovering their sensual selves and our therapy helps improve all of their personal relationships. But, of course, we need to have a trusting, discretionary relationship; any actions must be fully consensual and private. You will only be charged for therapeutic massage. The additional time will be billed generally as “counseling and education”.

Are you open to working with me in a somewhat non-traditional manner? We will begin again with therapeutic massage, but I think you’d also enjoy some sensual massage techniques. And of course, if anything makes you uncomfortable, just let me know. But, I’ll be working from an intuitive place and be tuned into your needs. In fact, this session is all about your pleasure. . . and once again, I hope you will feel transformed in a positive way.”

My heart fluttered, hoping Tommy would say ‘yes’ and take a leap of faith once again.

 

[StFornicate]

As Sidney explained the need for discretion and trust, I listened carefully to her words. I nodded, feeling my heart beat faster, out of desire, for sure, but also curiosity, and wonder.

"I can assure you, you have my complete trust and discretion. What you are doing here is revolutionary, I think. You've changed my life for the better. You have my word, I would never do anything to put your practice, your livelihood, in jeopardy. I would, in fact, fight to protect it, if need be. But I don't think it would ever come to that."

I smiled at her, entranced by her presence. She was such a blessing in my life already. I couldn't wait to see what she had in store for me.

 

[Sidney_1]

Session 2

“No, I don’t think so either, which is part of why I work on a referral-only basis. Come, let me show you all your options in my dressing room.”

I led Tommy down the hall to my private office that contained a large walk-in dressing room. The closet was divided in half by a full-length mirror and seating. I had antique dressers filled with accessories, too. Some clients even brought in photographs that they wanted me to emulate. I tried to cater to all the details as long as it wasn’t too far outside my comfort zone.

“Believe it or not, I’m really a minimalist, although I appreciate beautiful things as much as the next person. On the left are gifted items that I do adore and most of them should be suitable for what I have in mind for you today. They are arranged by color—nudes, blacks, brights, patterns- and you’ll see a variety of styles and textures from silk to velvet blends,” I said as my hand trailed along the various items on bamboo hangers and clips.

“On the right side are my own purchased items that I enjoy wearing for massage, too. It just depends on my mood, and it’s fun to see what clients choose for me. Sometimes, I will choose an outfit and many of my clients enjoy the surprise, the novelty. . . everyone is different. Okay, I’ll give you a few moments, just place the items on top of the dresser and I will meet you in the massage room when you’re ready. There are no wrong choices. You can just come out in a robe or drape yourself with a towel, and then I’ll help you settle in again. I’ll probably wear a light robe over my outfit, too, until we both warm up to each other. I never want to make my clients feel intimidated or embarrassed.”

I gave Tommy some time alone to make his selections while I set up the massage room. I lit six small candles that gave off a navel orange scent and a soft amber glow. Stimulating, but fresh. I fluffed the vase of daisies and wild flowers. I always liked something “alive” in the room. I had already placed the almond oil on the warmer, and I had folded the cotton blankets under the table. It felt cozy, but intimate.

My heart fluttered with excitement. I had no idea what Tommy would choose or what his body might need today, but I felt eager to help him.

After setting up my massage room, I quickly padded back to my office, excited to be dressed and ready for him as soon as possible.

 

[StFornicate]

I nodded in understanding before Sidney left me in her lavish closet. This was the kind of lingerie collection that put Victoria's Secret to shame! I wasn't even really sure where to begin. I didn't know much about lingerie, really; my wife rarely wore the few items we had purchased together.

However, it wasn't long before a set caught my eye. I set it on the dresser as Sidney requested. I was eager to get my session with her started, and I didn't want to linger in the dressing room, so I quickly peeled off my clothes, folded them neatly and set them on the dresser as well, wrapped the towel around my torso and headed for the massage room to await her arrival.

The smell of citrus filled the air, softly, from the candles. I sat myself on the massage table and waited. This woman, Sidney, was unlike any woman I'd ever met. I tried to shake the thought away. She's just your masseuse, dammit... but I knew she was way more than that.



The chosen lingerie:
http://31.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mei9gc7Owx1razx5fo1_500.jpg

 

[Sidney_1]

Tommy had chosen one of my personal favorites – a black, embroidered lace top and panty that a client with a lingerie fetish had designed for me based on my own preferences. I donned the lingerie, tying the top securely with the satin bow. I slipped on the matching black satin robe and headed back to my massage room.

I found Tommy sitting on the massage table, his groin wrapped in a towel, gazing into the candles.

“Well, hello again,” I said smiling.

“So, your first challenge. . .no, I prefer the word choice, because there is no race in healing. We heal when we’re ready. But I will invite you to step down for a moment, and I’m going to place my body close to yours, partly touching, and I want you to notice how my satin robe feels against your bare skin. And with your hands, you can explore the contours of my body over the robe, if you wish. I will do the same with my fingertips over your skin, and over your towel, exploring your contours. . . and in this way we will “warm” to each other. And when you feel ready, and if you feel ready, you can remove my robe. If you don’t feel ready and prefer I remove it during our session, that is fine, too. This is about slowing down your mind and enjoying the sensation and pleasure of touch and perhaps fantasy. Would you like to try this exercise? Again, there is no pressure for anything with me. . . I am happy to tuck you in, just as we did last time, and proceed from there as I see fit. As you know, I work very spontaneously.”

 

[StFornicate]

Her words were not what I was expecting, but everything I had been hoping to hear. My eyes drank in her luscious form as she spoke; I knew exactly what was under that little robe. She didn't even need to touch me to get me hard. Her words, coupled with her presence, did that all on their own.

I slid my butt down off the massage table, not immediately realizing as I did that the act loosened up my towel. As I found my feet, and took the single step towards her, it became quite obvious how intense my erection, indeed, my desire for her was: it was the only thing holding the towel up!

"I think I'm up to the challenge," I told her, looking down into her eyes from above her, my hands reaching out to her, my fingers grazing along the flimsy, loose fabric at the bottom of her short robe.

 

[Sidney_1]

I brought my hands up to Tommy’s shoulders, with just our chests and pelvis’ in direct contact, as if we were on a tight bus. My hands traced around the contours of his chiseled arm muscles and then I stopped, wanting Tommy to have his arms free to explore freely.

“How about we take turns, so each of us can focus and enjoy the other’s touch? You first. And take all the time that you need.” I whispered into his ear, allowing my lips to graze his neck, before giving him a light, soft kiss of encouragement.

“This is intimate work, but I wouldn’t ask you if I didn’t think you were up to the challenge,” I said, lightly planting another innocuous. kiss on the other side of Tommy’s neck.

“I’m sorry, that’s the masseuse in me desiring symmetry and doing what I thought was best to encourage you to continue. But I want you to focus on just your sense of touch, not kissing, just being very present with me.”

I looked up into his warm eyes, winked, and then shut my eyes so he wouldn't feel self-conscious.

 

[StFornicate]

I nodded, smirking a bit as she gently, teasingly laid kisses on my neck, but then insisted that I not kiss her. I nodded at her words, my hands instinctively moving to her hips. I pulled her close to me, firmly, wanting to feel her soft body against mine.

My erect penis pressed into her smooth lower tummy, and I felt it throb instinctually at the feminine contact. A soft moan escaped my lips when I did, and I found myself easily embracing the moment, and her presence. My whole world shrank down to this room, this moment, this woman as my fingers traced lightly along the silky curves of her hips.

I took my time as I explored her, drinking her in with my eyes and my hands. My fingers and palms moved over her, sliding up her sides to just under the swell of her large breasts, and then back down again. Finally moving down further, and around behind her, and another soft moan escaped my lips as one of my hands gripped her round buttock, firmly, squeezing her flesh, the tips of two fingers discovering flesh just under the hem of her robe.

 

[Sidney_1]

Session 2- Warming Up

Tommy needed no further encouragement, pressing me firmly to him, and I could sense his latent desires and passions being released in his moans.

His touch was deliberate and sensual and I held my breath as his hands approached the top of my ribs, barely avoiding the swell of my breasts. He instinctively knew how to ‘warm up’ both my body and his.

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, giving him free reign to touch me. As his hands roamed over the contours of my body, bravely squeezing my buttock, he moaned; and I could feel his erection growing between our bodies.

It was exciting for me, too, and I instinctively moaned and gently thrusted my pelvis towards him in pleasure, the heat between us building.

“Mmm. . .you have a very nice touch and I’m enjoying it. If I moan, it’s because I am feeling pleasure and I like to release it. I can feel your passion and I’m glad you’re feeling very comfortable with me. But do not focus on pleasing me, just continue to follow your instincts and just place my hands on your body when you’re ready for me to touch you,” I said softly.

“Oh, and don’t be self-conscious about any sounds you might make or if you become aroused. We’re working on a lot of levels today, and it’s natural for both of us to need to express ourselves. This room is sound-proofed, so I hope you feel at ease.”

I fought the urge to plant small kisses along Tommy’s ear. I knew that would be selfish and inappropriate just yet.

 

[StFornicate]

"I think we both know how aroused I am," I replied, a thick whisper in her ear. How long had it been since I'd been with a woman last, I wondered, as my hands left her butt and moved up her back. I felt her push her groin against me, I heard her moan. My pleasure, it seemed, was shared, and that aroused me even further. My cock throbbed now, my hips instinctively rolling to rub myself against her hourglass figure.

I didn't bother to stoop down and pick up the towel when it finally fell to the floor, and another moan escaped my lips when her bare skin rubbed against me, and I could feel the lace of her fine panty rub against my sack.

Normally, back when my wife and I still had a sex life, I would be aggressive when aroused. Hurried. Now, I found it an easy thing to savor each sensation for what it was. I didn't know what laid in store for me with this appointment; Sidney was still very much in the driver's seat. I felt her breasts graze across my chest, with her arms loosely wrapped around my neck. That touch sparked my arousal even further, and I found my hands moving up her back and pressing her firmly against me.

Her breasts were large, and firm, but not so much that they didn't still feel soft against my chest. Another groan slipped out my throat, and my hands moved around her, from her back to her chest, and I pushed her back away from me just enough so that I could watch my hands grasp each of her tits. They were much more than a handful, even for my large, work-calloused hands...

 

[Sidney_1]

Session 2- Warm Up

I felt Tommy’s towel slip away, and he moaned loudly, presumably content to be free from its restraint. His warm penis throbbed against my belly and I dropped my hands to his waist. I placed a fingertip along each side of his erection as if to say ‘It’s okay’ and then I let his penis dance between our bellies. He was completely losing himself into the world of tactile sensations, just as I had hoped.

I sensed he was a very sexual person, but not necessarily in touch with the emotional or sensual aspects of intimacy. But, we were definitely making progress.

As his arms moved up my back, I intentionally moved my arms back to around his neck so that he had the most freedom. I focused on breathing steadily as I sensed that he was about to explore my breasts.

We both leaned slightly back as Tommy attempted to grasp each of my breasts in his hands. My robe had eased open and I felt more exposed, but my breasts were still somewhat confined from the ribbon sash. He continued to explore the contours of my breasts and mold them with his hands.

I leaned back and groaned; his firm touch was exactly what I loved when my breasts felt tender as they did today. It always turned me on to watch a man play with them, to try to contain their fullness in their hands, but I kept my eyes shut. I could feel my own pussy beginning to get wet, and I quickly did my best to get ahold of myself.

“Mmm. . .that feels wonderful, ” I whispered. “I think I’m definitely getting warmed up to you.”

 

[StFornicate]

I looked at her when she spoke, telling me she was warming up. I smirked a bit, my hands still playing with the luscious globes on her chest, but my attention was now drawn to her face.

God but this woman was beautiful. She still had her eyes closed.

Slowly, my hands traveled upward, across her collar bones, and gently up and along the sides of her neck. I watched her, carefully, for her reactions, as one hand trailed up, behind her ear, and towards the back of her head, my fingers digging gently through her long hair. With the other hand, the tips of my fingers explored her face.

Moving along her jawline, and passing gently over her lips, I smirked again when her impulse was to kiss them when they touched her there. Up the other side, her cheek, the side of her face, and then my whole palm gently laid on her nose, and my four fingers trailed down from her forehead to her chin, and then came to rest along the other side of her face.

The words were unbidden, and unexpected, when they tumbled out of my mouth next: "Look at me, Sidney," I said...

 

[Sidney_1]

Look at me, Sidney.

I opened my eyes. He may as well have said, “Kiss me, Sidney.”

Our brown eyes locked. I glanced up and down at him. He was unabashed in his nudity. I could see and feel his desire and hunger for more intimacy with me.

“I am looking at you; and I assure you, I am very aware of your needs. I’m going to indulge one of them, and then I hope you’ll trust me to guide you through the rest of these sessions and just trust that if you’re open, you’re going to get more than you ever dreamed of out of them.”

Tommy’s hands caressed my hair and cheek lightly, soothingly.

I rose up on my toes and caressed his face lightly with my nose before my lips rested on his. I teased his lips with my tongue before finally our lips settled together; connecting with gentle, but intimate kisses. I knew he wanted more, much more, and I would have enjoyed it, too, but this was a therapy session. Tommy’s session… and it didn’t feel right yet.

I broke away, but kept my face near his.

“That was lovely. I know it has been a while for you and I imagine that you have a lot of pent-up passion. I think we’ve both warmed up to each other to the point where we can work more intimately- on many levels- on my table. Are you still willing to trust me?”

 

[StFornicate]

The kiss was tender, and I could feel my passion and desire for this woman growing with every passing moment. When our tongues touched, gliding over each other, it was electric.

And then she pulled away. I wanted more, so much more, but I also knew I could trust her; I knew, from her touch and from that kiss, that she wanted more as well.

I nodded in agreement to her words. She knew me so well, it was almost frightening how good her intuition was. "I trust you completely, Sidney. And let me reaffirm that whatever happens here, will stay between us." I smirked as I leaned back and placed my hands on the massage table behind me, and picked myself up and sat on it, still facing her.

"I'm not one to kiss and tell."