Eric returned to his desk, freshly showered and ready for the afternoon. He had grabbed an apple, a pear and some nuts to nibble on during his meetings. His first meeting he had trouble focusing on, with images of Corrine and Melissa occupying his mind until he had to troubleshoot an issue someone was having. The next time he looked up it was 4:30 and his last meeting was ending.
Melissa flipped her tank top off after her 2:00pm meeting finished. She took a moment to fill her water glass again before putting her head down and banging out some work for the rest of the afternoon. Corrine’s afternoon was the much the same as Melissa’s with the lion’s share of her productivity coming after 3:00pm.
At 4:40, Corrine signed off and went downstairs to see Melissa.
“Hey gorgeous. That’s what Eric calls you right?”
“Hey Corrine. He does. I don’t think handsome works for you. Beautiful will though. Or we can be the gorgeous twins maybe.”
“Work done yet? Farah should be here soon.”
“I have one more thing to finish. I will be 10 minutes or so. Is there anything you don’t look fabulous in? Gym shorts, an old crop top and no makeup and you could be on a magazine cover. I think I have to find an appropriate synonym for gorgeous or give up my title.”
Corrine smiled, unable to suppress it, “Like I said this morning. I have to hang out with you and Eric every chance I get. You both make me feel good about myself.”
Queued up on Melissa’s tongue was to ask Corrine when Sam was due home. She stopped herself, unsure if that would steal away any good feelings Corrine might be having.
Corrine’s doorbell rang.
“Shit. Farah? Already? Damn. I was at least going to brush my hair before she arrived.”
“You’re beautiful Corrine. Go and answer your door. I will be up in 10.”
Melissa hammered out what she wanted to finish, then signed off. When she got to the top of the stairs, she heard voices coming from the kitchen. She walked in feeling nervous recalling Corrine raving about how beautiful Farah is.
When she turned the corner, Farah took her breath away. Wow. She was everything Corrine had said and it all seemed so effortless for Farah.
“Melissa. Hi. I would like you to meet my friend Farah. Farah this is Melissa she is…”
Melissa was marching directly to Farah with her hand out.
“Farah. It is an honor to meet you. Corrine speaks so highly of you. I am Melissa. I am Eric’s assistant, when I can be here for a massage session.”
Corrine scrunched up her face, looking at Melissa sideways.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Melissa. Corrine didn’t mention that Eric had an assistant.”
“Well, I’m not always available to help Eric, so it probably slipped her mind. I make sure Eric’s customers are comfortable, have everything they need and I do an initial assessment so Eric doesn’t use up any of your time assessing any problem areas you may have. I haven’t done that for you yet, have I Corrine.”
“No, you haven’t.”
“Next time for sure, then. Farah. It’s a pleasure. I think Eric is expecting you around 5:30. Why don’t you and Corrine come over around 5:15 and I can get you all set up.”
Melissa turned and left. Now she had to go and tell Eric he has an assistant and figure out what the hell that meant.
“Can I get you a water?” Corrine asked Farah.
“Do you have something a little stronger?”
“Rough day at work?”
“No. I need something to calm my nerves.”
Corrine turned to look at Farah.
“Nerves? What do you have to be nervous about?”
“I know I asked you about… you know… after the massage.”
“A happy ending?”
“Yeah. When we talked, I was sure that was what I wanted. Now that I’m here.”
“So just pay Eric for the hour. He won’t mind.”
“No. I still want that, but. Well. I’ve never had another man, you know. So I’m nervous.”
“Never another man, or never another man since you’ve been married?”
“If I say both?”
Corrine was flabbergasted. Christ. Farah is so damn beautiful. But, kudos to Farah if that was true. Corrine tried to calm her mind and focus on Farah’s problem.
“So… You want another man to touch you? To get you off?”
“Yes. No. I don’t know. I’m so confused.”
“It’s okay Farah. It’s okay. What’s going on with you and… in your life?”
“This goes no further than us, right? I don’t even know how to talk about this.”
Corrine didn’t know what was coming, “Just between you and me. I swear.”
“Okay. Hang on. Ummmm. Our sex life. Ummm. I mean we still have sex but. Well. It has become boring. I mean. Not that it was ever. Well.”
Corrine put an arm around Farah.
“Okay. It’s okay. I understand. We all understand. Look. I don’t need details.”
Farah half hugged Corrine back, “Thank you.”
“You’re no doubt really nervous and a little excited and wrestling with desire and morals and…”
“You have no idea. I haven’t been able to focus all day.”
“Okay. No alcohol. You need to be clear minded when you’re getting your massage. You grandbetting yeni giriş need to know what you decide to do is because you wanted to do it. Okay?”
“Okay. That’s a good idea. What if someone finds out? What if Sanjay finds out?”
“You husband will only find out if you tell him. So. Don’t tell anyone except me. I know Eric. You can trust Eric. Eric will tell no one. Melissa won’t know what happens, so she won’t tell anyone either. And even if she knows what happens, she won’t blab. To borrow a phrase, what happens in the room stays in the room.”
“Okay. Okay. Thank you. Is it possible to know you want something but also not know?”
“Obviously it is. But know it happens to everyone.”
“It’s happened to you?”
“Of course. Many times, about many things. You know, you’re out shopping. You see the most gorgeous pair of shoes you’ve ever seen, but they’re $800. You want them. You don’t need them. You don’t want them, but you have to have them. I know. It’s not sex. It’s not cheating on your husband. But it’s not that different. Part of what you’re wrestling with about the shoes is having to justify the $800 to your husband for something you don’t really need. The thing is, sex is something we need for our well being. The shoes, if we don’t get them, tomorrow or next week some other object will catch our attention. Touch, if you don’t get it, next week you will just want it more; and more; and more, until you might make a really bad decision to get it.”
“Oh. Jeez. I guess. And yes. My body is craving attention. I have been so desperate at times I have fantasized about following a delivery guy into his truck just to be touched.”
“And that wouldn’t be good. Here’s something to consider. There’s a saying some man supposedly said about hiring a prostitute. It goes something like, ‘I’m not paying you to come and have sex with me, I’m paying you to go home afterwards.’ Eric is not going to show up on your doorstep, or phone you, or text you endlessly. It’s a business transaction, and hopefully a very pleasant and fulfilling one.”
“Great. Now I’m hiring a prostitute. Shit. I should leave. This is a bad idea.”
Farah took a step towards the door. Corrine held her tighter.
“Wait. You’re here for a massage. Maybe the touch from receiving a massage will be enough Farah. If other things happen, they happen. Maybe touch Eric early in the massage; on his leg; on his arm. See how that feels. See if it scares you or is a bridge too far for you right now. Don’t leave. I would not have suggested Eric to you if I thought he would be problematic for you. Okay?”
Farah sighed in response to the tension she was feeling, “Okay.”
“I trust you, Farah. Secrets?”
“Sure. You can trust me.”
“Eric massaged me. I needed touch. He touched me. He made me orgasm. It was wonderful. We’re still friends. The only danger I see for you right now, is enjoying it so much, you want more, not more sex, not intercourse, just more touch. More orgasms. Eric’s hands were amazing. I don’t know if it was because I needed so much to be touched, or if his hands are that good. I know I want more. I know I want to find out if he is that good. It will be harder for me. We see each other almost everyday. Sam is right here. Don’t back out now. Eric is respectful. If you try something and say stop, he will stop and finish whatever remains of the massage. Stay. Get the massage. Melissa and I will stay nearby.”
“Okay. Thank you Corrine. My body feels like it’s… it’s… I can’t describe it. I’m nervous and excited and anxious.”
“I know. I was too. Halfway through the massage I had relaxed. Eric’s hands felt marvelous. I felt myself calming, my legs spreading inviting him to touch me.”
“What happened when he first touched you, you know?”
“When he first touched my pussy?”
“Yeah.”
“I flinched. I half moaned; half yelped. He didn’t push but was gently persistent, allowing me to accept or reject his touch. After a few deep breaths I relaxed a little, nervously accepting his touch, then quickly raising my hips inviting him to touch me more. It was rejuvenating.”
“And after?”
“I thought I would feel bad. I did a little immediately, but then I was… I AM, okay with what happened. Neither of us is chasing a torrid affair. It was a very pleasing transaction. I got what I needed and felt better for it. You know your story about the delivery guy? I was chasing those fantasies too. Now I’m not. They haven’t entered my mind since.”
It was only half a lie Corrine was telling Farah. She didn’t tell her about the sex with Eric and Melissa and how exhilarating it was. That was a secret she wasn’t ready to share, and wasn’t a place she saw Farah going with Eric.
“Come on Farah. Let’s go. Are you ready?”
Farah sighed again. “Okay, let’s go. Thanks. Thanks for talking with me and for sharing your secret. I feel better. Not as anxious, but still somewhat..”
*************
“Okay Eric.” Melissa started talking as soon as she opened his door. “We have grandbetting giriş about half an hour before Farah and Corrine come over. And oh. By the way, I’m your assistant.”
“My what? What the hell is an assistant to a masseuse?”
“I don’t know. I will figure it out. I’m going to help her get ready and do an initial assessment on her trouble areas so you can just come in and massage her. By the way, what are you using for oil?”
“Shit. Oil. Christ. I didn’t think about that either. I have some massage oil somewhere I bought a while ago.”
“What do you have in your kitchen?”
“What?”
“What oils do you have in your kitchen? If you’re going to be massaging people then licking and sucking their body parts, you’re going to want to use something that it’s okay to consume; something edible.”
“Good thinking. Did you meet her?”
“I did.”
“Is she someone… you know. Is she attractive at least? I mean. If she wants me to eat her…”
“You will have to decide for yourself, but, would Corrine send you someone who wasn’t?
“I guess not.”
“Oils? What oils?”
“Uhhhh, Canola, olive, toasted sesame and grapeseed I think. Oh, and coconut.”
“Squirt bottles of any sort?”
“They have spouts on them.”
“That will do. Bring the olive and grapeseed upstairs. I would say the coconut, but it can be fragrant. Some people won’t want that. I’m going to get some sheets for the table and towels to cover her and in case she wants to shower before or after. If she wants you to use olive oil on her body, that’s fine, but I would probably stick to grapeseed on her pussy and ass. Olive oil can be a bit spicy; peppery and acidic.”
They met in the massage room.
“Eric, get a Bluetooth speaker and find some meditative massage music to play during the massage.”
“Glad you’re here… assistant.”
“Go and get into your shorts and a t-shirt. Your pants no doubt smell like pussy after our lunch encounter.”
It was 5:05. Melissa was on her phone looking for a one-page massage form for clients. She found one and printed it off. She set it on a dresser in the massage room with a pen. She looked at herself in the mirror, making sure her bikini top was centered and hiking up her shorts just a little more to split her camel toe a little deeper. She found a massage music playlist and put it on the speaker really softly.
“Hey you two. We’re here.”
Melissa heard Corrine calling from downstairs. She went down and greeted them.
“Hi again Farah. Am I saying your name correctly?”
“You are. Thank you, Melissa. I do appreciate when people get it right.”
“Come upstairs and I will get you ready. Corrine. Are you going to wait here or head home?”
“I was going to wait for a bit and see if you can help me book my next appointment.”
Corrine thought Farah hearing she wanted another appointment might settle her a little more.
“Yes. We can do that once I have Farah settled. This way please Farah.”
Melissa led Farah upstairs. Eric was in the bathroom.
“Farah, we have a form for you to fill out. It looks more formal than it needs to be. All we really need is your first name and an initial and then any problem areas you currently have. List any allergies as well, so we don’t use oils that might contain, you know, nuts for example, if that would be a problem for you.”
Melissa chided herself for being a motor-mouth while Farah filled out the form and handed it back.
“Undress to whatever level you’re comfortable with while I review your form.”
Melissa reviewed it quickly.
“Here Farah. Let me hang those up for you,” Melissa said taking Farah’s pants and top, trying not to stare at Farah standing there in her underwear. She was stunning.
Eric walked into the room, stunned by Farah’s beauty, he stumbled over trying to say ‘Hello and Sorry for interrupting’.
“Farah. This is Eric. He’s happy to meet you.”
Farah snickered, “It’s very nice to meet you, Eric. Corrine tells me you’re a wonderful masseur.”
“Yes. Thank you. I will leave you two to finish up.”
Eric turned and left.
“Corrine said you’re really nice Melissa. She’s right. Thanks for making me smile and relax. I’m a little tense. Where should I put my underwear?”
“I was planning to hang your beautiful underwear on this hanger if you were going to take it off. Is that okay?”
“It is. Thank you. Do you do your assessment on the table or standing?”
Melissa could feel her nipples poking against the bikini top. “Umm let’s start with you standing, then I will finish with you on the table before I bring Eric in. Would you like to take a shower before we start? I can wash your back if needed.”
“I showered before I left home. Maybe next time… if you’re here for my next appointment.”
“If you shower after the massage and want oil removed from your back, I can assist with that too.”
“Okay. I will remember that.”
Farah was every bit as beautiful as Corrine had said. Her breasts were moderately sized grandbetting güvenilirmi and slightly pendulous. Her body was completely flawless, athletic, her pussy shaved with a triangular patch of closely cropped pubic hair adorning the top. When Melissa turned back, she caught the slightest glimmer of wetness in the light shining on Farah’s vulva.
“Right. So stand up straight so I can check your posture. It’s surprising how many issues start with the slightest of misalignment when we stand.”
Melissa walked behind Farah.
“Your spine looks really straight. Nice.” Melissa said running a finger down Farah’s spine. Melissa’s touch surprised Farah, sending shivers radiating out from her spine, causing tickles to spark in her nipples.
“Square shoulders. Good balance down your lats. My. What a tiny waist you have. It’s quite beautiful Farah.” Melissa said, her hands caressing Farah everywhere she called out.
‘Dangerous.’ That was the word Corrine used last night to describe what she felt when she bent over to kiss Melissa’s tits for the first time. ‘Dangerous.’ Yes. That’s exactly what Melissa was feeling caressing Farah. Dangerous.
“Thank you, Melissa. Your touch is nice. I hope Eric’s is at least as nice.”
“Oh, it is. And better, I’m sure. Your form says you’re having an upper back problem. Can you help me locate it, so when you get on the table, I can quickly find if the source may be elsewhere?”
Melissa stood at Farah’s side, placing her hand on Farah’s back at about the middle.
“Here?”
“A little higher. Yes. Around there.”
Melissa placed her other hand on Farah’s sternum, nestled between Farah’s tits and began pushing on Farah’s back. Farah’s nipples looked aroused, but not having seen them before Melissa couldn’t be sure if this was their natural state. Restraining herself from touching Farah’s tits more than she was caused her own pussy to stir.
“I can feel some tightness. Eric will be able to help with this, I’m sure.”
Melissa moved back behind Farah.
“Yes. Your spine is straight and the line runs perfectly through your buttocks,” Melissa said running her fingers between Farah’s butt. She cupped both Farah’s cheeks and lifted.
“And these seem well balanced too. I feel the same heft in both. Nice.”
“You’re very thorough, Melissa. I wasn’t expecting that.”
“I am. We want out customers to be happy and receive the service they need. Let me do a quick check on your front side before I get you on the table. Pretty perfect as well.”
Melissa cupped Farah’s tits again. “These are such a nice size for your stature. Do you find they cause any strain in your back?”
“Not really,” Farah said feeling her nipples press into Melissa’s hand.
Melissa released Farah’s tits, looking directly into her eyes, she ran her finger down the center of Farah’s torso from her collarbone to her pubic hair. Melissa was well aware of the expanding dampness in her shorts.
“Another perfectly straight line, joining with these two angles to form the perfect arrow,” Melissa said, her two hands sliding from Farah’s crotch up to her hips. “Now your groin injury. On your left leg, yes?”
“Yes.”
“Eric will need me to tell him how extensive and how tender the injury is,” Melisa explained kneeling in front of Farah. “So it starts about here?” Melissa asked touching Farah just above her knee.
“A little higher.”
Melissa could see evidence of more arousal in Farah’s pussy. She smiled to herself. What fun. What danger.
“And it runs how far up?,” Melissa asked running her hand up Farah’s thigh.
“Pretty much to the top.”
“So up here then?”
“Yes. Up that high.”
“Eric’s hands will have to very close to touching you here,” Melissa said placing the back of her hand on Farah’s vulva, feeling barely a flinch from Farah. “Is that okay?”
“Let’s hope so. I mean. Yes. You know. I do hope he can help. And, it is high, so, I know he will likely bump my vulva once or twice. That’s okay.”
“Okay then. On the table for you last check. Face down please.”
Farah picked up some money she had placed on the table, handing it to Melissa before laying down.
“Here is the payment. Can you see Eric gets it?”
“Absolutely.” Melissa fanned out the bills doing a quick count. $120. 60, 80, 100? The extra 20? A tip maybe? She slid the money halfway into one of her pockets.
Melissa pressed her hands along Farah’s back, pretending to check the top, middle, lower back and Farah’s buttocks.
“Some of the tension you’re feeling here, may be from stress in your buttocks. Eric will find it. He always does. Very nice, very enviable ass you have by the way Farah.”
“Thank you, Melissa.”
“So see. From here, when Eric does your groin, he’s likely to hit your pussy,” Melissa said, grabbing Farah’s groin and intentionally bumping her hand into Farah’s pussy. It was wet and slick, coating Melissa’s finger. “Sorry about that. I just thought I should let you know; in case you want to warn Eric from getting too close. Okay. I’m done. If there’s nothing else you need from me, I will go and get Eric.”
“Thanks Melissa. Nothing I need from you. One suggestion for you though. You should ask your clients if they would like you to be naked when you doing their assessment. Some may find that more comfortable.”