Barbara M.

I think I'll tell you a story about Barbara. I’ve known Barbara for a couple of years. She’s the person who recommended that her friend Autumn to come and see me a few weeks ago. Barbara is in her early 30’s, a few years older than Autumn. When I first saw her I thought, “Just a normal every day ‘plain Jane’ type. My over active sex drive would be easier to keep in check and I ‘m looking forward to doing a couples massage. So far all my work has been one member of a family. Barbara is of average to medium height, about 5’6,” and weight, 140 lbs., light brown hair, greenish brown eyes; nothing outstanding or special except maybe her personality and her overly friendly and trusting attitude of others. Then again, maybe I’m speaking too soon; I shouldn’t say there is nothing special about her. She’s happily married Jim, has two young pre-teen daughters, and goes to church most Sundays- typical white picket fence type housewife and mother. Jim has a good job I guess because Barb stays at home most days. Her girls are in school so most of her days are free (no 9 to 5 days at the office) to do as she pleases. What a life!

Barbara wasn’t yet 30 years old when I first met her. Jim was 5 or 6 years older. Both would come to me for a massage once a month, but after several sessions, Jim shied away saying massage really wasn’t his thing and I rarely ever saw much of him after that. Barbara was just the opposite and totally enjoyed being massaged. Barb has been coming to me on a regular basis just to relax. Barbara would dress with motherly type loose fitting clothes and was difficult to realize what she was hiding. After her first massage, I looked at her in a totally different way.

She now became very easy to look at and I looked forward to many sessions with her. She had everything in all the right places. Firm above average 36C sized breasts, narrow waist, shapely hips attached to two creamy smooth legs. Everything was perfectly proportioned. As a matter of fact her whole body was creamy smooth; not a blemish. You would never know she had any children; her tummy was still tight and firm. She cooed and moaned with pleasure every stroke. I never gave her an erotic massage but she gave me a woody just the same.

She always seemed to have a good story to tell every time I saw her. I have been giving Barb massages about once a month for almost a year. Three or four weeks after my first massage with Autumn, I got a call from Barb. Let me tell you first that Barbara had never had an erotic massage. As a matter of fact she never even heard of it. When she first told Autumn that I gave a great massage that's all she meant. Well to keep this short I guess it's safe to say, friends talk. Unknown to me, a couple of weeks after I had given Autumn a special massage, she met Barb in church and related her experience with me.

Barb had appointment with me for a massage the following week. It was still summer and was hot and humid. She showed up on schedule, as usual, wearing a light sleeveless yellow blouse and a pair of cut-off home made jeans. She looked hot in that cool outfit. I told her to go into the massage room and get ready. I’d be there in a couple of minutes. Although I have known Barb for some time now, she was still very modest and always covered up. I didn’t have to see all of her to know she had beautiful body. My hands gliding over her body for the past ten months told me. She wasn’t prudish, but like many women she was embarrassed or ashamed to show her body. Almost all people have some sort of complex about displaying their not so perfect shape. They don't understand that most bodies are not perfect; all are beautiful and all are different shapes, sizes and colors. It's the person inside that makes them who they are. Barb was no exception. Although she always felt comfortable being almost nude on my table, she would keep covered with a sheet or blanket depending on the room temperature. As much as she trusted me for a soothing massage, she always kept her panties on.

I re-entered my massage room and Barb was laying face down beneath a sheet as usual. Before I began Barb asked, “Would you mind if I got a massage today without this sheet on me? It’s so hot and sticky and I think I would feel more comfortable without it.” I told her I wouldn’t mind at all. As I turned down the sheet and placed it on the chair beside the table, I saw that Barb totally naked; hot and sticky or not, this was not the norm for Barbara. That firm round butt hit me solidly. It appeared to me Barb was looking for something a bit different today; a little extra in her massage session. I hadn’t said a word as I caught myself staring wide-eyed at the closest to perfect butt I have ever seen. Even though Barb was facing down, she sensed I was scrutinizing her bare butt and immediately spoke up,” Pete, you have seen most of me for a quite a while now and didn't think a little extra skin would bother you.” I said,” Of course not”. “Pete, my back is a bit sore from vacuuming the other day and I was hoping you could do a little extra massage on my lower back, hips and also thighs.” Again I said, “I will see what I could do for your new aches and pains.” Then hesitantly and sheepishly she added, “I have this pain going right up into my butt and is there anything you can do for that?” I had never even seen her naked butt never mind massaged it. I have to admit to myself that I had wondered what kind of ass was hidden beneath the loose granny panties Barb always wore. If it's covered I don't rub it! I said,” Sure I'll see what I can do to help you.” For a mother of two, Barb had an ass of a 21 year old; solid and perfectly shaped; the kind of butt that with one look gets your groin stirring; one touch and it gets your dick twitching. I took all my internal strength to keep my hands from going directly to her ‘sore’ butt.

Because Barb mentioned she was hot and sticky, I suggested using conditioner instead of oil. It struck my memory just then that this is where everything changed with my massage of Autumn. I suggested using conditioner to her also. I began at her shoulders and worked down to her lower back kneading and rocking her lower back and hips back and forth and side to side. I noticed she was doing a little rocking on her own but didn't really pay attention to it. I started working on her buttocks. She let out a little ow! It was sore! I suggest a little pressure right now for the deeper muscles then a light soothing rub after. She said, ‘OK that sounds good.” Conditioner even though it is more slippery than oil, it absorbs fast and gets sticky fast so you have to keep applying more to keep things going. I dropped a large amount of warm lotion right at the tip of her coccyx and worked from this small puddle of warm lotion to do her buttocks. Obviously not all of it was used on her buttocks. I accidentally spilled some (no, not some, a lot) of this warm lotion between her cheeks and it quickly flowed down between and onto her vulva.

After apologizing profusely I asked, “Would you mind if I wiped you off?” Barb didn’t hesitate a second and said, “I think that would be nice if you would do that.” Before I could say anything else, Barbara had spread her legs in order to accommodate my hand. My mind began thinking sexual thoughts again. No time like the present to find out if I was to lose a client or become her friend for life. I reached down between her now parted legs and wiped up very gently being sure to brush this warm slippery conditioner over her vulva up and across and around her anus. At that instant Barb let out a sudden, “Ooooh, Pete, what are you doing?” I stopped and said, “I’m sorry, Barb.” “Don’t stop, it feels extremely nice. Can you do more” I cold feel my face start to flush. It looks like I’ll be making a note of this part of Barb's character.

This is Barb, the Sunday school teacher type, am I hearing correctly? I explained that this is not part of the massage, it was an accident. Barb said she always felt there was something missing. This was part of it. So I, being the person who always wants to help said, “I will massage where ever you would like.” I began with a gloved hand adding extra lubrication to massage gently up and down between her cheeks across and around her anus while still rocking her hips with my other hand. l continued with this tickling massage for several minutes. I had so much lubricant rubbing around her anus that when she lifted her hips from the table, my slippery pinkie finger entered her tight anus; tight even for a pinky finger. I moved it around gently just on the edge and up to about an inch in. Her anal sphincter had become quite relaxed from the massage and she started pumping with short strokes causing my finger to slide in and out at her pace as she started moaning. Barb said it felt good and asked me to keep doing it for a little longer. I put more lube on and used my pinkie finger and slowly and gently pushed it all the way in and out; still pumping up and down and me moving her hips from side to side I could feel her anus pucker around my finger in little spasms; she had a small orgasm. So slight, barely noticeable, but I could sense it as her sphincter tightened and relaxed around my finger.

Barb said that what I was doing felt nice. I didn't let on that I knew she was just over a small but pleasant release and then I slowly removed my finger and glove, and continued massaging her hips and then her feet and back up to her thighs. Barb said her thighs were sore in the back and for some reason on her inner thighs too. At this point I didn't really believe the inner thigh bit, but I went along. As I worked up and on to her left thigh she started to slowly spread her legs again so that her feet were off the edge of the table and I could get a slight glimpse of her slightly swollen lips. Barb had truly relinquished her modesty. Something else I noticed. Whether coincidence or not, I think Autumn gave Barbara a wet detail description of what I did to her. Barbara's pussy was recently shaved. I suspected but wasn't quite sure yet. As I went up her inner thigh going higher with each stroke, she said nothing. As I touched her vulva she let out another ooh and said, "Thank you, I was hoping you would do that". That was the first for her. It was also a first for me. I asked if she would like more and she immediately replied yes. I touched her again and again, then inserted a few well lubed fingers between her swollen wet lips and started to softly massage her lips while slowly inching toward her clitoris. With her legs spread, she made it very easy for me to see her clitoris growing with each soothing stroke between her labia. Her lips were fully engorged now, as was her clit. This was definitely bringing her to another peak and after a few more minutes of this. I had to stop.

I still had another leg and thigh to work on and didn't want her to let go again so soon. This time I was ready. She was ready. After working on her right leg, by the time I got to her inner thigh as she again requested, I couldn't help notice that her own personal lubricant had started draining down between her puffy parted swollen labia and onto her now very visible clitoris. When I reached her warm wetness I began the smooth up and down strokes along the blood engorged lips and throbbing little clitoris. Each downward stroke between and beside her lips went further down as to put more pressure on her clitoris as it seemed to grow further beneath my touch. She was moving her hips side to side with each stroke. She was getting ready for another. Barb was beyond the point of no return. She needed this mid massage release so I decided to help her along and concentrated more on her swollen little nub with just my finger tips and some quicker impacts and up and down motion directly on her clitoris.

She started to take deeper breaths and hold it in. She was going to cum. She started trembling and contracting her buttocks. I shifted my hand a little and I inserted my thumb into her vagina and gave a little squeeze as I moved my right thumb slowly in and out with my fingers on her clitoris she was going to cum hard. I guess with everything bouncing up and down on my table something was going to give pretty soon. Her ankles tightened their grip against the sides of the table and then Barb stopped pumping. I felt a few fairly strong contractions from her vagina and then a tremendous squeeze on my thumb. She had a strong orgasm; let out her breath and started panting.

She said she had enough massage today. “Haven’t even done the front of you.” I said. She said “Next time.” Immediately I was thinking, “If there ever is a next time. I just may have over stepped my boundaries today.” So I started giving her a nice soothing connecting massage to allow her time to come down from her heavenly peak and help ease her feelings of what I had just done to her. Again, it was a love it or I will never ever see you again situation. I was hoping that she wasn’t about to abandon me after this.

Barb was so thankful and felt so warm and tingly for what I did to her. She said no one, not even herself or Jim had ever touched her like that or has ever made her feel so comfortable about her body and sexuality. She asked me before she left, “Pete, could you ever bring yourself to do that to me again?” I promised her, “Barb, I would be more than grateful if you would allow me to do that next time and every other next time if you’d like.” She couldn't thank me enough. From there on there were many next times, all with different variations just to keep it interesting. Again, my intuition of knowing the right thing to do for my clients has kept me going for many years. My thoughts of abandonment by Barbara never came to mind after today.

Barb has been coming to me regularly for over eighteen years now and she still treasures every minute she's on my table. Perhaps I might relate a few more sessions with Barb to you. Some sessions tended to get away from even the normal erotic massage. Because I have known her now for so long, she became willing to try anything new and different. Another thing I learned about people. No matter what life styles people lead on the outside, there is always something that even their closest friends including husbands, have never even realized.