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  “Tense? Of course I’m tense; that’s why I’m here, isn’t it?” Nichole Morris practically shouted at her new massage therapist, a younger Hispanic woman named Maria. The forty-seven year old mother of three realized mid-yell that she had sounded much harsher than she’d intended to. But really – why else would she be going to a massage therapist in the first place? And besides, there was no way this twenty-something could understand the struggles she faced on a daily basis that had put her in this position. She was the wife of Gerald Morris, an extremely busy but incredibly successful entrepreneur and politician. His position in life was one of great wealth but also one that put immense pressure on their entire family. She had to always look her best and play to the crowds. But more than that – she was always under the microscope. People wanted to know everything about her, so much so that what she had for breakfast was considered a tabloid headline. Anything she said – even the most innocent, passing comment – was taken apart, analyzed, and more often than not came back to haunt her during one interview or another. Not only was she always under pressure from those outside her family, but she was also under immense pressure from her husband himself. She loved him, but with the pressure he was always under she often felt more like his therapist than his wife. She considered it her responsibility to keep him calm and level-headed, no matter what the situation, and that took its toll on her and on their relationship. Meanwhile, her sexual role to a backseat to everything else, so much so that it had been months since they’d even shared a kiss that was part of a private moment of passion and not some display for the crowds. And as if that weren’t enough, that was the environment she had to try to raise their son and two daughters in.

  “Of course, Mrs. Morris, I apologize for the delay,” Maria answered quickly, still not yet beginning to massage her shoulders. If she didn’t calm down a bit first, it was likely that the massage would be more of a painful experience than a relaxing one. Trying to work tension and knots out of muscles was harder to do when someone wasn’t consciously trying to relax – or worse, was unconsciously growing even more agitated. And, in all honesty, Maria couldn’t help but admire the older woman’s curves as she lay on the massage table and the smoothness of her skin. She could only hope that she looked that good when she got to be Nichole Morris’ age.

  Nichole sighed softly as she shifted slightly on the table, “No, it’s alright… I shouldn’t have snapped like that. I’m just under so much pressure these days that I feel like I’m going to explode any minute. Well, I don’t expect you to understand.”

  “What I understand are muscles, Mrs. Morris,” Maria answered with a small smile as she placed her hands on her shoulders, “And right now, your muscles are some of the tightest I’ve ever seen. But if you don’t relax, it’s going to hurt when I start to massage them.”

  “Just massage already – if I can’t take it I’ll let you know,” Nichole said with another sigh as she closed her eyes. She had been hoping for a relaxing massage that day, but the girl was right – if she didn’t start the process of relaxing her muscles would resist and ache when Maria started to work out the knots. As the girl started to massage, Nichole realized just how tight her muscles were – and how correct the girl had been, “Ow! Stop that! I’m paying you to massage my muscles, not rip them off my bones!”

  Maria stopped immediately but answered with a smile, “I did try to warn you, Mrs. Morris. Your muscles are too tight. If I try to massage them now, it’s just going to hurt like that and you’ll tense up even more. I can try something else to help you relax if you’d like, before I massage you.”

  Nichole seemed to growl with frustration, already tense muscles tightening up a bit more, “You' better not be talking about incense or scented oil or any of that! I told the girl when I called that I don’t want any of that incense crap. It makes my allergies flair up.”

  “Oh, I don’t have incense in mind, Mrs. Morris. Just close your eyes and try to relax,” Maria told her, simply resting her hands on her shoulders for a moment before simply rubbing her skin, up and down. She started in small circles at her shoulders, and then down her shoulder blades. She didn’t press at all, not intending to work on her muscles, simply taking the time to admire each gentle curve and the smoothness of the woman’s skin, even in places where her age showed a bit and her skin actually wrinkled. Her hands gently moved down her back, to the small of her back to where the plain white towel covered her, and then back up to her shoulders again. Nichole, for her part, simply lay on the table with her eyes closed, finding the caresses to be quite soothing – far more relaxing than she imagined they would be when Maria first began. She sighed softly as she felt those soft, smooth hands moving down one arm, one hand lingering at hers as their fingertips met. As Maria’s other hand moved back up her arm, Nichole felt the same sort of sparks that flew in her core when she touched her husband. The sense of closeness she got just from touching her fingers to Maria’s was amazing. As Maria’s other hand moved slowly over her shoulders and the back of her neck, she tried to push aside the confusion about what she was feeling. This was a woman, and certainly not her husband – and it was just relaxing. But then, if that was the case, why was it turning her on in this way, so much so that she could feel her womanhood becoming slick with her juices? While Maria’s fingertips moved along her spine, sending shock waves throughout her body, she struggled within herself not to stop whatever was happening between them. She was a straight woman – as straight as they came, and she was a faithful wife! She couldn’t get involved with a massage therapist, not like this, not when she was there to relax. But her body and her needs betrayed her as she continued to respond to Maria’s soft touch.

  When Maria’s fingertips reached the small of her back once more, this time she made her move. Leaning in close to the older woman, she breathed lightly into her ear as she whispered, “Just relax…” before pulling the towel away, leaving her naked. With her fingertips still lightly pressed to Nichole’s, Maria’s other hand moved to her bottom, gently feeling along her hips, slowly moving over each buttock. Nichole didn’t resist, though part of her still screamed that there was something wrong with this – she was married! But it wasn’t like she was lying with another man instead of her husband, and those touches felt amazing since her husband neglected her as he so often did. As Maria’s fingers danced over her buttocks to her other hip, she allowed herself to let out a soft, low moan indicating that she indeed wanted more as her hand moved to gently squeeze Maria’s.

  “Now you are much more relaxed…” Maria said softly, a small smile on her lips as Nichole turned her head slightly, her eyes meeting the younger woman. With her hand still on her ass, Maria asked just as softly and seductively, “Are you ready for your massage now, Mrs. Morris?”

  It wasn’t the question that Nichole had expected from the massage therapist, but then again, she had only started touching her in that way to relax her. This was it, it seemed – a way out. She could tell Maria to just massage her now and forget that the rest of this had ever happened. She could continue to be faithful to her husband, continue on with the pressures of a sexless marriage on top of a very public life, straight as an arrow as she had been the rest of her life. It was her choice to make – she could tell Maria to give her the normal, relaxing massage she had come for – but that was no longer what she wanted. Nichole did her best to give Maria a seductive smile – the kind of smile that she never got the chance to flash to her husband these days, “Actually, I’m finding this to be much more relaxing than a massage…”

  “I had a feeling you might say that…” Maria said with a lustful grin as she squeezed her ass, bending down to brush her lips against her cheek before they met her lips. It was only a gen
tle kiss, lips lightly touching lips – but for Nichole, it was like a match reigniting the passions of her heart. This young woman’s gentle touch was so much more amazing than her husband’s forced, unfeeling caresses for the media. Maria broke the kiss soon after she started it, looking into Nichole’s eyes as her arms moved around her, gently guiding her to lie on her back, “Just relax – I’m here to help you relax, whether it’s a massage or this way… All you have to do is lay back and enjoy…” Nichole’s limbs hung off the table as she lay back, unashamed despite her nakedness – it was just another woman, so what did she really have to be ashamed of? The fact that her breasts weren’t as perky as they used to be, that her pussy was not as tight as it had been before she’d had children? Maria seemed to be enjoying her body regardless, as least from the way her eyes moved longingly over Nichole’s figure. As their eyes met, Maria confirmed the way she felt as she spoke softly, “You are so beautiful…”

  Nichole opened her mouth to respond, but before she could say a word, Maria’s lips were against hers, this time kissing much more deeply than she had before, her tongue finding its way into the housewife’s mouth. Her hands were all over her body, moving much more quickly and passionately than before, no longer slowly caressing her. Yet her touch was just as gentle and light, her soft fingers playing over her skin. Soon her lips joined them as she moved from kissing her lips to softly kiss down her neck, her tongue lightly moving over the skin on her neck just as her fingers had. It seemed that her hands had been all over Nichole’s body multiple times, including her breasts and between her legs, and yet she seemed so unhurried, as if they had all the time in the world.

  Finally, after wandering aimlessly over her body, Maria's hands came to rest under her breasts, while her mouth found one of her nipples. Nichole gasped and let out a soft moan as she felt her sucking hard at her nipple, which tightened in her mouth, especially as she moved her tongue over it. She found that her limbs were moving now, her arms wrapping lightly around the younger dark-skinned woman as she subtly bit at her breast, nails lightly scratching beneath them. Her hips involuntarily bucked with pleasure as her body responded to the loving caresses and hot, lusty lips upon her. Maria let the nipple fall from her mouth as she smiled up at her, fingertips again dancing beneath her breasts as her lips moved between them. With her face buried against her chest, Maria’s hands moved slightly lower, over the hump of Nichole’s stomach, no longer flat as it once was, to her thighs, slowly pushing them a bit wider apart. Nichole’s breath caught in her throat as she anticipated what her massage therapist was going to do to her waiting, willing body next.

  Maria’s mouth moved over her other breast, her head over her heart as she took her other nipple in between her teeth, biting lightly and tugging at it, eliciting a surprised, loud moan from the older woman. Meanwhile, her hands moved between her legs, rubbing her outer lips gently, her fingertips playing over them much like they had over the rest of her body, nearly sending Nichole over the edge. It was amazing how those teasing, light touches drove her wild – it was so different from what her husband did when they actually had sex. He was all about going at it hard and fast, grabbing her roughly and pounding into her without any regard for whether or not she actually enjoyed it. Maria was the exact opposite, light and gentle, playing with her and teasing her, seeming to care solely about her pleasure and what she wanted. That Maria seemed to know exactly how to drive her wild was somewhat shocking – but she was extremely thankful for it. Maria not only instinctively knew her body and what truly turned her on, but how to push her to her limit without taking her beyond it. One hand moved up over her navel to her other breast, her index finger lightly flicking her nipple repeatedly while Maria's tongue flicked over her other nipple. Her other hand remained between her legs, her fingertips moving from her outer lips to her slit, one finger gently moving up and down along it, pressing very lightly into it at first.

  Nichole’s back arched as she cried out with pleasure at Maria’s finger moving along her slit. She pressed it in deeper and ran it along just as slowly, then barely touched and continued to move it, up and down between her labia, as her mouth sucked hard at her nipple while her fingers lightly moved over her other breast, her thumb remaining over her other nipple and rubbing in circles around it. Nichole’s arms were above her head, hands gripping the table, her knuckles white as her toes curled from the shock waves penetrating to her core. Maria’s hand slowly moved away from her breast, as did her mouth. At some point she had moved to kneel on the table between Nichole’s legs, without the older woman even noticing. Their eyes met once more, Nichole’s glazed over with pleasure and Maria’s seductive and lustful. Suddenly, the finger playing along her slit slipping into her wetness, pulling out just as quickly. Without breaking their gaze, Maria’s finger moved to her mouth so she could taste the other woman’s juices, slowly sucking them from her finger. Nichole’s breath caught in her throat as Maria hesitated a moment, merely staring into her eyes lustfully. Finally, after a long second, Nichole managed to gasp out, “Don’t stop now!”

  “I wouldn’t dream of it,” Maria told her huskily as she bent once more, her lips brushing against hers softly before she deepened the kiss, their tongues meeting once more before she slid down her body, kissing along the way, over her collarbone, between her breasts, along her navel, further and further down while Nichole breathed heavily with anticipation. And then, as her tongue swirled over her skin just above her slit, Maria’s eyes glanced up to her seductively, teasingly. Just the thought of what came next as her tongue danced so close to that pearl between her lips nearly brought Nichole to her release. With a smile and a laugh like a child about to taste the candy she craved, Maria ran her tongue along Nichole’s leaking slit.

  “Oh God!” Nichole cried out as her hips involuntarily bucked, rubbing her womanhood against Maria’s face. For her part, the massage therapist seemed to anticipate it as her tongue stayed with her, moving up and down along her slit even as her hips moved. Nichole felt her entire body starting to shake as her tongue ran along her outer lips and then between them again. Suddenly her hands, which had been surprisingly absent from the older woman’s body the whole time were upon her again. One hand rested gently on the inside of her thigh, giving her the intimate, loving contact she truly desired, while the other moved between her legs, gently parting her lips so the younger woman could give her the release she longed for. Without any hesitation, her tongue plunged into the slick tunnel between her legs, tasting her once more before moving up to her clit.

  Her tongue swirled around it gently before her lips pressed against her and she sucked lightly against it, driving Nichole wild. Maria’s hand moved up along her body instinctively as Nichole reached down, their fingertips gently meeting as Maria brought her closer to her explosion. Normally it was the same thing repeatedly that brought Nichole over the edge, her orgasms elusive otherwise. But this was different with Maria. She sucked hard at her clit first and then moved her tongue over it lightly, rapidly flicking lightly along the top. After that she pressed harder with her tongue as she swirled around the pearl of her pleasure. Then she was back to lightly flicking over it again, occasionally sucking at it forcefully – there was no rhyme or reason to the movements of Maria’s mouth and tongue over her sex. Nichole’s fingertips pressed more firmly against the younger woman’s as she finally stiffened with the explosion within her core. Her juices flowed freely as Maria’s tongue shifted away from her clit and over her entrance, lapping up the sweet honey of her womanhood. Nichole’s moans filled the room as her toes curled, feeling release for the first time in months since her husband had been too busy for her. As her muscles loosened up as her explosion slowly came to an end, Maria sat up between the Nichole’s legs, a lustful smile on her face. Her fingertips, however, never lost contact with Nichole’s, not until the older woman finally took her hand and returned her coy smile.

  “You are looking much more relaxed,” Maria said with a small giggle, squeezin
g Nichole's hand as she got off the table, taking a few paper towels to wipe her face off.

  “M-much more relaxed…” Nichole said a bit shakily as she finally sat up, a broad smile on her face, “I do believe I’ve found myself a new massage therapist. You’re much better than the last one I had.”

  “I’m glad to hear that, Mrs. Morris,” Maria said as she handed her a fresh towel, which the older woman used to clean up a bit.

  “Please, it’s Nichole,” Nichole answered as their eyes met once again, “I’ll be back next week. Can I expect the same kind of personalized treatment then?”

  “Of course you can – but next week won’t be the same as this week,” Maria replied with a grin, her eyes dancing with lust, “This was just to help relax you. Next week, I think your muscles will benefit from deeper penetration. Have a good week Nichole.” With a coy wave she left the room to move on to her next client, leaving Nichole to anxiously wait for the “deeper penetration” she’d be receiving from the massage therapist next week.

 

 

  K J Ward, Massage Therapy

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