Date: Tue, 31 Aug 1999 01:00:51 EDT
From: scanthweb@aol.com
Subject: Couples Massage (mmf,bi)

Couples Massage
submitted by Scanthweb@aol.com

For three years I was a professional massage therapist in San Francisco.  I
had many interesting clients, learned a lot, but finally decided to give it
up when it started to become draining.  Too many clients wanted sex, which
wasn't so bad when I found myself attracted to them--- I just made sure I
stayed professional during the entire massage.  Afterwards, well, all sorts
of fun things could happen.  I found some great friends this way, some of
whom are still a wonderful part of my life.  Unfortunately this was the
exception, not the rule.  Most of my clients were burdensome, unattractive
people.  And not always physically.  In fact, it was often physically
attractive people who would reveal a moral/ethical deficit that turned me
off.  Something like, "My husband has no idea I'm here... but let's not
talk about that loser."  And then I was stuck with that person's nasty
energy for an hour.  Yuck.  Like I said, draining.  I always tried to
explain that the touch I delivered was more along the lines of a mother
rubbing your back at night, tucking you in to bed, rather than a sexual
thing.  Interestingly enough, when I was able to "turn someone around" they
would often speak of how they realized it was just this kind of nurturing
they were seeking after all.  I would always then point out, "well, sex is
easy to find in SF; it's the warmth and nurturing that's trickier!"  After
the client would leave, I'd vacillate between feeling victorious that I'd
done good--- and completely drained.  Was it worth all the effort?  Of
course it was.  But when I began feeling literally sick-- like I was coming
down with a cold-- after more and more massages, I realized I needed to get
out of this profession.  But like I said, there were also some incredible
exceptions:

One of my best experiences as a masseur was the day a guy called me to ask
if I would massage his wife.  Of course I would massage her.  He explained
that she was rather quiet and shy, and preferred to accompany her, so she
would feel more comfortable about going to a stranger's house.  Of course
he could come too.

I have to admit I was a little intrigued about his kind of thing.  I'd
never massaged a couple before.  I had quite a few butterflies in my
stomach as I set up the table, anticipating their arrival; a few more when
the doorbell actually rang.

Oh my.  A truly stunning couple.  She looked like a mix of Asian and
Hispanic heritage, he was more Mediterranean.  Sara was petite.  Amazingly
petite!  On the table, when she was lying on her stomach, my hand took up
every square inch of her back.

Justin was very tall and had penetrating dark-brown eyes.  His lean body
was apparent beneath his white golf shirt and jeans.  Both of them were
probably in their mid-20s.

I by the way, am 37 (I was 31 when I met this couple), 6'3", 190#, have a
brown crewcut, clean-shaven face, brownish-greenish eyes, and big, gifted
hands.  I really love doing massage, and believe I have a talent for
calming people with my hands.  My parents are of Irish and Polish descent.

I asked Sara about any physical problems she might have had, et al-- then
told her to please put her clothes on the chair and get under the sheet on
the table face-down, and I'll be back in a few minutes.

Justin sat quietly in another chair, and smiled a lot.  Seemed like a sweet
guy.  In fact, I could sense they were a loving, communicative couple.  In
our pre-massage little chat, they touched each other a lot, and when I was
finishing some last-minute setting up, they whispered sweet things back and
forth like two people who really know each other well, trust each other,
and enjoy each other's company.

I began to work on Sara.  I love working on women because they get more
goosebumps than men.  Their bodies are so much softer and pliable and
respond more readily to the slightest touch.

I used my soothing voice to explain what I was doing each step of the way,
noticing various points of tension in her body, asking pertinent questions
[I loved that Justin didn't chime in with answers; he let Sara speak for
herself], giving advice on how to become more aware of tension, how to
respond to it more objectively, and how to massage herself to relieve it.

I suddenly had an idea.  I invited Justin to come over to the table.  I
realized I could teach him some techniques too, so that perhaps he'd be
able to administer them to Sara when needed.

I had him stand on the other side of her, across from me.  I'd demonstrate
a particular move, then have him do it.  A couple of these moves were
tricky, and so I took advantage of showing him more readily how to employ
them--- by putting my hands on his and guiding them across her body.

Touching Justin's strong hands did arouse something in me.  He was so kind,
sensual, present.  He really seemed to understand what I was showing him
and followed very well.

A couple times I demonstrated a move on her, then performed it on him to
show him how it would feel.  In order to do this though, I had to keep
wiping my oiled hand on a towel.  I finally suggested that Justin remove
his clothing too, if he was comfortable.  Justin smiled and obliged.

I was a little taken back by the beauty of Justin's body.  I was no
stranger to seeing beautiful male bodies; I see them in the gym all the
time.  But those other guys always seemed aloof, spending more time looking
in the mirror than acknowledging the people around them.  Justin was
different.  He was already a beautiful person in my eyes.  So his nude body
only augmented this beauty, made me want to touch him in ways I've never
considered before.

As if reading my mind, Justin asked if I was OK.  "Of course," I stammered.
I instinctively took a deep breath and resumed the massage.  Sara suddenly
said, "Hey, no fair-- we're naked and you still have your clothes on."

What a great invitation!  I threw caution to the wind and removed my shorts
and tank top.  I was nervous, though.  This whole thing was so new to me, I
didn't know what to do.  Luckily I was working.  Hmmm!  So I did the
logical thing and resumed the massage.  I had Justin take one of Sara's
feet, while I held the other.  I showed him the various reflex points,
maneuvers, amount of pressure to use, etc.  We stood at her feet side by
side.  Occasionally our hips would touch, which caused me to get little
chills of excitement.  Sara just moaned with the pleasure of having two men
work on her little body.

It came time to have Sara turn over.  She said, "I don't need this sheet,
you can get rid of it."

Ugh.  I always used the sheet on my clients.  Yet, there was something so
wonderfully electric about this couple that I got rid of the sheet.

Sara was now lying on her back, the sheet removed, and I have to say she
was quite beautiful.  I noticed Justin's penis gorging slightly from the
sight of his nude wife.  This of course caused me to stir too.  Back to the
massage.  I took one leg and demonstrated moves on the calf and thigh,
which Justin mimicked smoothly and gracefully.  The only difference was
that Justin's hands traveled much "farther north" than mine.  For a few
moments, I pulled back and took in the natural grace of Justin's strokes as
he slowly worked his hands along Sara's inner thighs.  He was good.  He got
closer to her vagina, and when one of his fingers casually glided in
beneath the little mound of pubic hair, Sara let out a spontaneous moan of
pleasure.  Justin turned his head toward me and smiled one of the sweetest
smiles I've seen in a long time.  And then gestured with his head for me to
come back to what I had been doing.  I showed Justin a wonderful technique
involving the inner thigh and back of the thigh to prevent sciatica.  It
involved lifting the leg slightly from just below the buttocks, then
letting it go.  I dared to allow my hand to be within range of her vagina,
and let my pinkie ever-so-slightly trail along the folds of her labia.  It
was extremely moist.  Both Justin and I were now really excited, as
evidenced by our penises, which were quite erect.  I tried not to stare,
but it was difficult not to do so.  There was a little drop of preseminal
fluid collecting at the tip of Justin's penis, and it glistened in the
light shining through the skylight above.  Back to her inner thighs, we
both began rubbing and working our way towards and away from this beautiful
vagina.  Sara was slowly undulating beneath our strong collective touch,
and breathing deeply.  I watched as Justin slowly brought his handsome face
down between her legs.  He took a deep breath, smiled, and said, "Oh, I
love how you smell!"  This fascinated me.  His honesty.  His candor.  And
of course I was immediately curious. "May I?"  "Of course!"  Down my own
head went to the source, I breathed, stared, was transfixed by the aroma.
I felt Justin put his hand on my head.  Gently he pushed me closer to
Sara's vagina.  There was something so amazingly exciting about feeling
Justin's big hand, which was now rubbing my crewcut and neck.  I took
another bold step.  I actually put my nose right on her pubic hair and
sniffed.  It was glorious.  Justin kept pushing.  So out came my tongue.
Sara's juices were plentiful.  It always amazes me how a woman can be so
wet, yet the pubic hair acts as a barrier to that wetness.  You gotta get
past it to enjoy it.  And enjoy it I did.  Sara continued her heavy
breathing and moaning.  A pretty steady growl that went up and down in
pitch and fervor.  My tongue sought out her wonderful throbbing clitoris
and lapped it up like a dog.  Long full strokes.  Justin was continuing to
rub my neck with one hand, while his other caressed my chest and stomach.
It felt fantastic.  Another bold move.  My hand reached for Justin's penis.
I squeezed it from the base and a stream of precum oozed from him.  I
encircled the head of his penis with my hand to spread the fluid, and it
became the perfect lubricant for my firm strokes up and down.  He pulled
away after a couple strokes, and for a minute I worried I had offended him.
His chuckle relieved me: "whoa, that will make me come too fast!"

At this point I removed my face from Sara's crotch, smiled at both of them,
and said, "You two are beautiful."  They both smiled and thanked me, told
me I'm beautiful too.  I suggested we get off this table and move to my
bedroom.  Without a word, they were following me.  I turned down the
bedsheets, and the three of us enjoyed one of the most incredible
afternoons of a lifetime.  I won't bore you with every detail, but I'll say
that one of the highlights was when Sara said, "I see the way you guys keep
looking at each other, I'm gonna pull back for a little while.  Let's see
you two make love."  Wow.  Justin's kisses were strong and gentle at the
same time.  It was so oddly enticing and wonderful to feel the sandpaper
roughness of his stubble against my lips and tongue.  He seemed to have a
penchant for running his tongue along my teeth, a sensation I'd never felt
before.  And of course I followed suit, which was also a delight.  Our
attempt at intercourse never quite panned out, which was actually fine with
me.  It was fun just trying.  We smeared oil on our anuses and as Sara
watched, took turns pushing our penises into each other's opening.  We each
were able to get our dicks about half way in, but then the pain was too
excruciating to go any further.  The sensation actually gave me great
insight as to how women must feel being penetrated.  I think I acquired a
resolutely gentler approach that day, which continues to garner great
compliments and gratitude from the women in my life.  Another big highlight
was when all three of us kissed.  Wow.  It was so exciting to feel the
contrast of Sara's softness with Justin's hardness.  Both Justin and I
relished being inside Sara's beautiful cunt, and while one was fucking her,
the other either kissed her or just stretched out on the bed and took it
all in.

Believe it or not, we did not form a friendship after that exciting day.  I
never heard from them again.  Maybe it was a little much for them to
process.  It certainly was for me.  I mean, it felt like I had fallen in
love with both of them.  That would have been difficult emotional territory
to navigate, had we become friends.  Oh well.  It was what it was, and for
a long time afterward, I had some pretty intense masturbation sessions
recalling them!

It would be magical to run into them again sometime, but I have learned
over the years to let things be.  If we're meant to meet again, it will
happen.