Date: Sun, 22 Jun 2003 06:31:09 -0400
From: jeanine moreau <jeanine_5201@hotmail.com>
Subject: Gwen's Massage

This is my first story, purely fantasy, but based on my husband's
confessions of a time He went to a call girl in New York.  I was mad, but
at least it wasn't an affair, and it got me to Thinking and fantasizing
myself.  Would love to get your comments or hear of your experience.

Background: In this story I am a partner in a consulting firm.  Our
accountant has shared with me his suspicions regarding a colleagues
expenses.  Her name is Joan and is rumored at the firm to be a lesbian.  I
am sent to New York to investigate one of the charges she has billed to the
firm that was traced to an in-call massage parlor.  I call the number from
the credit card slip.  I am told to meet a girl named Gwen at a coffee shop
on the upper East Side.


As Gwen and I walked the hundred meters or so to her apartment, it was just
down the block from the coffee shop, she asked me about work and what I did
at Global and about Joan. I think she was testing me out to make sure I was
who I said I was. And as it became obvious that I was a partner there, she
began to loosen up and make disparaging remarks about my colleagues,
especially the males, something she obviously got from Joan. I couldn't
imagine what Joan had told her about me and what kind of character
assassination I had been subjected to en abstentia.

Gwen had a large three-bedroom apartment on the top of a 12-story co-op.
The kind of place professional women and college students often share when
they first come to New York. I was impressed with the entry way and the
living room, they were much nicer than I expected and beautifully
furnished. There were several vases with fresh flowers, lots of beautiful
art work, abstract paintings, some black and white portrait photography of
young women, several nudes, some African wood carvings, a very eclectic
collection.

"Nice place, are those your photos?"

"No, they are my roommates." she teaches photography at Parsons and does
some freelance work on the side."

We sat down on opposite sides of a burgundy leather couch in the living
room while Gwen flipped through a large appointment book.

"I am sorry to rush this, but I have an outcall at 7:30 and I will need to
leave here no later than 7:00. It is nearly 5:15 now, so we will have to
get started".

"Ok, what do I have to do ?".

Gwen looked at me somewhat quizzically and then giggled, "well first you
have to pay. Joan usually puts this on her company credit card and I assume
you would do the same".

"That's right", I said reaching into my bag for my company American Express
card (Tom told me he would cover me for any expenses related to the
investigation, so here goes).

"How much is it?"

"The basic massage runs $75, if you want extras we can put that on the card
or you can pay me in cash."

I was flummoxed; I didn't know what to say, and sensing my confusion, Gwen
picked up the thread.

"Joan usually puts everything on the company card, she tells me your
accounting guy assumes I am giving somebody a blow job so that he will sign
a contract with you guys -- making it an allowable business expense. She
tells me they have never questioned her vouchers."

I was still confused, what were the extras? despite a warmth building in my
crotch at the prospect of a massage from this woman I was too embarrassed
to ask.

Gwen was getting impatient.

"Listen, Jeanine, I don't know what Joan told you about me, but it doesn't
sound like much given your reaction to what I just said" "What if I just
give you a standard massage and if you change your mind later, we can do
something else too, ok ?".

"That sounds fine". I finally managed a complete thought.

Gwen took my card and went off to another room and returned about five
minutes later with a fresh terry cloth robe and towel.

"You can change in the bathroom down the hall. It's up to you whether you
keep your panties on or not, but I need to have you topless, I can't rub
your back very well through a bra strap. Promise I won't look, she
laughed. "I'll wait for you here. Do you want something to drink, we have a
little of everything, Joan usually takes a Martini Blanco on the rocks,
would you like that ?"

This was moving too fast and I was too confused and hit by conflicting
desires to react rationally. I turned to auto-pilot:

"Yes, I'd like that."

As I undressed in the large bathroom I stared at my reflection in the large
mirror over a double sink. Down to my panties, I starred at my breasts my
nipples were puffed up now gradually turning harder.  Oh no, she's going to
notice, I'm getting tuned on. Then looking at my black panties, I saw the
wet spot the size of a dime in my crotch, if it was evident to me in the
mirror, she would notice it too. I decided I couldn't keep my panties on
and removed those as well. Now taking in my nakedness, I was getting more
and more aroused by the thought of what was about to happen. I had
fantasized yes, I had masturbated with other women, yes, but this, as it
dawned on me that the "extras" Gwen told me about could only mean one
thing, sex with another woman. What would she do to me ?

There was a knock on the door.

"Jeanine, are you ok ?"

"..Yes.., I had to pee". At first a lie, but now I noticed I really did
have to pee, I was so nervous.

Gwen led me down the hall to one of the bedrooms explaining to me that this
bedroom had been converted into a massage and workout room. There was a
stationary bicycle, some free weights and a long mirror in one corner of
the room. Along one side wall there was a beige couch with a knitted
blanket, facing a small coffee table with several art books, including one
of nudes by David Hamilton. A stick of incense was burning in a small
oriental cup. There was a bookshelf with a mini-stereo component set and a
dozen CDs. Facing the couch was a very substantial looking massage table,
not the kind that folds ups and moved around.  This one was on sturdy
wooden legs with a burgundy leather surface and a white towel on top. There
were several large potted dracaena marginatas, and again a vase of
flowers. It was provocative and sexy.

"Jeanine, you can put the robe on the hook on the back of the door, and put
this towel around you for now", Gwen said as she tossed another white towel
at me. There was a pile of them on the floor by the door, like a locker
room with a big wicker basket besides it for used towels, I saw a small
pile, but not as many as I had feared.

"You want to listen to anything, Jeanine during your massage, I have some
nice jazz, wave music if you want, what will it be, or silence."

I wanted sound, if nothing else to cover my embarrassment.  "Do you have
Keith Jarret, I asked ?"

"Sure do, he is one of my favorites, "Kohln Concert ?", "Yes", I replied
with more enthusiasm than I expected

Gwen motioned me to lie on my stomach on the table. My head was turned
towards the wall, which also had, a long mirror on it slightly tilted down,
I could see everything that was going to be done to me. I closed my eyes
while Gwen now in her bare feet, paddled over to the stereo and put on the
CD. Next thing I knew her hands were on my shoulders.

"Ok, Jeanine, now relax, ever have a massage before?, No!, ok just close
your eyes, listen to the music and try to relax. I will be starting with
your hands and arms than doing your neck shoulder and back muscles followed
by your calves and thighs. Let me know if you get a chill, I put the heat
up in here so it should be ok.

The following 25 minutes were pure bliss. Gwen skillfully kneaded all the
tension out of the muscles in my shoulders and back while reaching spots in
my arms, legs and thighs that I didn't know where there.  When she had me
turn over she draped a towel over my lower abdomen, covering my sex, while
she worked on my abdomen shoulders neck and thighs, she didn't come near my
breasts. I had my eyes closed and was getting into the music, and her hands
on my body, it was sensuous, but not sexual. If I had checked, I probably
would find I was wet down there, but I wasn't on fire, I was mellow.

All of a sudden, it was over. Gwen had turned down the music to a faint
whisper and said in a soft voice, "ok, Jeanine, your massage is over now,
do you want any of the specials ?"

Now, I was so relaxed following my initial nervousness when I first entered
the room that I was slow to react.

"...what ?, what are talking about"

I had my eyes on Gwen now as she stood above me in her navy blue jogging
outfit, the zipper pulled down three quarters just a bit of cleavage
showing, she had tied her hair back and sweating lightly from the effort
she had put in the massage. Her right hand was resting on my thigh as she
took on the impatient tone of someone who had been somewhere for too long
and was ready to move on.

"You are really different, not at all what I expected, Jeanine."

"When you told me you were a friend of Joan's, I assumed you knew what this
is all about, but you don't seem to have a clue".

"Listen, Hon, women don't come here just to get a massage, they come here
to get themselves off with another woman, and they pay for it, that's what
the 'specials' are all about. Some of the women are gay, some are
curious. And some, like your friend Joan, are simply afraid to act out the
way they feel with their friends and colleagues. So they come here."

Of course, this is what this is all about, I knew it, I just couldn't act
on it, I was paralyzed with fear, with nervousness. I wasn't used to going
out to buy some sex with a stranger for forty five minutes, what did she
expect.

Gwen had started to rub my thigh now and I was moving from mellow to
aroused.

"Did you know that Joan fantasizes about you, about making love to you ?
That's what she's told me, right in this room, lying where you are right
now, except she was rubbing herself between her legs while she told me
about it. You two go to the same health club, right ?, there is a Jacuzzi
there ?, she fantasizes about the two of you watching each other getting
off on the water jets. In another fantasy of her's she ties you up and
blindfolds you and then makes love to you."

I began to squirm, this was getting to me.

Gwen's tone softened as she saw that I was aroused.

"Ok, Jeanine, I'll do you this afternoon for free and if you like it, I'm
sure you will be back" (and with this she brought her hand up underneath my
towel and lightly grazed the outside of my pussy lips.)  "I'll give you
what we call a body to body massage. If that doesn't get you off, I can use
my fingers on you, or use a vibrator on you if you like."

"Ok ?"

"Yes"

"You want a blindfold or be tied up ?" Joan likes that"

"Ok"

Gwen went to a small desk and removed a blindfold and some restraints from
a side drawer. She put a large black blindfold on me, there was no
light. Now plunged in darkness, the Keith Jarret CD long over, I was
acutely aware of the sounds in the room, even hearing the sound of traffic
way in the background.

I heard, I sensed the fabric sliding across Gwen's skin as she began to
remove her sweat suit and my pussy began to twitch inside. Next, her hands
are on my wrists as she places them in the restraints she has configured at
the top of the massage table. "don't worry you can release yourself, if you
want, this just makes it easier for me..and more fun for you. here we will
put your feet in this small harness, you can get out" and with that, Gwen
moved my ankle back and forth Gwen was right, I could get out.

I was spread-eagled, naked and blindfolded on the massage table before this
beautiful young blonde woman and my pussy was now aflame, my nipples
growing harder in anticipation, I wanted her flesh on mine, now.  I began
to undulate my hips to contract my pussy muscles, I wanted her on top of
me, her fingers in me.

"You're beautiful Jeanine, Yes, move your hips, that's a wonderful turn-on
for me too, don't stop" now Gwen's voice was strained, was betraying the
emotion building in her.

Next, I felt a bra strap and the metal gliding across my stomach, it
tickled for a second but also was another turn-on, I was going crazy
thinking of Gwen, now topless hovering near by, I could sense the heat of
her body and every sound she made, even the contact of her bare feet on the
floor, "please touch me", I whispered.

Then I felt a pair of panties trailing up my thighs and across my bush and
up between my breasts up now over my mouth where Gwen left them just long
enough for me to enhale her sent and to feel the lace on my lips.  I was
thrashing about now rolling from side to side, seeking physical contact,
"please Gwen, touch me, now !"

Then, I felt a slight tickle on my stomach and felt the warmth of her body
and yes, a drop of her sweat which fell on me, like a hot charcoal. I felt
a mop of soft long hair fall over my abdomen and move across my thighs back
to my midsection now over my breasts brushing lightly across my erect
nipples, now so hard that they ached --back and forth, Gwen was hovering
above me swinging her head from side to side torturing me with her long
blonde mop smelling of perfume cigarettes I could feel the heat of her body
just inches from mine, and I began to smell her own arousal. Then she
stopped and moved away, I arched my back, I wanted contact. "Please, Gwen"
I whispered.

It finally happened, I felt her pendulous, breasts, her long pointed
nipples sweeping across me just as she had done with her hair. she grazed
my pussy lips with her nipples and lingered over my clit, taking her nipple
in her hand and rubbing it over my love button, "Oh Oh, that's wonderful" I
wanted to reach out and grab Gwen's ass, but I couldn't, my hips were now
rolling my cunt screaming.

"You like that huh Jeanine, I thought you would", cooed Gwen.

Then she moved away from me again. After 15 minutes of sightlessness, I
could detect her presence, almost like a radar. I felt her at the foot of
the bed, I could feel her staring at me at my naked arousal.

"Ready to have me on top of you, Jeanine ?"

"Yes, now, do me !"

I felt Gwen's hands and knees press into the massage table as she
positioned herself above my body, she was giving off this wonderful scent
mixed with sweat, the heat of her body was like opening a furnace door. Now
Gwen swooped down and up the length of my body, bring her breasts and her
nipples in contact with my bush my abdomen and then up to my chest. Her
breasts now rested lightly on mine as she continued to support her own
weight on her hands and knees. Now she began to move her breasts back and
forth around and around over mine, our hard nipples making contact,.sparks
flying between us as Gwen moved her hips down onto my pelvis and began
grinding her pussy into mine in a short circular motion. Now she was on top
of me with all her weight, fucking me with her pussy, her hips thrusting
into me, grinding her pelvic bone into mine.  Gwen was now gasping for
breath from the physical exertion. I was on the edge almost there but I
needed more of her.

And then her mouth clamped onto mine her tongue forcing its way into my
mouth -- gasping for breath but also swirling dancing teasing.. oh yes her
mouth on my mouth her pussy grinding on my pussy, our mouths locked in a
sweet embrace, I finally orgasmed, a sweet low rumbling sensation,
 "Yes, yes yes" I moaned as Gwen now rested on top of me her weight bearing
down on me. Oh yes, I loved this, I realized how wonderful this had been
and knew more than ever that I wanted to do girls now, always.