Date: Sun, 22 Jun 2003 06:31:09 -0400 From: jeanine moreau 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.