Confessions of an Erotic Masseuse: A Memoir by Salinger Alexa

Author:Salinger, Alexa [Salinger, Alexa]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Moonlight Press
Published: 2013-04-17T16:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Three

It’s the first day of my new relationship with Jack. We are starting slowly with a body rub followed up with lunch. This isn’t much different than what we usually do, but it’s included in his monthly $3,000 and I appreciate the fact that we aren’t diving into sex on day one.

“Do you want a deep massage today?” I ask.

“If you can,” he says, face down in the headrest. Though I’ve seen Jack countless times, I’m nervous. Almost as nervous as when I first started doing body rubs. I’m afraid he’ll think I’m not doing a good enough job, not sexy enough, or eventually that I’m awful in bed. It’s the same fears I have when relationships get serious, but those situations weren’t paid. And Jack appears to have more refined tastes than the guys I’ve dated.

Breathe deep, I tell myself. If he found me attractive last week, he finds me attractive today.

Jack’s back is lean and toned without the hardened mid-back mini-hump of many men his age. He stays fit and walks with shoulders thrown back, given an impression of being taller than he actually is, and maybe less wealthy, which for me, is less intimidating.

I am topless as usual and contemplate taking my panties off. I get asked a lot to go fully nude, even by Jack, and usually decline. Back when I felt like I needed to please everyone, I’d go fully nude, and eventually regretted it when fingers found their way between my legs, even with my rules forbidding such.

I squirted oil on my hands and slid my hands between Jack’s thighs, allowing my breasts to dangle down and connect with his upper thigh and ass. Being completely nude would likely be a good way to ease into what we have, to show him I’m not feeling awkward about what we agreed on. So I back up and slip them off in one quick motion. Without a word. We are both naked.

Jack doesn’t usually talk too much when I give him a massage. He calls it his hour to escape, so I don’t usually bombard him with questions or conversation while in session. I do, however, want him to know I’m naked without uttering a word.

I get up on the massage table and apply oil to my front. I press hard into the area on opposite sides of his spine and push out. I learned that trick from an actual CMT, apparently it helps relieve pressure. As I press down, I lower my lower torso onto his ass, letting my hairless genitals brush his body. He exhales and tells me it feels good. I continue, rubbing my body on all parts of him. And honestly, I’m turned on. Although all things are easier when the client isn’t facing me, when I don’t have to look into their eyes.

“You’ve learned some new moves,” he says.

“Just for you.”

With me still on the table, he turns over quickly and takes my wrists in his hands, pulling me close. My naked body is in a more compromising position.

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