A new client coming today, recommended by an old client who knew how good my work could be. I’ve got butterflies in my stomach. I always do when I’m anticipating a new client, especially one specifically requesting a Total Massage.
Maybe I should introduce myself. My name is Todd. I’ve been doing body work for over 20 years. I use an amalgamation of Swedish, Neuromuscular, Thai, Chiropractic, and basic instinct in my work. For me the body is a canvas and I paint well-being all over it. The rush of being able to touch someone with my hands and have them feel better for it transcends everything for me. What a gift.
The table is set up, freshly laundered sheet over a mattress pad, a nice bolster for the lower legs. The scents of vanilla, sandalwood, and cinnamon waft in the air from the incense brazier. Differently colored soy candles are lit all around the room, creating a mellow, sensual ambiance with the incense.
Hearing a car pull up, I start my special massage music. The wonderful sounds of Peter Kater on the piano accompanied by R. Carlos Nakai on the bone flute fills the room with gentleness and serenity.
Then I hear the knock on the door, hesitant, unsure. I open the door and see Joni. I struggle to control my face. She is exquisite. Long ringleted red hair hanging loosely to her waist, striking green eyes over a pert nose, slightly upturned. She is dressed simply, running shorts and a t-shirt. Her braless breasts appear firm, upright, her nipples easily visible poking out from her t-shirt.
“Hello,” I greeted her, holding out my hand to take hers. “I’m Todd. You must be Joni.”
“Hello,” she said, her eyes big, unblinking as she took me in. “Yes, I’m Joni.”
“Please come in,” I said to her, stepping aside and letting her enter.
I watched her eyes as she quickly appraised the room, taking in everything at once. I saw her shoulders slightly relax; a good sign. She, too, was nervous, but the room’s ambiance relaxed her.
“May I get you something to drink?” I offered.
“Um, sure, okay,” she said, looking a bit unsure of herself.
“Please, have a seat,” I said, indicating a sofa. “What would you like?” I asked.
“Oh, I don’t know,” she said with a laugh. “What are my choices?”
“Well, I’ve got everything from tap water to bottled water to fruit juice to a full bar. I specialize in rum drinks and Margueritas. There’s also beer.”
“Well, you sure are prepared,” she laughed, sitting back into the sofa. “So, you make a good Marguerita?” she asked, a twinkle in her eyes.
“So I’m told,” I replied, smiling. “Care to try one?”
“Sure, why not,” Joni said, tossing her incredible hair.
“It’ll take me a couple of minutes,” I told her, opening cabinets and finding my ingredients. “Maybe you’d like to take this opportunity to change into this,” I said, handing her a big towel. “No clothes or jewelry, please.”
“Oh, sure,” she said, taking the towel from me. “Should I just change right here?” she asked, a bit uncertain.
“If you’d like,” I replied with a laugh as I filled the shaker with ice. “But you’re also very welcome to use the bathroom,” I said, indicating a door at the back of the room.
“Thanks,” Joni said, a smile splitting her freckled face. “I’ll be right back.”
I added some Cuervo Gold Tequila, some Grand Marnier, a nice splash of Rose’s Lime Juice, then topped it off with some homemade sour mix that I always keep ready. Dipping the top of the glass in a small plate of water to wet the rim, I then twisted it into a container of Kosher sea salt, creating a nice salt rim on the glass. Then shaking the shaker as hard as I could, I shook the drink until my arms hurt, then removed the cap and carefully poured it into the glass, every drop just fitting with a nice head of foam at the top.
I head the door open from the bathroom and turned, the drink in my hand, to see Joni return to the room, the towel wrapped around her body, tucked into her generous cleavage. I noticed her feet, small delicate feet with very straight toes, her big toe and the next two almost the same length. The shape of a woman’s feet always tells me something about their body.
I handed her the drink, a smile on my face as her eyes lit up when she saw it.
“Oh, this is beautiful,” she said, putting the glass to her mouth.
I could see her tongue slide out to taste the salt rim, nice and pointed, then she was taking a big swallow from the glass.
“Oh, my god,” she said, swallowing, a film of the drink’s head on her upper lip. “That is one of the best Margheritas I’ve ever had,” she said, taking another gulp. “This is so good!”
“Why, thank you,” I said with a smile. “I’m glad you like it. Would you care for a smoke?” I asked, holding up a joint, having been apprised of her indulgence by Denise.
“Oh, god, that would be great,” she said. “It’s been a while.”
“Well, you want to be careful then,” I warned. “It’s really good stuff and that’s a strong drink you’ve got there.”
“That’s okay,” she said. “I am out of contact for the afternoon to pamper myself,” she informed me. “Denise says you’re absolutely trustworthy, Kolej Escort that I can safely put myself in your hands.”
“Well, that’s sure nice of her, and it’s also true. This is your time and everything will be tailored to your wants and needs,” I told her. “You set the limits.”
“That sounds wonderful,” she said, taking the joint from me and drawing a long hit into her lungs. “Oh, god, that tastes so good,” she said after slowly exhaling a huge amount of smoke. “I can feel my head spin already.”
“Would you like to get started?” I asked, taking a hit from the joint.
“Mmmm, sure,” Joni replied, taking another big swallow from her drink. “This is so good, I just can’t stop,” she said with a laugh.
“Could you please tie your hair up on top of your head?” I asked, handing her a hair tie. “It will be in the way otherwise.”
“Oh, sure,” she said, taking the hair tie and putting her drink down.
Reaching up and gathering her hair, Joni began to tie it on top of her head. As she twisted the hair tie around her hair, the towel loosened just enough to slip from her body, revealing her beautiful breasts, freckled, hard pointed nipples sticking out dark cherry-red from the ends. She finished with her hair and caught the towel where it had become trapped between her thighs and the massage table. I could see just a glimpse of bright red hair before she once again covered herself.
“I guess you think that’s silly,” she said, “covering myself. I mean, you see bodies all the time, don’t you?”
“That’s true, my work is bodies,” I agreed, “but that doesn’t mean you can’t have a sense of privacy about yours, does it?”
“No, I guess not,” she agreed as I passed her the joint once again and she took another deep hit.
“Why don’t you get on the table, your face here in this face cradle,” I suggested.
“Yes, let’s get started,” she said, taking one more big swallow from her drink and climbing up onto the table, laying on her stomach.
I tried to rearrange the towel but Joni had lain on it, trapping it beneath her body. Gently pulling on it, she lifted up to allow me to pull it free of her body, turning it to cover her length-wise.
“Do you have any particular problems or limitations you’d like me to be aware of?” I asked, sliding the towel down to the crack of her ass, exposing her back, also lightly freckled, completely clear of any blemishes.
“I’m just really tense,” Joni replied. “I need to relax, really relax.”
“Okay, that should be no problem,” I told her. “Anything you’d like me to avoid?” I asked.
“I’d prefer not to have any unnecessary pain,” she replied.
“Well, I have very strong hands,” I informed her as I took some Biotone creme into my hands and began warming it by rubbing my hands together briskly. “So you tell me if the pressure is not to your liking or if anything I do is not to your liking,” I said, slowly and gently letting my hands come to rest on her back, feeling the heat from her skin on my hands as I slowly slid my hands up to her neck, then back down, spreading the creme all over her back.
“Oh, that feels so nice,” Joni sighed, relaxing into the table as I began to work her back.
“Have you had massages before?” I inquired as I began a series of long, firm effleurage strokes from the illiac crest up to her neck.
“Once,” she replied, sighing. “But it was more like an oil bath, nothing like this at all.”
“Well, I’m just starting,” I laughed, “and I don’t use oil.”
“Your hands feel marvelous,” Joni murmured as I continued to effleurage, letting my hands move to the sides of her back, not changing the pressure as I let my hands slide over the swell of her breasts bulging from the sides, noticing with satisfaction that the only reaction was Joni sighing and settling even more deeply — as if that were possible — into the table.
I then began to petrissage her lower back, kneading the muscles, concentrating on the quadratus lumborum, the muscle that connects the lower rib to the illiac crest, the origin of nearly all lower-back problems. I could just see the beginning of the crease splitting her ass, the gentle but seemingly perfect swell of her ass under the towel. I looked forward to that part of the massage.
“Denise never told me exactly what a Total Massage was,” Joni said, “other than it was the best experience she’d ever had.”
“Well, that’s certainly nice to hear,” I replied, once again effleuraging up her back, smoothing things out, and deliberately ignoring the rest of her statement.
“What exactly is a Total Massage?” she finally asked after a long pause, during which I had noticed the slight increase in tension in her back.
“Well, I guess it’s different for every person,” I hedged, enjoying this part as I ran my thumbs up along her spinal ridge, pressing as deeply as I dared, stopping the pressure when I felt that it would be counterproductive to press any deeper.
“Basically, it means that your whole body gets treated, within limits that only you can set,” I explained, once more running my thumbs up her spine, slightly more Kuzey Ankara Escort deeply this time. “All tradition, rules, laws, whatever, are gone; the only thing that matters is you and your body’s needs. The whole purpose of massage is to relax, to release, and with Total Massage it is possible to get to the whole body, not hampered by anything but whatever limits you yourself choose to set.”
“That sounds like it could be……..interesting,” she said, finally finding a word, sighing as I began to work the pressure points on the outside of her scapula, right up into her armpit. “Do you have many clients who like Total Massage?”
“No,” I replied simply as I gently petrissaged the area I had just been working, delighting in feeling the soft flesh of the side of her breast. “Actually, you’re the first person I’ve ever had that requested a Total Massage the first time. Usually it’s a client that I’ve been working on for quite a long time, where there has been a building of trust. It is a much more personal experience than a basic massage, and that’s pretty personal in its own right,” I explained.
“Would you do a Total Massage to anyone who wanted one,” Joni persisted.
I smiled to myself, recognizing her need to feel special, not ordinary.
“Definitely not,” I replied, beginning to effleurage her rhomboids, pressing as deeply as possible beneath her scapula as I attempted to unstick the fascia that was causing her rib heads to stick and not float freely. “First of all, I have to like the person I’m working on, more than just as a client. Secondly, I have to have a feeling of trust in the person I’m working on.”
“Oh, I guess that’s a compliment,” Joni said as I reached beneath her scapula, using it like a handle as I gently yet firmly pulled upwards, actually lifting her off the table, stretching her rhomboids. I could see her breast swinging free beneath her, I had lifted her so far off the table. Beautiful hard, erect nipple.
“Yes, though actually it’s more a compliment to Denise,” I said. “It was her absolute recommendation of you that got you to the head of the class, so to speak,” I added as I lowered her back down onto the table and began to effleurage the area to smooth it out. “But then, seeing you, how could I possibly resist working on such a beautiful woman!”
“Why, thank you,” Joni said as I began to petrissage the upper trapezius muscles of her shoulder.
“How’s the pressure so far?” I asked as I moved around to the head of the table so that I could do some deep stripping with my thumbs.
“Mmmm, it feels great,” Joni sighed as I finished and moved around the table to the other side. “Could I have a sip of my drink, please?” she asked.
“Sure,” I said, carefully picking it up so that it didn’t slip from my slick fingers.
Joni propped herself up on her elbows as she reached for the drink, completely exposing her exquisite breasts to my gaze as she took a long swallow before handing the drink back to me.
“Mmm, thanks,” she said, laying back down. “I think that you do make the best Margherita I’ve ever tasted.”
“That’s just because I’m the only person who serves it with a massage,” I laughed, starting once again on the other side of her back.
She laughed, then there was a nice long spell of silence as I worked the other half of her back in the same manner. By the time I had finished, her pale freckled skin was flushed a bright red, a good sign. Finishing up her back, I pulled the towel up to cover it, gently running my hands over the towel, making nice to her back which I had just intensely worked on.
Moving down to her legs, I rolled the towel over to expose a leg and ass cheek, letting the towel lay just to the other side of midline. Joni was laying with her knees and ankles pressed together, so I gently slipped a hand between her knees, pulling her leg towards me as far as possible without it slipping off the table.
Now I could clearly see her pussy, as smooth as the day she was born, her inner lips prominently curling out from between her outer ones, confirming my observation of her feet earlier. Her clit was fat, just peeking out from between the folds of her pussy. Above her pussy the star-shaped pucker of her rosebud winked invitingly.
Rubbing some creme between my hands, I slowly and gently applied it to her leg, starting at her lower calf and continuing up to the top of her thigh, then gliding up over her ass cheek, never varying the pressure. Joni lay passively as I continued to spread the creme evenly over her leg, making sure to coat both the outside as well as the inside of her thigh, right up to the point where it joined her body. I could see her pussy starting to glisten with moisture.
Moving back down to her foot, I sat on the edge of the table and began to massage it, my eyes never straying for long from the beauty of her pussy staring at me from between her spread legs. Standing up and bending her leg at the knee so that the bottom of her foot was pointing at the ceiling, I began to work on her long slender toes, each one individually.
“Ohh, Maltepe Escort that is so nice,” Joni sighed, speaking for the first time in many long minutes.
Lowering her foot back down to rest on the bolster, Joni wriggled, settling herself on the table. I noticed that her other leg had moved to the far limit of the table edge, effectively opening her pussy up as much as possible while still keeping her legs on the table. I could just make out the entrance to her pussy as her lips slightly spread open.
Effleuraging her leg firmly from the ankle to the top of her ass, I began to loosen the muscles. Pressing my hands firmly on both the outside and inside of her leg at the same time, I pushed upwards, stopping only when the edge of my hand contacted the juncture of her thigh and body, almost touching her pussy before sliding up over her ass, letting my hand slide up through the crack of her ass, over her rosebud, before sliding back down to her ankle.
Hearing Joni sigh deeply, I repeated this two more times, each time letting my hand slide more deeply into the crack of her ass to the point where I could feel the ridging of her starred rosebud. Her pussy was now glistening from the juices seeping from it. This was working just perfectly.
Petrissaging her calf, first from the sides bottom to top with the fibers, then from the side, across the fibers, finally finishing with a firm stripping with the thumbs up the center of the soleus, then along each juncture of muscle groups, finishing with more firm effleurage to smooth things out, once more gliding up the outside and inside of her leg, firmly, this time letting the outside edge of my hand graze against her pussy lips slightly as I slid up the crack of her ass.
I then began to very firmly effleurage her leg above the knee, first the outside, then the outside oblique, then square in the middle of her hamstrings, then inner oblique, and finally just the inner thigh, sliding right up until my hand bumped against her pussy.
Joni hadn’t moved a muscle. She lay there limp like a rag doll, lost in the massage as I began to petrissage her outer leg from the knee all the way up to the top of her pelvic crest and back again, being careful not to press too firmly on the TFL, which is very sensitive. I repeated this two more times, then moved to the center of her thigh, again starting at the knee and moving up her leg, petrissaging the thick, heavy muscles there, continuing up onto her ass, gripping her entire cheek in my hands as I worked, all the way to the top and then back down again. Each time I made the transition from her leg to her ass or visa-versa, the effect of squeezing the muscles in my hand pulled her pussy open, affording me an unimpeded view of the incredibly wet, pink interior, her clit now larger and distended out beyond her prominent pussy lips.
Three times I made this journey, then transitioned to the inner thigh, that most sensitive part of anyone’s body. Carefully gripping her adductors as I petrissaged, I worked my way up until my hand bumped into her pussy, then worked my way down to her knee again, repeating this a total of three times. Bringing my hand to my face, I sniffed deeply, smelling her pussy on the outer edge of my hand. I flicked my tongue out, tasting the sheen of juice. I could feel my cock getting hard in my shorts as I tasted her delicious juices.
Now I began to work on her ass cheek, kneading it, squeezing it, massaging it, making sure that my hands frequently dipped deep into the crack of her ass, letting my finger tip lightly press against her rosebud as it slid over it.
Though it all, Joni lay like a rag doll, not making a sound, not moving. I could now see a small spot of moisture beneath her pussy on the sheet as I continued to massage her ass cheek.
I then moved to apply pressure to her hip pointers, the first one at the top of the socket of the ball of the hip, pressing gently, knowing that it was going to be very sensitive. I heard Joni’s intake of breath as I gently worked the spot, then slid up about an inch to the other end where it attached to the lower rib, the most sensitive spot, and even more gently worked that point.
The third and final point was right in the middle of the gluteus maximus, deep. Spreading the fingers of both hands to brace myself, I found the spot and with one thumb pressing down on the other, slowly pressed deep into the muscle tissue until I felt the joint I was looking for, pressing and gently making small circles to stimulate. My spread fingers covered her ass, with the ring finger and pinky of my right hand actually resting on and across her pussy. Pressing a little deeper and wriggling my hand, I let my ring finger and pinky slide between her pussy lips, feeling the hot wetness within.
Joni hadn’t moved at all, no reaction to my fingers obviously deliberately sliding gently up and down between her pussy lips. Releasing the pressure of my thumbs on her hip flexor, I blatantly began to massage her pussy lips between my fingers, pulling and stretching them. When I squeezed her clit between my fingers, Joni stiffened and I realized that she was going to have an orgasm. As she began to shudder, I slid two fingers up into her pussy, feeling her pussy spasm and clamp down on my fingers as she came. When she finished cumming I slid my fingers from her pussy, once more firmly rubbing all of it before letting my hands slide up over her ass and then down her legs once more.