Taking over as massage therapist for two weeks - Part 1 - Sex Stories

Taking over as massage therapist for two weeks - Part 1

The other night I was sitting in the kitchen of my close friend, Summer.

With a glass of wine in hand, I listened to her enthusiastically telling me about her new boyfriend and their upcoming trip to Thailand.

Summer is a charming and petite woman in her early thirties, with a fascination for star signs, healing crystals, and various other esoteric things. Things that I, as a more worldly and rational woman, find rather ridiculous. Despite our different interests, we have stayed good friends over a long period of time and sit down to catch up like this at least once every few weeks. She insists it's because we are both Scorpios but I account it more to her bubbly and cheerful personality. That and of course her skill with her hands.

Despite her tiny stature and small hands, Summer is excellent at giving massages. She is so good, in fact, that she opened her own massage studio last year, urged on by our friends. She originally started it as a side business, setting up a studio in a small apartment she inherited. Lately, however, she’s been saying it’s so lucrative that she might even go full time or even expand.

As Summer was cheerfully talking about her trip, she suddenly stopped and got this gleam in her eyes. It’s as if she had some question on the back of her mind that she suddenly figured something out.

“Hey, so I was thinking…” she said in an overly sweet tone of voice which meant she was about to ask a favour.

“Since you’re between jobs right now… and ...

... we’ll be in Thailand for two weeks...” she started.

“Yeees…?” I asked. I was already guessing where this was going.

“So maybe you could take care of some of my regular clients while I’m away? I’m sure they wouldn’t mind having a young thing like yourself running the show for a few weeks.” she said cheerfully.

“Pff! No way!” I said back to her incredulously “I’m no massage therapist. I wouldn’t know what to do even if I wanted to.”

“Nah nah, don’t sell yourself short, darling.” she put her hand around me and continued to sweet talk me into it.

“I’ve been teaching you for a while now, haven’t I? I think you’re definitely good enough by now. ” she said encouragingly.

That part was true, our regular wine & catch up evenings would often end up with our hands on each other. Initially it would be just her giving me a massage, but it eventually turned into her teaching me and me returning the favor.

Sometimes, when we were both romantically untangled and in the right mood, these sessions would even lead to more intimate and erotic learnings of each other’s bodies. That is a story for another time, however.

After opening another bottle of wine and some more persuasion, I allowed her to at least explain the whole situation to me.

Although she had stopped taking bookings for the period of her trip, she still had five appointments scheduled well in advance. These times were all for regular customers who she really didn't want to cancel on. She opened her work ...