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

Taking over as massage therapist for two weeks - Part 1

... massage studio, waiting for the first client. I wasn’t exactly sure what I should wear for the massage, so I chose something comfortable and tight fitting - a tank top and yoga pants. During the massage the client would be either away from me or have a towel over their faces anyways, so it didn’t matter too much what I wore, I supposed.

The studio was situated in a very nice part of town, inside an old but well renovated and modernised wooden house. It had its own door on the side with an old school doorbell.

Inside the whole place had the feel and smell of an esoterics shop, complete with dark wood furniture, asian style room dividers and tiny wooden buddhas and elephant statues scattered around.

As I inspected her eclectic interior design choices, suddenly I heard the doorbell. Feeling a little bit nervous, I went to get the door. I would have preferred having Summer around to see me through at least the first client, but she was far away. Riding an elephant; I believe, as her earlier Instagram post suggested.

The man at the door, Robert, was exactly as Summer had described him. He was in his late forties or early fifties, very large in stature, and very well dressed.

He did quickly look me up and down, as all men do, when I opened the door, but seemed as polite as Summer had suggested. I invited him in and made some small talk as we walked in.

Despite his huge, somewhat corpulent build, he spoke in a soft friendly voice and smiled sincerely as he ...

... introduced himself.

“Oh yes, Summer told me all about her trip.” he said in a lighthearted manner after I had offered him a glass of water in the waiting room.

“She said I will be in your capable hands for these two weeks. She seems to think quite highly of you, you know.” he said.

“Uhm, yeah, I’ll try not to disappoint you, “ I said, still a tiny bit nervous, as I led him to the massage table in the adjoining room.

“So I’ll be back in like five minutes then, is that enough time for you to get ready?” I asked.

“Oh know the drill, I come here every week,” he beamed at me. “I’ll be ready in a moment.”

When I returned to the room a few minutes later, he was indeed ready. He laid on his front, his large body now nude, save for the trunks hiding his modesty.

I felt a little bit awkward, entering the room of a half naked stranger in order to touch his body to make him feel good. It sounded quite obscene in my head, when I put it that way.

I tried to get out of that mindset. A lot of people do it as a profession every day and I had experienced it as a client more than a few times myself.

So I started the massage softly, applying oil and following Summer’s instructions. I was a little bit hesitant at start, but grew more confident as time went on.

I now had a much better view of his body and was surprised to see that he had quite a bit of muscle on his body, despite the extra pounds around his waist. His arms were thick and his shoulders wide and surprisingly ...