Taking over as massage therapist for two weeks - Part 2 - Sex Stories

Taking over as massage therapist for two weeks - Part 2

My first appointment as my friend’s replacement at her massage studio had gone much differently than I had expected. What started as a somewhat awkward full body massage ended up as a sensual cock massage and a happy ending for the client.

The client, a large framed older gentleman named Robert, had truly enjoyed the experience. He sat there, after the massage, beaming with joy. When I returned after cleaning up, I felt the need to apologise for taking things too far.

When I tried to, however, he cut me off and showered me with compliments instead. According to him, the massage was excellent and the “extra service” was a very pleasant surprise. This dispelled any misconceptions I had of Summer providing sexual massage services. At least that was not the case for this particular client.

He paid handsomely, easily over twice the arranged amount. I was feeling a bit reluctant to accept the large tip, as I hadn't really been motivated by money. He insisted, however, saying that I had gone well and beyond to earn it.

Before leaving, he asked if we were still on for the next appointment. He insisted that he wouldn't expect any 'special services' next time. However, if I were to repeat today's session, then it would be highly appreciated and rewarded. I agreed to meet him at the same time next week.

A few days later, I was at the front door of the massage studio again. I was struggling to retrieve the key from my handbag. The keychain was a large ceramic turtle, the ...

... size of my fist, which got stuck everywhere. Another one of Summer’s eccentric aesthetic choices, I supposed.

When I finally got the door open, I heard someone approaching me. I looked up to see a beautiful young woman.

“Hi! Are you Summer’s replacement?” she asked, tugging a loose lock of her long golden hair behind her ear.

“Uh, yeah, hi” I replied as I turned around and had a better look at her.

She looked stunning. I was immediately drawn to her large, gem-like blue eyes and the cute, tiny freckles just beneath them. Her long, blonde hair flowed on either side of her elegant, fair-skinned face, set in two neat braids. She looked to be no older than twenty.

“Wait a minute,” I asked myself “This couldn’t be today’s client, could it?”

Before leaving for her trip, Summer had described the client, Alex, as a person of unknown gender. Someone who looked like a young woman but had hidden, more masculine anatomy in addition.

“Hi, I’m Turquoise. Are you Alex perhaps?” I asked hesitantly.

“Yes, sorry if I’m a bit early,” she replied politely.

As we entered the massage studio, I was still puzzled. Alex was casually dressed in denim shorts and a crop top, which showed off her slender midriff. I detected the scent of her delicate floral perfume in the air as she walked in front of me. Her whole presence - her voice, her appearance and the way she moved, it all radiated femininity. Maybe what Summer had said about her was just a prank?

I tried to make a bit ...