Massage Therapist Intern Pt. 01 - Sex Stories

Massage Therapist Intern Pt. 01

... she chafed at some of the modesty restrictions that were imposed on her by her licensing requirements. For one, she felt that draping was a client's call, not to be arbitrarily dictated by her profession's College. Coupled with the fact that she accounted for nearly a third of her boss's revenue, she made the decision to set up her own clinic at home. She offered a client contractor of hers free weekly massages for a year to do the work and had the studio set up for the summer season the next year.

Many of Katie's clients made the transition to her private clinic and she had been busy from Day One. She stopped offering receipts but dropped her prices accordingly if paid in cash. She was branching out with her services and had introduced what she called a Lomi-Nuru to her repertoire -- a body-to-body technique that was particularly popular with her male clientele but would not have been permitted under her licensing restrictions.

For the last four years, she had hired attractive female coop summer students to help her with the clinic. She had them dress in white, tight-fitting lycra blouses with short kilts, stockings and heels. For herself, she had scored a dozen body stockings from a respected sportswear manufacturer that had had to liquidate them. Because they were too sheer for retail, she had managed to buy the whole lot in her size for a song. They were of excellent quality, made of the finest material but their complete transparency and skin tone coloring made ...

... them unmarketable.

Katie was not above using a little bare skin and the skimpy uniforms of her coop students to entice her clients. From her own perspective, the sexy and revealing body stockings in the privacy of her own home clinic made her a more effective masseuse. It lowered her modest inhibitions and she had come to realize that dressing naughtily made her feel unrestrained and sexy. In the right circumstances, nudity was not uncalled for.

This year's coop student had fallen through at the last moment. Up until now, Katie hadn't even considered hiring a male intern, but she was desperate and she both knew and liked me. She was willing to meet with me to discuss the possibility. Mom suggested that I use a little flattery with Katie to convince her to hire me. She told me that Katie was a flirt and an exhibitionist and would likely be touchy-feely with me -- she had magnificent breasts that she was very proud of and she loved to hug. It was important for me to return any affection on her part in kind and not to be shy. She suggested that if I was showing my excitement, being commando would allow me to let Katie know when I hugged her back. Mom thought that Katie would be "testing" me to see how I handled risqué or embarrassing questions or situations. I needed to be honest and bold in answering to her.

When it was time to go meet Katie, I strolled down the street to her house, not as confident as I tried to appear. I had never been commando before and freedom of my ...