A Massage for Renate - Sex Stories

A Massage for Renate

... agency telephonist that she had had a very busy few days, was feeling stressed out and would like a massage at her hotel. She was told that unfortunately the agency only had one masseur and he was male. Renate had replied it didn't matter as long as he was good at his job. She was assured that the masseur was very good everything the agency did was very discreet and the time was fixed for seven o'clock that evening. I was given the brief about Renate and saw that much more information had been gleaned about her. She was 32 years old and had her own import/export business. She was married to Dieter Braun an economist who worked for the German government. Her travels took her all over Europe and she and her husband had extremely busy lives, they had no children. The clear impression gained was that she wanted a normal massage, plain and simple and with no sexual content. I phoned her after I had read the brief and introduced myself telling her my name was Mark McGill and that I would be arriving at her hotel room at about six-thirty if that was alright. I ask her for her room number which she provided. I suggested that she take a shower before I arrived to help to relax and to open her pores in preparation for the massage and also suggested she wear a large enough bath towel for modesty purposes. She said she would and we ended the phone conversation. I knew from the sound of her voice that this was to be a very business-like massage for a very business-like woman. Although I ...

... hadn't seen her yet I knew it was going to be very difficult to get beyond the basics. If she was anywhere near as gorgeous as she sounded I would be pulling out all the stops to thoroughly please her in every way that was for sure but I was under illusions, Renate was not the cheating type. The challenge excited me. I arrived at the hotel and made my way directly to her room knocking on the door. "Hello, whose there?" The voice was softly feminine. "Mark McGill." I replied, "Your masseur Madam." "Oh just a moment," She said in what was now clearly a soft German accent and I heard the key turn in the lock and the door opened. In front of me stood this absolutely gorgeous creature, red hair and a stunningly beautiful face. She had a large bath towel wrapped around her and as she turned to walk into her room with me following I could see that underneath that towel was a fabulous figure. The towel was sort of tucked into her breasts holding it up and it reached down to about half way up her very smooth looking thighs. Her arse moved tantalizingly inside the towel as she walked. Dieter Braun is a very lucky man to have such a beautiful wife I thought. It passed through my mind just how much I would love to make a cuckold of poor Dieter before the evening was over. "I am afraid there is no massage table," she said turning to look at me properly for the first time, "Will the bed do?" I saw her look me up and down and I noticed that look I often get from women. I know that apart from ...