A Massage for Renate - Sex Stories

A Massage for Renate

... my other qualities my dark brown eyes often catch a woman's attention. I knew that at least her first impression was good and encouraging for me. "The bed will do fine," I said, "but is there somewhere I can relieve myself of these cumbersome clothes, pointing to my suit and tie, "A good massage can be hard work." "Oh of course, you can put them in there," Pointing to the bathroom. I went into the bathroom and stripped down to a tight fitting white T/Shirt that amply showed off my physique as it clung to my firm stomach muscles and the sleeves wrapped tight around my biceps. Underneath my trousers, which I also removed I was wearing a pair of tight fitting Lycra bike shorts and under those a G string the pouch which was just able to contain my prick and balls. I just draped my clothes over the bath and when I emerged I saw the look on Renate's face and her mouth fell ever so slightly open. "You look great but is that really necessary?" She asked. "Absolutely," I replied smiling, "As I have said massage is hard work if done properly and I take pride in my work, I will probably work up quite a sweat." "OK fine, that's fine," She said still unable to take her eyes of my body and allowing herself the sneaky glance at the bulge in my Lycra shorts. "Perhaps you would like to just sit on the bed while I set things up." I suggested. She sat primly on the edge of the bed with her feet dangling over the side watching me while I took some candles out of my briefcase and placed them ...

... strategically around the room and lit them. Next I took out a cassette recorder and placed a Shostakovich DVD in it ready to play. The music is wonderful for helping to relax clients and it would play enough times over to cover the duration of the massage however long it took. Shostakovich is also great to fuck to in case things got that far. Next I took some oils from my briefcase and placed them on the small table at the side of the bed. As I was going through my preparation we indulged in a little small talk before I turned to her smiling and asked her if she was ready for her massage. "I ought to tell you that I have never had a massage before and I am only doing so now because a friend suggested it might be a good idea if I felt really stressed out." She informed me and her face became rather serious as she added, "I want to make it clear to you that I want a straight forward massage and please keep strictly within my limits." "I am a professional madam and will behave in a professional manner at all times. If at anytime you feel uncomfortable or want the massage to stop just say so. Now do you feel really stressed out?" I asked. "Well, after the rigors of the past few days yes I do, very stressed out." "Well that's why I am here and it's my job to de-stress you completely," I said. "Now it is important for you to become as relaxed as you possibly can." Inwardly I smiled to myself, Pretty Renate was in more danger than she imagined and her absent husband might have another ...