coworker

Now the question is, how does she repay her coworker’s hot tip?

As a businesswoman who travels every week, I’ve long been a fan of massages. There’s something about being under the control of strong hands that makes me melt. I get massages when I’m home, but I especially love them when I travel.

I have a male coworker who shares this passion for rubdowns. He and I had flirted many times but never actually done anything. We liked to tease each other with sug gestions, with looks, with stories and even hints at experiences. I hint ed often that it would be fun to do a “couples massage” with him, but I suppose be cause we were both married and would feel guilty, we never actually did it.

One evening over dinner together on the road, I told about this in credibly sensual massage I had in Boston, which left me wanting more. I found the place in a local weekly paper, and as it was near my hotel gave it a try.

I related how this lovely Asian female rubbed me deep and then tenderly I am open to both men and women touching me this way , and got me incredibly wound up when she massaged my breasts. I thought for sure I would get a happy ending”"something I’d never experienced at the hands of a masseuse. But no, while the massage was incredible and worked out all the kinks, I had to rush back to my hotel to get myself off.

My colleague loved this story and wrote down the website of a Boston place he thought I would like, a small massage salon run entirely by women. They worked with men and couples but had a special 90-minute session for women, claiming to know how we like to be touched.

On my next trip to Boston I made an appointment for early evening. Knowing that my coworker isn’t above set ting me up for something, I was nervous.

From the outside, the salon was much like any other office in a high-rise building. I rang the outer bell and a tall, elegant 30-something woman opened the door and ushered me into a small room with lights dimmed, incense burning and soft music playing. We chatted a bit so she could get to know my expectations and what type of massage I prefer. Finally she told me to disrobe completely and lie facedown on the table, then left the room.

I relaxed as I lay there with my head on a pillow. The table was warm, as was the room. The door opened and closed quickly, and the woman was standing beside the table rubbing oil on her hands, then slowly massaging my feet. I found it unusu al, starting at the bottom, but it was gloriously relaxing.

Over the next 45 minutes or so, she kneaded my mus cles, then caressed my skin. Her hands worked up my legs, then over my buttocks and onto my lower back. Her fingers worked like a butterfly over my ribs and up to the sides of my breasts. She let oil drip over my ass crack and rubbed each cheek sep arately, sometimes slipping her hand between my legs, but without ever touching my pussy. It didn’t matter, as I was getting wet anyway.

At a point, she said to roll over, and she proceeded to do the same to my front. This time she started at the top, rubbing my shoulders and neck. When she got to my breasts, she moved her fingers gently under each globe and then moved her hands up toward my nipples. She pinched each lightly, apparently to test my reaction. I reacted emphatically, groaning with every stroke!

I felt my legs spread as she continued to touch me as if it were her own body. She stood at my head, leaned over and reached her hands down to my hips, then rode them back up over my torso. I opened my eyes briefly as she came over me this way, and for the first time noticed that she wasn’t wearing a top. It was really sexy to see her hard, pointed nipples caress my body, then slip carefully over my chin and my face.

I let my tongue slip out and lick one of those nipples to show her I was enjoying the experience, and she lingered there awhile. Then she moved to the side of the table and began massaging my calves, knees and thighs. My legs were spread to make it easy for her to get between them. This time her fingers came closer, gently touching my pussy lips. I was close to my peak, so at this point almost anything was likely to send me over.

One hand worked its way up my stomach and under my breasts again, then gently hovered over each nipple as they turned steel-hard. It was almost like a magnet was attracting them to her fingers and palm. I felt warm oil being dripped slowly on my pussy and over my clit. One of her hands slipped down and began pushing my abdomen up toward my chest, tightening the skin around my pussy. She slid the other hand between my legs, where her fingers found my nub. I wanted to make this last, but with just a few simple strokes, I exploded.

As I came down from an unbelievable high, she continued to massage me”"in all the places she hadn’t yet touched! When the session was over, she let me lay still for ten minutes. Before she left the room, she urged me to get dressed when I felt ready to stand up again.

I already know the next time I’m in Beantown I will plan another visit to this incredible place. I also have to think hard how to repay my coworker for his red-hot tip.”"S.F., Burlington, Vermont

Jul 21, 2009 No Comments