Trucks & Stuff

First story ever!…100% true…let’s see how this goes…

So a few years back, I was going to a chiropractor to work on some lower back issues I was having.  I am an athlete (you know, church ball ;) ), and had tweaked it while playing.  The doc suggested I try massage therapy, and told me to set up a separate appointment for later that week.  I honestly thought he was just looking to get more cash out of me, and was hesitant because I didn’t want a guy to work on me (I’d only seen two male therapists in the office).  Sorry, it’s just not my thing.

I decided the pros outweighed the cons and relented to his suggestions.  They had couples massages, and so I made the appointment for both the wife with I. She’d actually never had had one, so I decided to treat her.  

We showed up a few days later, and I was pleasantly surprised to find out that female therapists would be working on both of us.  The girl who did my massage was bigger and had more hand strength, which was perfect;  I needed to be really man-handled.  The wife’s therapist was a bit smaller, and had the most amazing body.  I pretended to not notice, but I think she caught me staring a few times at her tits, because she kept smiling at me.

After the session, the hottie (let’s call her Sandy) handed me their cards, and let us know that they were opening their own office in a few days.  I smiled and said we’d contact them, all the while trying to not stare anywhere lower than her neck line.  

I gave it a few days to cool down, not wanting to look too over-zealous, and then texted Sandy to see if she had an availability for another session.  She got back to me with a date and time, and I found myself at their new location a few days later.  She asked where my wife was, and I told her that she didn’t want another massage, which was true…The wife just wasn’t into it.

Sandy’s massage wasn’t as good as her partner’s, just because she couldn’t press as hard, but I didn’t mind.  We talked pretty openly during the session about all kinds of things.  She was doing some modeling on the side, and had gone through a rough divorce a year before.  By the end of the session, I could tell she was really into me.  As she was wrapping up, I told her she was very pretty. She just smiled, and said ‘thank you.’  On my way out, I set another appointment for a few days later, and Sandy said she looked forward to seeing me then.

That night, we continued to text.  The comments were pretty benign, until we got back around to talking about her modeling.  She asked if I wanted to see some pictures, and I said sure.  The 4 or 5 she sent were amazing.  She was mostly in pretty evening gowns, and very modest.  However the last pic she sent was of her topless with a pair of jeans.  I was stunned.  She had an amazing set of breasts, and I immediately felt a hard-on.

I must have been staring at that pic for a good 5 minutes, because Sandy then sent a follow-up text, apologizing for the last pic.  She must have thought I was offended.  I quickly let her know that it was fine and that I was very impressed.  We chatted for a little while longer, and then signed off for the night.

To be honest, the night before I was to go to my appointment, I couldn’t sleep.  I was really nervous and couldn’t stop thinking about those tits…  

The next morning, I showed up to find Sandy running the office on her own.  She walked me into the room, and asked me to get ready.  I slipped out of my clothes, and quickly laid down on the bed, face down.  The session started and  this time I was much more forward and open with our conversation.  Within 10 minutes, we’d started talking about the finer parts of her body.  

I was on my back and Sandy was working my upper body.  With all the comments and sexual innuendo we were making, she probably noticed my cock getting hard under the sheet, because her next comment was about how big I was.  Now you have to understand, I’ve always felt I am pretty normal down there.  However, she acted impressed, and asked if she could pull the cover back to take a look.  I told her it was probably a bad idea, and she agreed.

I couldn’t believe what I’d just said!  I really hadn’t thought any further ahead at that point.  I was all about the flirting, but hadn’t decided about actually having sex with her.  That was a big step, and I wasn’t quite sure what to do.

We kept talking, and finally, when Sandy was wrapping up (again, I was on my back), I just went with the impulse and pulled her head down to me.  I think I surprised her, but I could tell she was not displeased.  She smelled of lavender and spice and her blue eyes were intensely staring back at me.  I looked at her for a few seconds, and then kissed her full on the mouth.  It was amazing!  We continued like this for a minute or so before she pulled back for a breath.  I sat up, letting the sheet fall from me.  Sandy’s eyes went straight down to my exposed and fully erected dick and smiled. “Nice!” was all she said.

I pulled her close, and we kissed some more.  I then went for her shirt, and pulled it up over her head.  She was wearing a blue laced bra, and garments underneath.  She was stunning, even with the g’s.  I have a soft spot for those silky ones, which was what she was wearing.

At that point, things cooled down a little.  While I unhooked her bra, we started talking about not wanting to break covenants or ruin each other’s spirituality (interesting conversation, I know, but you LDS folks would appreciate that). 

By the time I’d taken off her bra and garment top, we’d decided not to have sex.  However, seeing those perfect double Ds weakened my resolve.  I bent down, caressed her breasts, and started to suck on the right nipple.  Sandy moaned and immediately grabbed for my throbbing cock and started stroking.  Her strong hands felt wonderful!

You could tell she hadn’t had sex for a while, because in about 2 minutes of playing with her nipples, she came.  Her shivers and moans only made me heady, and I followed suit shortly thereafter, cumming all over her tits.  We both smiled timidly at each other, and kissed for a few more minutes, letting the moment pass.

It was a good thing we didn’t last any longer, because at that moment, Sandy’s timer went off, letting her know the next appointment was about to arrive.  We quickly cleaned up (I spent a very long, thorough, moment cleaning her chest for her), and I got dressed.  As we did, we promised each other that we’d not tell a soul what happened, and that it wouldn’t happen again…

The gin and tonic has saved more Englishmen’s lives, and minds, than all the doctors in the Empire.

- Winston S. Churchill