I am a massage therapist. I generally work with people who have had traumatic accidents and are learning to use muscles again that have been damaged in some way, and I work along-side motion therapists. It's a rewarding job helping people, and pays pretty well.

To make a bit of money on the side, I would often set up massage appointments with girls I knew on the weekend. I never took men because my boyfriend was a little weirded out by me giving private massages to men. It wasn't like that; I had never been inappropriate with a client. Ever. Nor had any client ever tried to be improper with me.

My boyfriend was trying to start a business, and lacked some capital to get off the ground. A really good friend of mine's husband offered the capital, and all he wanted in return was to be paid back at some point. It was a favor from a friend, and I thought it was sweet. I offered my services to my friend for friend for free until we could pay them back. She accepted, and once a month I'd see her for a relaxation massage.

One afternoon, about an hour before I was going to see her, she called and asked if I could see her husband instead. It was no big deal to me, and when I discussed it with my boyfriend, he said "it's the least you can do." He was perfectly alright with it. I told my friend it was alright, and she sent her husband in.

Her husband is a very handsome man, and takes good care of himself. He's in his mid thirties, but his body is built like some sort of movie star. His face is handsome, and his personality is so charming and friendly, it's hard not to be attracted to him. Of course, he was absolutely professional when he came in. He kept his boxers on and crawled under the sheet. We made small talk, and realized we had quite a few mutual friends. Halfway into the hour, I was actually enjoying spending time with him.

I worked on his lower back, and found that my hands seem to have a mind of their own. His butt was so tight and shapely, my fingers kept crawling under the sheep to massage his glutes. He didn't seem to mind. In fact, he groaned and moaned like it was amazing. I explained to him that the glutes can carry tension just like any other muscle, and that I didn't mind massaging them. He slid his boxers off from under the sheet, and I slid my hands under and went to work.

We didn't talk much then. He put his head through the hole in the table and just focused on breathing. I used the back of my hands to pull the sheet down a bit, and before I knew it, I had him completely exposed. His body was amazing, and I started feeling a little flush. After a few minutes of massage, I asked him to turn over so I could work on his chest and shoulders, and reached for the blanket to cover him. He didn't wait for it. He just rolled over.

His cock was magnificent. It was very pretty. Cut, but no big ugly scar. He definitely manscaped, and it just made it look bigger. I'm not going to bullshit you and say he had a ten inch monster, like everyone else on this site. I didn't measure. It was big and thick and he wasn't even hard. That's all I know.

I went to massaging his pecks and shoulders, and his eyes were closed. I left him exposed. I watched his cock shift with every move of my fingers, and I found myself fantasizing about climbing on top of him, or tasting it, or just grabbing it with my oiled hands. He just laid there, relaxed and comfortable. I massages his sides, his abs, and tried to work up the nerve to go lower. Just as I got my hands on his hips, the timer went off. He sighed, and so did I.

He sat up and thanked me. I warned him to relax a few in the case he might be dizzy. He assured me he was fine. He covered himself with the sheet and thanked me again. My nerves were on edge, but I was extremely turned on, and all I could imagine was lying on top of him, having his muscled arms around me while he drove his hips up and pushed himself into me. I wanted so badly to make a move.

I said, and I quote, "would you be interested in a more full service approach??" He looked at me confused. I laughed a bit nervously, and said "you know, happy ending and all of that." He considered it for a moment, then smiled.

"I'm flattered," he said, "but I really can't. I appreciate the offer though."

I was so embarrassed, but he chit-chatted while he dressed RIGHT in front of me like it was nothing. Apparently it was no big deal, but I was embarrassed and frightened that he might tell someone.

When he left, I locked the door, crawled up onto the table, and spread my legs. I spit on my fingers and jilled my bean, imaging his weight on top of me. I came so hard that I nearly forgot about making a fool of myself.

It's been a year or two since then. He's never said a word about it to anyone, and he's just as sweet and polite to me as ever. He's never come back for another massage, but he continues to act as if it was nothing.