It was a late Wednesday morning in the northern suburbs of Charlotte, North Carolina. It was spring and I had just started a job as a massage therapist at one of the beautiful country clubs in a high-end neighborhood just off Interstate 77. I was in my late twenties, fit, and looking forward to a new life after moving there to get away from the city.
The usual ladies’ golfing group had gone out for nine holes and most had come in for massages. All the massage therapists were working that day, as we did every Wednesday. Since I was new and didn’t have a normal client, I was assigned to Mrs. Montoya, whom I knew nothing about. I had heard she was a beautiful woman, a wonderful tipper, but also tough. She knew what she wanted and she got what she wanted. Her previous masseuse had done very well with her, but had moved on to a job in another state.
I approached her in the ladies’ dining room where she sat with three other members and introduced myself. “Excuse me, ladies. Good morning, Mrs. Montoya. Gloria?” I extended my hand.
She turned and gave me a quick scan. The ladies had obviously told her that the club had hired a new masseuse. “Yes, I am.”
“My name is Reese.” Admittedly, I was a bit intimidated. “I’ll be servicing…sorry. I’ll be your masseuse today.” Shit. That’s not a good start. Although I would like to service her.
Sizing me up, she remained seated. “Oh, I get the new boy?” Not too bad. She turned to her friends and gave them a smirk. “This should…could, be fun.” They giggled politely.
“Yes, Gloria,” I corrected myself. Fuck.
The giggling stopped. You could hear a pin drop as she shot me a look that could kill. “You are new, aren’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am.” I felt the rage from her, but continued to smile.
“Are you my friend?” She gave me a cross look.
“I would like to be.” Fuck this. She’s not going to push me around.
“Well, you aren’t yet, and you aren’t making points.” She shifted in her chair to look straight into my eyes. “Son, my friends, and only my friends, call me Gloria.” She paused and collected her thoughts. “You’re not my friend, yet. If you want any chance of becoming my friend, you will refer to me as Mrs. Montoya or ma’am.”
I stood my ground. “Ok. I apologize, Mrs. Montoya.” Why am I turned on?
“Do you understand?” He’s mine.
“Yes, ma’am. I understand completely, Mrs. Montoya.”
“Excuse me, ladies. Can I borrow this young man for a moment? I need to change my appointment. Thanks.” Mrs. Tillerman, a very prominent member of the club and a family friend who had arranged for my job, extracted me from the group.
“Hello, Mrs. T.” I was thoroughly confused. “What’s up?”
“Reese, I’m trying to save you from that situation.”
“What situation?”
“The one you were about to get into with Gloria.” She gripped my arm. “You’re welcome, by the way.”
“I don’t think it’s a situation. I can handle it. I’ve experienced women like her before. I’m from Chicago.”
“I know. I’m just telling you, she’s not like the rest of the women around here.” She shook her head. “Just be careful.”
I smiled and shook her hand politely. “Thanks, Mrs. T. I’ve got a special massage to perform.”
She scoffed with a smile. “You’re so bad.” She kissed me on the cheek.
I checked in with the girls in reception for the spa. “Good morning, ladies. I’m.…”
“…Reese. We know. We heard a cute new guy was starting today,” Katey chimed in.
“Did he show up yet?” I looked around with a smirk.
They giggled.
“Very funny. Looks like you’re the lucky one with Mrs. Montoya. Room number 6,” Katey instructed.
“That’s what the boss told me. I met Mrs. Montoya. This is going to be fun,” I said glibly.
They both raised their eyebrows and shook their heads. “Good luck. She’s nuts.”
“That’s what makes it fun.” I took the key for the room. “You know, six is my lucky number.”
I made my way to the room and got it prepped with Mozart and dim lighting as Mrs. Montoya had requested. Then I waited. And waited. What the fuck? This is my time, too. Why am I sexually aroused? I stood up and tried to walk off the half-hard guy I was sporting. Just then, the door opened and there she was: beautiful, wonderful, but didn’t look happy in her robe with her hair wrapped in a towel.
“Good morning again, Mrs. Montoya.”
“Good morning, young man.” She turned to face me. “Are you ready?” She sneered at me.
“Yes, ma’am.” I didn’t back down and actually moved closer to her.
“I’m going to tell you what I want.” Who does he think he is, getting this close to me? Is that a bulge in his shorts? “Exactly what I want. Do you think you can handle it?”
I could smell the mouthwash on her breath. “Yes, ma’am. I have complete confidence that you will receive exactly what you want.” I need to calm the fuck down. “Is the music to your liking?”
“The music is fine.” She began to undo her robe. I didn’t move. The belt lightly smacked my continually stiffening cock. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to whip you.” I’ll smack you later.
I didn’t flinch. “Not a problem, Mrs. Montoya.” She did that on purpose.
She slid the robe off her shoulders and backed up just a little so she could show me how proud she was to be naked as a newborn. “I hope it doesn’t bother you that I’m naked.” He’s shitting himself. “If it does, I really don’t care.”
“No, ma’am.” I cleared my throat. Holy fucking shit! She is absolutely amazing. A perfect, hourglass shape with ample bust, smaller waist, lavish backside, and thick thighs all topped by a gorgeous face. “It doesn’t bother me at all.”
“Good. You can look, but please don’t stare.” She motioned for me to step back so she could mount the table. “You do realize that I tried to get another masseuse, don’t you? I wasn’t sure you could handle me.”
“I’m sorry you felt that way.” I started to cover her lower half. “I’m glad they were unable to accommodate you. I hope I can provide you with a satisfying experience.” I’m going to give you the rubdown of your life.
“You don’t have to cover me. I’m not ashamed of anything.” I can see he is already getting hard. I want to make him harder. “We are both adults here.”
“Yes, we are,” I grabbed some oil and tried not to stare. “both adults here. I see naked women all the time.” Nice, fuckhead.
She balanced herself on her elbows and appeared to be taking in my whole body with her gaze. “Here’s what I want from you.”
“Yes, ma’am.” Please say you want deep tissue all over, with extra emphasis on your shoulders and thighs because you want to soak the table. “I will give you anything you want.”
I’m sure you would, you horny fucker. “I want you to do exactly what you would do with any other client.”
I was confused. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Montoya. I thought you had very specific instructions. Was I misinformed?”
She shook her head at me and with an impish grimace said, “Those are specific instructions.” She put her head into the face hole of the table.
Still confused, I asked, “Is there any area you would like me to concentrate on?”
She propped herself back up and glowered at me. “There is plenty of area for you to work on.” She batted her eyes at me. “If and when you find a spot that I enjoy you working on, I will tell you.” She laid her head back down and through the hole. “You are an artist, aren’t you?” Use that big brush on me. “My body is your clay. Work your big hands on it.”
I was already excited and ready to go to work. I started with the oiling process and then worked her neck and shoulders first. Her flesh felt warm and luscious in my hands as I rubbed and began to soothe what were clearly tense muscles. It wasn’t long before it seemed as though Mrs. Montoya was getting a little antsy and her breathing became slightly erratic. I hope I am making her wet with just these first touches. It was almost like she was trying to hold back her moans of enjoyment.
Holy shit. This boy has talent. He has only been rubbing me for seconds and I can feel my pussy getting wet.
“Wow, Mrs. Montoya. You’re very strong, but you have a great deal of tension in your trapezium muscles. Do you have a lot of stress in your life?” I dug deep with hard thumbs and kneaded her shoulders. “Is the pressure ok?” Most women respond very well to this spot.
“Isn’t life stressful for everyone?” It’s like he knew exactly where to go. “The pressure is fine. You can work me as hard as you like.” She cleared her throat. “I can take it.”
I worked the knots out of her traps and worked her outer shoulders and up her neck. I decided I should follow procedure and work that area from in front of her. “If it’s ok with you, I’m going to come at this from a different angle. I really want to work out these knots up here.” Plus it gives me a better angle to check out that sweet ass.
“That’s fine. Whatever you think is going to work.” I may have to take a peek and see if you’re growing. She lifted her head. “You’ll know if I’m not satisfied.” Holy shit! That thing is hard, thick, and running across to his pocket. She felt herself quake and her pussy twitch. “I’m sure you can tell I’m a woman who knows what she likes.”
She put her head back down as my hands continued to rub her traps. My very large and engorged manhood was just inches from her face.
“I certainly do, Mrs. Montoya.” I pushed hard into her sore muscles. I think she just took a look and saw that my dick is begging to be released. As I worked her harder, she couldn’t help but release her first moan of satisfaction. I felt the release as she let all of the muscles in her body relax.
“That feels good. The harder, the better,” she mumbled.
I leaned over and whispered into her ear to keep the mood calm and relaxed. “I’m sorry, ma’am. I couldn’t understand you through the donut in the table.” I was certain she could smell my cologne and the mouthwash I’d used.
She lifted her head and my lips slid across her cheek and nearly her lips. “Oh, excuse me,” she said, but didn’t pull away. “I said, the harder the better. I like a deep massage.”
I held my spot and smelled that she had used the same mouthwash. Our eyes met for just a second before she looked away and directly at my surging member. “Perfect. Then deep massage it will be,” I confirmed.
I raised my torso away from her face again and gave her an even better view of my stiff unit, which I may have casually flexed. “I’m going to work down your back and then move to your legs.” I can’t wait to get to those thighs.
She laid her head to the side and watched as I moved to the edge of the table, my hands never leaving her body. “You can skip my central back. I don’t have any problems there.” I can almost taste that thing. She shifted and spread her thighs just a little. “I really need you to work on my hamstrings and thighs, as well as my lower legs.”
“Oh. You have tightness in your legs?” Thank God. “I can work on those for sure. I used to work for the women’s soccer and volleyball teams in college.” I ran my hand gently down her back and over her voluptuous buttocks. Heaven on earth.
“Is that right?” She propped herself up on her elbows, I think to take a better look and watch me stroke her beautiful body. “So you are familiar with strong, thick thighs?” I bet he ‘worked for’ them. More like ‘worked’ them.
“Yes ma’am, and I must say yours are quite beautiful and obviously very strong.”
She looked back at me with a half smile as I made my first soft pass with both hands down her hamstrings. “Thank you, Reese. You can spot quality when you see it. You might earn a tip today.”
“I’m not working for a tip, ma’am. I’m just trying to make you a satisfied customer.” I used both hands to work the back of her right leg. I spread my fingers and took her flesh deep in my hands. She moaned and gave a joyful grimace as she felt me get to the root of the tight muscle.
“You take yourself for quite the charmer, don’t you?” She asked with a euphoric contortion of her face as I dug deeper into her lovely thigh. It’s working on me.
“Ma’am?” I tried to act confused. She sees right through me, but doesn’t know how much I want to spread those thighs and bury my tongue deep in that juicy snatch of hers. I can smell her wonderful scent already. I’m so fucking hard!
“I’m not some little schoolgirl.” She spread her legs further apart as I moved around to the other side of the table and started on her left leg. Again, my hands never left her hot flesh. I hope he can smell my essence. Between sweat and the juice running out of me, I’m soaking this fucking table. “You realize that, right Reese?”
I tried to focus on the massage, but my mind was out of control. Working on her thighs so close to the warmth I could feel from her quivering cunt was driving me crazy. “I do understand that, ma’am. You’re every bit a strong woman in body and mind.”
I wrapped both hands around her thigh while my thumbs rubbed up and down her hamstring. I made several passes up and down her leg. Her body quaked with every powerful touch. As we both got more enthusiastic, the side of my finger gently grazed the outer lips of her soaked womanhood. I could see her eyes were closed and she was gripping the sheet on the table. She moaned her satisfaction as her muscles tightened in my hands.
“Ok, time for the right leg.” I should have walked around the foot of the table, but I wanted her to see up close what she had done to me.
She was up on her elbows with her eyes open when she felt my hand gently slide up over her shapely behind and up her back. Her eyes caught the vision of my bulge at eye level. That thing is fucking amazing! He’s fully hard and those sweaty, white shorts are barely containing it. It’s right there. I can just take it. Fuck!
My hand slid down her back and the bell rang to inform us the time was about up and we should finish.
“Fuck! That can’t be sixty minutes!” She was clearly excited and upset. “Can you stay for extra time?”
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Montoya. I would love to, but I have another client in ten minutes.” Fuck. I would work on you all day!
“I’m sure they can put them with someone else. Tell them you’re with me.”
“Trust me, Mrs. Montoya. There’s nothing I would rather do than complete my work on your lovely body.” I clenched my fists and grimaced. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say it like that.”
She sat up and slid off the table gracefully. “It’s ok. You should say what you feel.” She smiled and extended her hand. I shook it. She looked lost. “Can you hand me my robe?”
“Fuck. I’m sorry.” I stumbled to recover. I grabbed her robe and opened it for her. “I’m really sorry. I…you…I’m an idiot.” Fuck! Absolute jackwagon.
“Reese, it’s fine.” She cinched up her robe, tilted her head and shot me a sultry look.
“I hope the massage was up to your standards. I’m sorry I didn’t get to finish. I’ll plan better next time if you’ll give me another opportunity. Thank you!” I moved out of the way and opened the door for her.
“You did a satisfactory job. I’ll have to think about whether I want to use you again.” She walked past me, looking into my eyes. She grabbed my stiff cock through my shorts. “You might want to adjust that before you go out in public.” She snickered and smiled with a wink.
I closed the door. Well, at least you didn’t crumble when she grabbed your junk. She is so fucking hot!
I quickly changed my shorts and sweat-soaked shirt and then prepped for my next client. I had two more massages and wanted to leave around 4 PM. I checked in afterward at the front desk to collect any cash tips and see if there were any comments from the day’s customers.
“Hey there, handsome.” Katey at reception greeted me with an inquisitive smile.
“Good afternoon, ladies. Did I do something wrong?”
“No, why do you ask?” Sharie asked and giggled.
“You two just seem a little weird.” I gave my own inquisitive look. Did I get fired? Did Mrs. Montoya tell them I acted inappropriately?
“It seems like you must have made quite an impression on The Bitch. That’s what we call MM”
“Mrs. Montoya? That’s a little extreme, isn’t it?” I asked, a little taken aback.
“Not from our seat or from any other masseuse that’s worked on her. She’s the reason the last two guys and one girl left,” Katey explained.
“Really? That seems odd.”
“You must have the magic touch. She said you did a good job and gave you a very nice tip.” Sharie smiled and waggled her eyebrows at me.
“That’s nice of her. Did she ask for me for next week?”
“She did. She also came back and dropped this off for you.” Katey handed me an envelope. “She has never done anything like that before!”
“Thanks.” Very intrigued, I opened the card. “You girls have a nice night.” I walked through the back hallways of the club and pulled a flowery thank you card out of the envelope. I stopped just outside the back door when I opened the card. Inside was a one hundred dollar bill and a rather lengthy, handwritten message.
Reese,
It was very nice meeting you today. You did an excellent job working on my body. It appeared to me that you enjoyed the experience almost as much as I did. I’m sure you’ve heard that I chose to give you another opportunity next week.
I feel bad that you were unable to finish your work on my thighs. I’m confident that if you’d had more time, you could have soothed those muscles to my complete satisfaction. If you’d be interested, I’d like to arrange some private time with you at my house where we wouldn’t be hindered by time restrictions.
Please call me directly to set up a date.
Mrs. Montoya
Gloria
312-555-2661
I’m from Chicago, too.
I smiled, but didn’t know what to think. I must have had quite a look on my face because one of the other massage therapists walked by me and said, “I guess you survived The Bitch?”
“I guess.” I said nothing else. Win in silence, let them think you are losing. I started to walk away, but he called me back.
“You do realize Mrs. Montoya is a widow?”
