by Lee Moore
“Ms. June, can I buy you a drink?” I asked her.
She nodded, so I headed to the bar. I started to give the bartender my order when I realized I didn’t know what she wanted. I decided to have the bartender make the choice. I told him I’d have a Jack and Coke myself. He looked over towards June and pulled a bottle of Bombay Sapphire and hit it with some seltzer water.
I walked back and handed her drink. She took a sip and cocked her head to the side.
“I am new to this, but how did you know this is my favorite drink?” She asked me. I was floored and looked at the bartender. He just shrugged.
“Uhhh, I told him to choose,” I told her lamely pointing over my shoulder to the bartender.
“Probably Melinda’s doing then,” she told me. I grinned; it made sense, because a lot of their day to day work was with electronics, tablets, cell phones etc.
“She probably texted up here to let them know..?” I said, and she just nodded.
“Sooooo…..” She said twirling her drink and looking at me, “have you decided who you want to work your fantasy out with, or do you want to visit and have a drink?” she said with a grin.
That was when my phone went off again, and she laughed at the exasperated expression I gave the phone. I had another offer. You all know what I did, I’m sure. I looked up at June’s profile and hit ‘accept’. As soon as I did, her own phone chirped. She smiled at me sweetly and downed her drink in a single gulp.
I think I gulped, but it was mainly air, because suddenly she turned predatory. She stood up and offered me a hand. I stood.
“Do I need to hit accept?” she asked me. I just shook my head, already imagining what this was going to be like.
“Hm… where do you have this setup to happen?” She asked me sweetly.
“Down one floor, I just have to let Melinda know that...” and my phone rang.
“Hello?” I said not recognizing the phone number.
“Mr. Johnson, congratulations on finding a member so quickly. The spa is ready now. Room 3 in the spa is available, and if you wish, I’ll leave a key for room 1918 on the counter in there.”
My mouth was dry but I was able to respond.
“That’d be great Melinda, I might need it,” I said looking at June. The top of her cleavage was almost my eye level. I struggled to be a gentleman but it was hard.
“Good, everything will be setup and ready by the time you pay your bar tab,” she said laughing and hung up.
“Are you ready?” June asked.
“Almost.” I gave the bartender my credit card, and hurried out of the bar as quick as I could with June. We had an appointment to keep.
Chapter 3 – Starting the Massage
We made it to the spa room, and it was oddly empty. Probably because I told them when we set this up that I was nervous. I took June by the hand and went back to the private area.
Now I haven’t wrote about the Fantasy I signed up for yet, but it was an erotic massage. A long time back there was a New York Times ad on call girls on Craigslist. I thought it was a brilliant idea and hopped online that moment. Now I live in Sin City, and prostitution isn’t a new idea in this town, but what I found online had me deeply aroused.
There were everyday women who had pictures posted, and what they were willing to do. Young women, middle aged women, older women. Women of every shape, race or variety. I knew a lot of the lingo they used to get around the law, and was very tempted to call just to try it out. Having a suburban house wife oil me up, give me a massage, then a quick blow or fuck while their husbands were at work was very tempting.
This was going to be something similar, and I actually left the last part of the fantasy open ended, meaning, that if the other member wanted to change some things, or spend more time together that was fine with me. I told Melinda I wasn’t a control freak; I just wanted a basic outline and a pretty woman to help me out.
“So, am I giving you a massage or will we massage each other?” she asked me sitting on the massage bed. It had been draped in white linens, and another pile stood ready on the counter. I slowly closed the door, and undid my tie.
“I wrote it out as me getting a massage, but…” and my breathing turned ragged as she grabbed me by the belt and kissed me hard.
“But you’re willing to improvise?” She asked me with a mischievous grin. Damn, that smile of hers that promise of trouble could get me into a world of trouble.
“uhh, yeah..” I said because I was a ball of nerves. Now, thanks to Fantasy Inc., I had met and bedded many sexually aggressive women, but June wasn’t playing this card, and with her height, she obviously could.
“Why are you so nervous?” She asked me, helping me with the tie and running her fingers down my side.
I just stared into her, well, you know, cleavage for a moment before facing her.
“You’re nervous because I’m freakishly tall aren’t you?” She said starting to tear up.
“Wait, no, it’s not that at all,” I told her, and she must have heard the truth in that, because she wiped her eyes for a second and started on my top buttons of my shirt.
“I’m nervous, hell, I’m, damn, I’m no good at this. My divorce is final in two days.” I told her
“Yes, I saw that with the ad, she told me continuing to work my buttons “and you also mentioned you wanted to not think about her,” she told me. I nodded.
I gasped when she reached in my waistband and slowly pulled my shirt loose, and finished getting it off me and threw it in the corner. I don’t know why, but I suddenly I wanted to know something, and placed my hands at her waist and moved them slowly up until I had a breast firmly cupped in each hand. June smiled at me.
“Yes, those are boobs,” she told me with a grin.
“Yes, but their almost the size of my head,” I told her in wonder, slowly feeling the outline.
“When you’re proportionally sized and as tall as I am...” she let it trail off and bit her lip and started undoing my belt.
“Hm…, wait, together,” I told her starting to get short on breath again.
June stood, and removed her suit coat and put her arms on top of my shoulders, bending down to kiss me.
“Your turn. Want to help me with this shirt?” She asked. I nodded. I really, really did.
I took my time, no matter how badly I wanted to tear it off, and kissed her cheek, then her neck, and kept the kisses going lower as the shirt came undone. A black lacey bra was holding in breasts that were truly world records, and I put my tongue in her bellybutton when I got the last one done. She giggled, and pushed me back for a moment.
“That tickles.” She said still laughing.
“Good, it’s supposed to,” I told her trying to push her on her back, sealing her lips with a kiss.
What saved my fantasy, at least the story part of the outline I had given Melinda, was that in real life, sex isn’t staged, it’s messy, it’s funny, and sometimes people gag. This time? Our hands were all over the place and we forgot we were on a massage table 3 feet wide and I rolled off and hit my butt on the floor to hear June snickering.
“That was smooth,” she told me.
“Yeah, luckily I have a half naked wonder woman to give me a massage,” I reminded her.
She stood up, then threw me a towel and motioned for the bathroom.
“Go disrobe, and I’ll make sure this is a massage you won’t forget.” She told me. Part of me wanted to disobey, but honestly, naw…
I quickly undressed and threw the rest of my clothing in a pile on the floor, wrapping my waist with a towel. I opened the bathroom door and not only was a few candles lit and the lights in the room dimmed down, June had also removed some articles of her clothing herself.
She stood there with her hand on her hip, cocked to the side and eyed me hungrily. The faux nervousness she showed earlier was completely gone. In place was a thing of beauty; An Amazon woman in lacy black lingerie. I had seen her bra, but under her pants, she had matching pant
ies and fishnets. I lifted an eyebrow, liking what I saw.
“Climb up,” She told me.
I walked up to her and put my hands around her waist and tried to kiss her,”
“I meant the bed,” June said with a laugh, pushing me towards the table.
“I’d climb either way,” I told her with a grin.
“If you play your cards right…” June told me while helping me lay down on the bed, keeping myself draped with the towel.
What happened next surprised the hell out of me. Her large strong hands started working on the knots out of the back of my neck, and then to my shoulders. It was obvious to me she had actually done this before. Laying facedown, I had to imagine what was going on, because every time I tried to lift me head to look she’d either push it back down, and after my 3rd attempt, she pulled my towel from my waist and put it over my head.
“Now you just hold still. This is your fantasy after all.”
“I just never had one of these before,” I told her. I could see through the hole that my face was resting in, and I saw her bra hit the floor just under me. I tried to roll over but I was pushed back down for a fourth time.
“You wanted an erotic massage, you’re going to have to trust me and behave yourself,” she told me with a hard slip on my now bare ass.
“Owwwww,” I whined, but I was loving it. Lying on your stomach when you have a bone aching erection wasn’t the easiest thing.
“So, according to your fantasy,” she said pouring some sort of oil or lotion on my back, I almost jumped it was barely room temperature “you always fantasized about getting an erotic massage from craigslist. Tell me about it,” June finished.
I could smell what she was using now, it was some sort of lotion, and it started soaking in, heating my muscles up as it worked its way in. It didn’t smell like bengay, but it seemed to be working the same without the burning sensation. It felt great.
“My fantasy, whew. I saw something about call girls on craigslist on the news. I hopped on and sure enough, it was real,” I said then groaned as she started working it into my lower back, and started massaging my ass, “Was to call up a random anonymous woman,” and I groaned again as she started rubbing the oil between my cheeks.
“Hey, be easy down there,” I told her laughing.
“Uh huh, never done that huh?” She asked me. I could hear her smiling the way she said it, and she leaned down letting her hair tickle across my skin, dragging her large heavy but perky breasts across my naked ass.
“Nooo…”
“You’re pretty much straight then?”
“As far as I know,” her hair and breasts were dragging across my back as she leaned over. The feeling was driving me crazy and I told her so.
“You’re avoiding the question.”
I paused before answering. “I’ve honestly never thought about it. A guy is a guy; I’ve never been attracted to one.” I told her honestly, but sort of put off.
“Honestly, once I saw the ad on craigslist and I started going through all the profile pictures, it was just how random everything was, how there were some suburban housewives that were doing this to make grocery money. I don’t doubt that there were some professional girls on that list too.”
And I always wondered what would it be like to call one and have them come out and get a hotel room or maybe go to a massage parlor and in the massaging in a see how far they were willing to go, then go there, that’s pretty much what my fantasy is, do you want to help?”
“I definitely think we can work something out here. After all are not complaining yet are you?” June told me.
“No, definitely not,”
“Good. Can you work it a little lower, my ass needs attention.” I told her with a grin, looking at that world class bra sitting under the massage table.
She had strong hands, and by the time she was done working the muscles on my back, I was relaxed, loose and hornier than I had ever been.
“Roll over,” she told me softly.
Damn, she almost sounded nervous again. As I rolled over, allowing my erection to fly up to attention, the towel slipped a tiny bit. June was down to her panties and stockings, and her breasts were just amazing. I tried to pull the towel off my head to get a better look, but she gently pushed my hands back on the table and arranged the towel again.
“Not right now. Maybe later, if you’re lucky that is.”
“I’m already lucky,”
“Well, maybe we’ll both be lucky,” She told me.
For the next ten minutes or so I laid there like a good boy, not trying to squirm as she rubbed down every part of my body. Well, every part of my body but the one spot I wanted to her to rub on. I told her that too. She just laughed. I pulled the towel down, and the look on her face confused the hell out of me. She looked scared.
“What’s wrong?” I asked her as she covered her breasts with one hand.
“I’m just scared, I’ve never...” she stopped talking and just chewed on her lower lip a moment.
“You never what?” I asked her wanting to add, gave a massage, gave a hand job, gave a blow job… but I let it go at that. One thing I’ve learned since joining the company is that sometimes, there is a very real and healthy fear of trying something new out.
“I’ve never been with a guy,” she told me softly.
“You’re a virgin?” I blurted out.
“No, not that, I’ve never done this. With a guy,” and then it hit me.
“You’re a lesbian, trying out a straight fantasy of your own?” I asked her.
“Sort of. If I could handle an erotic massage or a blow job,” she told me and I shuddered in anticipation “then maybe I could settle down and have a baby someday. I’m just so damned nervous.”
“What’s your girl think about this?” I asked her softly. I know we aren’t supposed to get too personal, or you could ruin things, but I had a half naked woman almost frozen in fear in front of me. I didn’t know if I wanted to fuck her or hold her for comfort. I know, I’m conflicted.
“She wants to know. She used to be married to a guy once, and when she found out she couldn’t have children…”
“Things fell apart,” I added
“Yes, and she wants to know if I’d ever leave her for a man, or if I’d ever be interested in having a baby of my own. We’ve talked about finding a guy who’d…” then she shook her head not wanting to finish the thought.
“You’re ok with this? Is this your idea or hers?” I ask her.
“Sort of both of ours,” she told me softly.
“Why don’t I believe that?” I ask her sitting up and motioning for her to sit down. My heart raced as she did. She dropped her hand covering her breasts and sat down next to me.
“Have you ever loved someone so much, that you would do anything, anything at all, for them?” she asked me softly.
“Yes, that’s why I put the ad up,” I told her.
She nodded, and then she pushed me back on my back.
“You might have to talk me through some of this,” She told me softly. She grabbed the lotion bottle and started rubbing lotion all across her chest and stomach.
“I doubt it, you know what goes where,” I told her with a grin “Haven’t you watched any porn?”
“More than you can imagine,” she laughed and for the first time, and took my cock in her hands. I groaned as she lightly twisted her hand and started working it up and down.
“Wait, wait, slow down,” I told her after a minute.
“Why, doesn’t that feel good?” June asked, her breasts now resting gently on my legs.
“Oh god, stop a second,” I moaned, and thankfully she did.
“Why?” She asked me.
“I was almost ready to come.” I panted trying to calm my nerves.
“Already?”
“Damn, let’s play a little bit before you finish me off,” I told her trying to get my hands on the edge of her panties.
“Those are off limits at the
moment,” she told me, “besides, judging by the look on your face, that’s what you wanted.”
“For the last hour, I’ve wanted to play with your tits. I want to suck them, feel them, lick them and fuck them,” I guess telling the truth worked, because she shuddered a bit then nodded.
Pushing me back down, she put my length between them and pressed them together and started rocking slowly. I was building up a wonderful momentum when she started moaning.
“Now suck it,” I told her. She shook her head for a second, but I took her head in my hands and gently pushed her back and put her head down. She gave me one last pleading look, but it was now time to finish.
