by Mika Lane
A low heat built between Jewel’s legs and the spots where her fleshy thighs made contact teased her with their slight friction.
Past his ass, she continued to his hamstrings and calves. She dug into hard, knotted muscles until he groaned. When he exhaled, she relaxed her pressure.
Coating her hands with more oil, she progressed to his feet. He twitched as she worked this arches and insteps, finishing with his toes.
“Would you like to turn over, Mr. C?” she asked.
“Sure.” Relaxed from the rubdown of his back, he moved in slow motion, first lifting his head from the face cradle, followed by the rest of him. To preserve a degree of his modesty, Jewel held the sheet in place while he flipped over. As he settled onto his back, an enthusiastic erection made itself known, turning the sheet into a little white tent.
Thrilled when her clients got turned on, Jewel was ever grateful that consenting adults could take massage to whatever level of physical intimacy they desired at the magical Devi’s Bliss spa. Contact beyond the standard massage was completely voluntary, always consensual, and without exception, hot as hell.
With her client on his back, Jewel was rewarded with the view she’d been waiting for. Sure, it was nice to see his bouncing, hard cock under the sheet. But his tan, chiseled face, in contrast with his silver hair, gave her a pounding heart that intensified her fervor. Her clit was throbbing and heavy. Just as she was studying his face, his eyes popped open and his gaze met hers as he gave her a woozy, crooked, and completely delicious smile.
Busted.
With obvious approval, Mr. C’s gaze wandered over Jewel’s curvy figure. Her cleavage was barely contained by her kimono uniform, and its short hem stopped at the top of her soft, creamy thighs. When he returned to her dark brown eyes, though, his roving stopped, his stare locked with hers. For a moment she was relieved, as she always was, when she could ascertain that a client found her attractive. None ever seemed to mind that she was a plus size gal. If anything, it worked in her favor—she was one of the most popular masseuses at Devi’s.
Eager to get her hands into his silver hair, she stepped to the top of the table. Her oily fingers buried themselves in what was now a thick mop of bedhead. She lightly scratched his scalp with her nails, and he squirmed against her hands to intensify the sensation.
“God that’s amazing,” he purred, his eyes drifting closed.
“I’m glad you like it. The head is so much more sensitive than people expect.”
“What did you say your name was?”
“I didn’t. But it’s Jewel. Jewel Naphine.”
“That’s an interesting name.”
“I like it all right. It’s a family name.”
That’s about the only thing her mother ever gave her.
He moaned in appreciation as her fingers caressed his scalp, neck, and shoulders, digging into the tough spots requiring extra attention. He winced, but she didn’t let off the pressure.
“Take a deep breath,” she coaxed.
He complied, allowing her to melt his offending tension, at least temporarily.
“You might feel some soreness from this later, but I think I’ve worked the crunchiness out of your fascia. Be sure to drink a lot of water.”
“Ahhh,” he muttered. “It’s like a miracle.”
She smiled at him as he opened his eyes again.
“I’d like to move lower, Mr. C,” she said, tilting her head toward his privates. She pressed her thighs together and held the table edge to disguise the shudder that nearly gave her away.
He propped his arms behind his head with a relaxed smile. “Fantastic.”
Yes, it is.
With the sheet disposed of, Jewel was treated to a completely nude Mr. C, and her new view did not disappoint. She pulled long strokes down the sides of his abdomen and hips, along his strong thighs, to his outer calves, and back up again, all the while relishing his muscular chest, six-pack abs, and the light spray of hair that led directly to his privates. Her entire body sustained her sweeping motion, her vigor rocking the sturdy massage table. Her breaths came long and deep, and even without touching herself she knew an orgasm was near.
But not just yet.
Zeroing in on Mr. C’s groin, her fingers danced around his enormous, rigid cock. As she drew closer to his thick base, framed by dark curls, he gasped. When she pulled away, he exhaled, almost as if in relief. She continued up his taut abs to his broad chest, where his own nipples stood at attention. While she used her full weight to deeply knead his solid pecs, his hand gestured toward his cock.
“May I?” he asked, his hand moving in the direction of his erection.
“Of course.”
In an instant, his hand gripped his monstrous dick in one of the most beautiful movements she’d ever seen. A gorgeous, strong man enjoying his body was a sight she’d never tire of. Mesmerized, she continued her long strokes from his chest to his thighs, unable to tear her eyes away from his pumping. Glistening precum gathered on the swollen head.
He stopped long enough to scoop up some of the oil from his body to the palm of his hand, carrying the emollient to his now-throbbing cock. His large hand pistoned, and as his speed increased, his rasping breath came quicker. Jewel’s breath hastened, too.
She continued her light strokes of his chest as he burst into a groan, his neck arching and his head dropping back, thumping the table.
“Oh fuck. Yeah,” he bellowed, as streams of cum shot over his hand and onto his stomach.
She provided a last few strokes of his cock, which seemed to want to remain hard. As wound up as she was, she knew what she’d be doing as soon as she had a moment to herself.
But right now was about Mr. C.
His head fell back to the able.
“Holy shit,” he said, catching his breath.
“That was very hot, Mr. C.”
He was quiet for a moment, then propped himself onto one elbow. “I’ll say.” He wiped sweat from his brow and ran his hand through his disastrous but gorgeous hair. Jewel’s heart pitter-pattered, nearly giving away her weakness for the older, silver fox. How old was he, anyway? If he were prematurely grey, he might be in his early forties. But, hell, he could be in his early fifties, too. Who knew?
Jewel reached for towels to dab his splattered chest.
“Jewel.”
“Yes?” she said, halting her cleaning to listen.
“I just wanted to say your name. I like it.” He tilted his head and studied her.
She curved her lips in a smile as flutters exploded through her abdomen.
“What do you do in your free time?” he asked.
“Well, I like to write fiction,” she told him as she put away her massage supplies.
He sat up on the edge of the table, completely nude and gloriously unaware of how hot he was and the effect he was having on her.
“Really? What kind of fiction?” he asked.
This was often the awkward part.
“I write erotica.” There, she said it. She held her breath for a snarky or rude comment as she busied herself with putting away her supplies. But neither came.
“No kidding! That’s so cool.” He smiled as he wiped himself of oil with a towel, and began to dress. “I do a little fiction writing, myself.”
That would explain the tattoo.
She turned from the cabinet and her massage oils to face him, incredulous. “No kidding! I just finished a workshop. The other writers in the group gave me some very nice feedback.”
Take that, mom…
“I bet they did. I imagine you come across some good material here at Devi’s Bliss.” He tucked in his T-shirt and buckled his belt. His faded jeans and snug T-shirt were the perfect complement to his motorcycle boots, which were scuffed to perfection.
“Yeah, I do. And, I have a good imagination, too.”
“We need that for fiction, don’t we?” He leaned forward and gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I’d like to come see you again.
If that’s okay with you.”
“I’d like that Mr. C.”
“Hey, can you do me a favor?”
Oh yes…
“Mmmm?” she asked.
“Call me Gabe. Gabe Corrigan.”
“All right Gabe. I can do that.”
Sweet.
“Thanks. I’ll see you soon again, then?”
“Of course.”
The door to the treatment room opened and she watched him leave, still wondering how old he was.
Wonder if he’d like to join a writing group…
As soon as Jewel straightened the treatment room and changed the massage table’s sheets, she ran to the staff room for a break, fingers crossed she’d have the place to herself for a few minutes.
She had a hot little story to write. Very hot.
Graham entered the room, his eyes boring into Anna’s. He didn’t give a shit how scared she might be. All he knew was that if he didn’t get what he wanted, he might lose his mind. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he pulled her to him, his erection pressing hard against her tummy. He tore at the buttons of her blouse.
“Graham, please—” Anna pleaded…
The staff room door blew open.
“Hey. What’s up?”
Jewel jumped. Gaia, her fellow masseuse and best friend, came bounding into the room, unaware of the fantasy she’d interrupted.
Jewel snapped her laptop shut. “Hey, there. Just passing a few free minutes.”
“I bet you got some good inspiration from your last client, that silver-haired babe.” Gaia moved to the vanity mirror to attempt to straighten her mane of brilliant red hair. “I saw him leaving.”
“He was nice-looking, wasn’t he?” And he was quite the inspiration for the next story playing out in Jewel’s imagination.
The one she was dying to write, right now…
“Has he been here before?” Gaia asked.
“Don’t think so. Hope he comes back.”
“You meeting us for drinks tomorrow night?”
“Of course,” Jewel said. “I wouldn’t miss it.”
“Good. Don’t.”
Chapter 2
Jewel pushed the heavy front door to Left Bank, the local bistro and bar she and her posse called “home away from home.” As her eyes adjusted to the room’s dim light, she spotted Gaia and her main squeeze, Luke, parked on barstools.
Jewel beelined for them.
She had news.
“Guys, I’m so sorry I’m late. My last client went over.” She scooted onto a bar stool next to them and checked to make sure the girls were safely tucked into her cotton wrap blouse. They were behaving that night, happily nestled into their proper places.
Gaia rolled her eyes. “I’m not a big fan of extending sessions.”
“Well,” Jewel said, waving over the bartender. “To be honest, I didn’t mind. I was well-paid for my time.”
So nice to make money doing what she loved…
Luke piped in, “Cheers to that.”
“Was he a good client?” Gaia asked.
Jewel took a quick glance at Luke and then back at her friend. She winked at Gaia. “I’ll fill ya in later.”
Gaia’s eyes widened. “Oh my. Well this ought to be a good one.” She looked at Luke. “Sorry, baby. We can’t talk about clients in front of you.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Luke said, taking a swig of his beer. “I’m not sure I want to hear about some other dude’s good time, anyway. Now, if it were my good time, that would be a different story.” His smile grew, and his eyes widened with realization. “And, if it were my good time with a couple of beauties like you, well, you can tell me that story all day long.”
Gaia rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah, like you could handle the two of us.”
“A little ménage can be good for the soul, right Gaia?” Jewel said with a sly smile as the bartender delivered her a beer and a menu. Staring down Luke, Jewel stroked Gaia’s arm and nuzzled her friend’s neck to give him a little show. To torment him further, she slid her lips to her friend’s ear for a tiny peck.
Luke’s eyes popped wide open. “Yeah? Really? When?”
Both girls burst out laughing.
“Babe, maybe for your birthday someday we’ll do a threesome. But for now, just relax,” Gaia said.
“If you can relax…” Jewel added.
“Oh. Okay. Sure.” He turned back to his beer.
With Luke sufficiently deflated, Gaia turned to Jewel. “So what have you been up to?”
Jewel’s face brightened. “Well, a couple things.”
“Really?”
“Yes. First of all, that guy, Demian, I met a couple weeks ago is meeting us here tonight. He’s kind of odd, but lots of fun.”
“Alright,” Gaia said.
“And,” Jewel continued, “I’m just finishing up my writing workshop.” She clapped her hands together in victory.
“Awesome! How did it go?”
Jewel bounced in her seat. “Really well. I got good feedback on my work. I mean, some of the other writers in the group were freaked at the sexy talk, but others were cool with it.”
“Really?”
“Yup,” Jewel said, nodding. “Some people are gonna love erotica, and some won’t. My sister’s a huge reader, but does not like sex scenes, for example.”
“People have their tastes.” Gaia laughed.
“So true.” Jewel flipped her hair for the benefit of a tall, dark-haired guy walking by. He smiled in appreciation, then turned to grab the hand of his girlfriend trailing not far behind.
Jewel gave Gaia the oops! look.
She continued. “Anyway, one of the women in the workshop invited me to join a creative writing class at Marin College that you have to apply to get in to. I submitted my work, and I was accepted!”
“Oh my god, that’s amazing,” Gaia squealed, hugging her friend. “What did your mom say?”
“Eh, I didn’t tell her. She wouldn’t care. She’d just take the opportunity to tell me how I shouldn’t set myself up for disappointment, because I couldn’t possibly succeed at anything…blah, blah, blah.”
Ouch. Saying that out loud hurt, and that hurt came as a surprise. Wasn’t that old bullshit from the past? Funny how some things play over and over, like a scratched record. Regardless, she pushed it away. Why should she let anyone mess with her joy? Especially when it was so hard earned.
Gaia shook her head in sympathy. “Ugh. Don’t listen to her, and don’t let her get to you.”
“You’re totally right. I’m trying to keep her from getting into my head. I’m excited about this. Supposedly, the teacher is amazing, and the other students are really committed to their work. No more old bitties writing about their cats or recent divorcees using the group as weekly therapy.”
“That must be hilarious, some of the shit people write about,” Gaia said.
“It’s hilarious at first. But when they monopolize the class—”
“What can I get you guys for dinner?” The handsome bartender, beau of another Devi’s masseuse, leaned toward the three of them with his hands on the bar.
“Hey, Jake. I’ll have the steak,” Luke told him. “Can’t tell you what my friends here want. They’ve been lost in conversation.”
“Sorry. We’ve been gabbing away. Give me a sec, Jake,” Jewel said. Why even look at the menu? She knew it so well she could recite it.
While Jake waited, he and Luke fell into conversation about some sports thing.
Gaia looked over Jewel’s shoulder at the menu. “What are you getting?”
“Just salad. I’m trying to be good. Although I’m already drinking a freaking beer.”
“Salad?” Gaia asked.
Jewel pinched an extra bit of flesh on her side. “Yup. I’m committed to losing this. I mean it. I’m really gonna do it this time.”
“Well, good for you. I know you’ve wanted to for a long time.” Gaia squeezed her friend’s arm.
“Yeah. I’m sticki
ng to it. No diversions. And no ice cream.”
“Cheers to that.” Gaia clinked her beer against Jewel’s. “But you’re beautiful either way—”
“Excuse me.” A male voice intruded on their conversation.
“Is this seat open?” the voice continued.
“Yes, it is—” but Jewel stopped short when she saw her new neighbor out of the corner of her eye.
She whirled around for a better look.
No way.
Are you kidding?
The voice belonged to none other than Mr. C, also known as Gabe Corrigan, her client from earlier in the week. Additionally known as the silver fox.
A sharp pain stabbed Jewel’s shin as a shoe, no doubt belonging to the enthusiastic Gaia, made contact with her leg under the bar. As if she might not recognize the handsome gent.
Fat chance.
“Hello!” Jewel stammered. The same silver mop and crinkling blue eyes that had turned her on the other day were at it again, as evidenced by her pounding heart and dampening palms. Thank god she was sitting. And was that Gaia panting, right in her ear? They’d be having a little talk later…
Pretending her purse was in the way, Jewel attempted to move it from the back of her chair and buy some time while she took a deep breath.
Thwack.
Her purse crashed to the floor, and its contents went flying, her crap rolling in every direction.
“Oh my!” she said, jumping off her stool. Jewel dropped to the floor, grabbing for her junk. She was shoveling it back into the bag as fast as she could when Mr. Silver Fox, gentleman that he was, crouched down to help her.
“I’ve got it, thank you,” she said, shoveling faster. But while she picked up lipsticks, coins, and business cards, he reached behind her.
“You missed this.” He handed her a tampon. In all the commotion, the paper had torn from it, and the string was dangling from one end.
Time to die. Right here. Right now.
Her face heated to about a thousand degrees. She snatched the tampon from his hand. “Thank you so much,” she muttered, out of breath from moving so fast.
