As a massage therapist, Rachel at all times had a way of making her clients feel relaxed. But it wasn’t just her soothing touch that put people at ease – there was something about the way she looked at them, the way she smiled, that made them feel like they were the only person in the world.
It wasn’t just the clients who were affected, either. Rachel had at all times been a sensual person, drawn to the way bodies moved and interacted with each other. And as her massage practice grew, she found herself becoming increasingly interested in exploring the erotic side of touch.
She started by subtly introducing more sensual techniques into her massages – feather-light touches along the inner thigh, long slow strokes up the spine, gentle caresses across the arms and neck. Just enough to leave her clients feeling tantalised, but not enough to cross any boundaries.
But as she became more confident in her skills, she began to experiment more boldly. She would linger longer on certain areas, watching the client’s reaction carefully. If they responded positively, she would press harder, searching for the sweet spot that would send them into a blissful state of ecstasy.
It wasn’t long before word got around about Rachel’s special talent. Men and women alike would book appointments with her, willing to experience the magic of her touch. And Rachel loved it. She loved the power she had over these people, the way they would trust her with their bodies and souls.
One day, Rachel found herself with a new client – a tall, muscular man with short dark hair and piercing blue eyes. His name was Jack, and he exuded an air of confidence that only made Rachel more intrigued.
She led him to the massage room and instructed him to undress and lie face-down on the table. As she began to work her way up his legs, something shifted between them. Jack’s breathing became deeper and more ragged, and Rachel felt a familiar heat growing between her thighs.
She allowed herself to indulge in the feeling for a moment, before forcing it back down. She couldn’t get distracted – she had a job to do. But as she moved up to his back, she found herself lingering for longer than usual.
With each stroke, she could feel the tension in his muscles melting away, and it was intoxicating. She moved her hands to his broad shoulders and began to knead them, letting out a low moan as she felt the hardness under her touch.
Suddenly, Jack rolled over onto his back, his erection straining against the towel covering his lower half. Rachel gasped, unable to hide the look of desire on her face. She felt a surge of heat in her core, and knew that she was gonna have to break her own rules.
She leaned down and whispered in his ear, “Would you like me to take care of that for you?”
He nodded, wordlessly, and she quickly removed the towel from between his legs. She took his cock in her hand, marveling at the way it felt against her fingers. It was hot, throbbing, and ready to burst.
She leaned down and took it in her mouth, reveling in the way it tasted and filled her mouth. Jack moaned as she ran her tongue over his length, tasting every inch of him before she began to bob up and down.
It didn’t take long for Jack to reach his climax, groaning loudly as he spurted his hot come down Rachel’s throat. She swallowed every drop, grinning from ear to ear at the intensity of the experience.
From that moment on, Rachel’s massage practice became a lot more intimate. She discovered a whole new world of pleasure and began to explore it with her clients – and herself. And each time she let herself indulge, she knew that she was sharing something special with the people she touched. Something intimate and sensual, that would stay with them long after the massage was over.