Stroking (Erotic Story Excerpt)
Her favorite client triggers a desire in her that she just can’t resist….
I had a couple days off, but I was so anxious to go back to work, I could hardly enjoy them. The morning of my first day back, I sprang out of bed with unbridled enthusiasm. I wondered what clients were booked for me that day — and whether or not I actually had the nerve to go through with the new fringe benefit. The girls all gave me knowing smiles and nods, as if giving me permission to go for it. But as much as the idea made me hot, I still couldn’t help but feel ambivalent about it. I could get fired if my boss found out. And even if he didn’t, if I got the reputation for giving happy ending massages, clients would expect that from me all the time. Feeling obligated to give hand jobs all day was not much better than losing the job.
But it was the risk that made the idea so appealing to me. Sure, the girls told me their escapades fattened their purses with huge, juicy tips, but I didn’t really care about that. It was the forbidden nature of it that I loved. The risk of getting caught. The look of surprise on my client’s face when my hand wanders over his cock and grips it in my palm. The look of pleasure when he comes. The more I thought about it, the more I couldn’t wait to try it.
And the opportunity came sooner than I thought: My first appointment of the morning was Jake. He was a regular and one of my favorite clients. Not only was he easy on the eyes, he was always nice to me — asking about how I was doing and showing genuine concern about what was going on in my life — and he was a great tipper. He always came to get his bodywork early in the morning because he was an attorney running his own firm, and he told me that a massage before work always helped him get through the pressures of the day. When I saw him on my table that morning, I knew exactly what I had to do.
Since he was lying on his back, I could see how his body was responding to my touch, and I would know when to dive in.
“Good morning, Claire,” he said as I walked into the room. I started salivating the second I saw the impression of his naked body underneath the sheet.
“Good morning, Jake. How are the criminals doing?”
“They’re all innocent,” he laughed as I lit some scented candles and turned on soft music.
“I’m sure they’re the only ones who are,” I said, looking in my bag for my best massage oil, as well as my courage.
“What are you implying? That I’m up to no good?”
“Not at all, Jake,” I laughed. I moved the sheet and started rubbing his leg. I ran my hands up and down his tight muscles. Since he was lying on his back, I could see how his body was responding to my touch, and I would know when to dive in. “It’s just that you have that cute, little devilish smile, so some people may get the wrong ideas about you.”
Jake closed his eyes and grinned. “You know, you’re not the first woman to compare me to the devil.”
“See what I mean?”
I rubbed one of his feet, slowly taking each of his toes between my fingertips and watching the bliss on his face. “You know this is the best part of my week, right?”
“I bet. I sure wouldn’t want to sit in a stuffy courtroom all day.”
“I’m not always in court. Sometimes I’m in my office. Other times, I’m at the county jail.”
“Well, how can I possibly compete with that?” I said as I covered up his leg and went to move across the table to work on Jake’s other side.
“So, how have you been, Claire?”
“Good. I just came back from a couple days off. I love working here, but it’s always good to recharge.”
I kneaded the tightness out of his leg, admiring his muscles. I kept looking at the middle of the sheet, waiting for a sign that he was receptive to something more.
“I know what you mean. I haven’t been on a vacation in years. This is the closest thing I have to one.”
“Work must be really stressful lately…you’re so tight right now.”
I wanted to tell him how tight my pussy was, or even show him, but I had back-to-back appointments, so I didn’t have time to go that far with it.
“I have had a stressful couple of days. But you’re making me feel so much better…so good.”
I took that as my cue.
“I can make you feel really good, Jake,” I said as I ran my hands underneath the sheet until it met his cock. I was disappointed that he didn’t have a hard on yet, but I was determined to fix that.
His shaft got hard in my hand, and feeling his pleasure in my palm made me wet.
I gripped his shaft in one hand, and started lightly massaging his balls with the other. He didn’t say a word, good or bad. My heart started pounding. I kept stroking him, but I wondered if he would jump up and run out of the room in disgust.
But he didn’t. He kept smiling and moaned slightly. Then he grabbed the sheet and dropped it on the floor beside the table.
“If I’m going to feel better, I need to see it,” he said.
I moved closer to him and tightened my grip around his prick. His shaft got hard in my hand, and feeling his pleasure in my palm made me wet. I wished I had enough time to climb on top of his cock and ride it until I came, but I knew that wasn’t going to happen — at least not that day.
Jake’s breath got heavier and quicker, so I picked up the pace of my happy ending hula. His cock started to twitch between my fingers and I pumped him even more.
“Oh, yes,” whispered Jake as the come began to shoot into my fist. He let out a huge, satisfied exhale, as if this was what he wanted from me all along. “How am I going to concentrate on legal briefs now?”
We both laughed.
“Are you ready to have your back done now?” I asked, figuring I should finish the job I was being paid to do.
“Of course!”
Jake flipped over on the table and I grabbed the sheet to re-cover him with it — and recover any semblance of professionalism in that session. I continued with the massage as usual, and Jake started to quietly snore beneath me. When I was done, I shook his arm lightly to wake him and let him know his time was up.
“See you in a couple of days, Jake,” I said as I headed toward the door.
“Can’t wait! That was the best massage I ever had.”
And he meant it. The tip he left me was twice the usual amount.
Want to find out what happens next? Check out Stroking for the rest of Claire’s story.
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