Lucky Tourist
I think I was one of the first masseurs in the country to offer Nuru massage. I’ve never had a problem with my body; I keep it in trim and I’ve got a great rack, perfect for what this job requires. It was during my first week that I got a phone call in broken English, from a guy called Hans, who kept asking ‘for massage.’ The conversation was stilted, but I managed to explain to him where I live and to come round at 2.30.
As 2.30 approached, I got into my silk robe and gently warmed up the Nuru gel in my summerhouse, which is where I do the massaging. The doorbell rang and I was confronted with a tall, blond hunk in a tight t-shirt and shorts that showed of his muscular physique. This was Hans.
Broken introductions over, I led him to the summerhouse and told him to undress and lie on the massage bench. When I came back in, he was lying face down, with a towel draped across his buttocks. With Nuru, you start the traditional way, so I put some gel on my hands and started to massage his neck and shoulders, much to his groaning delight. Slowly I worked my way down his back, before removing the towel and rubbing at his pert backside. I saw him flinch a bit as I started, but thought he was just a bit shy.
Once I thought he’d relaxed, I took off my robe and covered my breasts and body in Nuru and then sat astride Hans and used my whole torso to massage his back again. The feel of his muscular body beneath my soft, slippery breasts was getting me hot, but I tried to focus on the job.
After a while, I turned him over, to see that he was obviously pleased with my attentions and a bigger guy than I’d seen before. But, trying to remain professional, I climbed on top of him and slid my breasts up and down his body. It was as I was concentrating on his chest that I felt his hands on my slippery butt and he entered me. After we’d finished and I’d come countless times, Hans looked at me and said: “And now you do shoulder, yes?”