{"id":11271,"date":"2022-12-30T10:20:07","date_gmt":"2022-12-30T09:20:07","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.deolububble.com\/general\/ndb\/?p=11271"},"modified":"2022-12-30T10:20:07","modified_gmt":"2022-12-30T09:20:07","slug":"short-story-the-unprofessional-massage-by-sixtie_9ine-18","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.deolububble.com\/general\/ndb\/short-story-the-unprofessional-massage-by-sixtie_9ine-18\/","title":{"rendered":"Short Story: The Unprofessional Massage by Sixtie_9ine (18+)"},"content":{"rendered":"

I had just gotten a part-time job at a Spa in Abuja. I had a good time if I were, to be honest.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Working at the spa gave me the privilege of meeting wives of politicians, socialites and women you would only see in the papers or magazines, not to mention the tips which I got after almost every massage session.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

These tips were the secret behind my rather lavish lifestyle in Abuja given I was just a massage therapist. Working at the spa was an adventure in itself, to say the least as there was always something to look forward to every day.<\/span><\/p>\n

Such was the case on this fateful day when Mrs Bamidele wandered into the reception of the spa where I work. We specialize in hot stone massage and a new water massage technique that would leave you wanting more.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Mrs Bamidele was a goddess whose beauty would leave you questioning the partiality of God in creation.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

The goddess Venus couldn\u2019t come close to Mrs Bamidele in terms of beauty and physique. Being the wife of the Minister of Petroleum allowed her access to the luxury lifestyle many women dreamt of.<\/span><\/p>\n

I had walked into the reception to pick up my phone where I left it charging when I saw Mrs Bamidele looking upset and complaining about how Cynthia wasn\u2019t at work today. Cynthia who had called in sick had been her regular masseuse for about a year.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Apparently, she knew just where to hit on her shoulders, her back, and her thighs. And the way she rubbed her face and head would nearly give her an orgasm. Just then, the manager of the spa walked in, apologizing profusely as though the spa was at fault for Cynthia falling sick.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I mean it was just nature taking its cause. The manager then beckoned for me to come closer and then she introduced me to Mrs Bamidele as one of the best hands anyone could find in Abuja if not Nigeria. Oh, how proud I felt as the words left her mouth. I beamed with a smile, before letting Mrs Bamidele know that I could take her massage session today if she didn\u2019t mind. I<\/span><\/p>\n

At first, she opted to come back another time, or wait on a female therapist, as it really wasn\u2019t a big deal and she wouldn\u2019t want to put me in an uncomfortable position.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAre you joking ma?! please make me uncomfortable ma\u201d I thought to myself. I insisted that if she was okay with me massaging her, I was okay with it too.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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She agreed, saying her muscles needed some tender love and care as she had had a rough week and desperately needed a soothing touch.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSay no more ma, I will touch you so good you\u2019d come back for more,\u201d I replied with an innocent smile knowing the sexual undertone in my words.<\/span><\/p>\n

I led me into a vacant massage room. The table in the centre with fresh white linens, a pillow at the foot and hole in the centre at the top. The lighting was dim, romantic even. Soft music played and the temperature was perfect. I asked her to undress to her comfort level and I excused her and went to pick up the oils.<\/span><\/p>\n

To my surprise, she undressed all the way. Her linen dress, panties and her bra were folded neatly on the chair. She had gotten onto the bed, face down, and pulled the sheet so that it covered just her ass.<\/span><\/p>\n

I only just realized why she didn\u2019t want to make me \u201cuncomfortable\u201d. I didn\u2019t say a word, I just began. She moaned and said my touch was incredible. The pressure I applied was near perfect as I got to the knots on her back. I went a little harder in the trouble spots. I could tell she was enjoying it.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re quite good,\u201d she whispered. \u201cMaybe even a little better than Cynthia\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThanks, ma\u2019am,\u201d I replied, \u201cJust relax, I\u2019ll take care of you.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

My voice was different here. Deep and soothing. Professional but sexy.<\/span><\/p>\n

I worked over her back and shoulders and her legs. It all felt so good for her. I asked her if she was okay turning over as it was time to flip and she had no issue. I held the sheet up, separating us and let her flip over.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Before I put the sheet back down I asked if she wanted her breasts covered or not. Again, to my surprise, she said it was fine. I draped the towel just above her nether regions, a few inches below her navel. The bottom fell high onto her thighs and I removed the sheet. I stood at the head of the table and massaged her chest.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She felt so good. I saw her nipples were getting erect, I wasn\u2019t sure she noticed, nothing was said, I just remained professional. I worked my way around her sides and then to the foot of the table.<\/span><\/p>\n

From there, I massaged her legs. I had already hit her calves when she was laying on her tummy. My hands moved up to her thighs, kneading my muscles in my hands.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

My touch was soft yet firm. I went a little higher than usual, pressing deep into her muscles, as my hands slid along the crevice where her hips and legs meet. Still professional, but damn it was kind of turning me on and it seemed like she also was. I noticed she spread her legs so slightly, but I think it was involuntary.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0I worked my hands on her body like magic, then I came back to the head of the bed. I replenished the oil on my hands and gently began to rub her stomach.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSome clients like their tummy massaged, some don\u2019t. What about you ma\u2019am?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes please,\u201d she said in a semi-unconscious state.<\/span><\/p>\n

I poured a bit of oil on her tummy. Some seeped into her navel. I lightly began to touch her. My hands went lower, to just above the towel. I rubbed her gently and then my hands slid under the towel, just a little.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She moaned and spread her legs a little more. My hands went farther as I scooted closer to the head of the table. I bent over and moved my hands a little farther. My fingers were again along the crevice of her hips and upper thighs. She let out a sigh and I had an evil smile on my face.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIs that okay?\u201d I whispered.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes, oh yes. It feels amazing,\u201d she stammered back, barely able to get the words out.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cJust relax ma\u2019am,\u201d I said as my fingers pressed inward, pushing her pussy lips together. My hands moved back and forth along the outside of her vagina. Oil seeped from my hands down my crack toward her ass. I rubbed a little harder. She was panting now, and so turned on. My hands went farther down, teasing the region between her pussy and ass.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She moaned a little more. My fingers traced their way back up, right across the centre of her pussy, teasing her clit as I went higher. I repeated this motion a few times.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFuck, that feels so good. Don\u2019t stop.\u201d she sighed.<\/span><\/p>\n

I moved my hands a little faster. I bent down farther still, straddling her face with my scrubs still on. I moved my hands out of the way and gave her clit a light flick with my tongue. Holy fuck! She was beyond turned on now.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I had never fooled around with a client and never had naughty thoughts about my clients but I couldn’t help it.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She had never even fooled around with a masseur before but all that changed in seconds. She reached behind her head with her hands and reached for my crotch. She tried to undo the zip of my scrubs, but I backed away.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo ma\u2019am, this is just for you. Relax.\u201d And with that, I removed the towel and walked to the foot of the bed. I removed the top of my scrubs, climbed on top of the bed, and began kissing her inner thigh. Higher and higher until I got to her pussy.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

She was already soaking wet from me teasing me. I engulfed her clit and slid my tongue inside her. In less than two minutes she began to shake as her orgasm hit so hard. It took all she had and my mouth covering her mouth not to let out a high-pitched shrill as she came.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I got up, retrieved a warm wash cloth and washed her in all the right places. I put my top back on, smiled, and said,\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMeet you outside ma\u2019am, our time is up. Oh, and hope you had a wonderful experience. I expect going forward, I will be your personal masseur\u201d She gave me a devilish smile and exited the room, after slipping a bundle of cash into my pocket.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

I counted it and it was N50k!!!!! I definitely love being a masseur.<\/span><\/p>\n

Written by Sixtie_9ine<\/strong><\/p>\n