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Eduardo
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I was in college and my girlfriend suggested we take a massage therapy class. It was a couples massage class. No credit and taught off campus. But it was semi-legit and I was pretty good at it. I got 20 hours of instruction and used my massage skills with girls ever since. But that's not what this story is about.
My senior year I had a light class schedule and needed to make some money. So I took a class the summer before my senior year and got some real massage therapy training. Where I went to school there are no state laws or certifications to be a massage therapist so after about 100 hours I got a job in a spa working Tuesdays and Thursdays. I worked 4 hours each day and only got $40 per session but I kept my tips and I usually made $100 in tips each day. As a college kid making about $500/wk I thought I was rolling in cash.
Early in the Spring semester I gave my first massage to Mrs. X (no names, please). It was January and she had a gift certificate to the spa where I worked. She had free 5 sessions and I gave her the second free massage when I first met her. Where I went to school was not the most progressive environment and one of the first things she said to me was she expected a Swedish guy or German woman and had never seen a Black guy working in a spa. I wasn't sure if I should be offended but I spent a lot of time brushing off comments from Whites that I assumed were just a lack of ******** or sensitivity.
I gave Mrs. X her last four massages from her gift certificate. By the end I was sure she was requesting me since I rarely saw the same client week to week. And she was tipping me $50 each time. After her last free session she asked me if I would consider giving her massages at her house instead of at the spa. She said she lived 30 minutes away so a one hour massage was taking over 2 hours for her. I told Mrs. X that I didn't have a massage table so I couldn't do it. Mrs. X asked how much a table costs and I guessed about $500. At this point I was wondering if I could find a way to get my own table and start making real money and sitting in front of me was my first client. That's when Mrs. X totally surprised me and offered to buy me a table if her first 2 massages were free. Now I started thinking like a business man. But I had another small problem since I didn't have a car. I had been catching a ride or borrowing a car from my roommate or my girlfriend so getting anywhere in town with a massage table was going to be a major challenge.
At this point I should describe Mrs. X. She was over 40 and probably close to 50yo. She was very tan and had dark hair. The best way to describe her is she looked like Joan Collins from the old Dynasty days. She didn't really have much of an ass (and I'm definitely an ass man) but she had amazing legs and arms. She definitely worked out and was in better shape than any woman I ever met at her age. She probably was in better shape than my girlfriend at the time. She had large breasts, at least a DD, and they were fake but really well done fakes. Mrs. X lived in a large house with columns in front. The first time I saw her house I knew she was even richer than I guessed. But she lived there alone. As many times as I was there I never saw anyone else. No maid, no butler, no kids, and damn sure no husband.
Anyway, so my first trip to her house was in early February. Mrs. X bought me a massage table and had it delivered to her house. So on a Saturday afternoon I borrowed my girlfriend's car and showed up for Mrs. X's first massage. Nothing out of the ordinary happened that time. And for the next few weeks it was pretty straight-forward. I showed up, gave her a massage, she paid me $150 cash and I left. She never even held me to the deal of free massages for the table. Then again, I never took the table so maybe that was a fare deal.
Then things got interesting. In March the weather was much nicer and I showed up one day and Mrs. X opened the door in a robe (which was normal) dripping water everywhere (which was odd). She had been in her hot tub which I never knew she had. She asked me if I would give her the massage outside. So I lugged the massage table downstairs and outside and set things up for an outdoor massage. In the past I had massaged Mrs. X completely nude but I always used appropriate cover techniques to avoid ******** her body. I mean I looked, don't get me wrong, but I tried to be as close to legit as I could. Well on this day, Mrs. X was back in the hot tub when I finally got set-up and she got out of the water and had a bikini on. Just looking at her body I stopped breathing. I felt my cock swell and I remember trying to stare into her eyes so I wouldn't gawk at her body. And Mrs. X was so casual about it the whole time.
So here I am standing there with a cover sheet waiting for her to lay down and I'm really just hiding my huge erection behind the sheet. Mrs. X was standing there fresh from the hot tub and she dried off. And that's when it happened. Mrs. X stripped her bikini top and bottom off right in front of me. She walked over to the table like everything was perfectly normal and stretched out on the sheet while I laid the cover sheet over her. And all I could think was "Damn!" That's when I decided that some people just live differently.
In the background of all this happening I had two other things going on. First was my roommate. He knew a little about what was going on with Mrs. X and he just wanted me to bend Mrs. X over and fill her with BBC. Hell, at that point I had never even heard the term BBC. I just knew I was a young Black man and this White woman was all I could think about. On the other side was my girlfriend. Cute and sexy but still just a college girl. I lied and told her I worked at the spa on Saturdays so that's why I wasn't around during the day. I was jacking off thinking about Mrs. X on Saturday mornings so I could focus on her massage that afternoon. And most of the time when I was fucking my 21yo girlfriend I was thinking about this nearly 50yo White woman with fake tits. My world was turned upside down all because of Mrs. X.
The very next Saturday after the hot tub bikini incident I was back at Mrs. X's house for her weekly massage. By now I'm kinda hooked on the money and really hooked on this fantasy of fucking an older White lady. So I show up at her house and it's like deja vu all over again. Mrs. X is wearing a robe and dripping wet at the door. I come in and head outside to the table which is right where I left it last week. But this time Mrs. X drops her robe and she is stark naked. She waits for me to get the table set up with sheets and she is drinking champagne while she waits. I finished covering the table and Mrs. X climbed on and even today I still remember no one said a word. Not "hello" or "come in" or anything. It was 100% auto-pilot at this point.
I gave Mrs. X a massage and I remember thinking I could probably seduce her. She had been drinking and was obviously very comfortable around me so my mind went to work. I'm an idiot obviously because I'm plotting and scheming to seduce a woman who is trying to seduce me. But I'm still not aware of that so I can't help but try to figure out how to seduce her.
To be continued.....
My senior year I had a light class schedule and needed to make some money. So I took a class the summer before my senior year and got some real massage therapy training. Where I went to school there are no state laws or certifications to be a massage therapist so after about 100 hours I got a job in a spa working Tuesdays and Thursdays. I worked 4 hours each day and only got $40 per session but I kept my tips and I usually made $100 in tips each day. As a college kid making about $500/wk I thought I was rolling in cash.
Early in the Spring semester I gave my first massage to Mrs. X (no names, please). It was January and she had a gift certificate to the spa where I worked. She had free 5 sessions and I gave her the second free massage when I first met her. Where I went to school was not the most progressive environment and one of the first things she said to me was she expected a Swedish guy or German woman and had never seen a Black guy working in a spa. I wasn't sure if I should be offended but I spent a lot of time brushing off comments from Whites that I assumed were just a lack of ******** or sensitivity.
I gave Mrs. X her last four massages from her gift certificate. By the end I was sure she was requesting me since I rarely saw the same client week to week. And she was tipping me $50 each time. After her last free session she asked me if I would consider giving her massages at her house instead of at the spa. She said she lived 30 minutes away so a one hour massage was taking over 2 hours for her. I told Mrs. X that I didn't have a massage table so I couldn't do it. Mrs. X asked how much a table costs and I guessed about $500. At this point I was wondering if I could find a way to get my own table and start making real money and sitting in front of me was my first client. That's when Mrs. X totally surprised me and offered to buy me a table if her first 2 massages were free. Now I started thinking like a business man. But I had another small problem since I didn't have a car. I had been catching a ride or borrowing a car from my roommate or my girlfriend so getting anywhere in town with a massage table was going to be a major challenge.
At this point I should describe Mrs. X. She was over 40 and probably close to 50yo. She was very tan and had dark hair. The best way to describe her is she looked like Joan Collins from the old Dynasty days. She didn't really have much of an ass (and I'm definitely an ass man) but she had amazing legs and arms. She definitely worked out and was in better shape than any woman I ever met at her age. She probably was in better shape than my girlfriend at the time. She had large breasts, at least a DD, and they were fake but really well done fakes. Mrs. X lived in a large house with columns in front. The first time I saw her house I knew she was even richer than I guessed. But she lived there alone. As many times as I was there I never saw anyone else. No maid, no butler, no kids, and damn sure no husband.
Anyway, so my first trip to her house was in early February. Mrs. X bought me a massage table and had it delivered to her house. So on a Saturday afternoon I borrowed my girlfriend's car and showed up for Mrs. X's first massage. Nothing out of the ordinary happened that time. And for the next few weeks it was pretty straight-forward. I showed up, gave her a massage, she paid me $150 cash and I left. She never even held me to the deal of free massages for the table. Then again, I never took the table so maybe that was a fare deal.
Then things got interesting. In March the weather was much nicer and I showed up one day and Mrs. X opened the door in a robe (which was normal) dripping water everywhere (which was odd). She had been in her hot tub which I never knew she had. She asked me if I would give her the massage outside. So I lugged the massage table downstairs and outside and set things up for an outdoor massage. In the past I had massaged Mrs. X completely nude but I always used appropriate cover techniques to avoid ******** her body. I mean I looked, don't get me wrong, but I tried to be as close to legit as I could. Well on this day, Mrs. X was back in the hot tub when I finally got set-up and she got out of the water and had a bikini on. Just looking at her body I stopped breathing. I felt my cock swell and I remember trying to stare into her eyes so I wouldn't gawk at her body. And Mrs. X was so casual about it the whole time.
So here I am standing there with a cover sheet waiting for her to lay down and I'm really just hiding my huge erection behind the sheet. Mrs. X was standing there fresh from the hot tub and she dried off. And that's when it happened. Mrs. X stripped her bikini top and bottom off right in front of me. She walked over to the table like everything was perfectly normal and stretched out on the sheet while I laid the cover sheet over her. And all I could think was "Damn!" That's when I decided that some people just live differently.
In the background of all this happening I had two other things going on. First was my roommate. He knew a little about what was going on with Mrs. X and he just wanted me to bend Mrs. X over and fill her with BBC. Hell, at that point I had never even heard the term BBC. I just knew I was a young Black man and this White woman was all I could think about. On the other side was my girlfriend. Cute and sexy but still just a college girl. I lied and told her I worked at the spa on Saturdays so that's why I wasn't around during the day. I was jacking off thinking about Mrs. X on Saturday mornings so I could focus on her massage that afternoon. And most of the time when I was fucking my 21yo girlfriend I was thinking about this nearly 50yo White woman with fake tits. My world was turned upside down all because of Mrs. X.
The very next Saturday after the hot tub bikini incident I was back at Mrs. X's house for her weekly massage. By now I'm kinda hooked on the money and really hooked on this fantasy of fucking an older White lady. So I show up at her house and it's like deja vu all over again. Mrs. X is wearing a robe and dripping wet at the door. I come in and head outside to the table which is right where I left it last week. But this time Mrs. X drops her robe and she is stark naked. She waits for me to get the table set up with sheets and she is drinking champagne while she waits. I finished covering the table and Mrs. X climbed on and even today I still remember no one said a word. Not "hello" or "come in" or anything. It was 100% auto-pilot at this point.
I gave Mrs. X a massage and I remember thinking I could probably seduce her. She had been drinking and was obviously very comfortable around me so my mind went to work. I'm an idiot obviously because I'm plotting and scheming to seduce a woman who is trying to seduce me. But I'm still not aware of that so I can't help but try to figure out how to seduce her.
To be continued.....
