I [M] am a Massage Therapist and Love When My Recurring Clients [F] Build Sexual Tension, PT 7

Welcome back! A few housekeeping items – first, thanks to everyone who’s been leaving comments and providing feedback about what you’d like to hear next. This part will talk about my “coffee date” with Sarah, and the next part will cover my first appointment with her friend – after that we’ll figure it out.

Next, and this is something that I promised I would do on my old account, I’m actually working on putting together my “guide”. I’ve got some book recs, general tips and tricks, and FAQ advice planned, but feel free to let me know if you have specific questions you’d like answered. Hopefully I can get that out in the next week.

Finally, a few people have mentioned they aren’t able to see the old stories when they click on my profile. I’ll post hyperlinks here and try to include links to the last story with each new post.

[One](https://www.reddit.com/user/Practical_Humor_2553/comments/yc24tv/i_m_am_a_massage_therapist_and_love_it_when_my/)… [Two](https://www.reddit.com/user/Practical_Humor_2553/comments/yc269a/i_m_am_a_massage_therapist_and_love_it_when_my/)… [Three](https://www.reddit.com/user/Practical_Humor_2553/comments/yc26js/i_m_am_a_massage_therapist_and_love_it_when_my/)… [Four](https://www.reddit.com/user/Practical_Humor_2553/comments/yc26yg/i_m_am_a_massage_therapist_and_love_it_when_my/)… [Five](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yc2a99/i_m_am_a_massage_therapist_and_love_it_when_my/)… [Six](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yf8nk7/i_m_am_a_massage_therapist_and_love_it_when_my/)

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Okay, quick summary. We ended part six at the conclusion of Sarah’s “second” session. In quotations since i’ll be counting her sessions now starting from our first truly sexual one. Sarah and I had plenty of time during that second session, and after a couple strong orgasms, lots of breath and body work, quite a bit of kissing, and an all around intensely intimate experience, she expressed an interest in hanging out outside of a massage setting.

She also told me she had been sharing details of her experience with her friend, a yoga instructor, and that said friend was very intrigued. She hadn’t provided details about who/where I was, but asked if that would be okay with me. I told her I would think about it and let her know later that night. Summary over.

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Later that night, I started to get a little worried again about boundaries and crossing a line, and all that annoying professionalism and ethics and morals they teach in schools. I knew that Sarah was a 100% willing participant, and I knew she was enjoying and actively pursuing the experiences I was facilitating, but I was still getting in my own head about the whole situation. Safe to say I did not text her that night.

Saturday morning, I woke up feeling a little better. I still felt weird about everything, but had plans with friends for pretty much the entire day to take my mind off of things. I probably went a whole 30 minutes at one point without thinking of Sarah … Sarah sitting in my lap … Sarah’s lips locked onto mine … Sarah moaning in my ear … you get the picture.

Later that evening, after going to a concert with a couple friends and getting a little tipsy, I found myself back at my apartment alone – a dangerous combination. I know there’s an old saying from a greek philosopher (don’t quote me), that says the best decisions are discussed under the influence of alcohol then reviewed sober. In a sense, I kind of did that, just backwards. Friday night I was worrying and debating with myself, and Saturday night I was a little tipsy and decided to make the decision.

I texted Sarah around 10 pm, asking if she was free to grab coffee or lunch the next morning. A little soon, but I figured better to not give my sober self a chance to back out. I waited a bit, and after not getting a response figured she was already in bed. After smoking a joint, taking a shower, and drinking a shower beer, I still hadn’t received a response, and decided to go to bed a little buzzed. Just as I turned the lights off and laid down in bed around midnight though, my phone lit up.

(Trying something new here for a text conversation)

S: “Hey! Just got home from work. I’d love to – thought you’d never ask :)”

S: “Have a place in mind?”

I knew the general area she lived in from our conversations, and picked one of my favorite little cafe’s / bakeries that just so happens to be there.

O: “How about The Cafe? Maybe coffee and a pastry with a walk through the park?”

O: “You pick the time – I’m sure you’re gonna want to sleep in after a late night at work.”

S: “Ooo sounds perfect. I love that place.”

S: “Let’s do 11 if it’s not too late – a girl needs her beauty sleep”

O: “Perfect – and I’m sure you’d look beautiful regardless ;)”

S: “LOL trust me after a 12 hour shift I bet I look like a fucking mess”

S: “11 am should be just enough time for me to clean up for you <3”

O: “It can’t be that bad can it?”

Sarah responded with a selfie – a shot of her from her waist up, wearing a dark blue set of scrubs standing in front of a mirror in her bedroom. Her hair was messy and she looked tired, but otherwise still had her usual playful smile and radiant eyes.

S: “You can see for yourself.”

O: “Pretty! I mean your hair’s messy but honestly not worse than after a massage.”

S: “haha thanks. Trust me though, I feel a lot better coming out of one of your massages than I do right now.”

S: “I know it was only yesterday but I could really go for another massage after today lol”

O: “That bad?”

S: “Yeah, just a long stressful day.”

S: “Nothing a shoulder rub and an O wouldn’t fix though ;)”

O: “lol – don’t think there are many things that combo wouldn’t fix tbh.”

S: “Honestly. I think I’m too tired to get off tonight though. Just need a shower then bed.”

O: “Sounds like a plan. Looking forward to seeing you tomorrow!”

After receiving a heart emoji back from Sarah, I promptly fell asleep, and slept like an absolute rock. The next morning I woke up around eight to the morning light filtering in through my apartment window. It was one of those mornings where everything just feels good – you don’t wake up groggy, no hangover, no worries, just good vibes all around.

After getting up and dressed, I checked my phone to see another message from Sarah, sent about thirty minutes after I had fallen asleep. Even before opening it, I felt that strong nervous butterflies in your stomach mixed with the little kid on christmas morning feeling.

I’m sure you all have an idea of what her text contained. A selfie standing in front of the same mirror, her scrubs replaced with a towel wrapped low around her waist, her toned abdomen and just a peak of hair poking out of the top, her wet hair split and clinging to her chest just barely covering her breasts. The same teasing smile and radiant eyes on her face. All around a 10/10 teasing picture. Just below it, she texted “Clean Sarah – just for reference :)” and “Hope you sleep well <3”.

Like any guy who receives an image like that, I was immediately hard. I debated getting myself off, but opted instead to get a workout in to continue the morning high I was riding. After a good sweat, a shower, and some tea, I biked over to the cafe, arriving a few minutes early.

A few minutes later, the nervous butterfly feeling came back in full effect as I saw Sarah walking towards me wearing a beautiful pale yellow sundress, a lot like [this one](https://www.billabong.com/wrap-and-roll-woven-dress-194843949579.html) (this was still back in the summer). She smiled as we made eye contact and quickened her step just a bit, and embraced me tightly as I stood to hug her. She pressed her head into my shoulder just like during the massage, and I breathed in the same sweet scent of her hair. It honestly just felt so natural.

While hugging, I told her “I loved your good morning picture by the way”, and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She blushed and just said she was glad I enjoyed it. After exchanging morning greetings and grabbing some coffee and a pastry, we set off to take a walk through the neighborhood.

At first, our conversation was very casual, just like it would be between friends. We talked about our lives, pointed out cute houses that neither of us could afford, admired some vegetable gardens, and mixed in plenty of banter and flirting. It honestly felt like a date – just a really good one.

When we hit the large park at the center of the neighborhood, we slowed our pace, eventually taking a seat opposite each other at a picnic table under a large tree. Our conversation got a little more serious, as I asked to once again hear her take on everything that had happened. This naturally transitioned into what each of us wanted out of whatever “this” was or was going to be, and then circled back to the topic of her friend the yoga teacher, now with a name (Emma).

As it was a long conversation, I’m not going to try and type it all out in dialogue, but will hit y’all with the major points.

— After telling her about my fears/anxiousness about the situation, Sarah reassured again that she was actively seeking this out and 100% happy with everything that was happening.

— Sarah also expressed a desire to learn more about Tantra. I told her I personally don’t really know a lot, but probably have a little more experience than the average person. She said that was fine by her, and in her own words was “very willing to be a test dummy and someone to practice on” if I was up for it.

— I told her if that was the case, I didn’t really feel comfortable taking money from her. As such, we agreed to no longer meet at the massage studio – all further sessions would have to take place at one of our apartments.

— We both agreed that while we liked the other person and wanted to get to know them better, neither of us were fully interested in pursuing a committed relationship, at least for the time being.

Somewhere around this point in the conversation, she reached out and started holding my hand, lightly rubbing circles around the back of my wrist with her thumb.

— She also expressed an interest in wanting to learn to give tantric/sensual massages. She asked if I had changed my mind or thought anymore about my rule of it being a one way street, because she would “love to finally see what she had been feeling through my pants”. (Readers – the answer is yes, hearing this did make me hard)

— I told her that since we were no longer going to be doing this with a financial exchange and rather as friends/friends with benefits, I was okay with breaking that rule.

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When I said this, she leaned across the table and kissed me, glancing her tongue across my lips lightly.

— I told her that I would probably want to keep our massage sessions to once a week, a frequency she happily agreed to, but would love to hangout as friends more.

— I also asked her how she felt about her request from her friend. She said she was more than happy to share and recommend me, but would only do so if I was comfortable. I agreed that she could share my contact info, but that I was going to stick by my basic ground rule – a minimum of three regular massages first.

After this, she stood up and walked to my side of the table, taking a seat next to me. She pulled her phone out of her purse and opened insta, quickly going to her friend’s (Emma’s) profile. She scrolled through a few photos – Emma had dirty brunette hair, was very petite, had lots of tattoos, and was absolutely adorable. While showing me a few more photos, a couple with both of them in them, she told me that they had been friends since college.

On one particularly cute photo of Emma and Sarah lounging by a pool, both of them wearing bikini tops, Sarah leaned in to whisper in my ear, one of her hands quickly slipping under the table and landing on my half hard cock. She said quietly “and I’ll let you in on a little secret, Emma and I have hooked up a few times. After we took this photo we went back to her apartment and she ate me out in the shower.”

Just as my brain could process this information, she kissed my ear playfully, then stood up and took me by the hand, saying “let’s keep walking”. As we walked out of the park, she gave me a little more clarity on their relationship – best friends, have hooked up a few times but nothing serious between them, both just somewhat free spirits who are both bisexual and enjoy sex.

Sarah told me she’s only ever hooked up with one other girl, but much prefers men, while Emma has only ever seriously dated women. I didn’t quite know what to do with this new information, but decided to just sit on it and let Sarah talk.

Now that our conversation was decidedly sexual, we started opening up a bit more about our true selves. I told her about the girlfriend who introduced me to tantra. She told me about an ex who made her think she might be lesbian, then the other ex who had a wild side and had given her some of her more fun memories. Overall it was a really fun conversation, divulging a bit in each of our kinks and interests and thoughts on sex, and you could feel the tension building between us ever so slightly.

After a bit of what I thought of as aimless strolling around the neighborhood, Sarah stopped, turned abruptly, and kissed me hard. The world immediately melted away around me as I locked my arms around her and kissed her back. After probably just a second though, she broke away, looked up at me with those same lustful eyes from the last massage sessions, and said “I live in a building just down the block …” her voice trailing off as her hand ran down my chest “… if you’re up for it I would love to pay you back for what you’ve given me.”

Wordlessly I kissed her back, not caring about the old man walking on the other side of the street or the people sitting at the restaurant down the block from us, and told her “I would accept that”.

She led me quickly across the street and down the block, walking in front and almost pulling me with her. She quickly keyed us into her building and led me into an elevator. As soon as the doors closed, I pressed her hard against the wall and kissed her, her hands interlocking behind my neck. We made out with passion, her grinding her hips into me, until the elevator dinged. Pausing briefly to walk the short hallway to her apartment, my hands grabbing at her waist the whole way.

She pulled me into her apartment, a brief glance at her modern lofty studio with large windows looking out towards the city, plenty of plants and paintings, pops of color here and there, all which quickly turned to a blur as it was my turn to be pressed against the door. My eyes shut as my back made contact with the hard surface, our lips quickly finding their place with each other again.

We continued to make out, each of us moaning gently and running our hands up and down the other’s body. My hands made my way to her butt, pulling her in closer to me and feeling her through the soft flowy fabric of her dress. She moaned and nodded in affirmation, and I quickly slipped my hands under the hem of her dress.

Her skin was so warm and smooth, and we both moaned as my hands made contact with her ass. As I rubbed and squeezed, it became apparent very quickly that she was not wearing any underwear, and as she noticed my realization she giggled and said “surprise” in a low seductive tone.

I spun her around and pressed her into the door, pinning her wrists above her head with one hand and kissing down the front of her neck with the other. My other hand slipped to her front and slowly teased at the hem of her dress, tracing along her thighs and feeling her little tuft of pubic hair on her mons. She moaned loud as my fingers slipped under the dress, sliding up between her silky and wet lips. Fuck she felt so good, and I told her quietly how bad I had been thinking about going down on her.

Her eyes lit up and she grinded into my fingers as I began to rub her clit, but she quickly grinned and said “you’ll have to keep thinking about it …” moaning again, then continuing with “I’m supposed to be paying you back remember.”

She lightly pushed me away, then walked me over to her small couch. She pushed me down on it, then straddled my lap and resumed kissing me. She quickly made her way from my lips down my neck, and as she started licking and lightly biting my neck and collar, she reached down and unbuttoned, then unzipped my pants. She reached under the fabric and rubbed the head of my throbbing cock with her palm, massaging it and saying “Fuck Oliver I can’t wait … you have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this”.

She quickly pulled my shirt off, then kissed her way down my chest, between kisses saying:

“I know I said I just needed to sleep last night” … kissing further down towards my abdomen …

“But after I sent you that picture” … kissing along the waistline of my unbuttoned pants …

“I couldn’t help but start thinking about you” … pulling my arm to her face and kissing along each of my fingers …

“thinking about these hands, about what they’ve done to me” … propping my hips up and sliding my pants down around my ankles …

“thinking about what I want to do to you” … kissing the outline of my cock over my underwear …

“Thinking about how good I want to make you feel” … finally, pulling my underwear down, my erection springing upwards almost hitting her in the face, causing her to giggle.

I moaned as her hand finally wrapped around the base of my cock. Looking down, I couldn’t believe how lucky I was and how beautiful she looked, her face next to my hardness, the tip of my cock wet with precum. I moaned even louder as she started to slowly pump up and down my shaft, kissing along my inner thigh. I shivered as she kissed from my balls up the base of my shaft.

In one quick motion, her free hand pulled at the wrap/tie of her dress, opening it from the front and dropping it off each of her shoulders. I involuntarily let out a loud “holy shit Sarah”, my voice immediately breaking as she licked a circle around my tip. She laughed slightly and said “fuck you’re so hot”, quickly taking my tip into her mouth.

I’ve been told by past partners that they like how much I moan during sex, and based on Sarah’s reactions she liked it too. As she started to slowly blow me, her hand and mouth working in coordination, she would moan “mmmhmm” in response to my exasperated sighs of “fuck” or “this feels so good”. After the first minute of her blowing me, I knew I wouldn’t last long. She had started rubbing her clit with her free hand, and I used mine to hold her hair out of her face.

She was gradually ramping up the intensity, bobbing her head faster and faster, taking my cock slightly deeper with each stroke, moaning louder as she got herself more worked up. Another minute or two went by and I told her that she was making me feel so good, and that I wasn’t going to last long. She stopped for a moment, responding “mind if I go grab my vibrator … I kinda want to cum with you.”

I happily shook my head in agreement and watched with delight as she bounced over to her closet. Her legs looked so toned and her butt looked so perfect as she stood on her tiptoes to grab a small basket on the upper shelf, retrieving a small purple vibrator. As she came back and settled back in on her knees, she looked up at me, kissed the tip of my cock delicately, and said something I’ll never forget “Oliver you have the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen”.

Just as I started to blush she turned on her vibrator and pressed it to her clit, then took my entire length into her mouth. I don’t have the biggest or longest cock, but I’ve also never been deepthroated before, and Sarah made it look easy. I threw my head back and moaned and she placed her hand back around my shaft and focused in on my head.

She blew me with so much intensity and passion that I knew I wasn’t going to last more than a minute. Her moans were ramping up, getting shorter and more frequent, matching my own. My legs started shaking as I told her I was getting close. She gripped the base of my shaft firmly, slid her hand down to massage my balls, and kept a steady rhythm sucking and running her tongue across the underside of my head.

I felt a tingling first in my feet, a tingling which quickly spread up my legs and through my body. That feeling started to concentrate in my pelvis, and I told her I was about to finish. She moaned out another long “mmmmhhmmm” as she started to shake, her rhythm breaking slightly as her own orgasm took over. I saw the same familiar blush spread across her face, neck, and chest, and seeing her cum with my cock in her mouth sent me over the edge.

That deep pressure in my pelvis quickly erupted as she took me deeper in her mouth. My cock throbbed, shooting rope after rope of cum into her mouth. Her body shivered as she swallowed every last drop, my body falling limp on the couch as I breathed heavily and quickly. After my last throb, she took me deep into her mouth one last time, causing me to shiver and let out another long “fuckkkk”. As my head fell heavy into the back of the couch, she kissed her way up my abdomen and chest, eventually straddling me again.

Sitting in my lap, I wrapped my arms around her and told her how good she made me feel, complimenting her continuously. We kissed a little more, then she said “This may sound weird … but I just knew you were going to taste good”. To that I just laughed and said I was glad.

We sat there for a few more minutes just touching each other before we decided to get dressed again. We made some lunch together at her apartment before parting ways, planning loosely on meeting up sometime the following week for a dinner date and an at-home massage.

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That’s all folks – thanks for reading! Lookout for part 8 sometime soon :)

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