My name is Gerry. I moved from New York to California in 2001; I was twenty-one. I had a three-year soccer scholarship to attack. It didn’t quite work out for me, I was plagued with a bunch of niggly injuries, which I couldn’t quite shake physically, so my peers on the course overtook me, and eventually left me for dead. I was still physically fit and exercised every day, I was in pretty good shape.
One of the many courses allied to the scholarship was massage therapy. It was something I never really thought about as a serious career, but figured at least I’ll get to know my muscle groups better, and employ some techniques on myself when I next get injured.
I needed to use warm bodies to practice on, so would offer free sixty-minute massages to some of my friends, and my girlfriend at the time. I became quite good at it and began to understand how to release and relax folk. To be honest with you, sometimes a naked girl in front of you is a bit of a turn-on, but then sometimes it’s not, sometimes it’s the exact opposite. So to be clear, I never used massage as a clumsy way to manipulating a potential sexual encounter. My approach to it was very professional.
One afternoon I got a call from my buddy Josh. Josh worked as the in-house masseuse at the Four Seasons hotel on Hollywood Boulevard. Josh was a keen soccer player, but like me didn’t quite make the cut, so got involved in acting and a little bit of modeling.
Josh had an audition in Venice, so got someone to cover his massage duties at the Four Seasons, however, the cover person bailed, and he rang around his contacts trying to get someone to fill for him, with no success. He finally reached out to me. He was desperate, didn’t want to lose the audition or his job. I was reluctant to help him initially, I had never done this professionally, but I didn’t want to let him down. I agreed. He left all the oils and incense, towels, etc, and talked me through the procedure.
I turned up at the Four Seasons an hour later and gave my first professional massage to a professional Australian surfer called Russell. He had various surfing injuries, and some big muscles needed to be worked on. It was a blessing that it was a sportsman that turned up. I could identify immediately his issues, and get to work on them knowingly. I did a good job, he thanked me, said I had good strong hands, and even threw in an extra twenty bucks on top of the hotel tip.
So that was me. In. Josh started picking up acting jobs, so I started picking up his clients. I got into it. I started reading more books on massage, and even took a couple of courses on the side, expanding and developing my technique. The management at the Four Seasons got to know me too. They began to contact me directly. Within a year, I was working three or four bodies a day, and making some really good money out of it.
A lot of the Four Seasons clientele are actors and actresses coming into town, and working on various jobs. To be honest with you, I wasn’t really into the Hollywood scene, so sometimes I was working on a body, only to be told afterward, they were moderately famous, or the next big thing.
Remember I mentioned before about my approach to massage being wholly a professional pursuit? Well, that was about to change.
One afternoon a very famous actress lay on my massage table. I recognized her immediately. She was in a film I had watched repeatedly, she was in town I guess working on a film. I am busting to tell you who this actress was, but I would never betray a confidence. For the purposes of this story, I am going to call her Gemma. She must have been around forty years old, with long dark hair. Physically fit, not a generic skinny actress, well-toned, and strong muscles. Yoga fit for sure.
There wasn’t much chit-chat between us. She had some tightness on her hamstrings, particularly her right leg. I soon got to work on them. She kept on a t-shirt and underwear. Her underwear was nothing special, black, perfunctory, no-frills. Some folk take off everything and are discretely covered by towels as I go to work. I prefer if females keep on their underwear then there is no confusion or temptation.
I worked solely on her legs, with maybe ten minutes in the end on her upper back and neck, just to finish off the session. Her legs were long, tanned, and elegant, I enjoyed touching them, and getting into her muscles. She seemed happy, thanked me and signed her hotel bill, and probably threw in a gratuity I can’t remember. Before she left the room, Gemma asked me if I would be available for more sessions over the next couple of weeks, but that it may be difficult to organize as her schedule was kind of erratic. How late do I work, etc? I said I would do my best to be available, but best go through the hotel’s booking service and ask for Gerry.
A few days go by and I get a call from my boss at around 8.30 pm, asking if I can do a 9 pm. I was about to say, sorry I am too busy, but before I could he mentioned it was from Gemma, she had just finished on set was traveling back to the hotel, and needed some work done. Of course, I agreed immediately. My girlfriend was pissed off, but I assured her this client would pay double for the inconvenience.
It was around 9.45 pm before she finally showed in my room. She apologized for being late, she had stopped by her room for a quick shower and wandered over to my massage room in a hotel robe and slippers, which clientele often did. She asked me to continue work on her hamstrings. She took off her robe and lay on my table. She was wearing a loose-fitting white vest, with no bra. I could clearly see the shape of her breasts, areola, and nipples. Probably a C cup. Yellow underwear, somewhere between panties and a G-string, but again, looked like something clean just grabbed from a drawer, after she had her shower.
I attached the headrest and asked her to lie on her front initially. I began getting to work on those hamstrings. After a few minutes, she asked if I wouldn’t mind applying less pressure. Whenever I hear that, it usually means the client is tired and is using the massage to get rid of the day’s stress and pressure. So I obliged. I mixed up my oils and my massage strokes were more soothing, sensual. I offered to work on her back, which she said sure, she took off her vest and lay back down.
I began to apply some sensual strokes to her back. The side boob on display was quite erotic. I was applying long languid strokes all over her back and neck, to the top of her ass. I didn’t quite realize this was happening, but it suddenly dawned on me that my dick was semi-hard. I won’t lie, I was enjoying massaging this forty-something woman. There was something in the way her body relaxed and responded to my hands. I was hitting her trigger points, and she was winding down. I liked the smell of her skin too. Sure there was probably a heady mix, of the shower gel and the oil I was using. Whatever it was, I was most definitely getting somewhat aroused.
Gemma began to drift off, and before long she was asleep. She had repositioned her head and lay on her left cheek. I could see her right cheek and mouth, covered with her messy long shower wet hair. She looked quite beautiful in repose.
That night when I drove home I couldn’t stop thinking about her. My dick was hard. It wasn’t because she was a famous actress, that wasn’t the turn-on. It was about the massages and the connection between us. I had never quite felt the way I felt, even when I massaged my girlfriend. Maybe it’s because she was older and more relaxed, I couldn’t quite work it out.
I spent the next week thinking about her every day. I lost a little focus on the tired old bodies I was massaging now daily, they weren’t getting the best version of me that’s for sure. Who knows where Gemma was, maybe she was on location further afield and returning in the early hours, who knows? I knew she was still in the hotel though, I’d surreptitiously found that out from one of the waiting staff who worked there.
Again I get a call from someone at the Four Seasons, asking if I was available for a late massage. Again my girlfriend was unimpressed. I couldn’t get in my car quick enough and drove to Four Seasons. I felt euphoric, and you guessed it, my dick was getting hard again.
This time Gemma turned up around 10.15 pm and was profusely apologetic, thanks for waiting, and sorry that she was inconveniencing me. I made her feel at ease, saying, don’t worry I was used to working at unusual hours, which was a lie, I was only doing this for her. She has freshly showered again, in her hotel robe and slippers. I asked her if there were any specific areas she wanted me to work on. She said she felt a little tight around the hips, and if we do some work there, but mainly, she just wanted something to ease her towards her having a good night’s sleep, like the last time.
She took off her bathrobe and was wearing the same white vest. The shape of her breasts moving under the vest gave me an instant hard-on. It wasn’t just her breasts, it was her neck and face, and towel-dried her. Her smell. This was slowly becoming a problem for me to maintain a professional distance. Her underwear was white too, the flowered pattern on the front, a slight teasing window to her bush. Again though, probably worn a hundred times, and had seen better days.
I asked her to lie on her front again, and we would do some back and legs. I held up a towel and allowed her to take off her vest. I spent the next forty-five minutes or so working her back and legs, and like before she drifted off. There was some sensual music playing and it seemed to do the trick. I was semi-hard the whole session. I was beginning to move my hands towards more intimate areas. Digging into her glutes a little, brushing the side of her breasts. I was so turned on.
Gemma revived a little and asked if I would mind stretching out her hips as we had discussed. She turned over and put her vest back on. She asked if I would dim the lights, which I did, but also offered her a face visor, which she took and put on.
I stood at the side of my table, and lifted her left leg, and began to stretch it in circles. She was so tired from the day, I could take the whole weight of the leg. I rotated her left leg gently in circles, opening up her hip sockets. Holding it and moving it in a counter-clockwise direction. This is where my arousal or manipulation began to take charge.
As I stretched out her leg, her loose-fitting underwear would free up a little. I moved her leg in such a way that the material on her underwear slowly revealed the left side of her pussy. My cock was hardening. I persisted in moving the leg, willing the material to free up some more. It did. After a couple of minutes of this, I had now a full view of the left side of her pussy. It was a little bushy, but her lips were a little swollen. Prominent. I hadn’t seen a pussy like this before, maybe it’s because Gemma was older. I looked at Gemma’s face, her mouth, her lips. Fucking hell. Sexy as fuck. I angled my head a little and tried to get an even better sight of her pussy. The lights were dim, and it wasn’t quite happening.
Gemma was emitting a gentle snore. So even if I was in full pervert mode, at least the job was being done. I lay down her left leg and moved around the table to begin working on her right leg. I applied the same technique, and again my very clear goal was to somehow dislodge the material of her underwear to reveal her pussy to me. The narrow strip of material covering her pussy had folded in on itself, so I was getting a much clearer view. The right side of her pussy came into view. A beautiful swollen lip. I wanted to touch it, I wanted to kiss it, I wanted to taste it. My cock was fucking solid.
I had been obsessing about seeing her pussy, that I completely disconnected from her top half. What had happened by sheer chance was that her right breast came free from beneath the loose-fitting vest. Her whole breast was exposed. Her areola was dark, and maybe an inch in diameter. Her nipple was pointed. I noticed she had a little scar, on the south side of her areola. Maybe a surgery? It didn’t look like any kind of boob enhancement. What do I know? It looked sumptuous, all I could think of was putting my whole mouth over it. Just as I was thinking that, Gemma flipped her visor a little, she was coming round. She adjusted her vest and covered up her breast without a fuss. We finished up, she put her robe back again, and then before she left, she actually gave me a quick hug. Thanked me repeatedly. Went back to her room.
The Four Seasons has an underground parking area, it’s dark. Before I drove home for the night. I found an old t-shirt, which I had used at the gym earlier. Placed it to the side. Pulled down my shorts, took out my fully swollen cock, and masturbated. Little images of Gemma’s breast, nipple, pussy filled my imagination. It didn’t take long before my cum spattered into the t-shirt. I can honestly say it was the best most fulfilling wank I have ever had.
Over the next few days, I spunked into another t-shirt, or training sock, or whatever the fuck was lying around. I think one day, I tugged away at least four times. Needless to say, as a professional masseuse this was becoming a problem. I couldn’t get Gemma out of my mind.
A few days passed, it was a Sunday afternoon. I had to do some massage work on a visiting junior swimmer, who was in town for a competition. He had some shoulder issues, which I did my best to iron out. It was around 3 pm and that was me done for the day.
Just as I was heading out, I bumped into Gemma in the lobby. She had running pants on, a sports bra, cap. She looked fit. She was sweaty. So fucking sexy.
She said it was a shame I was leaving for the day, and could I recommend anyone else, as she is still feeling a little tight in the hips, and needed some manipulation. Yes right, I was going to offer up this amazing body to someone else. I said, don’t worry, I’d make a call, and see if I could shift something around. This was a complete lie, but I didn’t want to seem too eager or reveal my obsession with her. We traveled back up the elevator together and headed to my massage room. Feeling like she was impinging on my time, she asked it was okay to not take a shower, and just get to work on the hips. I said fine, which was probably a good idea, as her muscles would still be warm from her jog.
I set up the massage table, put on some music, dimmed the lights. I gave her a towel to dry down her sweat. She asked if she should take off her running pants, what would be best? I said probably, and we could really get into some proper hip rotations. She took off her running pants, she was wearing a cheeky G string. This was fucking torture for me, my cock began to swell. The G didn’t cover much at all, it was just about see-through, her bush was clearly visible. She lay on the table and asked if it was okay to take her sports bra off. Of course whatever she wanted. I held up a towel, and she threw her sweaty top in the corner of the room. She lay on the table with a towel covering her breasts.