"You look like shit!"

That's the first thing my friend Jenna said when I sat down across from her in the cafe. And she was right.

"Thanks," I said with a smile. "I appreciate your insight."

We had agreed to meet for a drink at a local spot after exchanging a few texts. She could read between the lines and knew that I was having a hard time, so, like the good friend that she is, she invited me out for a drink.

"So what's up? You sounded stressed."

I gave her the short version, about too much going on at work and no time for myself.

"I think there's more to it than that," she said with a questioning look. "There's always too much going on at work, but you're usually fine with it."

"Yeah, you're right. I'm just feeling like I have no life. Rob and I are pretty much just like strangers lately. We almost never have sex, and when we do, it's like we're doing it because we should be, not because we want to. It's sad and frustrating."

"That sucks. Maybe you need a day to yourself, just to relax. Like a spa day, sauna, massage, facial, the works."

"I've thought of that but I don't know. Maybe."

Then Jenna leaned in closer and said, "Actually, I have a better suggestion. There's a massage therapist I've seen a couple of times and I've come back home completely relaxed and refreshed. He only takes clients by referral, but I could get you in."

"That sounds interesting but is it really that great? And how did you find him? Or her?"

"Him, for sure, and a woman I play tennis with referred me. Absolutely worth it. I can give you his number; just call and tell him that I suggested you see him."

So she wrote down his name and number on a napkin and we chatted about other things for an hour, had a second glass of wine, hugged and went home. I wasn't sure I'd call him, but a couple of days later I decided to give it a try. After all, I trusted Jenna's judgment after all our years of friendship.

I called him from the car after work, since I wasn't sure that I wanted Rob to know.

He answered immediately. "Hello, this is Michael. Can I help you?"

'"Oh, hi. Um, this is Michelle, Jenna's friend, and she suggested I make a massage appointment with you." I'm sure I sounded nervous.

"Hi Michelle, nice to hear from you. In fact, Jenna called and said you might be in touch."

He sounded nice so I went ahead and scheduled a massage for Saturday afternoon, and told Rob that Jenna and I were going shopping that day.

I was a little nervous when Saturday came, and I felt bad that I had lied to Rob, but decided that there was nothing wrong with treating myself to a relaxing massage. Michael had given me his address, which was in a large apartment complex a few miles away. I got there early, sat in my car for a few minutes, then went in, found his apartment, and knocked on the door. I heard his footsteps and the door opened.

"Hi Michelle, nice to meet you." he invited me in and closed the door. He was tall, maybe 6'2", nice looking with dark brown hair, a friendly smile, and a muscular build. He was wearing a dark blue t-shirt, tight black shorts, and sandals. I had to admit that he was very attractive.

"Nice to meet you too," I said a bit nervously as I glanced around the apartment.

"Let me show you the massage room," he said as he walked me to a modest-sized bedroom with a massage table, side tables with oils and towels, as well as a number of lit candles. The curtains were drawn, letting in only a little daylight, but the candles lit the room nicely and provided a floral aroma. There was a small electric heater in the corner, and the room was toasty warm. It was perfect for a relaxing massage.

"I'll step out while you undress and make yourself comfortable, face down on the table please" he said.

"Do I need to take everything off?" I asked nervously.

"That's up to you of course, but it's much more relaxing if you do." He left the room, closing the door on his way out.

I took off my shoes, jeans, and sweater. There was a horizontal mirror on the other side of the table, and I watched myself take off my bra. I hesitated a moment, then thought, "What the hell," and slowly stripped off my bikini panties. There I was, naked in the massage room and feeling a bit exposed. I lay face down on the table and took a deep breath. It was so warm and comfortable that I began to relax.

A minute later, Michael knocked and asked if he could come in.

"Yes," I said quietly.

He opened the door and walked in, as I raised my head to see him. He had taken off his shirt and was wearing only the shorts. He looked even better than he had before.

"Hope you don't mind that I took off the shirt, but it's very warm in here."

"No, that's fine," I said.

Michael put some oil on his hands and began by massaging my right hand and arm, then moved to the other side and did the same on my left side. I was beginning to feel more relaxed as he moved to the head of the table, poured some warm oil on my upper back, then gently rubbed my neck and shoulders, leaning over and sliding his hands all the way down my back.

He moved to the side and began massaging my lower back, then sliding his firm hands down to my ass. As he reached my inner thighs and nudged them slightly apart, he leaned in close and i could feel his shorts against my open hand. I was beginning to get aroused as he kept leaning on my hand and massaging my ass. I felt his cock get hard and I squeezed it as he moved his oiled hand over my asshole. I couldn't believe what I was doing as I began to stroke his cock.

He stepped back for a second and I heard his shorts slipping off. He leaned forward again and I took his hard cock in my hand and kept stroking it as he inserted a finger in my asshole. I was getting so excited that I could feel the wetness between my legs.

"Would you like to turn over?" he asked quietly.

"Yes," I said almost breathlessly, and i did. There I was, naked on my back, breasts and pussy fully exposed. I took his cock back in my hand as he began to fondle my pussy, sliding his fingers inside and stroking my clit. After a few seconds he moved closer to the head of the table and began massaging my breasts. His hard cock, long and thick, was next to my face and I couldn't resist it. I turned my head towards him and took it in my mouth. He slid it in and out as he fondled my breasts, then leaned over and began to lick my pussy while I sucked his cock.

I felt the orgasm building and wanted it so badly. Just seconds later, with is cock in my mouth, I exploded with the biggest orgasm I'd had in years. I could hear myself screaming as I kept my mouth around his cock.

I let go of his cock and he stepped back, waiting for me to recover. I was breathing heavily for a minute or two, then slowly relaxed and smiled at him.

"That was amazing," I said.

"Good. I enjoyed it too, as you can see," he said, holding his cock in his hand and smiling. "Is there anything else you'd like?" he asked.

"I want you to fuck me." I couldn't believe I was saying that but I wanted it so badly.

"Get up and lean over the table."

I did, and spread my legs. He reached around and held my breasts as I felt his cock slide in my pussy. It was so thick and hard that I started getting excited again. He pumped his cock slowly in and out as he whispered in my ear that he would shoot every drop of cum in me. He started to pump faster and I could feel another orgasm building as he went in deep. I erupted again when I felt his huge load shoot into me, over and over as he thrust his cock as far as he could.

When we were done and breathing normally, I asked him if this is what he did with Jenna. He smiled and told me I'd need to ask her. I dressed and left shortly after, as relaxed and satisfied as I'd been in a long time.

I called Jenna later that evening and said, "We should talk." She chuckled and we agreed to meet for a drink after work the next day.

We sat down at the same table in the same cafe and ordered drinks.

"So, anything new?" she said with a grin.

"Jenna, what the hell! I'm guessing that we both had a similar experience. Right?"

"I hope so, because I had an amazing time. And I plan to go back for another massage."

I smiled and said, "Yes, me too. I have to ask: did he fuck you?"

"The best fuck I've had in ages," she said.

"Same here, and I couldn't get enough of that cock in my mouth. I'll absolutely go back for another session, and this time I want to swallow that whole load. I can't thank you enough!"