The Ladies' Man

Chapter Three

Chapter Three

The main final examination each student at the school had to pass was giving a massage to the Head Teacher, Genevieve. She was a notoriously tough customer, with special rigor involving any blurring of s****l boundaries. In the course of giving hundreds of sessions over the six months, our hero had learned to be very crisp in his exclusion of his own s****l energy from his work. Daily m**********n helped, as did his meditation practice as well as hard workouts every morning and evening to bleed off his ADHD energy. He did his best to bring his A game to this final test. So his gratification was profound when his Head Teacher declared after her massage,

“That was the best deep tissue work I’ve ever received from a student, David. And I didn’t detect any eroticization, which I suspect you worry about. I will be giving you my highest recommendation anywhere you choose to work. Since you’ve indicated you want to return to the Bay Area, there is one very high-end day spa in Palo Alto that is always on the lookout for attractive male therapists with good boundaries. I know the owner personally, a college friend Jackie through the LDS network. I will give her a call suggesting she take a trial massage from you once you return. I’m well aware that more than a few of the students and instructors have come on to you. Your deft way of discouraging them has been as impressive as your natural talent.”

Our hero was surprised how touched and moved he was by this ringing endorsement. He made the appointment to massage Jacqueline his first day back from Utah. Here again, his efforts to bring his A game panned out. A very impressed spa owner was delighted when he accepted her offer to begin working there immediately. She had the same wholesome Mormon beauty that he had appreciated in her friend from BYU. He liked her similar matter-of-factness about bodies while maintaining the clear conservative boundaries around s*x of that culture. This was more than fine for David, who was still horrified by the amount of harm he had done by being less careful for so many years.

The Spa was a great place to work for him. He liked that the clientele were exclusively female. David found soothing the plush atmosphere necessary to draw an upscale audience in such an expensive town. Most of his clients were married and older (how many women his age could afford $200 an hour for bodywork?). Our hero quickly filled his schedule with regular customers who told their friends what a superb practitioner they had found. After over six months of abstinence, it was becoming easier to sublimate his s****l needs into his work and his nightly m**********n. Of course, he ruefully mused, Jackie had replaced his Head Teacher as the powerful older woman who punished his ass inside and out in his imagination. The hornier he felt, the harder he worked out both morning and night. The resulting sculpting of his already very attractive body did not help the crushes that his clients often got on him. But he became facile at keeping good boundaries by gently reminding amorous customers,

“We don’t want to drift into anything that would jeopardize my commitment to be your therapist for a long time, do we?”

So David settled into a comforting routine of five or six treatments a day during which he felt quite gratified at how much pleasure and healing he could bring to his grateful clients. His pay and inevitably generous tips meant that he earned as much money as if he had become that counselor he thought he wanted to be. Soon he was banking money even with the high Silicon Valley rent he was paying. Everything seemed to be steadying down nicely, when Genevieve walked into his treatment room.

Now our hero had been used to dating very attractive women over the years, so beauty alone was not enough to faze him. But Genevieve was something quite different, an actual supermodel. She had heard through one of the customers of the couturier who employed her about this miraculous young man who worked out kinks in her body that no therapist had previously touched. The model was almost as tall as David, perfectly slender and toned. She had appeared in Elle and Vogue before being wooed away from New York by her current imperious French boss, Madeleine. Her features were as perfect as her leggy body and long blonde hair, reminding David of Scarlett Johansson.

As had become usual with his regular clients, he used his empathic skills to sense their emotional tension. He would offer in a low-key way for them to let off steam conversationally while he worked his magic with their bodies. Only a few of them declined this offer. So our hero got a regular earful of the stresses women had to contend with in the high-pressure fast paced world of Palo Alto. Some of them humorously started to call him their ‘shrink with benefits’, a sobriquet he felt rightly proud of. Maybe he was at last starting to balance the karmic scales by undoing some of the harm he’d done to the women whose hearts he had broken. So David kept softly inviting those who seemed to need it a chance to open up conversationally as well as physically.

Genevieve was particularly challenged by her demanding imperious perfectionistic boss, Madeleine, who insisted on being addressed as Madame by her string of models. Madame could not be escaped by her minions, as she required that all of her charges live in her palatial home in the Woodside hills nearby. There the severely beautiful older woman could control their exercise and diet and even their sleep. All of which she insisted led to the best performance on the catwalk. Genevieve’s body frequently showed the effects of her boss’ stringent workouts. The model took to booking two and then three appointments a week for the physical as well as emotional support David was happy to provide. This unusual frequency of sessions inevitably drew them closer. Soon the gorgeous blonde started to feel more like a friend than a client. She would frequently suggest half-jokingly that he was better than a husband, to which he would reply,

“And you don’t have to worry about me pestering you for s*x like every other heterosexual man in your life.”

One day, Genevieve booked an extra appointment which David agreed to accommodate by stretching his schedule into the evening. This would cost him a workout, but he was fit enough that this was hardly a tragedy. The Spa felt different as he was the only employee present when he let her in the locked front door. Soon she was settled into her session, as he worked her lanky body through the linen drape on his first pass to check in with all of her usual sore spots. This time, her usual hip tightness seemed to be accompanied by a more generalized tenderness over the model’s perfect boyish buttocks. When he asked about this, she broke into tears, something that had never happened before with her. He gently said,

“You don’t have to talk about it, Gen, but if you want to I’m glad to listen.”

This led to a long meandering tirade as he worked on her back and shoulders about what a tyrant Madeleine was, and how impossibly perfectionistic the boss had recently become. And then, when it was time to undrape her right hip, David discovered that Genevieve’s bottom was uniformly red and inflamed. He felt a flood of erotic energy unlike he’d experienced in months as he gingerly began working on her buttocks as he gently inquired,

“Do you want to talk about what happened here?”

The model burst into tears as she sobbed out,

“Madeleine sometimes disciplines us physically if we do something she finds particularly egregious. She used her paddle on me this afternoon because I came in a pound overweight on my weigh in today. She does it in front of all of the other girls, ‘pour encourager les autres’, as she is fond of saying.”

Within a minute, our hero was sporting his first in session erection ever, and was grateful that his client was on her stomach with her eyes buried in his face cradle. He also was somewhat dismayed to realize via his very sensitive nose that Genevieve was very turned on.

Now this was far from the first woman whose p***y had become engorged and lubricated while he was working on her. David accepted this as a normal physiologic reaction to gratifying touch by an attractive and kind man. A telltale fragrant wet spot on his carefully draped sheets covering all of the naughty bits was hardly a problem, after all. It had never prompted him to want to cross boundaries, and his clients seemed grateful that he didn’t mention or act upon it.

But this was different, as he had suddenly found himself just as aroused as his client, who also happened to be the woman in his life whom he currently found the most attractive. This felt like trouble. Even more so because there was no one else in the building whose possible discovery of any hanky panky would serve as a buffer against his sudden impulse to cross the line. Our hero was appalled to hear himself gently inquiring,

“Gen, you seem to be having a strong...reaction...to our work today...do you want to talk about that?”

His client, who had felt as surprised and mortified by her sudden flagrant arousal as David was, experienced a surge of relief as he non-judgmentally named what they both knew was going on. She took a moment to collect herself before replying,

“You mean me getting turned on, right?”

“Right.”

“I know, it kinda surprised me too. I mean, we both know you are hot and I suspect a lot of your clients would love to f**k you. But you’ve always been so careful and respectful about not using me the way most men want to. Something about me being spanked and you knowing it and even touching me where she did it...it all just has me way hot and bothered.”

And then came the next moment of truth. Our hero didn’t consciously even decide, but found the fateful words coming out of his mouth:

“If you like, just this once, when your massage is done I’d be willing to help you with that.”

The silence in the room was deafening as he worked her right foot for several minutes while they both thought madly. His relief was almost shattering when she at last replied,

“I think I’d really like that, if you would.”

And now the rest of the massage itself became the kind of foreplay he had never allowed it to be since he had gotten ‘sober’ of his s*x addiction a year ago. He allowed the quality of his touch to subtly eroticize while he finished her back side, paying particular attention to her buttocks where he added an aloe and arnica-based salve to ease their inflammation. The sweet natural redolence of the liquors of her arousal were more and more powerful as the massage went on. They actually intoxicated the young man and somehow eased his worry that he was making a terrible mistake.

David was still careful not to sneak a peek at her lovely nakedness when he held up the drape for her to turn onto her back. He massaged Gen’s arms and legs and abdomen as usual, noticing that when he worked the fronts of her hips her lubrication had actually quite soaked the sheet. Then at last the usual massage was complete and he murmured,

“If you’d like, I could massage your breasts now. You might find that relaxing or stimulating or both.”

She thought awhile before simply stating,

“Please.”

He inquired further,

“Shall I remove your drape?”

Again, her response was minimal:

“That would be nice.”

The body revealed when the drape was cast aside was just as gorgeous seen whole as he imagined it would be from intimately knowing all of its parts save the erogenous zones so scrupulously draped and avoided until now. Her firm B cup breasts were high and perfect, with small pink n*****s and areoles fiercely erect. Her blonde pubes had been waxed away save for a tiny tuft just above her c******s. That organ was also quite prominently erect under its conical little fleshy cap atop her vaginal lips. Her huge blue eyes were shut, as though if she didn’t look, this wouldn’t count, a piece of magical thinking that he found disarmingly childlike.

David sat on his massage stool above Genevieve’s head and gently worked massage oil into both of her breasts, making her moan. It took his five minutes to get to her n*****s, which he massaged first lightly and then more firmly as her arousal overtly increased. He suspected that if he persisted, she might climax from that alone, so asked,

“Should I play with them until you come, using my mouth as well as my hands?”

Once again the response was terse and to the point, as though her being laconic would somehow disavow what she was requesting:

“Please.”

Our hero responded by standing and bending over her to take her left n****e softly in his mouth while his left hand poufed that breast up by encircling its base. Meanwhile his right hand continued massaging her right breast. This clearly hit the spot as her sighs and moan increased rapidly. He barely had time to switch sides for a minute or two before her perfect long-limbed body was thrashing on the table as she groaned out a long shuddering orgasm. David felt once again glad the Spa was empty, as her cries of pleasure would have been audible in the hallway outside. He also felt an even stronger than usual surge of his own sympathetic joy in giving her this pleasure, as he always had.

Once Genevieve was still and silent, our hero asked,

“May I part your legs, Gen, and use my mouth and fingers between them?”

Again her response was minimal but affirmative:

“Please.”

So he eased her long perfect thighs apart and allowed her feet to dangle off the sides of the table. This presented her floridly engorged p***y quite flagrantly. Its depilated lips delicately parted to reveal its blood-suffused introitus glistening with the liquor of her arousal whose scent he had been enjoying for the past two hours. David was in his sweet spot now, a place he hadn’t been for over a year, about to apply his avid mouth and fingers to pleasing a lovely woman between her legs. He leaned in with a broadened tongue and slowly, gently lapped her crotch from perineum to c******s. She moaned at the delicious sensation, so he repeated it, taking his time, until she started to respond less vocally. Then he slipped a saliva moistened finger in to begin circling her introitus as his tongue did likewise to her prominently erect c**t. This definitely made her groan louder and writhe her slender hips. Only a minute or two of this double stimulation were required before she was coming again. This orgasm was much stronger, her lithe body softly convulsing on the table for more than a minute.

David paused at this point, feeling totally fulfilled himself by Genevieve’s pleasurable paroxysms. After she had completely calmed, he ventured:

“You seem to be multi-orgasmic, Gen. If you’d like, I can use a finger in your v****a to massage your G spot, which most women find quite enhancing to their pleasure.”

The lanky blonde’s response this time was less terse:

“Dear wonderful man, you can put any finger you want anyplace you think I might enjoy without further permission. This is the most enjoyable s*x I’ve ever had. And the longer it lasts, the happier I suspect I will be.”

Soon his tongue and lips and (very carefully) teeth were stimulating her c******s. His left index finger found the unmistakable rugous patch of mucosa on the front wall of her v****a just behind her pubic bone. Our hero had long since discovered that delicate muscular structures beneath the skin there connected directly around a woman’s pubic bone to her c******s. Stimulating both sides of this loop in rhythm with each other was often very effective, which proved to be so for the enthralled model. Not many minutes transpired before an even more powerful orgasm once again had her bucking and writhing on the table as her louder cries of pleasure filled the quiet evening air.

Once she had stilled, he murmured,

“Now is the time to stop me, since my next plan involves adding another finger in your back passage unless you object, dear Gen.”

Her response came fast and certain:

“Yes, please, I’d like you to finger f**k my ass, David.”

What she did not count on was that her adoring lover had other preliminary plans for that orifice. David had always been fascinated with women’s rear ends, both their buttocks and the secret crevice between them. So he kept his fingers busy with her c**t and G-spot while his tongue laved her perirectal area, rimming her lasciviously as she groaned at the deliciousness of that sensation. He did this for a minute or two while adding his middle finger to the index one f*****g her v****a. This made sure it was adequately lubricated for its coming task. Then in a smooth transition he withdrew his two fingers one last time and transferred his tongue back to her c**t. Next his index finger re-entered her v****a as his middle one penetrated her anus.

This time Genevieve cried out her loudest yet in pleasure at the sensation of the double penetration. Soon she was writhing far more avidly as her anal eroticism became apparent. Her famous body could not hold still in the face of the multiple stimulations to her entire s****l core. As he f****d her in both places, his tongue and lips and teeth got busier with her c**t. He liked to think of that magical organ in terms of its embryogenesis as he had learned in one of his Human Biology classes. Developmentally, it was essentially a little p***s. So he had taught himself to work it the same way he enjoyed a woman working his c**k when blowing him. He not only flicked it from side to side with the tip of his tongue, but used his teeth as a hard surface against which to gently press its little shaft with his tongue. This combination rapidly produced her strongest orgasm yet. Her body actually bridged up off the table with the intensity of her joyful paroxysms of s****l release for a final time. At last she slumped back to the table, totally spent and more relaxed than she’d been since she could remember.