Happy Birthday

She told me about time when she was married once, a birthday present that her (then) husband put together for her. He took her to a hotel and led her into the room which was completely dark and she could feel another presence in there, but she trusted her husband with a smile on her face. He removed her clothes and then kissed her on the forehead and said one last thing, "Happy Birthday baby".

She was guided to this table in the middle of the room, she was excited that he had gone through so much just for her on her birthday, which was a impressive change. She could smell the mixture of cologne and perfume, which confused her but still she said nothing.

There was no talking, she even mildly said, "Hello" but got nothing back and that alone scared her. Eventually she felt more pairs of warm hands on her body. Some large and strong and some soft and smaller. All of them slowly running along her body. From gently massaging the temples on her head, to the rubbing her cheeks on her face. She could could feel a gentle touch caressing her breasts, and very similar but eager ones rubbing her inner thighs, it felt like they were trying to pace themselves, slowly making their ways to where it was warmer, but going back to the outside of the thigh.

She just focused on trying to breath smooth, and trying to enjoy all that she felt. Finally one of them touched her clit and she felt her body ignite! It was a little rougher than she had usually experienced but still okay. The threshold was being pushed, someone was looking for her sweet spot with their long thick fingers. She didn't think that anyone expected for her to be one of the legendary "rain-women" because as soon as they went looking, a pool of sauce slid out on the table and her cheeks were sliding together.

She had by now lost count as to how many pairs of hands were working her, pulling her hair, massaging her breasts and nipples, squeezing her thighs, and arms, working her clit and her g-spot. She tried biting her lip to keep from screaming, everything was happening all at once but really slow, driving her insane. She was used to getting what she wanted when she wanted so now she was on the time table of everyone who was working her over, and they all seemed to have that slow agenda going on. Painful agony.

She finally let loose, and spray and wiggle and twitched uncontrollably. Never any kisses of any kind just hands some large, some small, all beautifully crafted a very memorable birthday present that she still day dreams about.

Line one Calling Mr Syn

Some of you know, but then a lot of you don't that I am a state licensed medical massage therapist. I don't speak much about it because I lost my drive for that as my life's job. That and some other issues about hospitals not taking massage seriously, and thats where I am trained to work, and I don't want to have to learn to be a physical therapist just to utilize my massage talents.

I can remember talking to my cousin that lives in Detroit (yes Michigan is bigger than just Detroit) and he asked me what I had been up to, and I said that I was in school for medical massage therapy and his immediate response,Oh so you gonna get all the ho's. I said man please if you'd see most of these people, you'd know that ain't no sex going on at all!

There was this one woman, very odd looking I mean just by the lips, who needed a shoulder massage. She wasn't shy about anything, see one of the procedures was to get the patient on the table and then do everything under a sheet since there were other people in the room unless they had a private room in the back that way we could just come back after they were situated. No, not this woman, right out in front of every one boobs out and swinging, and I thought whoa, had to turn my head because I wasn't ready for it (hell they even looked odd for that quick half a second of torture that I endured).

So she finally lays down and I look at how her body lays just doing an overall scan of what needs to be worked on, and then I see it. This light green-ish mole on her back. LIGHT GREEN!?!? Like one of her grand kids had taken a marker and colored it in for her because that dookie brown wasn't looking too hot. I start giving this woman a massage and she starts moaning, and so I freeze I start thinking ok this has got to be some kind of game show or something, and I look at the instructor and she has this smirk on her face and fucking leaves the room. WTF!?!?

This other woman, I was giving her a neck massage, she was lying on her back, and how I had arms draped over it relaxed her muscles in her neck so I got deep and she's letting out these sighs (I can handle sighs better than moans that sounds like she is getting the good-good). What freaked me out with this woman is, when I was done, I tell her that I will be in the other room to settle the bill (it was only 10 bucks) when I get to the door she asks in the most pathetic tone. Aren't you going to say goodbye? If you have ever met me, you'll understand the facial expression I gave her, with one eyebrow up and the other down as I respond with Uh, bye.

Then this one woman who didn't even bother trying to wear a bra, I honestly don't think they make them that large. I felt for her though because they were so large that she couldn't properly lay down on the table. She wanted to hold a conversation and would slip out little compliments during the massage. Things like, its a good day today, oh my goodness that feels so fucking good, and my lips would just go straight and my face tensed like I am not trying to turn this woman on. I mean my job is to make people feel better but hell, and this other woman would just let them rip when I massaged, and yes women do brew them stinkier.