After 5 years I was addicted to these Thursday afternoon massages. Ricardo could work magic on this stressed out body. He had been a massage therapist for over 20 years and knew exactly where it hurt and how to fix it. Now this woman was explaining that he would be out of commission for a few months Because of some car accident And did I want her to give me this weeks massage?

Since I was in the habit of taking the massage in the room I had specially built in my office I was already lying on the table nude with a thick warm towel draped modestly over my butt and upper thighs. “Sure”, I mumbled into the arm that was cradling my head, “go for it.”

I had watched her intently as she had explained Ricardo’s accident. She was attractive, tall, auburn haired with breasts that were full and firm (I’m a breast freak) and accentuated by her tight, knit shirt that clung to her every curve and showed hard nipples prominently poking into the fabric. Her tits were obviously unfettered by a bra.

She definitely knew what she was doing. Her hands quickly quieted my screaming tight muscles. Relaxation was overcoming me in warm, gentle, welcome waves of relief from the tension my job creates. Maybe it was because she was female, and attractive, but her hands were also having an exciting effect on me. My dick was tingling with pre erection sensations as her hands massaged my upper thighs.

“I have a weekly opening at this time if you’d like to become a regular, until Ricardo recuperates”, she added after a poignant pause. “I’m not trying to snake his clients, but there are 10 of Ricardo’s regulars I’d like to handle until his return.”

“The big tippers?” I said, sarcastically.

“No, actually”, she said, still running her fingertips up and down the taught muscles of my thigh, “the ones I’d like to see naked. Roll over.”

I was taken aback by her directness, but didn’t think of hesitating to follow her order. I rolled over as she held the towel up so I could roll over but kept the towel between her eyes and my hardening cock. When she replaced the towel over my crotch it resembled a tent. She smiled and continued the massage.

Watching her work was too much on top of the physical sensations and my erection grew quickly and obviously.

“Would you like a breast massage?” She asked. I was about to ask for clarification when she pulled her shirt up over her head and tossed it to the floor. She stood there, topless, those magnificent tits bare. They were as wonderful as I had thought they would be. Tina, somewhere along the line she had told me her name, ran her oiled soaked hands over her tits then leaned down and ran those slippery firm globes all over my chest. It felt wonderful; the visual effect was even better. My dick was now long and hard and pressing against the towel that covered it. Her hard nipples left tracks in the oil on my skin as they traversed from my waist to my neck. I watched her beautiful tits approach my face. Tina didn’t stop but continued up to run her hard nipples between my lips. I sucked one then the other into my waiting mouth. She paused long enough for me to circle each nipple with my tongue before she leaned back up and stood straight next to me.

There is nothing sexier than large, firm breasts all shiny covered in oil. My hard cock was twitching with excitement. “Do you mind?” she said, holding the edge of the towel that covered me.

“Not at all,” I assured her. She quickly removed the towel, exposing my cock. The breasts massage continued as she ran those big, slippery boobs over my hard shaft. The excess oil form her skin now covered my cock making it shiny and slippery. She looked at me with lust filled eyes. “Can I touch it?” she asked politely. I could only manage to nod as I watched her hand slowly encircle the shaft and squeeze gently.

I moaned as her hand traversed the length of my shaft a few times. That was implicit permission for her to continue. She used one hand to gently knead my hard balls while the second and still pumped my shaft and twisted around the sensitive head of my cock.

It had been so long since anyone but me had touched my cock I knew I wasn’t going to last too long, this felt so fucking good!

As my breathing got faster, so did the speed with which she was jerking me off, having dropped all pretense of “massaging” me. Her grip on my balls got tighter and one finger of that hand dropped to probe my asshole while she continued to piston my dick.

“Next week I don’t want you wearing that towel. I want to see your beautiful ass when I walk in,” she continued, ”and I will give you your full body massage while wearing only panties. That’s much more comfortable for me. To get the proper leverage when I massage your chest I will need to sit very close to your face, actually, on top of it. You cannot see my pussy, but you can smell it and taste it. By the way, I charge twice what Ricardo was charging. Is this all agreeable to you?”

“Yessss…” I bellowed as the hot cum spurt from the head f my dick. Splashing onto my chest and stomach. Tina used my towel to wipe the oil from her tits. She pulled her shirt over her head. “See ya next week. I bill monthly.” And she left.

I have had many Thursday massages since then. Many of which I will relate to you here.