AWESOME MASSAGE

My name is Andrea. I am 35 years old with a trim 
petite body with mid back length auburn colored hair 
having green eyes. I don't consider myself to be a 
beauty even though I have noticed man people giving me 
a second look, making me proud of myself.

I married Don fresh out of high school. It wasn't a 
surprise to anybody because Don and I have been 
friends all through our lives. Living in a small town 
in Arizona, it was nice to know Don was always there 
for me as I was for him. Once we graduated from high 
school it was as if was the most natural thing for us 
to do, get married. Never have we ever regretted our 
marriage. I love Don as much and if not more than what 
he loves me.

Don and I had a fantastic marriage until three days 
short of our 17th wedding anniversary. Don was coming 
home from work and had a head on collision at high 
speed by a drunk driver who was later found to be 
driving in excess of 100 mph. The courts finally 
convicted the drunk driver for felony DUI, but, I am 
still widowed. I still have bills coming in and other 
expenses. The savings we had finally was nearing 
depletion when I decided I am going to have to go to 
work. 

I had no idea what type of work I can do since Don 
always made fairly good money so I didn't have to 
work. I spent a lot of time looking through the 
newspapers and checking on the internet for available 
jobs I felt I could do with no results. I was really 
getting depressed by this time. No money, no job, and 
no skills. I then realized who is going to hire me? 
Nobody. I knew this was going to be a major hurdle, 
but, being stubborn and hard headed as I am, I know I 
am going to find something, no matter what.

Being so frustrated, which is what I have become, I 
threw the newspaper across the living room only to cry 
in hopes of relieving my depressed state. Once I cried 
myself out, I did feel better and then I felt the need 
to be around somebody. Where am I going to go? What am 
I going to do? I didn't know, I just know I needed to 
be around somebody, so I decided I would walk the 
three blocks to the local café. I have been there on 
several occasions and always enjoyed Lori, a great 
looking waitress who was very friendly to me and also 
a great waitress. I watched her perform her job and 
she always has everything under control, all the 
customers taken care of.

Grabbing my purse, I thought I better check my make-up 
after the cry I had, so I went into the restroom 
looking at myself in the mirror. I am glad I check 
because there were a couple of places my tears did 
mess me up so I straightened them out. Once I was 
happy with what I saw in the mirror, I left the house 
only to walk to the café.

Once I entered the café, I was glad to see Lori was 
working. Turning to face me, she welcomed me and then 
she took a second look at me. "Oh Oh!" she said once 
she really looked at me. She grabbed a cup of coffee 
and a menu only to take me to the corner booth. "I'll 
be back with you in a moment. Get comfortable," she 
offered. I thanked her as she left me.

In only a couple of minutes, Lori did return to me 
sitting opposite of me where she could keep an eye for 
customers entering the business. "What happened?" she 
asked as if she was a friend and full of sincere 
concern.

"I am so depressed anymore. Since Don's accident, I am 
having to adjust to being single again and now I need 
a job with no skills to present. I am nearly out of 
money and I am running out of time. I don't know what 
I am going to do," breaking down into tears again. 
Lori handed me a much welcomed napkin for my eyes. 
Quickly I was able to bring myself back under control, 
thanking her for the napkin.

"I am going to be off work in half an hour. Let's you 
and I spend some time together. I have something I 
want to talk to you about." For an unknown reason, 
this really sounded good to me. It didn't seem like 
half an hour went by, and before I knew it, Lori sat 
opposite from me again saying, "I am off now. I've 
been thinking, Andrea, I need a waitress to help me 
out. Don't worry about not having experience as a 
waitress, I'll train you myself. Are you interested?"

"Yes, I am, and thank you. When can I start?"

"Why don't you be here tomorrow morning? Just wear 
something comfortable and presentable, like what you 
are wearing now, for example. Just don't wear anything 
that shows too much skin, though. Some of these guys 
might drop dead from too much excitement, if you know 
what I mean."

For the first time since Don's accident, I found 
myself laughing, something which I dearly needed and 
wanted. "There is something you haven't asked me yet, 
and that is how much would you be making. So you will 
know, I make about $100 a day in tips, generally more, 
but, I only plan on $100. With your personality and 
beauty, I know you will make the same. Maybe not at 
first, but, in a short time you will. You watch."

I couldn't believe a waitress making that much money. 
I gladly accepted her generous offer of a job with a 
much needed smile on my face. "Thank you, Lori, you 
are a life saver for me. I'll be here in the morning."

I left the café to walk home. I couldn't believe how 
much better I felt knowing I had a job now. Once 
inside the house I screamed AWESOME at the top of my 
lungs because of the relief I felt. I went to my 
closet looking at what I had to wear regarding Lori's 
suggestion. I was glad to learn about everything I had 
to wear would be appropriate for me to wear being a 
waitress not needing to spend money for clothes I 
didn't want to spend. I still have nearly $4,000 but I 
didn't want to spend more money for clothes if I 
didn't need to.

For the remainder of the day I sat back reading a book 
I wanted to read. I couldn't believe how much better I 
felt just knowing I had a job, the first job of my 
life. I fixed myself a nice dinner and went to bed 
early. I watched TV until I went to sleep. I woke up 
at 5AM and got out of bed quickly taking a shower 
getting ready to go to work. I found myself smiling 
when I thought about "getting ready to go to work." 

I finished my make-up before getting dressed. I walked 
with pride to the café knowing today I was reporting 
for work, the first time in my life. Another thing I 
was looking forward to was working with Lori, a very 
nice woman and a very capable waitress. I know I was 
about to be trained by one of the best.

Lori welcomed me in her normal friendly nature. "Today 
I think it would be best to be something like my 
busgirl. It will give you the opportunity to learn 
where things are and to learn the basics. Tomorrow I 
will give you more things to do. By the end of 
tomorrow, I am quite sure you will be able to handle a 
section by yourself." I appreciated her telling me her 
plans. I know she had a reason for me to learn the 
trade in the way she described to me so I wasn't going 
to question that.

At the end of our day, we sat down in the corner table 
together. "You were very well received by our 
regulars. You had quite a few compliments." I noticed 
her counting her tips. I couldn't believe what I saw. 
Once she finished counting her $165, she counted out 
$75 and handed it to me. "Here is your part, Andrea. 
You did really good today. I am looking forward for 
tomorrow." Thanking her, I gladly accepted the money 
she offered me. In my own way, I felt bad because it 
was her money. I then realized if she didn't want me 
to have it, she wouldn't have offered it to me.

On the way home, my legs were sore and felt as if they 
were wanting to cramp on me. This was not so 
surprising to me since I haven't been on my feet so 
long at any one time in years, since high school when 
I used to be a cheerleader and the various sports I 
was involved in at the time. I got home and quickly 
started my bath, using the hottest water I could get. 
Once I climbed in the water, it felt so good. I did 
jump out of the tub as quick as I could a couple of 
times to walk out the cramps in my legs I developed. 
They were so sore but soon come to become better as 
soon as I got back inside the tub.

By the time the end of the week came, Lori was 
confident with my newly acquired abilities to handle 
my section by myself. I noticed how my legs were 
becoming more and sorer from being on my feet so long. 
At one time Lori informed me, "I noticed you are 
limping. That is mostly from making too many wasted 
trips. Try to do more than one thing on a trip back 
and forth. By the end of the day, you will notice the 
difference, believe me." 

I appreciated her suggestion so I tried to think of 
what I could do to make each trip back and forth to 
the back and front to be more productive. It took a 
while, but, I feel as if I was getting the idea. I 
also noticed an improvement with the tips I was 
getting. I mentioned this to Lori and she agreed with 
me. 

At the end of the shift on the last day, my legs hurt 
so badly. "I wish I knew what I can do about my legs. 
They hurt something awful."

Lori looked at my shoes saying, "You might want to 
consider something like soft sole tennis shoes. Not 
just tennis shoes, something dressier than those. You 
know what I mean. Those will help. I know there is a 
massage parlor around the corner from here. I never 
been there myself, but, I understand he is very good."

Thanking Lori for her suggestions, the idea of the 
massage did sound like an excellent idea, so when I 
got off work, I asked Lori where the massage parlor 
is. She gave me the directions and once I left the 
café, I was at the massage parlor within two minutes. 
How convenient this was, being so close, I thought as 
I opened the door making my entry.

I heard a metal bell like clinking sound as I opened 
the door announcing my arrival. Not seeing anybody, I 
had taken a seat in a comfortable armed chair putting 
my feet on the ottoman. Ten minutes or so later, I 
heard the door open leading into the back. Looking up 
I saw a very nicely dressed tall statuesque black man 
about my age extend his hand to help me up. "My name 
is Howard. I will be your masseuse today. Please 
follow me," he offered with a tone of professionalism 
in his voice. I was taken with his masculine sense of 
confidence when he said, "Sore legs, huh? You came to 
the right place."

Howard ushered me into a room offering me a seat on 
his bench. The bench I was sitting on had a very 
unique build to it. The table was built something like 
a person's body in design. Below where the shoulders 
would normally be was a deep trough that I recognized 
a woman's breasts would lay in giving her more 
comfort. The legs were placed on individual supports 
allowing the feet to hang over on the ends and it 
appeared as if the base of the leg supports were on 
hinges allowing them to be moved in a sideways 
fashion. 

I'd never been to a massage parlor before so I had no 
idea what to expect. I sat on the bench as Howard had 
taken a seat in a chair along the wall. "So you will 
know, I charge $50 an hour. I do have a 2 hour special 
at $75. I never saw you in here before, so I will give 
you the two hour special at the one hour rate. I do 
this so I know you are taken care of and want you to 
come back." It was more than what I wanted to spend 
but I figured what the heck, why not?

I thanked Howard for his special rate, which I 
accepted. "Okay. I need to have you completely disrobe 
and put on this special gown I am going to hand you. I 
will be back here about ten minutes and I will want 
you to lie face down on the bench with your face in 
the hole at the far end of the table." I was somewhat 
apprehensive knowing I will be nude under this flimsy 
gown I was going to wear in front of a man I don't 
know anything about other than his name. I have only 
been nude in front of one man in my life, Don.

Howard returned to the room putting on some very 
smoothing new age style music at a very pleasing 
volume level. For some unknown reason I was feeling 
quite relaxed hearing the music. I felt Howard doing 
something to the back of my gown which I didn't know 
until I felt him place two very warm towels upon my 
bare back. He also placed warm towels on both legs. 

He replaced the towels in the one steam compartment in 
the room while taking out more towels of another steam 
compartment to replace the cooling towels on my back 
and legs. By now I was feeling somewhat comfortable 
with Howard looking at my bare back and legs. I kept 
my thighs tightly together so he wouldn't see my 
labia. 

Soon enough Howard removed a bottle from the stand by 
my head pouring some of it in his hands. After rubbing 
his hands together, he started rubbing my shoulders 
and shoulder blade areas. Instantly I felt myself 
melting in his hands, welcoming his very professional 
touch. He spent a long time doing what he did to my 
back, shoulders, arms, hands, fingers, and neck. I 
don't believe there was one square inch he missed with 
his massage technique, a technique I welcomed.

He then began to rub my feet and toes. Although I am 
very ticklish in my feet, I never one time felt as if 
he was tickling me. I couldn't believe how he knew 
where the sore spots were in my legs and feet. It was 
as if he was in tune with my feelings, in tune with my 
sore spots. He put just enough pressure on his fingers 
to get a deep and firm penetration into the sore spots 
without overdoing it making me hurt more. It did hurt 
somewhat more and soon enough it felt good. I have to 
say Howard really knew what he was doing to me.

Not only did Howard know what he was doing in the 
performances of his profession, I felt he know what he 
was doing to me in other ways as well. As Howard 
worked his way up my right leg, I felt myself becoming 
nervous as he soon worked his way above the knee. I 
knew he wanted to work his way further up my leg and 
without thinking too much about it, I did ease my legs 
apart knowing he would have a good view of my labia. I 
didn't like this too much but I felt comfortable 
enough with his professionalism I allowed him to do 
what he felt he needed to do, even if it meant 
exposing myself to him.

I was alarmed how high he went. His hands were all the 
way to the very top of my right thigh, all the way to 
my pelvic region. Much to my relief, he never one time 
accidentally touched my labia. Then he proceeded to do 
the same thing with my left leg. By the time he 
finished with my left leg, I felt as if I was becoming 
somewhat moist between my somewhat spread legs 
exposing myself to his eyes completely. "I need you to 
turn over for me please," he said as I felt him 
replace my gown over my back. I surprised myself by 
the feelings I had within myself and how comfortable I 
felt around him.

Once I was on my back, I became aware of him possibly 
having the need to open the front of the gown. Since 
he never touched my labia, I feel as I have nothing to 
worry about seeing my exposed front part of my entire 
body. 

Once again Howard placed hot towels over my body. It 
felt so good to me, making me nearly relaxed enough I 
could have fallen asleep if given the time. I lay back 
with my eyes closed. While soaking up the heat from 
the towels, I thought I could hear a sound that was 
familiar to me and thinking nothing of it. When I did 
open my eyes, I learned what those sounds were I 
heard. I saw Howard standing by my feet in the nude 
excepting him wearing his boxer shorts. 

"What is the meaning of this?" I demanded to know.

"I guess I should have informed you first, when I give 
a long full massage, I get so warm I'll end up 
dripping sweat from my head landing all over you, 
something I know you don't want to experience. I don't 
believe you would want that either, so I removed 
nearly everything to remain cool so I won't upset you 
by my sweat. If you want, I'll gladly put all my 
clothes back on again." 

Howard did appear to be most sincere with his response 
so I didn't say anything else. I did look to be sure 
of what he was saying was to be true or not. He didn't 
appear to be in an excited state within his shorts, so 
I allowed him to continue with his massage.

No sooner he began to massage my shoulders I developed 
a cramp in my right lower leg. Without thinking, I 
quickly stood up to walk out the cramp. Realizing what 
was happening to me, Howard helped me up from the 
table. Once the cramp was gone, I now realized I was 
standing in front of Howard completely in the nude. 
Since he has already seen everything I had to offer, I 
just laid back on the bench without the gown, which I 
felt was going to be in the way anyway.

Once he finished his very thorough massage, I nearly 
felt disappointed that it ended. I felt so much better 
than when I first entered the massage parlor I didn't 
feel anything at all like I did then. I was impressed 
with how much better I felt making me decide should I 
hurt again next week, I will be sure to come back for 
Howard's massage.

The following week was the same as the previous week, 
my legs hurt so bad I had to utilize Howard's 
services. During the second visit, Howard asked me 
where I work and when I told him, he said he would 
have to come inside the café so he can enjoy my 
services causing me to giggle hearing that. "You would 
be very welcomed to be my customer," I replied with 
all sincerity.

Wednesday around lunch time, Howard did walk in. I was 
so glad he was my customer, and once he prepared to 
leave, he left me with a very generous tip. It was a 
business type card saying "Special Service Card."

The following Friday, once again I hurt so badly. I 
hobbled into Howard's massage room. He offered me the 
gown which this time I did refuse since I knew nothing 
was to be concerned about. This time Howard removed 
his clothes other than his shorts. It was a miserably 
hot day today and I noticed how much warmer it was in 
his room, so I wasn't in question of him being semi-
nude from the very beginning of this office visit.

Lying on my stomach, we talked as Howard gave me his 
massage. This time I did notice how he moved my legs 
apart with him standing between my wide spread legs. 
Normally this would upset me but for some unknown 
reason I wasn't upset knowing I was so wide open for 
his eyes, exposing my most intimate areas to somebody 
I didn't even know.

I did feel the back of his hand accidentally bump 
against my right labium once when he was so very close 
to it making me think nothing to it, even though I 
didn't really welcome it. I sort of expected it 
knowing he was going to be massaging my extreme upper 
thigh. I got dressed when he finished with his massage 
and when it came time for me to pay for my massage, I 
handed him the full $75. He gave me back $25 saying I 
am a preferred customer. Thanking him, I walked home 
in good condition. Not only did I feel so much better 
like last week, I was shocked when I realized how 
turned on I was. I could feel my labia had swollen and 
having the desire to have something inside me. I was 
quite flustered with how excited I was. 

Once I was inside my house, I quickly removed my 
clothes only to start rubbing my swollen clit. My 
natural juices were beginning to run out of my vagina 
quickly saturating my sheet. Even without putting a 
finger inside my sopping wet vagina, I came so hard, 
harder than I have since Dan's accident. I didn't stop 
there, I kept it going until I had two more intense 
orgasms. Now that I felt satisfied, I stopped 
pleasuring myself only to sleep like a content baby.

The following week, Howard was my customer a couple of 
times. Both times he presented me with a Special 
Services Card, along with a normal cash tip. I thought 
that was so thoughtful of him which I greatly 
appreciated.

Friday came along and once again I was not nearly as 
sore as I was the previous two Fridays since my legs 
were getting toned from being on my feet so much. I 
still looked forward to getting off work Friday, which 
was a very hot day. I walked into Howard's office and 
it was hot inside. Howard was waiting for me and 
ushered me into the room in his normal cheerful and 
professional manner. I got undressed and laid on the 
bench. I noticed Howard didn't remove any of his 
clothes. "Aren't you going to get comfortable?" I ask. 
"I would, except today I didn't put any shorts on and 
then the air conditioning went out on me."

Feeling comfortable with me being nude before him and 
having no reason not to trust him, I offered, "Go 
ahead, Howard. Get comfortable. I won't mind." Sensing 
his reluctance, he did remove his clothes standing in 
front of me completely nude giving me my first chance 
to see what he had, which was a lot!

Howard began his normal massage techniques on my 
shoulders working his way down to the top of my butt 
cheeks. Then he began to work on my feet working my 
way up like normal. This time I felt a consistent 
pressure on the side of my labia. Instead of getting 
upset, in some strange way I welcomed it. Then he 
worked on my left leg and once again he put consistent 
pressure on the other side of my labia. My body began 
to betray me, seeping a generous amount of moisture 
from within my vagina, dripping down over my anal 
area.

He reached out retrieving a bottle of something from 
the rack on the wall. Instead of having me turn over 
at this time, he resumed massaging my shoulders again. 
He was standing between my widespread legs as he 
massaged my shoulders. 

This time I felt something very warm and blunt 
pressing against my vaginal opening. It spread my 
opening fully and slipped inside me. I knew it was his 
erect penis. It felt so good go have a man inside my 
lower body I just welcomed the intrusion, allowing my 
body the pleasure of which it sought. I didn't feel 
anything touch my labia and yet I felt as if he 
bottomed out inside me. "Howard, give me all of it."

Howard withdrew from inside me getting more lube in 
his hand putting it on his erection. He replaced it 
inside my wanton vagina and this time I felt a slight 
burning sensation along with something like a 
welcoming ache way up high inside me. I felt his huge 
black balls press against my clit and labia at this 
time and I felt as if I knew he penetrated my cervix 
and having the tip of his huge erection inside my 
womb. Never having anything penetrate my cervix 
before, I could only imagine that was what I was 
feeling remembering what other women have told me from 
what they felt when they had their cervix penetrated. 
I know it felt so good.

Howard just kept massaging my shoulders and back as he 
left his penis still within my tight confines. 
Eventually he did begin to rock gently back and forth 
inside me, delivering feelings of which I don't recall 
ever experiencing before now. I was so excited I felt 
an orgasm coming on and I knew there was going to be 
no way I would be able to delay it, even if I wanted 
to. With a loud moan and grunt, it hit me hard causing 
my entire body to go rigid momentarily before I 
twitched uncontrollably, arms, legs, body just going 
totally spastic, a sensation I never fully enjoyed 
before.

Howard kept his rocking sensations, slowly and surely, 
going continuously, never stopping keeping my orgasm 
going for what felt forever. I had one orgasm on top 
of another and another. I felt Howard expand inside me 
just before I felt a welcomed sense of warmth and 
wetness high up inside me as he pushed himself as deep 
as possible inside me, delivering his seed.

"I believe you need to turn over now," he calmly said. 
My body was so wracked I didn't know I could even 
move, but, making every effort possible, I did end up 
lying on my back. Once I readjusted my legs on the 
separate supports, once again I felt the blunt end of 
Howard's penis penetrate deep within my body. I was 
surprised how virile he is, just having spent himself 
inside me and never lost his erection. A man like this 
is good to find. He massaged the tops of my shoulders 
as he kept himself buried deep inside me. 

This time when he massaged my breasts, he poured warm 
oil over them, spending a lot of time massaging my 
nipples causing them to get hard as rocks. They hurt 
being so hard.

He worked his way lower and lower and then he began to 
thumb my clit while embedded deep inside me. He began 
his rocking back and forward movements now as he 
thumbed me creating a massive orgasm so spread 
throughout my entire body, from the top of my head to 
the tips of my toes. WOW! This man knew what he was 
doing to me, and I welcomed every bit of it.

Just as I was approaching my FOURTH orgasm, I felt 
Howard expand within me for the second time, maybe 
half an hour after the first time he came inside me. 
Once again I clearly felt the deliverance of his 
potent seed inside my womb. He kept himself inside me 
for a while before he rocked back and forth again, 
this time hard, fast, and deep. 

When I came for the FIFTH time, I heard him grunt and 
fall atop of me when he came in me for the third time. 
Totally spent this time, he laid on top of me being 
sure to deliver all of his sperm inside my womb. I 
have heard of men like him and he is the first time I 
actually had any experience of a man like Howard, 
three orgasms before he lost his erection.

Howard withdrew himself from inside me five minutes or 
so after he collapsed on top of me. What surprised me 
was when he removed himself, I didn't feel the gush of 
his semen come out of me. I know he came three times 
inside me because I positively felt his spurts of seed 
delivered inside me. Then came the realization he had 
delivered his seed inside my womb, my fertile womb. I 
forgot where I was in my monthly cycle and now it 
dawned on me I am ovulating right now, and now I am 
most likely pregnant with Howard's baby.

The issue of birth control never entered my mind 
because I have a body chemistry that was toxic to 
Dan's sperm resulting it nearly impossible to conceive 
with Dan, so therefore we never practiced birth 
control. I wasn't expecting any form of intimate 
contact with Howard, much less actual intercourse, so 
I wasn't prepared for what just happened. Once I 
realized I could be pregnant now, I nearly started to 
panic. Howard noticed the severe change within me and 
said, "You're not protected, are you?"

When I nodded my head while I was sobbing wondering 
what I was going to do if I did conceive, Howard said, 
"If you did catch, I'll take responsibility. I should 
have thought about that but I was so excited and 
carried away it escaped my mind as well."

This did help my stressed out emotions a great deal. I 
felt he was very sincere with his kind offering. Well, 
not so surprising, I did conceive. Howard ended up 
moving in with me and two months after his son was 
born, we married.

I no longer work as a waitress ending up working with 
Howard as his assistant and receptionist. His business 
really developed nicely a short time after we married. 
There has been a couple of times when he has a male 
client he asks me to give the massage, and I do. My 
technique is somewhat different than Howard's because 
my clients expect me to be in the nude. Once I feel 
them sperm me, it is at the end of the massage time 
limit. I found being a female masseuse to be very 
rewarding in more ways than one.

Lori was my bridesmaid and she was so happy for me.