Elite Massage

I'd been a masseur for about three years when Tate first came to see me.

I was employed by a very elite, very discrete service in central London -- myself and 3 other private masseurs lived and worked on the 30th floor of a modern and exclusive high-rise. We each had our own private apartment - open plan with a modern kitchen, living space, and bedroom - and crucially a state-of-the-art massage studio. Our clients would come to us for a two hour session where we would attend to their every need -- be it food or drink, massage of course, and whatever pleasure they felt they needed. We were masseurs first and foremost, but if our wealthy and beautiful VIP clients wanted sex, then, well... who were we to say no?

At this point I had a good list of regulars who liked to come and see me either monthly or weekly, but there was always space in the appointment calendar for one-off bookings. This evenings request was an unusual one though. Christina, the client experience manager who oversaw my calendar, had called me and asked me to keep a space open at 6pm. This was strange. I did do evening sessions, but they were occasional, and usually booked in advance by regular clients who wanted to stay a little later with me, usually for food, a few drinks, and then an evening in bed together. Having a one-off client book in for 6pm the same evening, though -- that was an oddity. Yet I had no plans, so I gladly accepted the job.

6pm came and went with no sign of anyone arriving. Christina called just after 6.15 to let me know there'd be a delay, and to just hang tight. I wondered who my new client might be that she'd be so accommodating. I busied myself preparing the massage studio, warming the body oils and making sure the apartment was spotless.

A little while later, I found out exactly why it was I'd been made to wait. I heard the elevator go, and then shortly after there was a brisk knock at the door. I recognised the knock, as Christina always brought new clients to the apartments personally the first time. She didn't wait for an answer, but quickly opened the door. She entered and walked straight down the short hallway and into my living space. Following her was the instantly recognisable figure of Tate McRae. My heart skipped a beat just seeing her there. She was dressed simply in tight jeans and a white t-shirt, but her long, glossy hair spilled over her shoulders and her gorgeous smile was magnetic. She looked every inch the international pop star she'd recently become.

Christina smiled at me warmly, then turned to Tate.

"This is Rob" she said, gesturing towards me, "He'll be taking care of you this evening. If there's anything you need at all then he will of course be more than happy to oblige - but I'll be just downstairs all evening too so do let me know if I can be of assistance."

Tate smiled at her shyly and nodded.

Christina knew better than to outstay her welcome, so nodded politely and let herself out of the apartment, the door clicking into place behind her.

I realised I hadn't taken my eyes off her since she entered the room, so I gathered myself and approached her, holding out a hand to introduce myself.

"Hi Tate. I'm Rob, I gather you're here for a massage?"

Tate seemed surprisingly unsure of herself. She acted slightly guarded, shielding her body by rubbing her arm with her hand as she glanced around the apartment. Behind me was the kitchen island with an unopened bottle of wine out, and beyond that was the fireplace with a couple of logs burning away. There was a rug laid out before it and a sofa and a couple of armchairs either side. After taking it all in, she looked at me with that shy smile and took my hand, shaking it gently before wrapping her arm back around herself again.

"I could do with a massage for sure. I've had a hell of a flight over today. My team did their research and assured me this would be the place to go for some looking after"

I smiled and nodded. "Absolutely, I completely understand. Is there anything I can do for you before your massage to put you at ease? A drink maybe, or some food?"

She shook her head, her long hair spilling around her as she did so. She brushed it back and smiled at me again. Her soft brown eyes glittered in the low light.

"No no, that's lovely but I'm ok for now thank you. I think maybe once I've been massaged, a drink by that fireplace might be a lovely way to unwind though!"

"Of course" I said smoothly, "you'll feel way better once we've worked out all that tension. If you could just leave your shoes by the door, then follow me into the studio, we can get started straight away."

I walked over to the door to the massage studio and opened it. I waited for Tate to remove her shoes and then slowly walk over to the door, passing me as she entered the dimly lit room. I pulled the door shut behind her and headed over to the counter. The studio was lit low by a couple of salt lamps. I had gentle ambient music playing over the speakers and a lavender diffuser giving the room a calm, peaceful aura. In the middle of the room was the massage table, large and padded and set up with fresh sheets, ready to go. I gestured for Tate to take a seat on the chair in the corner, then I pulled over the little wheelie stool so I could sit facing her.

"Before I get started, is there anything you need me to know -- any problem areas you want me to focus on, or sensitive areas you want me to avoid?"

"No, no, nothing in particular..." she smiled again, lighting up the room. "I just really need someone's hands on me, you know?"

I tried not to let on my obvious excitement at the idea of getting familiar with her incredible body, and just nodded professionally. "Of course, sometimes we just need to get all that tension out. Well if you're ready then I'll leave you alone for a minute to get yourself undressed. You can hang your clothes up on the wall here, just leave on your underwear and climb up onto the table. We'll start with you face down, use the sheet to cover yourself. Sound good?"

She nodded and flashed me that gorgeous smile again. I smiled back and stood up, letting myself out of the room so she could change alone.

Once outside, I leaned against the wall and took a minute to do some deep breathing. I'd done all of this a thousand times before, but she was easily the most beautiful woman I'd ever seen in real life, and her entire presence was intensely sexy. There was something about that mixture of shy yet confident, friendly yet sensual. I was going to have to work very hard to stay professional throughout this.

After enough time had passed, I knocked on the door. There was a quiet "come in" and so I let myself back in to the dim room. I could make out her shapely figure lying face down on the bed, the sheet draped over her and clinging to her perfect curves. I could see the round shape of her ass in the centre, and her long legs running down the length. Her hair was now up in a messy bun on the back of her head, and her bare back was exposed before me, tanned and toned and ready to receive my magic touch. As I got closer, it became clear that she'd taken off her bra and was quietly lying there topless.

I grabbed the warm massage oil from the counter and approached the table, trying not to think too hard about it.

"I'm going to begin with your back, I'll start with a light pressure and slowly increase -- just let me know when it's right for you, OK?"

She giggled quietly. "Oh I like it pretty firm, so don't be shy"

I worked the oil into my palms and then placed my hands on her back. I firmly rubbed the glistening oil into her soft skin, beginning the slow dance of flesh on flesh that only a great masseur can do -- and I was excellent at my job. I worked the muscles in her back and eased the tension in her shoulders, before moving down her body to her legs. The soft skin of her back had been a pleasure to massage, but running my hands over each of her long, graceful legs was just incredible. I tried not to give in to that excitement and just tried to enjoy it as a professional, but exploring each of her gorgeous limbs in turn started something stirring within me. I couldn't help but let an erotic charge start to enter my technique, and I could hear her respond with increasingly deep breathing and occasional soft moans of pleasure.

After a half hour of working on her back, legs and feet, it was time to get her to turn over. I approached the head of the table and spoke gently so as not to break her relaxed state.

"OK then Tate, it's time to turn over so I can work on your front if that's alright with you?"

She lifted her head out of the hole in the table and smiled up at me with face of pure bliss.

"Absolutely" she murmured "I think I'd do anything you said right now I'm so relaxed"

My already racing heart quickened again at seeing that smile and hearing her almost purring at me. I lifted the sheet up so she could turn herself over in privacy, but after rolling herself over, she took the raised sheet in one hand and pulled it down towards her and then up her body, bringing the top to rest between her incredible breasts so it slid up the table between her legs, barely covering the area between her thighs and her toned belly. She laid her head back and closed her eyes.

"Do you want a towel or anything to cover up...?" I was almost stammering I was so turned on by the sight of her perfect body. I knew how unprofessional it was to stare, but she wasn't giving me much choice.

"Oh don't worry about that Rob," she whispered sweetly, "Just keep going with that magic you've been working on me..."

I didn't need any more encouragement to get my hands back on her body, so I rubbed some more oil into my palms and started work on her arms, rubbing each one from top to bottom and then interlacing my fingers with hers and running the tension out through her fingertips. She was lying with her eyes closed and a blissful smile on her face, gently toying with my fingers as they ran through hers, responding to my touch and lingering longer with each movement. I went over each of her arms like this, sharing soft touches and gently rubbing fingers as I massaged her and trying hard not fixedly stare at her incredible breasts softly rising and falling right in front of me.

After her arms I moved onto her shoulders, positioning myself behind her head and working her slender neck and upper chest. I was leant over so her gorgeous face was just inches below mine. Her eyes were still closed but now she was softly biting her lower lip in a state of pure pleasure. It was clear to me now that the rising heat between us was not just coming from me but that she was fully engaging in this subtle dance too - and so I decided to lean into it, running my hands down her chest a little lower each time to massage the soft curve of her breasts until I was almost brushing her nipples. I was rewarded with a breathy sigh, then one of her arms reaching up to rest her hand on my back.

The tension was absolutely electric as I continued to explore her soft, oily breasts and she gently kneaded at my upper back through my shirt. Our faces were barely an inch apart and I could feel her increasingly deep breathing on my face. I would've done anything in that moment to close the distance and sink my lips into hers, kissing her deeply and exploring her mouth as my hands roamed her body, but a moment of professional instinct kicked in and I remembered that if this was going to happen then I had to let her initiate. Instead I slowly pulled away and stood up, taking her roaming hand and lowering it back to her body -- running my fingers through hers again affectionately as I did so.

She opened her eyes and looked up at me with a questioning smile, so I gently rubbed her shoulders and whispered to her.

"I need to go back to down to your legs again honey, but I won't be far away..."

She nodded and smiled that gorgeous smile at me, closing her eyes again as I walked the length of the table, trailing my fingertips over the curve of her body as I went. Her legs were already exposed with the sheet piled up between them, from here I could see that she hadn't just taken off her bra -- she'd taken off everything. I positioned myself at the foot of the bed and began to caress both her legs on the inside, drawing deep lines from her calves to her thighs each time. I heard soft moans of pleasure each time I did this as she began to fully give into to the erotic charge between us. I felt her re-position herself as her foot started gently rubbing at my thigh. I kept working warm oil to her incredible legs, brushing my fingertips closer and closer to the only part of her that was still covered.

I could feel my cock stiffening in my trousers as she began to rub it slowly with the ball of her foot. In front of me her perfect curves glistened with oil as she slowly writhed on the table, my fingers drawing shorter lines now, just focusing in on her upper thighs, right where she was most sensitive. Her breathing was heavy and laboured as she brought her other foot up to my waist and used her toes to try and tug at the elastic waistline of my trousers. I heard her stifle a little giggle as her foot slipped and she failed to get my trousers off. Then she reached down and pulled the sheet aside, tossing it on the floor and revealing her glistening pussy right in front of me.

I felt the blood surge in me at the sight of her there on the table. Tate Mcrae, naked, oily, and panting with desire. I didn't need a moment to consider it - I pulled my trousers down and let my full erection spring out, then I grabbed her firmly by the waist and slid her down the table towards me, wrapping her long, gorgeous legs around my body and resting the length of my hard cock against her soft pussy lips. I heard her giggle and moan again as I manhandled her.

"Fuck yes Rob, I'm so ready for this..."

For a few moments I slowly rubbed my erection against her soft, wet folds. Those deep brown eyes stared up at me, clearly wanting this just as badly as I did. The wetness of her pussy was smearing all over the underside of my dick, making my slow movements feel like the most incredible teasing. She was making small circles with her hips, responding to my touch and making my cock harden even more. I pulled my shirt over my head so I was just as naked as her, ready to do whatever she wanted.

I heard her whisper again. "Please... I need to feel you inside me...."

That was it. Without breaking eye contact, I fully drew back and began to slowly slide myself into her. Gripping her waist and supporting her legs, I pushed inch after inch into her tight, warm pussy as she gasped and moaned with pleasure. I wanted her so badly, I was trying hard to control my breathing so I didn't just unload myself into her right then and there.

Once I was all the way up to the hilt in her I paused, just taking a moment to look down at her and ready myself for what we were about to do. She looked up at me with those big brown eyes and a huge smile on her face. Giggling again, she reached out with her hands, and I let go of her waist and gently entwined my fingers with hers, sharing another moment of intimate affection, just enjoying the way our bodies fit together so well. Then I pushed her hands away so they fell back behind her head, I gripped her waist and started to screw her.

Her perfect pussy gripped my cock as I drove myself in and out of her. I roamed my hands over her oily body and finally got to tease and rub her erect nipples as she panted and writhed beneath me. I wanted to explore her inside and out, to leave her shaking with pleasure and absolutely filled with come. I knew I had to hold fast for now though, I wanted to be able to last so I could really give her a night to remember.

I started to speed up as her breathing became more intense, keeping myself controlled and filling her pussy over and over again with long, deep strokes. Sliding my fingers down her oily body, I began to rub her clit, and was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure and a change of movement -- she began to grind her hips back against me in a circular motion, increasing the intensity on her clit as well as the pleasure coursing through my own body.

"Holy shit Rob..." she gasped between ragged breaths "You're gonna make me come..."

"You feel so fucking good Tate" I growled as I carried on pushing into her, "I just want to fuck you like this all night"

I got no reply from Tate as her breathing had gone from ragged to almost nothing. I kept driving into her, filling her completely with every thrust. Her eyes were closed and her body was grinding back against me, her knuckles white as she gripped the sheet. My deep exploration of her body was bringing her to climax, she was wildly writhing and bucking back against me, her face flushed and glowing pink with intense pleasure. In a moment I felt her pussy clench tight around my shaft and her breathing stop entirely, her whole body shaking and pulsing with orgasm. I breathed deeply, trying as hard as I could not to let myself go over the edge.

After a few moments her body relaxed and her breathing resumed, and I felt a rippling pulse through her pussy that flowed from her body and into mine. She softened back to the table, and I reached out towards her, running my hands over her perfect body and then wrapping my fingers around hers again. She opened her eyes and smiled up at me, still absolutely glowing, then pulled herself upright so she was sat on the end of the table with her hands around the back of my neck and my cock still buried deep inside her. She giggled softly and rubbed her nose against mine, then pulled me in closer for a long, slow, tender kiss. I wrapped my arms around her back, and felt her legs close around my waist, with the remaining pulses of her orgasm still flowing into me as we softly kissed each other.

Eventually she broke off the kiss by tenderly tugging on my bottom lip with her teeth, then pulling herself in even closer to my body and kissing and nibbling around my neck. I was still slowly moving inside her, just little rotations of my hips that kept up the massage of her warm, velvety depths.

"Fucking hell Rob, that felt so good..." she purred softly between kisses. "I reckon we need to go and find somewhere more comfortable, now you've got me all relaxed..."

I brought my hand up to her cheek and gently moved her face back in front of mine, then kissed her deeply again, feeling our tongues dance together and our lips beautifully combining. When I pulled away I could see her eyes were half glazed with pleasure and she looked up at me adoringly. I slid one arm around her back and another under her perfect ass, then lifted her up, keeping her embrace around my neck and her legs gripping my waist. She giggled quietly and resumed kissing my neck as I carried her to the door of the massage studio, opening it and then heading into the main apartment. Every step I took, my cock slid in and out of her a little way, causing her to give little whimpers of excitement right into to my ear.

I carried her over to the fireplace and stopped on the soft wool rug that was laid out in front of it. Dropping one arm down, I let her lower one leg first and then the other, dismounting herself from my cock but keeping her lithe, slender body pressed up against mine. We cuddled, nuzzled, and kissed excitedly again, then I turned round and grabbed a pillow off one of the armchairs, handing it to her so she could make herself comfortable on the rug.

"I've just got to do one thing to make this perfect..." I said, then reached down for a fresh log and dropped it into the fireplace. My erection was still heaving and all I wanted to do was explore her whole body with it, but I knew from experience that spending a little time setting the scene would pay off in the long run.