Elite Massage

It was at the point I found myself sucking her toes that it really dawned on my just how much things had changed between us.

An hour earlier and Lily Collins had just been another client -- this was her fourth session with me, and until now she'd been nothing but platonic. She was staying in London for a few months whilst she was filming some big budget rom-com in the city. Her agent had booked out three months' worth of Friday evenings with me, so that at the end of a long week of shooting she could come to me for a rub-down and some relaxation -- a service I was more than happy to provide.

It definitely seemed I was getting a reputation these days... in certain circles, anyway. Several of the agencies VIP clients had requested me personally -- so it seemed word had been getting around about some of my skills in the massage studio. I wasn't always sure exactly which of those skills were being talked about, but either way this was no bad thing. In my line of work, word of mouth tended to get the best clients, and I was very happy to start filling my schedule with beautiful actresses and pop stars, on top of my usual roster of stressed business-women and bored WAGs. The client experience manager Christina had shifted some of my less important clients on to some of the other masseurs that lived and worked in the same apartments, and started filling my time with far more interesting and rewarding assignments.

When Lily first came to see me a few weeks ago, I'd shown her round the luxury apartment I lived and worked in, up on the 38th floor with views across central London. I'd shown her the well-appointed massage studio, the open plan kitchen and living area with the fireplace. She was bubbly and sweet and seemed very excited to be getting to spend her Friday evenings with me, enjoying massage, good food, long baths, and a maybe a well-earned drink at the end of the week. She had, however, made it clear that she was a married woman -- so our relationship would be fun but professional. This was a little disappointing, as she was stunningly beautiful and I would've had no problem helping her relax in any number of ways that involved taking all her clothes off. But as a professional this was no problem at all -- most of my clients were there for the massage; sex was an occasional added bonus, nothing more.

And so for those first few sessions, that's how it went. She'd arrive on Friday evening, I'd give her a long, relaxing rub-down, then fix us both some good food to share along with a bottle of wine. We'd sit by the fire and chat freely about nothing in particular -- life in the city, her work, our shared love of old films and new music. We had a lot in common, and I found her company intoxicating. She was charming and sexy and smart, with bright twinkling eyes and a surprisingly dirty sense of humour. But... she was married, and so I always kept a respectful barrier between us. Apart from those quiet moments that I shared with all my clients within the private intimacy of a really good massage, we were nothing more than friends. At around 10:30 in the evening she would get a car back to her hotel, and I'd go to bed alone.

Yet on her fourth visit, something seemed to change. She arrived at my door that evening with her usual enthusiasm, greeting me with a long hug. She dropped her personal effects on the counter like she was arriving back home from a long day at work.

"I'm sooo ready for a massage this evening Rob" she sighed theatrically, "I've been looking forward to this all week!"

I stood behind her and placed my hands on her shoulders, giving them a firm but gentle rub. I could feel the tension even through her blouse.

"It definitely seems like you've got some tightness today Lily, but I'm sure it's nothing we can't fix" I replied.

She took my hand in hers and pirouetted round into my embrace with a grin, then wrapped her arms around me with a big, goofy grin.

"With those magic hands I think you could fix anything Rob!" she giggled, lingering in the moment and giving me a tender little squeeze. I hugged her back and she nuzzled her head into my shoulder sweetly.

She definitely seemed more affectionate than usual, but it was entirely welcome and I didn't think too hard about it. We got her up on the massage table and I spent a solid hour working all the tension out of her whole body, rubbing the warm oil into her soft skin, and working her muscles until she was completely relaxed.

After this, we shared some food together and then decided to put on an old film. I carried the half-drunk wine bottle over to the sofa and we made ourselves comfortable at either end to watch, chatting over the dialogue occasionally and making each other laugh. About an hour in, she lifted her feet up and placed them on my lap. I instinctively began to rub them. After a while, I looked over at her and noticed she wasn't watching the film, but was just watching me with her head tilted to one side and a thoughtful smile on her gorgeous face.

"Why don't you pop your feet up on my lap too... then I can return the favour?" she asked quietly, seeming unusually timid all of a sudden.

I did as she asked and turned my body towards her so I could lay my legs out along the sofa with my feet in her lap. We were now facing each other, neither of us watching the film at all, but just gently rubbing each other's feet and occasionally looking up to make eye contact and smile at each other. It was delicate and intimate, and I could feel that little spark that had always existed between us slowly growing. I tried to push those thoughts out of my mind, and just focused on the foot rub, allowing myself to enjoy the feeling of her warm hands caressing my own feet as I did so.

After a while, she looked up at me again with that same thoughtful look on her face.

"Rob... did you know... some people like having their toes sucked...?" she asked quietly. I couldn't tell if she was making a joke or asking a serious question, as she was still being unusually reserved.

"I did know that... yes..." I replied carefully, "...do you like that, Lily?"

"Well... I don't know... I've never had my toes sucked before..." she said, blushing at the admission.

"Do you want to find out?" I asked with a laugh, trying to lighten things up a bit.

Instead of laughing, she paused, then gently nodded at me.

For a moment I sat there, still rubbing her feet but unsure of what to do. She was looking at me earnestly, and from her expression it seemed like she was entirely serious.

Yet this was my job after all. If she wanted me to suck her toes, then I was more than happy to oblige her. I lifted up her dainty right foot and carefully ran my tongue along her big toe. As I did, I felt her hands stop rubbing my feet, and her breathing all but cease. I repeated the action, but this time I kept going for longer, then let my tongue spill over to her other toes too. Then I put the whole toe in my mouth and slowly sucked on it, trying to be as gentle as possible so she could experience this new sensation without being overwhelmed.

I watched her eyes close, then her head tilt back as she savoured the intimate feeling. I slowly licked and sucked my way down each of her toes, bathing each one with my warm tongue. I then switched over to the other foot and did the same again. I could hear her trying to suppress her heavy breathing as I increased the intensity, making it clear to me she was very much enjoying it. Once I'd sucked every one of her ten lovely toes, I pulled both her feet in so they were side by side, and then put both her big toes in my mouth at the same time, lapping at the undersides with my tongue as I sucked.

"Ohhhh... Rob..." she whispered quietly. This was followed by a low, breathy moan, which was suddenly cut off. There was a pause, and then she sat up, pulling her feet away from me awkwardly.

"I think I should probably leave" she said curtly.

I felt my heart sink. I'd let it go too far and I'd made her uncomfortable. I knew from experience that it would be tricky to ever get back to the same level of easy familiarity we'd shared after a mistake like that. Not impossible, but hard. I was disappointed in myself for misreading the situation.

She stood up looking flustered and headed back to the main entrance of the apartment. I followed her at a respectful distance, not saying anything. She gathered her things with her back to me, silently putting her shoes back on. I headed over to the door so I could open it to see her out, wracking my brain for something clever to say that would ease the awkwardness.

Once she was ready she stood up and paused. She wasn't looking at me, but I could see there were clearly a lot of thoughts racing through her head as well. As she stepped towards me, getting ready to leave, I decided I needed to say something... anything...

"Lily, look I'm really sor..."

She interrupted me before the words could leave my mouth.

"We both know I'm married." She said quietly but firmly, moving towards me again.

"I know, and I'm rea..." I tried.

"But the thing is..." she cut me off again, stepping in even closer as she spoke. Her body was barely an inch from mine now, but she was still looking down, unable to make eye contact.

I didn't respond this time. I was holding my breath, just waiting for her to finish her thought.

She looked up at me with those gorgeous hazel eyes brimming with complex emotion, trying to express something I couldn't possibly fathom. Then, after a moment, her eyes cleared. A little smile ran across her face, and she leaned forward and kissed me.

I felt time stop as it happened. Her lips were so soft, and her movements were delicate and tentative. I barely had time to respond before she'd pulled away again, staring deep into my eyes still as we both tried to get a read on each other. I lifted my hand up to her cheek and pulled her in again, locking my lips with hers and sinking into a slow, tender kiss. I felt her hands come up and rest on my chest as we both relaxed into the moment, our lips dancing together as we gave into the passion we were clearly both feeling.

I ran my hands down her body and slipped my arms around her waist. She reached up and slid hers around my neck, our bodies pressing closer together as we enjoyed exploring this new level of physical intimacy. I opened my mouth and let her explore inside with her tongue, then we both pulled back and just let our lips and noses and cheeks rub and brush over each other, feeling each other's warm breath mingle together. Everything about her was so soft and sweet and enticing.

When she finally pulled away I opened my eyes to see her staring at me again, this time with none of the uncertainty or awkwardness, but instead with that bright, twinkling confidence that I'd always found so magnetic.

We both pulled each other in and settled into a long, tender embrace. I stroked the back of her head and held her tightly as she lightly kissed and nibbled my neck. Eventually she pulled back and looked at me again with a smile.

"I should go... before I really do something I regret..." she whispered, her face still inches from mine.

I nodded; disappointed but entirely understanding.

"You won't regret this then?" I asked, letting her go and opening the door for her.

"We'll see I guess..." she smiled. Then she picked up her bag, gave me one last gentle kiss, and left.

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I spent the whole of the next week thinking about it. Every massage I gave, every client I spoke to, every night when I went to sleep -- in the back of my mind I was running through that evening, trying to pull it apart and figure out what she'd been thinking.

I was used to clients who wanted to kiss me, or fuck me, or have whatever kind of intimacy it was they felt they needed in their lives. I also had clients who were strictly platonic -- most of them were in fact. The nature of the service I offered was more personal and intimate than a standard masseur, but there was always a clear boundary I didn't cross with the vast majority of my clients. Yet that interaction with Lily was the first time I'd ever had a client leave my apartment without knowing where I stood with them. I had no idea what she wanted, or expected, I had no idea whether she was upset or angry with me, I had no idea whether I'd ever see her again. I kept going round in circles on this train of thought, but with no new information I had no conclusions to come to.

By Thursday all I could do was anticipate seeing her again on Friday night, and I spent the day rehearsing some speech I might give that might smooth things over -- if she did actually show up that is. Aside from the fact that her viewing this whole situation in a negative light might cause serious damage my rising career, I also just genuinely liked her -- I enjoyed her company and would be entirely happy to just rewind and go back to sharing a bottle of wine with a good film with her. I just had to hope she felt the same way.

Friday rolled around slowly, and I spent the day tending to some of my regular clients. The clock inched its way to 5.30pm, and I quickly cleaned and organised my apartment and studio, ready for her arrival. All that was left now was to wait and see if she'd show.

The knock came at the door not long after 6. I felt a wave of relief hit me the moment I heard it. Even if she was upset or angry with me, at least she was here, at least I'd get the chance to apologise and try and undo any damage.

I answered the door as quickly as I could, nervous tension written all over my face. There she stood, dressed in a loose fitting top and tight jeans, with her short brown hair falling down one side of her face. The moment the door swung open she looked up at me, those big, twinkling eyes wide and smiling. She pulled that coy face at me and grinned, seeing how worried I looked.

"How's your week been then Rob?" she asked as she let herself into my apartment.

I closed the door behind her and leaned up against it, making sure it was clear I was keeping a respectful distance.

"Hey Lily, not bad, thanks..." I stammered, "So... I just wanted to say... uh... I mean, I just wanted to let you know..."

She lifted a finger up to her lips to shush me. I trailed off and just stared at her, unsure what to do. In the soft light she looked incredibly beautiful -- even more-so than usual, like she'd put an extra level of effort into the air of casual elegance she always carried herself with.

She dropped her bag on the counter and reached out for my hand. I slid my fingers in between hers, and wordlessly she led me out of the hallway and into the massage studio. She let go of my hand as she stopped to close the door behind her, and I walked over to the massage table and leaned up against it, trying to appear casual. I had no idea what she was going for, but it was starting to become clear she wasn't upset or annoyed.

The massage studio was softly lit with golden orange hues, quiet ambient music playing in the background. In the gentle stillness she approached me slowly, raising her hands as she neared me and running them up my arms until they came to rest at the top of my chest, her body inches from mine. Our eyes locked for a moment, trying to read each other wordlessly. Then she pulled herself in close and began to softly kiss me.

I melted immediately. All my worries and fears about how this evening might have gone evaporated in a split second. I slid my arms around her waist and held her tightly, enjoying the feeling of her warm, tender lips as they flirted with mine. I ran my hands up under her top and felt her soft skin underneath, continuing to kiss her deeply and passionately. Eventually we pulled away, playfully sucking and tugging at each other's lips as they parted, then nuzzling and cuddling and giggling in each other's arms, before diving back in for more sweet little kisses, sharing each other's tongues and pressing our bodies together.

"Oh Rob... I've been wanting to do this all week..." she whispered softly, kissing along my neck as I stroked her hair.

"I really wish I'd known that..." I replied honestly, "I had no idea if you were mad at me, or if I'd never see you again..."

She lifted her head and kissed me softly again, before pulling away and staring deep into my eyes.

"I'm sorry baby..." she whispered tenderly, wrapping her arms around my neck, "there are just a few things I need to say to you that I've been thinking about this week..."

I leaned back against the table behind me and pulled her body in close to mine, settling into an easy position where we could just hold each other and talk for a while.

"Go on" I replied, brushing her soft hair back behind her ear.

"So... you know that I'm married...."

There was a pause. We both knew this was a fact, and I had nothing to add to it.

"But I also just feel this... connection with you, you know...?" she continued. I nodded; I knew exactly what she meant. I squeezed her a little bit tighter to me and gently stroked her beautiful face.

"And last week I just couldn't help but explore that feeling. I wanted to kiss you all evening, sooo badly..." she giggled and leaned in again for another little kiss. We softly rubbed our tongues together and broke apart again tenderly, giggling together.

"But I also felt really conflicted... because I didn't really feel all that bad about it... and I knew I probably should..."

I held her gorgeous face in my hands and looked into her big, honest eyes, waiting for her to share how she really felt with me.

"And then I decided that was the thing... right? You're a masseur, this is your job. We're not falling in love and running away together... you're here to provide me with what I need at the end of the week... right?"

I nodded in agreement, but let her continue, just brushing my thumbs gently over the soft skin of her cheeks.

"So over the course of this week I decided I should just roll with it - enjoy your services, as fantastic as they are, and not feel bad about it. My only rule is that everything between us stays in this apartment. We don't meet outside of here, we don't communicate at all outside of here, and once I leave in eight weeks' time, that's the end of it. Is that OK?"

I nodded again. "Of course, that's no problem at all Lily... As you say, that's the service I provide here. Nothing we do here leaves this apartment, and if you're happy then I'm happy."

"Good..." she smiled at me, seeming relieved to have got all that off her chest. I pulled her in again for another long, slow kiss. As our lips played together, I slipped my arms loosely around her slender waist again. When we pulled away again we were both smiling at each other, just happy to be lost together in this newfound intimacy.

"Is that why you came back today then, to... 'enjoy my services'?" I asked playfully.

"Exactly" she giggled, rubbing her hands against my chest, "and by 'enjoy your services', I mean that I want to you wear me like a pair of cheap tights"

We both burst out laughing, breaking the tension and immediately relaxing us both into each other again. I pulled her fully into my arms, picking her up and wrapping her legs around my waist, sinking into more deep, intimate, playful kisses. I turned around and laid her down on the massage table, unbuttoning her jeans and wriggling them down her long, slender legs. As I did this, she fought with her jumper to lift it over her head and drop it to the floor beside her, leaving her supple, gorgeous body covered by nothing but her lace underwear. I rubbed some oil into my hands and began to glide my fingers over her thighs. She looked up at me with those big, beautiful eyes.

"It's been a hell of a week though Rob, so I'm still going to need that massage first..." she grinned.