I then switched to working on her arms and shoulders, doing the full sweeps from her neck all the way down each arm at once.
Finally I was done, I put my hand on her stomach for a moment.
“How was that?”
“Could you maybe..work on my hips a bit more?” she asked.
Well, I kind of wanted to get done and out of there, but what the hell.
“Sure.”
I moved to the foot of the table, Lori was short enough that I could reach clear to her waist from there. I turned to add some oil, as I turned back she reached down and tugged the sheet up to cover her breasts.
Way up!
The sheet pulled up so far that her lower body was bare, I was looking directly at her hairy beaver.
I hesitated for a second, surprised.
“I am not modest.” She smiled at me, her face flushed. “My hips bother me.”
I started doing some strokes up her big legs, over the sides of her hips and back down. She lay there with her eyes closed, each pass I made over the sides of her hips, she opened her legs more and more until finally her knees were so far apart the position was almost obscene.
This fat little lady was deliberately displaying her pussy to me!
The problem with that was I was getting a goddamned boner from staring at it. She was excited, too, her lips were fat and getting shiny and slick looking.
What the fuck. I reached around and put both hands on her right leg, slid upwards and let the back of my right hand press right against her.
She let out a groan and her hips came up. I had the drill now, and there was no more pretense. I stepped up alongside her, she opened her eyes for a moment and then closed them again.
So I ran my fingers over her pubic mound, then slowly, ever so slowly let my fingers creep down until I was cradling her. My index finger slid inside, she began to buck against me.
I must have masturbated her for at least 10 minutes, using my left hand to roll her nipples one at a time, now like little needles. Finally she let out a long moan and her hips pressed against my working fingers, then she shuddered and relaxed.
“Oh God that was wonderful!” She exclaimed.
The fact is, I didn’t mind, it was fun.
Lori gave me a hug as I loaded up my gear, she handed me an envelope that I figured had my $20 fee.
“Will you come see me again?” she asked.
“Sure, glad to.” I told her. I think I meant that.
I looked at my watch. Nearly 8 PM.
One hour to make it to Diane, my next appointment. I dialed the telephone service, “You have two new messages.” the recording said.
A male voice came on, I started to delete it when he said, “I would like you to work on my wife. Is it all right if I can be there?”
I jotted down the number, pressed the next message.
“Hey, I hope you are a little more liberal than some.” a male voice said. “My wife needs a good massage and she isn’t bashful.”
An hour later, I knocked on the door of the motel room number Diane had given me. A pretty blonde woman about 35 or so answered, looked me up and down. She smiled and stood aside to let me in.
I was setting up the table, just spreading the top sheet out for her when she came out of the bathroom.
She was naked. Her breasts were heavy, a slight sag to them, her nipples were soft and a light chocolate color. Her pussy was completely bare, an obvious wax job. She smiled at me, totally at ease.
“I hope you don’t mind, I can’t stand those sheets.”
I smiled at that, I was going to like my new job.