“Do you have any particular problems or limitations you’d like me to be aware of?” I asked, sliding the towel down to the crack of her ass, exposing her back, also lightly freckled, completely clear of any blemishes.
“I’m just really tense,” Joni replied. “I need to relax, really relax.”
“Okay, that should be no problem,” I told her. “Anything you’d like me to avoid?” I asked.
“I’d prefer not to have any unnecessary pain,” she replied.
“Well, I have very strong hands,” I informed her as I took some Biotone creme into my hands and began warming it by rubbing my hands together briskly. “So you tell me if the pressure is not to your liking or if anything I do is not to your liking,” I said, slowly and gently letting my hands come to rest on her back, feeling the heat from her skin on my hands as I slowly slid my hands up to her neck, then back down, spreading the creme all over her back.
“Oh, that feels so nice,” Joni sighed, relaxing into the table as I began to work her back.
“Have you had massages before?” I inquired as I began a series of long, firm effleurage strokes from the illiac crest up to her neck.
“Once,” she replied, sighing. “But it was more like an oil bath, nothing like this at all.”
“Well, I’m just starting,” I laughed, “and I don’t use oil.”
“Your hands feel marvelous,” Joni murmured as I continued to effleurage, letting my hands move to the sides of her back, not changing the pressure as I let my hands slide over the swell of her breasts bulging from the sides, noticing with satisfaction that the only reaction was Joni sighing and settling even more deeply — as if that were possible — into the table.
I then began to petrissage her lower back, kneading the muscles, concentrating on the quadratus lumborum, the muscle that connects the lower rib to the illiac crest, the origin of nearly all lower-back problems. I could just see the beginning of the crease splitting her ass, the gentle but seemingly perfect swell of her ass under the towel. I looked forward to that part of the massage.
“Denise never told me exactly what a Total Massage was,” Joni said, “other than it was the best experience she’d ever had.”
“Well, that’s certainly nice to hear,” I replied, once again effleuraging up her back, smoothing things out, and deliberately ignoring the rest of her statement.
“What exactly is a Total Massage?” she finally asked after a long pause, during which I had noticed the slight increase in tension in her back.
“Well, I guess it’s different for every person,” I hedged, enjoying this part as I ran my thumbs up along her spinal ridge, pressing as deeply as I dared, stopping the pressure when I felt that it would be counterproductive to press any deeper.
“Basically, it means that your whole body gets treated, within limits that only you can set,” I explained, once more running my thumbs up her spine, slightly more deeply this time. “All tradition, rules, laws, whatever, are gone; the only thing that matters is you and your body’s needs. The whole purpose of massage is to relax, to release, and with Total Massage it is possible to get to the whole body, not hampered by anything but whatever limits you yourself choose to set.”
“That sounds like it could be……..interesting,” she said, finally finding a word, sighing as I began to work the pressure points on the outside of her scapula, right up into her armpit. “Do you have many clients who like Total Massage?”
“No,” I replied simply as I gently petrissaged the area I had just been working, delighting in feeling the soft flesh of the side of her breast. “Actually, you’re the first person I’ve ever had that requested a Total Massage the first time. Usually it’s a client that I’ve been working on for quite a long time, where there has been a building of trust. It is a much more personal experience than a basic massage, and that’s pretty personal in its own right,” I explained.
“Would you do a Total Massage to anyone who wanted one,” Joni persisted.
I smiled to myself, recognizing her need to feel special, not ordinary.
“Definitely not,” I replied, beginning to effleurage her rhomboids, pressing as deeply as possible beneath her scapula as I attempted to unstick the fascia that was causing her rib heads to stick and not float freely. “First of all, I have to like the person I’m working on, more than just as a client. Secondly, I have to have a feeling of trust in the person I’m working on.”
“Oh, I guess that’s a compliment,” Joni said as I reached beneath her scapula, using it like a handle as I gently yet firmly pulled upwards, actually lifting her off the table, stretching her rhomboids. I could see her breast swinging free beneath her, I had lifted her so far off the table. Beautiful hard, erect nipple.
“Yes, though actually it’s more a compliment to Denise,” I said. “It was her absolute recommendation of you that got you to the head of the class, so to speak,” I added as I lowered her back down onto the table and began to effleurage the area to smooth it out. “But then, seeing you, how could I possibly resist working on such a beautiful woman!”
“Why, thank you,” Joni said as I began to petrissage the upper trapezius muscles of her shoulder.
“How’s the pressure so far?” I asked as I moved around to the head of the table so that I could do some deep stripping with my thumbs.
“Mmmm, it feels great,” Joni sighed as I finished and moved around the table to the other side. “Could I have a sip of my drink, please?” she asked.
“Sure,” I said, carefully picking it up so that it didn’t slip from my slick fingers.
Joni propped herself up on her elbows as she reached for the drink, completely exposing her exquisite breasts to my gaze as she took a long swallow before handing the drink back to me.
“Mmm, thanks,” she said, laying back down. “I think that you do make the best Margherita I’ve ever tasted.”
“That’s just because I’m the only person who serves it with a massage,” I laughed, starting once again on the other side of her back.
She laughed, then there was a nice long spell of silence as I worked the other half of her back in the same manner. By the time I had finished, her pale freckled skin was flushed a bright red, a good sign. Finishing up her back, I pulled the towel up to cover it, gently running my hands over the towel, making nice to her back which I had just intensely worked on.
Moving down to her legs, I rolled the towel over to expose a leg and ass cheek, letting the towel lay just to the other side of midline. Joni was laying with her knees and ankles pressed together, so I gently slipped a hand between her knees, pulling her leg towards me as far as possible without it slipping off the table.
Now I could clearly see her pussy, as smooth as the day she was born, her inner lips prominently curling out from between her outer ones, confirming my observation of her feet earlier. Her clit was fat, just peeking out from between the folds of her pussy. Above her pussy the star-shaped pucker of her rosebud winked invitingly.
Rubbing some creme between my hands, I slowly and gently applied it to her leg, starting at her lower calf and continuing up to the top of her thigh, then gliding up over her ass cheek, never varying the pressure. Joni lay passively as I continued to spread the creme evenly over her leg, making sure to coat both the outside as well as the inside of her thigh, right up to the point where it joined her body. I could see her pussy starting to glisten with moisture.