Jessica sat in the waiting room and winced as she felt her back go into spasm once more. At 32 she was loving her career as a marketing manager, but the desk work had caused her to suffer considerable back pain for a while now and her company had referred her to this clinic.
A door opened and a handsome turkish masseur, well-defined physiotherapist in his late 20s appeared and called Jessica over. He introduced himself as Aydın, shook her hand and led her down a corridor. Jessica had been single for a couple of years now and her eyes were automatically drawn to the Turkish Masseur’s cute bum which was complimented by tight white trousers. She had the briefest fantasy of grabbing those firm cheeks before the Turkish Masseur opened the door to his room and the consultation began.
Turkish Masseur ran through a series of questions about Jessica’s workplace lifestyle, focusing on her posture, how many breaks she took and so on. As Turkish Masseur explained the importance of good posture while working at a desk, covering keyboard position, screen height and other items, Jessica studied his brown eyes, perfect hairline and full lips. She allowed herself another brief fantasy of a firm kiss, turkish masseur’s strong hands running through her hair, before jolting back to reality.
Turkish Masseur suggested that an intensive massage would ease Jessica’s immediate pain, which, followed by improving her posture at work, would fix things long term.
Turkish Masseur pointed Jessica to a changing area and asked her to strip to her knickers and put on a robe. Jessica cursed herself for not wearing more flattering underwear as she surveyed the floral pattern on her ‘comfort’ briefs. She lay face down on the masseur’s table and the Turkish Masseur gently removed the robe before pumping massage oil into his hands from a large dispenser.
Turkish Masseur began to work Jessica’s muscles with powerful yet skilled hands, locating the knots and working them out as she felt a painful yet strangely satisfying aching sensation. Working from her shoulders down to her lower back, the Turkish Masseur took his time, stopping occasionally to get more oil.
Once the Turkish Masseur had reached the base of Jessica’s back, he seemed to pause and consider something. Jessica waited for a signal that the Turkish Masseur was finished, before she was surprised to feel his hands on her thighs, working the oil up and down her slender legs. Jessica felt that familiar, gorgeous twinge between her legs as Turkish Masseur fingers raked up the inside of her thighs, beginning at her knees and stopping agonizingly close to where it felt best.
Barely able to believe what was happening, yet not wanting it to stop, Jessica parted her legs, inviting the Turkish Masseur to continue. She felt the warmth from her vulva radiate against her thighs as Turkish Masseur continued this teasing, reaching the gusset of her knickers with each pass before moving away again.
As Jessica’s hips instinctively moved forward against the table, Turkish Masseur said “Turn over.” Jessica rolled herself onto her back, her whole body ablaze with anticipation.
The Turkish Masseur stood behind Jessica, reached forward and began to rub oil into her firm, perky breasts. He allowed her nipples to run between his fingers, expertly squeezing them with each pass. Going from every angle, he massaged Jessica’s breasts until her tingling nipples stood firm.
Without speaking, Turkish Masseur pulled Jessica’s knickers down with both hands, the damp material clinging to Jessica’s labia momentarily before coming free. As he slid the panties down her legs, Jessica noticed the odour of her arousal being released; that sexy, musky smell she was so familiar with. Jessica, sensing that her moist pubes were plastered to her lips, trembled with expectation.
The Turkish Masseur stood at Jessica’s side, parted her legs and ran a finger delicately from the bottom of her glistening labia up to her swollen, aching clit. For the first time Jessica let out a gasp as Turkish Masseur finally touched her there, her mouth agape as he continued to barely glance at her folds with those skilled fingers. She glanced at the Turkish Masseur’s crotch, following the outline of his bulging erection down the leg of his tight trousers.
The next thing Jessica felt was two of turkish masseur’s fingers entering her, sliding into her soaking sex with ease. The deliciousness of being penetrated caused Jessica to cry out and throw her head back, before the Turkish masseur placed the first two fingers of his other hand on her clit.
Turkish Masseur began a rhythmic circling motion on Jessica’s hard, protruding clit, her wetness allowing a slick, smooth sensation that increased her arousal further still.
Breathing in short, sharp gasps, Jessica felt her climax building between her legs as turkish masseur combined his steady clitoral action with the long, slow, gliding motion of his other hand.
Jessica’s brow furrowed, her legs began to twitch and then it arrived, a long, intense orgasm that radiated down her legs and up into her stomach. She let out a huge grunt of pleasure as Turkish masseur maintained his steady pace, waves of pleasure running through her. As the aftershocks of her climax began to subside, turkish masseur fingers slowed to a stop with perfect timing.
Jessica let out a final moan as turkish masseur slid his fingers out of her engorged vulva. “OK, if you’d like to get dressed now,” he said, with a tone so controlled that Jessica would have sworn she’d imagined what had just happened if it wasn’t for her still-shaking legs and the knot throbbing between her legs.
Jessica hurriedly changed and headed for the door, stealing a glance at the Turkish masseur as she left. He was hunched over some paperwork and didn’t say a word.