Cost of Living Crisis pt 1

Cost of living was taking its toll and the pay check wasn’t going as far as it once had, having been separated for the past few years I had no partner to fall back on to help with the bills so I was starting to get a bit stressed on where to find some extra money.

Having been a Chiropractor for the past 20 years I had learnt a thing or two about relaxation and massage techniques so I thought I’d try to find some extra work by offering at home massages.

I made up some ads and listed them online. To my surprise there was some early responses and I had made a few bookings. As my first booking was getting closer I made contact with the client about massage oil/cream preferences and got the portable massage table ready. I had very little information about the client, she had booked through Marketplace but had a locked profile, her name “Carly" was the only information I had, her profile picture was unremarkable, one of those profile pictures that you can’t really identify the person just a stranger standing overlooking a beach.

I got to Carly’s house 15 minutes early as I didn’t want to be late and make a bad first impression, parked out the front I must admit I was a bit nervous, what if this is a set up, what if nobody is home, what if Carly is actually a Carl.

Sitting in the car with all these thoughts running through my head, I received a message it was Carly, she said Michael if thats you parked out front you are more than welcome to come up, I’m ready, no point waiting in the car.

As I got to the front door and placed my table down to knock on the door I was greeted by Carly. Instantly I turned bright red I could feel my face getting flushed and beads of sweat forming on my palms. Carly was a patient of mine at my Chiropractic Clinic, how did this happen I thought, how embarrassing to be moonlighting as a massage therapist and to come across a patient. She didn’t seem to be bothered by seeing me and instantly invited me in. As she led me through the house to her back lounge room, I asked her if this was at all awkward being that I had treated her previously, she replied by saying thats exactly why she booked me. Still embarrassed I wasn’t really thinking clearly and not recognising the clues that Carly was putting out there.

I explained I would need a minute or two to set up and she said she would go and get changed for the massage. I set the table up and got out some fresh white towels and the oil Carly had requested and sat and waited, it felt like forever but was probably only 5 minutes.

Carly came into the room, wearing a rather large dressing gown it was one of those hotel style gowns practical definitely nothing alluring or captivating about it. Every time I had seen Carly in the practice she was always in professional work clothes, so seeing her in a dressing gown was something new to me and at this moment I looked Carly up and down like I never had done before and realised just how attractive she was. In her mind 40s with shoulder length light brown hair she wasn’t wearing any make up and a physique wear you can tell she works out but not so much that she looks athletic. I started to feel something for Carly I never had before I instantly became attracted to her.

Now I had to try to form some words to let Carly know I was ready to start her massage. I mumbled my words but she understood I was going to step out of the room whilst she lay down on the table. I told her to lay on her tummy and to cover herself with the towel Id placed on the massage table. Once she was comfortable to let me know and I would return. Once out of the room I started re running all my previous interactions with Carly through my head and trying to figure out how I ended up in this predicament. "Im ready Michael” were the words I heard that broke the silence and I walked back in to start the massage.

Laying on the table on her tummy Carly had covered herself with the towel in a manner I wasn’t really expecting, instead of the towel running length ways up and down her she had folded it in half and lay it from the small of her lower back, over her buttocks and to half way down her thighs. She was laying there considerably more exposed than I had expected. I asked Carly where she would like the massage to begin shoulders or lower legs and she requested legs. I placed the first few drops of oil on Carly's calf muscle to which she instantly flinched, “ohh its a bit cooler than I was expecting she said” after apologising for the cold massage oil I starting massaging. First the left leg, nice long sweeps left hand and right hand travelling up Carly's leg from her heel to the back of her knee, her skin was so smooth I could of easily glided my hands without the oil, but the oil gave her skin a glean that made her even more attractive, each swipe of my hands up her legs I could feel myself getting more and more aroused.

Moving to the right leg again the drops of oil made her flinch, this time though it wasn’t just her leg that twitched in reaction to the cold oil her whole lower body gave a jolt and her arse lifted ever so slightly off the table that it caused her towel to partly slip, I asked her if she wanted me to fix the towel to which she replied that she would do it, now instead of just straitening the towel Carly reached back with both hands grabbed the towel and dragged it higher up towards her back.

Standing at the foot of the table I was now looking up Carly's long tanned legs and looking at a towel that whilst it was covering her buttocks it was not providing her any coverage between her thighs. Slowly as my eyes wandered up her legs I noticed she wasn’t wearing any underwear, Once again my hands started massaging up her lower leg, trying to keep my gaze on her lower leg was almost impossible I couldn’t help myself from starring up at her pussy, it was completely smooth, the lips of her pussy were bigger than I was used to seeing and they were pressed together.

As I finished up with her right lower leg I asked Carly if shed like a foot massage or me to move to her upper legs and thighs next, without hesitation she said feet but did mention she might me a bit ticklish. As I placed a few drops of oil on her heel she once again wriggled to the cold sensation of the oil, this wriggle though spread her legs further apart, massaging her feet and now looking up her legs I was captivated. The beautiful pinks lips of her pussy were slowly peeling themselves apart, every sweep of my hand up and down her foot, caused her pussy to continue to open like a flower blooming. As her lips started opening you could see the unmistakable glean of pussy that is wet. I was now totally fixated with Carly and every touch of my hands on her skin was making me harder and harder, the energy from my hands was transferring into her body too, I could feel the tension disappearing from her and the sounds of her breathing were becoming much shorter.

I had to regain my train of thoughts as I started talking to Carly about the next phase of the massage, her upper thighs. I told her that I will massage up where the towel is, I won’t massage past the towel so she can reposition it so that she is comfortable. Carly said "no worries” once again she reached back to grab the towel, her lower back arching, her head turning back to look at me and to see where I was standing. At this point I was nervous, would she realise how exposed she’d become, would she get mad at me for not letting her know how exposed she was. But to my absolute shock she grabbed the towel and dropped it to the floor. Trying to find my words, I asked does this mean you’d like me to continue the massage up to your buttocks. Carly replied in a rather bubbly and cheeky fashion that she would rather I massage her arse not her buttocks.

This time I dribbled the oil up the back of Carly’s thigh a bit more liberally than I had done previously, to which she gave a very alluring moan, and once again raised her arse in the air. Sweeping my hands up Carly’s thighs was one of the most intense moments I've had. The feeling of my hands on her skin was like nothing I had ever felt, each sweep of my hands was going slightly higher up her leg towards her arse. Each sweep up her leg I paused at the top, my fingers sweeping millimetres from her glistening pussy. Each sweep her body responded with her lower back arching a little more and her arse raising a little higher.

As I dribbled the oil across her arse I made sure to allow some to pool and run down between her arse cheeks. This time there was no reaction to the coldness of the oil, just a long deep moan, I watched in what felt like slow motion as the beads of oil made their way over Carly’s perfect little arsehole and down across her open pussy lips. She was now raising her arse higher off the table, her legs were spread, I couldn’t have had a better sight, my hands were massaging one arse cheek each, my thumb was starting from as close as I could get it too her arsehole without actually touching it and working out towards her hips. I could feel my grip getting tighter and tighter as I massaged her arse. At this point in time all I could think off was burying my face between her legs and how amazing it would be to have my tongue lapping away at her perfect arse and gleaming pussy.

To be Continued