"Is there any way you can see me this afternoon? I really need to get in," I pleaded into my phone.

"Well," the receptionist pondered and then suggested, "If you are ok with only athirty minute session, then we can squeeze you in at 2:30. Will that be alright, Miss?"

"I'll be there!" I said, and snapped my cell phone shut.

"Jessie, I'm so sorry, but I have to cut our lunch short. I need to run home and shower before my massage. I'm aching everywhere. Please forgive me?" I begged of my bestbest of 22 years.

"Of course Jayce. We'll do it again on.." she glanced at the date on her Blackberry.. "Friday. Noon."

"I'll be there!" This was quickly becoming my signature phrase. I dropped a 20 on the bistro table to cover our drinks and we exchanged quick kisses on each other's cheeks before sailing off in opposite directions.

My baby sped me home as quickly as her wheels would allow - this candy apple red G35 was a gift from my grandfather and I cherished it with my life. She'd seen me thru good times and bad. She'd let me abuse her and she never put up a fight. She would stick with me until the end.

I sailed to the upstairs level of my loft and made a bee-line to the shower, quickly opening the hot and cold water valves. I adjusted them to the same places I always did. I didn't even have to test the water. I knew the precise placement for the perfect temperature.

After taking one step into the steaming plume, my phone began to buzz. DAMN! I ran to the counter where I'd left my keys and phone and glanced at the screen. The ringing had stopped. 1 missed call from "Beth" 1:45. ONE FORTY FIVE?!? SHIT! I'll call her back later! I flew to the shower and smothered myself with lemongrass-scented bodywash even before I could moisten my body with water. Rubbing my arms first, I worked up to my face and head. Down my neck to my shoulders. Slipping down my breasts, paying extra attention to my nipples. Slid my fingers over my lower ribs to my navel, tickling my belly ring as I passed it. Across my waist around to my butt cheeks, lightly caressing them in my hands. Reaching around front to my inner thighs, bubbles trickled from between my fingers. Up to my outer labia, across the smoothly waxed pubic bone. The warm water flowed down my body and licked my skin thirstily. My fingers slid in between my lips and tiptoed across my clit. My hands went down my thighs, over my knees and around my calves. With a quick rinse, I grabbed the navy blue towel hanging over the shower door and patted dry. A swift glance at my phone told me that 2:30 was only half an hour away now. I threw on the thong and gym pants that were placed on my nightstand and grabbed a t-shirt from the top drawer. My keys and phone were the last items I reached for and I skipped every other stair rushing down to my car. It was certain that traffic would be a nightmare.

Rushing inside to the front desk, the receptionist greeted me with a smile, a robe and a reminder, "You're here now. Calm yourself, relax your body. It'll only hurt worse if you don't." I obeyed.

I proceeded to the changing area and did the regular thing: de-clothed myself except for bra and panties.... ah, the bra. I conveniently forgot to don that article of clothing didn't I? Hmm, no biggie. I would't need it long anyway. Looking down at my hard pink nipples, I slid the robe around and enveloped my body. The white fuzz tickled my nipples happily. These breasts were perfectly round and were very perky, almost like porch lights that were always switched on - always ready to greet you.

Passing through the changing room and into the 'Selection Area', I chose lavender as the scent of massage oil for today's session. I advanced into the massage room and placed the bottle on the counter next to the plate of hot moon rocks and bundle of white hand towels. The ceiling was a baby blue sky, perfectly painted with puffy white clouds. And there was music playing..the sweet sound of ocean waves rolling in the breeze. "Mmmm..." I proceeded to the massage table that was covered with a sterile white sheet that looked inviting only because I knew the bliss that this place would soon bring me. The robe dropped to the floor and I laid face down on the table wearing only my pink thong.

"Hello Jayce," the all-too-familiar voice called to me as it entered the room. A shiver shot down my spine. "You've been gone far too long. Why haven't you come to see me sooner?" Edward, the magnificent masseur, a tall, black haired burly man of 31, with golden tanned skin and muscular bulges covering his body, touched his warm hands to the knots on my shoulders, as if he knew exactly where they were because he'd placed them there. "You're knotted and fatigued. You mustn't put our treatments off this long," he reminded me. I moaned in agreement, already on my way to relaxation. A quick pump and squeak of a bottle was heard. His steps came closer and he started at my neck.

The warm fingertips glided in smooth circles along my hairline. Oil dripped down my skin. The fingers made their way over my shoulders and down to the triceps. They made their way back up to my neck, with a quick twist beneath my ears.. "Oh!" I gasped, and my back tingled with unknown excitement. "I knew you'd like that," he said. "It's a new technique."

His abdomen was flush with my head and I could feel the muscles surge as he clenched his fingers on the area between my neck and shoulders. So good it felt.

Was he wearing a shirt? Who knows..who cares?

He shuffled to my side and his hands creeped down my back, squeezing between my shoulder blades. He was fondling my muscles, easing them into complete submission. They were icing within his grip, melting with each squeeze. Small circles followed by big circles were all over my back as the mini-mallets glided towards my bottom. He pulled his hands on either side of the small of my back, rubbing down to my hips and back up. "Mmm..." I moaned.

Edward's hands slid over my mounds with no shame. He smoothed more oil onto my skin and his thumbs made tiny quivers on the centers of my cheeks, working his way to the lower part of each. I was completely relaxed now. My mind wandered to its usual state of erotica as his masculine hands started on the outside of my thighs and worked their way in, lightly frisking my now heated pussy through my panties. This was maddening. Each time his hands came back up from inside my thighs, i could feel a finger probing the parts of my lips that protruded from my thong. With every swipe, his fingers reached more inside the thong, but never touching my sweet, tender fruit.

"Oh take me already," I screamed in my head. But I knew better. He would keep me in angst my entire length of stay on this table.

Positioning himself at my feet, his hands swept down to behind my knees and over my calves. This was one of my favorite spots and he always paid special attention here. Down to my ankles and around the balls of my feet his smooth, oily skin slid. His fingers wound between my toes and I felt a gush of juice extrude from my pussy. Why did this always feel so good?

"Over, please," he spoke. I listened. He was at the counter, squirting more oil into his hands. Did he know the vast amount of feelings he could evoke with those two hands?

My head fell back onto the small pillow and I closed my eyes, trying to release some of the sexual tension he was causing me.

Immediately I felt his fingers between my toes, or rather, my pussy felt it. My body jolted and my thighs cinched tightly together. Surely this gave me away. Edward merely smiled and waited relaxation to set in again. I desperately pushed the thought out of my mind of raising up, squirming to the end of the table, pulling down his windpants andswallowing his manhood.

My legs were jelly once again and he continued. Up my feet and pausing at my ankles. There was a pressure point here I like to think he used on only me. I smiled as he wound his index fingers around my ankle bones and goosebumps ran up my legs. I'm sure he saw this.

It could only get hotter from this point, I was sure.

Edward molded his hands to the shapes of my legs. They slid North, stopping here and there on a tough spot. He never failed to liberate each one. The oily pads of his fingers smoothed over my knees and up on my thighs. He squeezed and released, pushed inward and circled, slowly releasing sore tension. A sweat was breaking out on my forehead. This man was getting close.

He walked his index and middle finger up the center of my thighs to my hip bones and danced there for a second, causing my hips to thrust upward. Embarrased with my reaction, I covered my face and giggled. "Shhhh..." he whispered. And his two tiny dancers on the left slipped beneath the strap of my thong and slid from that hip to the other, leaving a wake of excitement behind it. My clit throbbed under the fabric. His fingers moved South a little and slid back to the original hip while my clit screamed with exhilaration. With both hands on my hips now, he pulled my thong down, it clung to my wet pussy, and he left it at my knees. My back bowed as I clenched my eyes shut, imagining us lying on a beach in Bermuda with the scent of sweet coconuts all around and sensuously kissing each other.

His left hand reached up and caressed my breast, while his right hand made its way back up my thigh. The fingers smoothed over my nipples which stood at attention for him. A thumb drifted over a nipple, then squeezed it between his index and middle finger. My nipple suddenly felt cold. Did he lick it? Oh yes he did!! My body quivered. His right hand reached the top of my thigh and delicately prodded my outer labia. With one finger positioned on each lip, he pressed his fingers together. The pressure on my clit was enough to cause my eruption right then. He repeated this several times while twisting my nipples. My head was spinning with excitement..how much longer? I couldn't take much more of this.

Finally I felt the touch I'd been waiting for when his finger slipped in between my lips and over my clit. Ah! My pelvis flinched.

My eyes peeked open, only to find that he was smiling down at my hairless kitten. With plenty attention having been given to my breasts, he now held my lips open with his left hand and massaged my clit with his right. His three middle fingers flickered over my clit, left and right, left and right. My insides burned, and I bit down on my lower lip. The fingers slid down over my core and dipped inside, slowly gathering my juices. Edward raised his hand to his face and it lingered there for several moments. His nostrils were flaring with scentsual pleasure. I glanced down and saw that his dick was bulging inside his pants. "I should tear them off now!" I silently suggested. Dirty nasty thoughts of exchanging juices raced through my mind, and I couldn't pause on one long enough to act on it! The fiery sensation increased to tightening when his fingers dove inside me. "Yessss!" I cried. His left hand was sailing around my clit, over and over, never stopping. The right fingers were discovering my insides, delighting them with sheer pleasure while they probed. Sweat was dripping down Edwards face. I stuffed my fist into my mouth, trying to keep quiet. Seeing him sweat at the sight of me made me come to life. It was coming, it was near, I could feel it. Then I wondered, could he cum without being touched?

The fingers continued to tickle my clit and he glanced at my face, feeling triumphant while I writhed beneath him. Inside he'd found my g-spot. My legs were trembling and my arms were bent over my chest, locked. The cramps in my feet were mind-bending. He was a god.

My fist was breaking under my bite. He made small, quick circles inside me as mymy gave in to him. He circled and tickled and circled harder. The spinning was killing me. I was going to break; I would lose it at any moment. Edward orbited two fingers over my g-spot now. I would have to scream as I died. My clit shrieked under the pressure of his massage. "Must... break... free..." I was thinking. He must have read my mind because what happened next nearly caused my death. He whispered "Relax my love," and he bent down to suckle on my clit, pulling the tender flesh completely into his hot, steaming mouth. At that very moment he moaned loudly and the ocean erupted from my body. Waves of vibrant power sailed down my chest, pierced through my stomach, and spewed from my pussy. The fluid expelled from my lips and my thighs closed violently around his hand. "Don't stop yet," I pleaded through gritted teeth. "I won't," he reassured me.

His g-spot massaging slowed slightly and the extreme bouts of strain and release eased up. My clit was a throbbing nob and his saliva dripped down one side of my core. He spread my legs carefully and dipped his tongue into me, tasting the very juice of my existence. This was his reward for a job well done. He licked up one of my inner lips and then the other. They were swollen with delight.His mouth dribbled with my juices. Edward lookedat me, gave a quick wink, and kissed my clit with gentle lips.