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WARNINGS: This story depicts consensual sexual
activity between men and women, or women and women. No
testing on animals was involved in the production of
this story. Some of the participants in the story may
be under the age of 18. If you live in a backward
society, like the United States or Afghanistan, in
which it is illegal for you to know about sex or read
sexual materials immediately delete this from your
computer and scourge yourself with a whip for having
any sexual thoughts. If you are under the age of 18
please continue to pretend you don't know about sex
and continue to get each other pregnant in increasing
numbers so that we have more young single mothers
raising children. Don't learn about safe sex or
contraception as these are tools of the devil. Please
do not masturbate while reading this story in public
places as this can excite the authorities into rash
conduct and result in grave consequences for you.

                  A Russian Massage

(MF)

I was lying on the massage table, a small towel across
my butt, enjoying the anticipation of a massage. It is
a special pampered feeling. I have to admit that part
of the pleasure of a nice massage is knowing you are
buck-naked, except the little towel, and a beautiful
woman is running her hands all over you. Well, not ALL
over. This was a therapeutic massage so one area
remains off limits.  But I'd be lying if I didn't
admit there is a little guilty pleasure in it when she
runs her hands over the cheek of my butt or when her
hands move up my thigh always stopping just short of
where you'd really like her hands to stop.  But mostly
I like a massage because I feel relaxed, soothed and
energized at the end.

A knock and Larisa entered. "Ready for massage?"

I looked over, "Yes," smiling. I admired her as she
walked across the room. She was wearing black slacks
and black shoes, a nice white sweater and a small gold
necklace. Medium height, medium build and a round
Slavic face under short blond hair marked her as
Ukrainian or Byelorussian. Of course, her accent had
already helped me figure that out. Many Russians had
moved into the area fleeing the disintegration of the
Soviet Union. With no job skills, limited English, and
an education from the former Soviet Union many Russian
women had little choice but to work where ever they
could. One of the ladies had a Master's degree and had
taught in a Russian University. But it didn't mean
jack over here. I had been a regular customer for a
while and while always maintaining a professional
relationship I had been able to build a little rapport
with her. I even brought her flowers last visit.

I was her last appointment of the day at 7 p.m. She
looked a little tired and I thought the smile was
forced. I realized she had probably been working since
nine this morning. A long day. I rose up on my elbows
and said, "You look tired."

She smiled, "Yes. It has been a long day. Many people
today."

"I think I should give you a massage," I said
jokingly. 

A look crossed her face that seemed to say, 'Oh God
wouldn't it be wonderful to be the one getting
pampered.' "No. We could not do that."

I had said it as a jest but her look changed my mind.
"Yes. We could do that. And I give a very good foot
massage. It's the best. Tell me the truth. Wouldn't
your feet like a massage?" I could almost see her
thinking, Oh yes, please massage my feet. The longing
look was written boldly across her face. She started
to shake her head no. But I wrapped the towel around
me and bounced off the massage table. 

I handed her another towel and said, "You get ready. I
will give you a massage this time." 

Again she started to protest but I just smiled and
looked into her eyes. I shook my head, "Pravda. You
want your feet massaged."

She smiled at the Russian. "Pravda. It would be very
good."

The room had a small restroom and I went in there. I
waited a while and heard from the other room, "Ready."
I went out and Larisa was face down on the table with
the towel draped across her butt. Her head was resting
on her hands. I could see where her breast was pressed
against the table. It was just a small extra roundness
in the line of her body meeting the table, but it made
the moment erotic because it was just the suggestion
of her breast. It enticed me. I pulled my eyes away
and tried to shake the image from my mind.

Grabbing the massage oil I rubbed it in my hands to
warm it and started on her back. Alternating slow long
moves along her back with shorter deeper motions to
get the tension released from the muscles I moved up
and down and then over her neck. I could feel her
relax under my hands. I moved around to the other side
and nearly lost the towel. I pulled it up and retied
it around my waist. 

I moved down and started on her legs and feet. I do
give a good foot massage, spending time on each toe
and working the stress of high heels out. She was
groaning in pleasure before I was done.  As I walked
around the bottom of the table I lost the towel
entirely. Luckily, her head was facing the other way.
I grabbed it and made sure it was secure this time. I
moved up over her butt and her back. Of course right
as I got to her head level the towel slipped again. I
made a stab for it but it was quicker and fell
completely off. Larisa's eyes opened wide, as she was
inches from my now exposed loins.

"Oh very nice," she said. Embarrassed and bare-assed I
reached for the towel. "No. You should finish massage
like this."

"What?" I asked.

"You should finish massage like this," she said.

"You don't massage me like this." I countered.

"Maybe next time I do." I wasn't sure if she was
serious but my head was spinning. Maybe she was. I
looked at the towel but decided to throw caution to
the wind. Maybe she really would reciprocate. I
started the massage again. She watched me closely. I
felt a little swelling in my loins but tried to keep
my mind off my penis. I was partly successful; it
stayed semi-tumescent. As I moved around her head
moved with me. Germaine Greer wrote, "Men ought to be
more conscious of their bodies as an object of
delight." Maybe she was right. Larisa sure seemed to
be enjoying having a nude man pamper her. I relaxed
and was soon absorbed in the massage. 

I moved down to her legs. This time when I started on
her thighs I felt them move apart a little. It gave me
access to the inside of her thighs. As I moved north
they continued to separate until my hand was brushing
the apex of her thighs. I moved lower and then back.
As my hand again brushed against her sex I waited for
a protest. When none came my mind started to follow
more erotic paths. I felt my cock rise. Larisa was
still watching me intently and commented, "Something
make you happy."

I smiled, "Yes, you're making me happy." I was unsure
how far this would go but how I wanted to see. "Would
you like to turn over?"

"Yes. You massage my front?"

"Yes."

She raised up on her elbows and turned over. As she
turned over the towel continued covering her but
twisted and almost became revealing. Its state of
dishabille sent erotic shivers through my body. I
could feel the tingling in my belly from the
anticipation of what might follow. My eyes were fixed
on her breasts. They were shapely but not overly large
with small light colored areolas and small nipples. I
tore my eyes away so I could try to finish the
massage. 

I started on her temples and cheeks working down to
her neck. She relaxed and let her eyes close. Some of
the erotic tension evaporated and I was no longer so
sure what was in store. My swelling subsided and I
concentrated again on giving her a pleasant time. As I
worked down to her shoulders her eyes opened. "Oh, you
are no longer happy?"

"Yes I'm still happy. Are you happy? Am I doing a good
job?"

"Hmm, yes." She followed me with her eyes again. I
worked her arms and then back up to her chest. As my
hands approached her breasts I saw her nipples crinkle
and become erect. She arched her back just a little
moving her breasts toward my hands. I massaged closer
and closer waiting for her to indicate in some way I
was stepping over a boundary. My hands reached the
swelling and I massaged her breasts directly and
circled around her nipples. Excited again I felt
myself swelling. Larisa noticed as well. "Now we are
both happy, yes?"

I digested that. Both happy. Yes. I smiled, "Yes, very
happy." I ran my fingers around her areolas. Her
nipples crinkled and tightened. I took her nipple
between my thumb and finger and gently pinched it. She
moaned softly. I leaned over and licked around one
nipple and then took it into my mouth. She put her
hand on the back of my neck and held me against her
breast. I sucked and licked her. I let my hand trail
down across her belly. I felt her tremble a little
under my hand but she said nothing. My hand slipped
under the towel and felt the forest covering her
pudenda. My finger found her labia and I rubbed along
her lips. With my fingers near the top of her pussy I
put fingers on both sides and massaged her clitoris
with the lips. Larisa moaned softly as I started the
gentle massage on her clitoris.

Larisa's eyes were closed and her head lolled back
turned slightly to one side. I lifted the towel and
tossed it aside. She was a natural blonde. Releasing
her nipple I moved around until my face was just above
her pussy. Larisa opened her eyes. "What are you
doing?"

"I am going to make you feel good." 

She looked surprised and uncertain as I lowered my
head. "What are you doing?" My tongue came out and
lapped along her labia. I slipped it between them and
found her sensitive nubbin. There was a sharp gasp of
air as I hit her pleasure spot. I licked some more and
then lay between her legs. Larisa lifted her head, "No
one do this before."

I looked up, "Good. I will make you feel wonderful."
Lapping and licking and sucking on her pussy was
intoxicating. Her pussy was sopping from her natural
juices and my oral ministrations. Her hips bucked
against my mouth as I sucked and licked at the same
time on her clitoris.

I was lost in the pleasure of pleasuring a beautiful
woman when I heard, "Please." I looked up and Larisa
was looking at me, her face a mask of lust and desire.
"Please, come here." I moved up over her. As I did she
reached between us and took my cock guiding it to her
opening. In one smooth motion my cock found her
opening and slid in. She was so wet that there was no
resistance at all as I lanced into her. She wrapped
her arms around my neck and pulled me to her until our
bodies were touching from thigh to lips and everywhere
in between.

I started a nice slow in and out but Larisa was having
none of that. She didn't need warming up. Her body was
insistent and urged me on to greater effort. We bucked
together -- our loins meeting. Slapping! Mashing!! I
worked to keep up with her in her abandon. I felt my
legs start to cramp up from the exertions. Larisa was
moaning, her voice rising in pitch and volume. A flush
bloomed on her neck and chest and I felt her nails dig
into my neck as she climaxed. Watching, feeling her
climax sent me over the edge and started the
contractions deep within. The relief was tremendous as
all the built up tension in my body was released in
several jolts. As the last tremors of climax went
through me I came to a rest on Larisa. Her arms were
still around me but lay limply. She still moved under
me but in slow gentle rockings. Her eyes opened and we
kissed. Her face was full of affection, satiation and
what looked to be gratitude. 

She pulled my head back for a kiss and said, "That was
very good massage."

I smiled and turned us on our sides. We lay like that,
her hand gently stroking my chest while I stroked her
thigh resting on me. I kissed her and then said, "I
liked giving you a massage."

Larisa rested her hand on my chest, "No one do that
before. Kiss me there. Russian men will not do."

"Did you like it?"

"Very yes. It made me, oh, I say feel sexy. Yes, you
do this and I want you very much." Larisa said with a
bemused smile. "I think I am a bad girl. I should not
let you do this."

"I like bad girls. I like you."

She kissed me and put her head on my arm. I lay
contented thinking about the funny ways of life. I
never expected something like this would happen.

Larisa looked over my shoulder, "Oh it is past hour.
We must get up." She rolled over and ran into the
restroom. I heard water running. I stretched and
started to put on my clothes. Larisa came out when I
was half dressed. I watched her cross the room to her
clothes. No wonder artists have spent entire careers
trying to capture a woman's beauty on canvas. I drank
in the sights: every curve, the way her body moved as
she walked, the swelling of her breasts, the way her
hands moved and as she went by the wonderful globes of
her ass bouncing with each step. 

She pulled on her clothes as I finished dressing. I
waited for her to finish. When she had finished, she
looked up. She smiled and then looked away. As she
turned back to me I saw a blush on her cheeks. "I
think next time maybe you should not massage me." My
face fell.  "I like. But maybe it is good I massage
you. You understand?"

I wasn't sure I did. I wasn't sure if it was language
barrier or me but I wasn't sure what she meant. Did
she want to *massage* me or massage me? I thought
about asking but decided that it would be best to let
it go for now. I would know next week when I came in
for a massage. "Yes. I'll see you again." I kissed her
on the cheek, which caused another blush, and she
quickly led me out. 

When I returned the following week Larisa was behind
the counter with the other therapist, Natalia. I
smiled at Larisa and she returned the smile.
'Wonderful,' I thought. I had been worried that there
would be something wrong when I came in. Natalia stood
up and started to walk back to the massage rooms. She
looked at me and said, "Come."

I looked at Larisa, confused. She said, "Natalia give
massage today." I stood rooted not understanding. She
saw that I was confused. "Please, go with Natalia
today. She will give very good massage." Natalia was
waiting and I realized that there was nothing I could
say in front of her. I wanted desperately to talk with
Larisa but it had to be alone. Maybe after the
massage.

I followed Natalia to one of the massage rooms. She
shut the door behind us and went over to the table and
started to get set up. I waited for her to leave so I
could get undressed. She looked at me, "Please get
ready."

Now I was really confused. The girl always leaves
while you disrobe. She just looked at me and then
repeated, "Please..." I kind of put things on
automatic as my mind continued to spin. I took off my
tie and shirt and hung them up as she got the oil out
and started it warming. She glanced over. I sat and
took off my shoes and socks. I stood now only wearing
my slacks. She glanced over again. When I hesitated
she said, "Larisa tell me you give a very good
massage. I never had this massage. She said it is very
good."

She crossed over to where I was standing. "Would you
give this massage to me?" Like a flash it hit me.
Larisa told Natalia what happened last week. Natalia
watched my face. "You do not mind if Larisa tell me?"

"I'm just surprised."

"Yes. But women talk about sex too. Not only men talk.
And she know that I never have this massage so she
tell me what it is like. It make me very envy that she
has this and I never do. I knew she has no Russian
boyfriend so I make her tell me who she has to do
this. So, you give me massage?"

She was standing right in front of me. What's a man to
do? A wise man cooperates with the inevitable. I
sensed that I didn't need to go through the pretense
of a massage. I reached out and put my hand on her
cheek and led her lips to mine. The kiss became more
passionate and I pulled her against me. As I did I
felt her hands between us. She was working on my belt.
I stepped back and she pulled the belt off. My pants
followed. 

I smiled, "If I am going to massage you, you need to
be ready." I reached for her sweater and she helped
pull it off. She undid her bra and her skirt followed.
She was wearing knee high black leather boots and I
half considered asking her to leave them on. Some kink
might be ok. But I didn't know if she was a cowgirl.
I'd hate to have her digging those heels into my ass
as we went at it. I knelt and unzipped them. 

Now we were both as nature intended us. I led her to
the table and had her lie down. I lie next to her and
we kissed. I let my hand wander down and around,
teasing her. Then I let it touch her breast and move
away. Soon I had her breast in my hand. I massaged her
nipple and breast and she moaned into my mouth.

I licked down to her breast and took it into my mouth
continuing to suck and lick at her nipple as it became
hard in my mouth. I moved over to her other breast and
did the same. Her hands were grabbing at the towel we
were lying on as I continued playing with her nipples.
Natalia started to push her pelvis up at me. She was
eager. I was going to enjoy pleasuring her.

I ran my tongue across her belly and felt it shudder
under my tongue. It reached the crease where thigh
meets body and I let it slip down the crease toward
her femininity. Right before I reached it I slipped my
tongue down her thigh. Natalia let out a frustrated
moan. I licked back toward her sex but veered away
again. Her butt lifted up and tried to push her sex to
my tongue as it went by.  Once more I moved back
toward her center and as she hunched her hips up I
moved my tongue down until it stabbed into the crease
between her labia.

My tongue moved between her lips and I tasted her sex.
That wonderful aromatic head-spinning taste of aroused
woman. I pushed her legs up and spread her lips. She
was wet with passion already. I lapped from bottom to
top of her cleft concentrating on the button at the
top. Her legs wrapped around my head and pulled me
into her. My tongue continued moving in and out of her
and then around her clitoris. I sucked it into my
mouth massaging the base with my lips while flicking
the tip with my tongue. Natalia was moaning and
bucking against my face. I wanted her to reach a
climax so I inserted a finger into her. The finger
found the spongy mass of her g-spot and I curled my
finger deep in her to massage it while continuing to
flick her clitoris. I felt her stomach muscles ripple
as she fucked her pussy against my face. Her vaginal
muscles were pulling on my finger and I was awash in
her juices. I felt several powerful contractions deep
in her and Natalia moaned rhythmically. I mashed my
tongue against her clitoris as she wrapped her fingers
in my hair and pulled my face against her. I fucked
her with tongue and finger until she fell back gasping
for air. Her pussy was still caressing my finger as I
pulled it out.

I moved up next to her and took her in my arms.
Natalia buried her head in my chest. After a few
minutes she pulled back and looked at me. She pulled
my face to hers and we kissed. She smiled and ran her
hand around my mouth. "You are all wet and taste like
me."

"I like to taste like you. It makes me happy to know
I've pleased you."

"Yes, you pleased me. But you?"

"It's ok." I said. And I actually meant it. It is
almost as much fun to make a woman cum as it is to
cum. All right, I did say almost.

Natalia reached between us and grabbed my cock. It was
still hard. "No. I think it need something." She moved
down until she could take me into her mouth. I was
still wound up and I could tell it wasn't going to
take much to get me over the top. She started to run
her hand up and down in rhythm with her mouth. I could
feel the pressure build rapidly. My hips started to
tremble and I knew I was going to explode. 

"I'm cumming..."

Natalia pulled her head off but increased the pressure
from her hand. That glorious feeling of release and
rapture flooded me as Natalia stroked my cock. I was
soon spent and fell back unable to move from the
intense climax. 

We lay like that for a while. Natalia hopped up and
got a warm cloth, which she used to clean me. Then she
went in and I heard water running. When she returned I
had recovered. I stood. She came over and I enveloped
her in my arms. We kissed. It felt wonderful to have a
nude woman against me. It wasn't sexual, as I had just
emptied all my sexual energy into her, but sensual -
pleasing to the senses.

Natalia looked up at me affection in her face. "Thank
you for massage. It is first time I get such a
massage."

"You're very welcome. I enjoyed giving you a massage.
You also give a wonderful massage."

She smiled, "Yes, you did like. I could tell."

"I did like."

We kissed a last time and then we both dressed. I was
disappointed watching her body slowly disappear
beneath her clothing. I would have liked to stay there
all day worshiping her body, a body that had brought
me so much pleasure.

She took my hand and led me out as I was still
slightly bemused. Larisa was waiting behind the
counter. She looked our way until she saw Natalia's
face and glanced at me. When I caught her eye she
blushed and looked away. Natalia joined her behind the
counter. I stood in the lobby wondering what to say. I
mean what can you say in a circumstance like this?

The girls glanced at each other and giggled. Natalia
said something in Russian to me, which Larisa also
repeated to me. It was Russian to me and I'm sure I
must have looked confused. So Larisa translated for me
with a broad smile. "We can't wait to see you again."



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