Chapter 1

"I gotta sit down. My feet are killing me."

Lauren plopped her shapely ass down on the nearest chair with a gratifying sigh.

"Holy shit, that's great!" she exclaimed.

She slipped off her sandals and pulled up a knee, bringing her foot up to her hands which immediately began to massage.

"Maybe I need to get more comfortable shoes or something," she continued.

Lauren and I had been training new customers, and we'd both been on our feet all day. The trainees had just left, and we hadn't realized how exhausted we were.

I sat down in the chair right across from her. My feet hurt probably as much as Lauren's, and finally being able to sit was a blessing and a relief. Sitting across from Lauren gave me a chance to enjoy looking at her.

I figured Lauren to be about 25 or 26. She had vivid blue eyes, honey blonde hair, and perfectly tanned skin. I couldn't detect much bottle-based color in Lauren's shoulder-length, wavy tresses. She must have been going to the gym because she had a very shapely body, with firmly defined muscles, and no traces of fat. On this day she was wearing a pair of form-fitting slacks which showed off her slender legs and beautifully mounded ass. The size-7 foot she was massaging was slender without visible calluses, toenails painted a pale metallic pink, which was just the right accent to her natural skin pigment.

"Yeah, it's really great to finally be able to sit down. You did really good work today. You understand the material well, and it really showed in your presentation."

Lauren looked up and focused those incredibly blue eyes on me, with those full and sumptuous lips forming instantly into a smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts.

"Thanks. That's very nice of you to say."

I could feel her sincerity.

"Confidence looks very good on you," I continued my well-meant praises.

"Huh?" she looked quizzically at me.

"When someone has a detailed familiarity with the training material, and combines that with a smooth, comfortable style, and an organized presentation, she exudes confidence. And that confidence rubs off on the trainees. They learn the material much more rapidly and thoroughly. You were all of that today -- and more."

Lauren's face lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Wow. That's probably one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me. You did pretty good yourself, you know."

"I've been at it for quite some time. But I think you'll be passing me up in no time."

I really meant everything I said. Not only was Lauren knock-down gorgeous, but she was very smart, and very talented. There's no doubt she was headed for great things in her career. I had to work at it for many years, but Lauren seemed to be a natural.

She brought the other foot up and rested the heel on the edge of the chair as she began to massage it as she had the other.

"I'm told I give pretty good foot massages," I blurted out. It just came to me suddenly to say it, and I did without thinking. Had I thought about it for just a second or two more and I would have probably convinced myself not to mention it at all. And as the words came stumbling from my mouth I wondered if Lauren would think it was as dumb as I thought it was.

But instead Lauren's face took on what I could only perceive as a kind of grateful look, the kind someone gets when they're lifting something awkward and heavy and someone jumps in to help.

"Oh, yes, that would be awfully nice. You sure you wouldn't mind?"

"No. Not at all. It would be my pleasure."

I wheeled my chair closer towards the front of her chair.

"OK, let's have a foot."

She extended a slender foot in my direction, and I grabbed it gently around the instep and set it on the crease between my thighs. Immediately I began to press my thumbs into the bottom of her foot, moving them in circular motions.

"Oh my god, that feels so wonderful." She scooted her butt down in the chair, which pushed her chair back from mine a little. With a sigh she let her head fall onto the back of the chair. Her eyes closed and I could feel the tension being released from her body.

Without saying anything, I massaged one foot, then the other. I worked my way across the bottom of each foot, gently pressing my thumbs in. When I got to the heel, I cupped it in the palms of my hands, rubbing in a circular motion. I massaged my way up her ankles to the bottoms of her calves, then moved to her toes, slowly rotating each toe in its socket.

While massaging, I took some time to admire her body, the flatness of her stomach, the gentle curvature of her smallish breasts, the way her chest moved up and down as she breathed, and the smooth, unwrinkled perfection of her young face. Lauren was definitely a vision of beauty, and I smiled at my luck at being able to touch her.

"Don't move. I'll be right back," I said as I laid her feet down on the edge of my chair.

I ran to the office kitchen where the ladies who worked there kept a bottle of body lotion in one of the cabinets. When I returned Lauren hadn't moved at all, and was still in the position I left her in. I took a dollop of lotion and began to work it into her feet, making sure to get to every part, even between her toes.

"OK. You're all done," I said when I had finished.

"Already? But that felt so good. I didn't want you to stop ever."

When she directed her gaze at me her face had a pained, disappointed look. But it quickly dissolved into yet another endearing smile.

"You weren't kidding. That was fantastic." Lauren pulled her feet back and looked around for her sandals.

"Where did you learn to do that?" she asked as she slipped her feet into her sandals.

"Oh, I don't know. I just kind of make it up as I go along," I lied.

"Applying the lotion at the end was a really nice touch. I was already in heaven from the massage, but that took it up into the stratosphere."

"Well, after the good job you did today, I thought you needed the full treatment."

"Thank you," she said with one of those "awww" looks.

"It was my pleasure -- really. I enjoyed it. Maybe even more than you did."

"But I was the one getting the massage."

"Yes, but it makes me feel good to give someone such pleasure."

"That's so sweet of you to say. But I still think I got the better part of the deal."

We busied ourselves with straightening up the training room and putting together the manuals we'd need for the next day. Tomorrow was going to be another long day, and it was always a good idea to get everything ready to get a quick start in the morning.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Carlos," she said as we locked the door and went out to the parking lot.

"Good night, Lauren. Drive safe."

"I will. You, too."

When I got home I couldn't help but masturbate with visions of Lauren in my head. Long, powerful spurts of semen shot from me, weakening my legs such that I had to hold on to the edge of the sink as I came.

Lauren was wearing what looked to be a more comfortable pair of shoes the next morning. I lamented that I wouldn't have a chance to massage her feet again.

"Thanks again for the foot massage last night, Carlos. I felt like I was walking on air until I went to bed."

"You're welcome. It was my pleasure. Anything I can do to help, just let me know." She smiled sweetly and we got to work.

The training went just as smoothly as it did the first day. I marveled at just how talented Lauren was, and how quickly she caught on to everything she was exposed to. It's a rare thing to have such a beautiful woman be even more talented than she was good looking.

She was wearing one of those white semi-see-through blouses that buttoned in the back. Beneath it were a white camisole and a beige bra. I could see the straps of both coming across her shoulders, and in the back could be seen the slight bulge of the bra strap. Her smallish breasts made an enticing pair of graceful mounds across her chest. They jiggled slightly as she walked back and forth across the room as the day wore on.

As we had been the day before, we were exhausted when the trainees had left and were finally by ourselves. I found myself desperately hoping to give her another foot massage, but she wasn't rubbing her feet like she had the previous night.

"That was excellent work again today, Lauren. You certainly are a great trainer." She beamed from ear to ear.

"Thanks, Carlos. But boy, I sure am tired again. We really earn our money, don't we?"

"You got that right."

"I don't know what I did today, but my neck and shoulders are really stiff and sore. I don't suppose you can help me out there, too, can you?"

"I just might be able to do something about that," I replied. I was cheering my good fortune, but trying not to seem too eager.

"Let me get the lotion from the kitchen," Lauren said, suddenly jumping from the chair. She was gone for only 30 seconds or so.

"What do we do?" she asked.

"Well, let's see." I looked around the room to see what would be the best way to do it.

"Let's have you sit down in this chair," I said, moving one of the straight-backed chairs in front of me. "And sit facing the back of the chair with your legs straddling it."

Lauren did as instructed.

"But don't put your arms or hands on the back of the chair. Let them rest by your sides, or put your hands in front of you between your thighs. Your arms, hands, shoulders, and neck need to be completely relaxed."

"Like this?" she asked, putting her hands in front of her between her thighs.

"Yes, that's great. Now don't be alarmed. I need to bare your shoulders. I'm just going to undo the first 2 or 3 buttons on your blouse."

I was almost trembling as I unfastened the buttons.

"Now I'm going to let the blouse slip from your shoulders. And now I'll pull the straps of your camisole and bra down your shoulders, too. Is this OK?"

"Yes, that's just fine."

Her bra straps had dug into the tender flesh on the tops of her shoulders, leaving angry red marks.

"You poor thing. Those straps really bite into you, don't they?" I said, starting to touch the marks gently. I could feel Lauren shiver as I touched her.

"I'm not hurting you, am I?"

"No, not at all. It feels really good to get those straps off of me. Sometimes being a woman and having to wear all this stuff really sucks. Bra straps and underwires really dig in, but somehow we manage to put the pain out of our minds. And at the end of the day when we can take them off, it's such a relief."

"I don't think I'd make a very good woman. I'd never be able to handle all those straps."

Lauren chuckled. "And you wouldn't look too good in a dress, either."

I rubbed some lotion in my palms to warm it up, and began to rub Lauren's shoulders where the angry red marks from her bra straps were.

"God, you have no idea how good that feels." I could feel her relax more and more, surrendering herself to the pleasure of my massaging hands and fingers.

I started with the tops of her shoulders, moved to the base of her neck, and worked my way up to the base of her skull. Lauren was so relaxed her neck almost turned to soft rubber.

Then I concentrated on her deltoids, moving down her arms to the tops of her biceps and triceps. I massaged across her upper back. And when I got to the space between her scapulas I pressed into the soft tissue with my thumbs.

"That's wonderful," Lauren exhaled, pulling her shoulders back towards me.

I hadn't really tried to get a look at her front, instead focusing my attention on what I could see from my position behind her. But when she pulled her shoulders back, her blouse slipped a little more down her shoulders, exposing the tops of her bra cups in the front, and the graceful mounds of her delectable breasts beneath. The skin looked so smooth and creamy. My penis began to come alive.

As if they were attracted by the magnets of her breasts, my hands began the subtle journey up Lauren's back and across the tops of her shoulders to massage the soft muscles above and just below her collar bones. I could feel the hardened pectoral tissue give way to my touch. But I couldn't dare to go any lower. More than anything I wanted to keep my hands on her. And if I tried to touch her breasts, I might ruin the whole experience, for her and for me.

"Well, I guess that's it, Lauren." I had massaged everything and everywhere, more than once. She had gotten a much more thorough massage than I'd ever given.

"That was nothing short of miraculous, Carlos. Where did you learn to do such great massages?"

"Don't laugh or get the wrong idea. But I learned it from a book. 'The Joy of Sex'. A girlfriend and I read the book when it first came out, and we learned by massaging each other."

"I bet she was one happy girl by the time you got done with the book."

"And I was a pretty happy guy, too."

Lauren had started pulling her straps back up, then pulled her fallen blouse back up.

"Would you mind buttoning me back up?"

"No, not at all." One last chance to touch this beautiful woman.

"What happened to her?"

"After a while we went our separate ways. We were very young. She was my first real girlfriend."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, I had had girlfriends before her, but she was the first one I was ever intimate with. And I was the first one for her, too."

"You mean, you lost your virginity with each other."

I was beginning to get a little embarrassed with the turn our conversation had taken.

"Yes."

"That's so sweet. So you learned how to please each other from reading the book and practicing the techniques?"

"Yes." I couldn't help but think about those times so long ago. And my penis began to harden with the memories.

"Well, I think you learned your lessons well." Lauren stood up and turned to face me.

"Thanks for the wonderful massage, Carlos. I think I'll be sleeping very soundly tonight."

She smiled so beautifully and sincerely.

"You're welcome," was all I could think of to say.

"Oh god, look at the time. I have to get out of here. I'll see you tomorrow, OK?" She grabbed her things and headed for the door.

"See you in the morning, Lauren."

The door closed softly behind her, then I was alone. I hadn't realized it, but my penis had grown to full length and hardness, partly with the memories Lauren had helped bring to my mind, but also with the picture of the fleeting glimpse I'd had of her exposed skin at the tops of her breast mounds.

Moments later I was in the bathroom. It didn't take too many strokes before the long streams of sperm came out in powerful surges.

Lauren could not have worn a more provocative skirt when she came to work the next morning. I along with everyone else, was stunned to see so much of her tanned and shapely legs exposed beneath the short skirt.

It was one of those skirts that comes down, or should I say up, to the middle of the thigh, with buttons up the front. In addition, Lauren was wearing a form-fitting blouse with a hem that ended just at the waistband of the skirt. Every time she moved, narrow bands of her bare belly peeked out enticingly. Every so often she would move in such a way that revealed her pierced belly button and the jeweled ornament on display.

I don't think the trainees could keep their minds on the subject at hand. I know I had a lot of trouble. All eyes were on Lauren as she did anything at all. I noticed a couple of the guys adjusting their pants when they thought no one was looking.

God, but her legs were just about the best pair I had ever seen on any woman. But Lauren didn't seem to notice the effect she was having on us. A woman I once knew very well explained it to me a few years earlier. She said that that was the current fashion, and women wore skirts and blouses like that not to be enticing, but to feel good about being in style, and feel good wearing comfortable clothes. Not to be a dick tease or dress like a sleaze.

Whatever the reason Lauren wore them, I was grateful, and so it appears was everyone else in the room. Her skirt was short enough to get the imagination going and blood flowing, but not short enough to reveal anything more than her gorgeous legs.

It was tough to stay focused, but we managed to get through the day and the training successfully. Well after 6 PM, we finally got a chance to sit down and take a breather.

"Another long and tiring day, huh?" she said, more than asked.

"They're all long when you're on your feet all day. Speaking of feet, how are they holding up?"

"Your foot massage the other day really worked wonders. I haven't had a problem since."

"I noticed you're wearing shoes that look a lot more comfortable than those sandals you had on."

"Yeah, the sandals didn't have much support. But the shoes I have on now seem to be much better if you have to spend all day standing up."

"They're reasonably attractive enough."

"Well, looks-wise I really like the sandals a lot better. But if you have to wear enclosed shoes like these you could do a lot worse. You don't mind if I take them off, do you?"

"Goodness, no. Not at all."

She wiggled her toes as she took off the shoes.

"I could give you another foot massage if you want," I said hopefully.

"No they feel OK now that they can breathe a little. What really are giving me problems today are my legs."

"How so?" I was already beginning to drool at the prospect of massaging Lauren's legs. But I didn't want to get my hopes up just yet.

"Maybe it's these shoes. But yesterday and today my calves have started feeling a little stiff and sore."

"It could be the shoes and having to be on your feet all day. Sometimes our bodies compensate for things and we don't realize it until later when something begins to hurt."

"That must be it. Do you think you could help me with it? I mean, I don't want to impose on you or anything. You've been really helpful up until now and I'm worried you might think I'm trying to take unfair advantage of you."

She had a hopeful but apologetic look on her lovely face.

"You should know by now that I'm happy to help you if I can."

"Thank you for being so nice to me." Lauren smiled broadly.

"You're easy to be nice to, Lauren."

"That's really sweet of you to say."

The truth is I was rejoicing inside, and I would have done anything to be able to put my hands on her again.

"I'm not sure how you want me. I mean, should I sit in a chair or lie down somehow?"

"I guess you should lie up here on the table. Let me move some of this equipment out of the way to give you some room to lie down."

I pushed the computer equipment over to one end of the table.

"This is going to be little awkward in this short skirt."

"Don't worry about it. Just put your butt on the edge of the table, put your legs together, then swing them up."

Lauren did as instructed. She was able to get her legs up without revealing anything between them.

"This table is really hard on the back of my head."

"Here, let's bunch up my coat and we can put it under your head."

"Yeah, that's a lot better. Now what?"

"Well, you just lie there and I'll do everything."

"OK. If you need me to move anything just tell me."

"Are there specific places I should pay attention to, or do your legs just hurt all over."

"Actually it's just my calves and the backs of my thighs at the top."

"You mean right below your butt?"

"Maybe a little lower at the top of those big muscles back there."

"I think you're talking about the hamstrings."

"Yeah, those."

"OK, I'll start with your ankles and calves and head up from there. Be sure to tell me if I'm hurting you or causing you any discomfort."

"OK."

I moved down towards Lauren's feet and wrapped my hands around one of her slender ankles. Her skin was warm and smooth to the touch. I was amazed by its firmness. But that's hardly a surprise given that she was so young and in such good shape. I worked up her calves, pressing my thumbs in to the soft tissues.

But when I made it up to the knee, I needed a little more room.

"I need you to spread your legs a little bit so I can get to the inside of your knees."

"Like this?" She opened them just a little.

"Just a little bit more."

"Is this OK?"

"Yes that's good right there."

I tried not to look but I couldn't help myself. Lauren was wearing pink panties. And the sight of them brought me to incredible hardness.

"That's so wonderful feeling, Carlos. I never had anyone ever massage my knees before. Is that one of the things you learned in that book when you were with that girl?"

"Yes. The knee is a neglected erogenous area. People just don't realize how sensitive it is."

"I feel what you mean."

From the knee I moved up to her thighs. The flesh under my hands was as smooth as a baby's. I pressed in extra hard with my fingers. The body's large muscle groups are large because they do most of the work in carrying us around.

"Oh my god, Carlos. That feels so incredibly delicious. No one has ever massaged me the way you do."

"Not even your husband?"

"Are you kidding? His idea of a massage is, well, I shouldn't be saying."

"That's OK. Let's just say his massage technique could use a little help." Lauren giggled.

I had both hands around the front of her thigh and was digging in with my fingers as I pressed down with my palms. As I moved my way up I ran into the bottom hem of her mini-skirt. I wondered if I should stop there or continue up. If I was to continue in going up towards her crotch, she was going to need to spread her legs more to give me enough room to get my hands in. As if on cue, Lauren moved her thighs apart another couple of inches.

"Do you have enough room?"

"Yes, that's good right there."

If I hadn't already been totally erect, I would have quickly gotten there. I could see the crotch panel of her panties, and a wet spot had developed. Maybe it was my imagination, but I thought the spot might be expanding as I was looking at it.

I could see down to the table between the tops of her thighs, and if I wasn't mistaken, Lauren was wearing thong panties. My penis was pulsing uncontrollably.

As I pushed my hands up her thigh, I pushed the hem of her skirt up as well. I stopped my massage just short of touching her crotch with my fingers. I repeated the process with Lauren's other leg, again stopping as my fingers felt the heat of her pussy beneath the fabric of her panties without actually touching.

"OK, I'm done with this side, so I need you to turn over so I can get better access to the backs of your legs."

"OK. Hang on. I guess I don't have to try to keep my legs together since you've probably already seen my panties in the front."

She turned over, not caring about keeping her legs together at all, giving me a generous view of her pink panties and the hollow places at the top her thighs where they intersect with the pelvis. I was right. Lauren was wearing thong panties.

I didn't say anything, but just started massaging her ankles, working my way up her legs as I had when I massaged the fronts. Lauren's skirt had risen up a little, and although I couldn't see too much, I could enjoy the view of her legs up to the bottom of her butt cheeks. She spread her legs a little more without having to ask her when I moved up past the back of her knee and onto her hamstrings.

"That feels so great, Carlos. I'm jealous of your girlfriend. I'll bet she wants you to massage her every night."

"What girlfriend? In fact I can't remember the last time I massaged anyone."

"You're kidding, right?"

"I wish I was."

"If you were my guy I'd want you to do this to me every night. When was the last time you had a girlfriend, if you don't mind me asking?"

"No, not at all. It was a few years ago, I think. We were together for a while, maybe a year or two. I don't know when things started to go wrong. One day I just realized that we had grown apart somehow."

"We don't have to talk about it if you don't want. I don't mean to pry into your personal life."

"It's OK, Lauren. I like talking with you. You're easy to talk to."

"Thanks. Oh god, that feels so wonderful right there."

I had moved both hands to the inside of her thigh right above the knee and was kneading her flesh. Lauren spread her thighs quite a bit more. I could see where the thin thong disappeared into the crack of her lovely ass. It seemed to be soaked with her vaginal juices. I could see the shiny sheen of moisture on the insides of her thighs.

I wrapped both hands around the top of her thigh just beneath her butt cheek and began to dig in gently with my fingers. One of my fingers slid on the slippery skin where I had seen the gathered moisture.

"Oh, yes, right there. Don't stop."

Lauren's breath had quickened, and she began to move her hips slightly. Drops of juice appeared at the sides of her panties where the crotch panel was attached to the thong strap. My penis was so hard and uncomfortable in my pants. I wanted to straighten it out, but didn't want to take my hands off of Lauren and destroy whatever it was she was now feeling so intensely.

"Oh my god. That's heaven," she said, when I sensed that she was not reacting so strongly to my touch.

"OK, now for the other leg," I said, moving my hands to the ankle on her other leg. While moving my hands I put my wet fingers up to my nose to smell Lauren's scent. Musky, heady. Delicious. I wanted it all over me everywhere, but didn't dare to think it would ever happen. I resigned myself to my massage duties, and thanked whatever lucky stars made it possible to be able to touch this beautiful woman.

Like I had her other leg, I worked my way up to the tops of her thighs. And just like before, Lauren started to writhe her hips the closer I got to her pussy.

She was moving even more than before as I placed both hands around her thigh top and felt the leaked nectar with my fingers. Her breathing became erratic and uneven, and the table had become noticeably wet from her secretions. I was getting close to being finished, and would definitely need to head to the bathroom to give myself some desperately needed relief after we were done.

"Could I ask you for a big favor?"

"Sure. What do you need?"

"I feel kind of awkward asking you this, but could you massage my butt, too? I could understand if you didn't want to."

"It's no problem, Lauren. The butt is one of the largest muscle groups in the body and is used more than just about any other group. It's always neglected during massage sessions because of the moral aspect. So I'm happy you want me to massage yours."

Lauren reached down and pulled up her skirt, exposing fully her naked ass. And what a beautiful ass it was. Full, but not bulbous. A hardened muscle, but still soft to the touch.

"Leave your legs spread like they are so I can get everything."

"OK. I just have one special request. Do it just like in that book you read."

"Are you sure? It might get pretty erotic."

"Yes. Please do it that way."

I grabbed one sumptuous ass cheek with both hands and started to dig my fingers in. As I pulled her flesh, her inner ass crack was exposed, revealing the pink rosebud of her anus. I inched my fingers towards it.

In the book "The Joy of Sex" the sensuous massage touches the flesh surrounding the vagina and anus, but doesn't actually touch those places. That's what causes the erotic sensations. The idea is that it heightens the senses so much that when the sexual act finally begins, it's that much more enjoyable.

And when I massaged down her cheek to where it joined with the top of her thigh and pulled apart her crack, the very bottom of her shiny pussy lips came into view. Before I had begun to massage her butt, I had quickly adjusted the position of my penis, and now it was at its unencumbered full length and hardness. I could feel leakage staining my underwear. Tonight's masturbation was going to set records.

I finished with one cheek and moved around the table to the other cheek and began to massage in like fashion. Lauren's breathing had become more and more uncontrolled, and now she was moving her hips up and down.

"I'm sorry, I have to," she whispered urgently.

At first I thought she meant having to pee. But that wasn't it at all. She raised her hips enough to get a hand beneath her. She snaked a finger beneath her panties and inserted it into her vaginal hole, then began massaging what could only have been her clitoris. Her hips bounced up and down as she stroked herself. She had pushed her panties off to the side a little, exposing her glistening vagina to me.

"Whatever you do, don't stop," she was barely able to say.

As ordered I kept massaging her ass, watching as she pleasured herself. It didn't take too long before she brought herself to orgasm.