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A Helping Hand for the Masseuse

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When my wife and I travelled to a Colorado resort town to take in the natural wonders, we spent some time at a spa that had underground steam caves to enjoy as well as massage and other body treatments. We decided to get a massage but since they didnt offer couples massage together, we each did one alone but at the same time.

My wife and I had arrived and paid for the opportunity to enjoy the heat and steam in the caves and had booked a massage as well. We told the lady that we didn't have swimsuits to wear. She smiled and said that was not uncommon and we were told that that caves were all open to anyone who was there but there were often darker, steamier areas where no one would be and in those areas the robes could come off but since the well lit areas were the ones open to families, we would need to keep the robes on there. Since we needed to wait for the massages, we stripped off in the separate locker rooms and put on the thin, white cotton robes they supplied us. I was already getting aroused and when I saw my wife in her thin robe, her puffed up nipples poked through and I knew she was, too. Wed never been there before and going down the steps into the cave was a little intimidating at first but then very interesting, warm, then hot and very steamy. We made our way to the public area and sat by ourselves observing the various people around. Only a few were there and no families until what seemed to be a mother and teen daughter came in. My wife and I decided to find one of the more private caves and walked around to see several. We picked the darkest and farthest one, sat down out of sight of the passageway, and started kissing. We were touching one another erotically, as this weekend away was partly to spark our lovemaking again. I was fully erect by the time I realized our massage appointments were probably very soon. I got up and went out into the light and confirmed that on my watch. I got my wife and asked her to stay in front of me to shield me from view, a little at least, as we left the caves. I had to hold my penis against my body with my hand it was so stiff and I knew she was fully aroused, too. Holding hands, we went and sat in the waiting area solarium. Soon, two separate masseuses took us back to the massage areas. My wife was situated in one of the first spaces and I was taken further back. Only white hanging curtains divided each massage room from the next and you could hear people quite easily if they spoke or made noises. My masseuse introduced herself. I did the same and she was a little older than I but pretty. She had nice legs, which I could see because besides her black tank top that showed nice curves above, she had on very short white sailcloth shorts. They only had legs about an inch long down the thighs and while no cheeks were visible in back, she did look very fit and good with tanned muscular legs. She directed that she would step out if I wanted and I was to lay face down on the table and cover myself with the sheet. I responded that I was fine, as I took her to mean that whatever I was comfortable with was fine with her, and I simply turned away from her and took off my robe and lay down on the table. My erection had subsided some and I didn't reveal it to her right then, but it was coming back because of the partial exposure to her. So are there any areas that we need to work on because of pain? she asked. Waiting for my answer, she pulled a very light sheet up from my feet all the way up to totally cover me to the neck. She explained, We're so hot in this building that we use minimum draping or people overheat. I told her that I had sciatica down my right leg from a soccer injury, that my gluts and thighs and calves were sore from running, and that my hip flexors were painful in front. She said she would spend most of the hour on my lower body but would still massage the back and chest for balance. She lifted the sheet and folded it down in half so the top was mid thigh and I was exposed from head to below my butt. Is that comfortable? she asked. I told her it was great and she explained it was easier to do connecting long strokes. The woman gave a great shoulder and back massage, down to my butt which only got a little touch, but boy was I getting excited. So what brought you and your wife to the spa? she asked. I told her we were trying to renew the spark in our relationship. Oh, so rekindle your relationship, like get time to talk and relax? she persisted. Well, we work different shifts so we go to bed at different times, and when we're awake at the same time, life is going on with her kids so it's more to reconnect in the bedroom, I admitted. Yeah, boy, I know that one. I'm divorced now but my husband worked out on the oil rigs away from me and we rarely saw each other to have sex, she opened up. Oh gosh I hope that's not TMI. I told her it was fine and just life. Well, then, I suppose you're in the same boat I was, playing with yourself instead of getting the touch and affection you need. That's why I got the massage certification while I was still married. I love to touch and be touched, she explained. Just then she finished some lovely long strokes that started at each butt cheek and went up to the base of my neck. They felt so good I gave a moan of approval. She teasingly cautioned me to keep it down or someone would think she was doing something she wasn't allowed to do. I chuckled and she now pulled the sheet up so it rested over my neck and shoulders and I was bare from the waist to my feet. Does that feel okay? I admitted it felt really nice. Then I got maybe the best massage I ever had on my legs. She was totally being professional but was not shy. She did my butt almost into the crack and thighs all the way to my groin where my pelvis was. So, the muscles and tendons got worked but my balls, clean shaven, loose and hanging low from all the steam and heat, got rubbed against, too. She also did the calves and feet very well, and I kept giving quiet moans of approval. Last, she did a couple of stretching moves with each leg and then a lot of long, soothing, sensual strokes from ankle to lower back. Her fingers drifted right up my thigh, sometimes over my scrotum, along the crack and back down. So good, so erotic, I was,in heaven. She pulled the sheet down so I was covered from neck to feet and told me she would hold it up while I turned on my back. I rolled over underneath and she released the sheet that then settled down over my swollen penis. It was so hard it was throbbing flagrantly several inches above my tummy. She moved to my feet and pulled the sheet down to my waist, letting the excess just fall to the floor. My penis tent only had a couple inches of fabric past the head. Next, she stepped to my head and gave me an exquisite scalp and neck rub. When her finger went through my hair gently, it sent a shiver down my body, literally I shivered, and my penis jumped. Did that hurt? she asked. I told her no and,that it felt great, so she did it again, with a,similar reaction on my body. As she did other strokes on my face and neck, she kept going back and doing that. I then became aware, even though my eyes were closed, that I felt cool air on my penis head and that I must be exposed. Then I felt a drip on my tummy and realized it had to be precome. I opened my eyes to slits and saw her staring down that direction. So have you and your wife had a chance to make love yet? she pried. I said we had not, yet, and we were hoping this spa day would get us both in the mood. I hope it's working for you, and her, too, she said. I assured her that I was loving the massage. Next she moved to my left side and massaged the arm. When she lay it down, the hand hung off the table. She gently pulled the sheet up to cover my half exposed penis, the uncovered my left leg. Standing by my hip, she turned and started at my calf and did a long stroke up my body and in doing so rotated and took a step to reach my shoulder. As she did, somehow my left fingers pressed what felt like skin and fabric. I thought it was her hip and started to pull my hand back but she pushed her hips farther and then I realized that my hand was now between her thighs, index finger against her crotch, and thumb upward against her shorts and pubic bone. I though she'd think I was molesting her and call the cops, but I heard a moan like I had been making before. She immediately changed from the long stroke and instead began rubbing my upper thigh, reaching down deep between my legs, and started using tons of oil. Moving the sheet and my penis over with what amounted,to a full on grab of it, she rubbed my hip flexors and as she did her fingers got right next to my scrotum and shaft. You shave, that's so nice, she said in a deep, earthy voice. All while rubbing there, she kept my hand trapped between her legs and was ever so slightly thrusting back and forth against it. Throwing caution to the wind, I decided to wiggle my fingers against her warm, moist crotch. As I did, her hands stopped dead. I opened my eyes and saw hers closed, her face intently posed and flushed, so I wiggled more. Her hips bucked quickly a couple of times and her right hand moved to grab my nipple and the left grasped my penis through the wadded sheet. Then, her hips stopped, her thighs tightened hard around my hand, and I could tell she was coming. Oh, damn, she whispered. Almost absent-mindedly, she was pinching my nipple and pulling at my penis but as she finally relaxed, she let go of both and slipped her hips back off my hand. Are you okay? she asked me. I told her I was very comfortable and happy and enjoying everything. Oh god I'm sorry, so glad you're okay. I assured her I liked what happened. She thanked me and whispered she didn't want to make my wife mad. I told her as long as I still could make love to my wife when we got to the hotel, she'd be fine, too. The masseuse put a bunch of oil in her hands, told me that she'd make sure I was not going to lose my desire, and did her best to massage every inch in the most sensual way. When she finished my front, I was slippery with oil and only my penis and balls were wrapped up in the sheet. There was a big wet spot where the tip was. She held my robe for me and I stood naked and hard for her to see. She said, See, we saved it all for your wife. Go give her all of you lovin. My wife and I snuck back to that dark part of the steam cave where I told her all about it. She said she'd gotten wet from her massage. I sat her on my thighs, side saddle, and,we kissed. Sweat was pouring off of us both. I opened her robe and felt her pussy, so wet and extra so from the drenching perspiration. My fingers found her stiff clitoris and I played slowly, side to side and in circles, faster and lighter as she climbed the peak to orgasm. Dang, you're good with your hands, my wife complimented. Your woman was lucky to get you, magic man. My wife slid off my lap onto the seat next to me, opened my robe to expose my aching erection, and leaned over to lick the tip. Just then, another couple came in, giggling, and the saw us. The guy gave a lecherous look as my wife stood up. I pulled my robe around me and stood up. Don't mind us, you guys can go on, the guy said. We just left quickly and dressed fast. After stopping at vending for two bottles of cold water, we went to the motel where our spark caught full flame.

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