I found Solo Touch one day getting on my computer after my husband had been on it. I wasn't too surprised at what I found. Been enjoying reading Solo Touch ever since. Now, my turn to write.
I quit high school and got married young. But, ended in a divorce in the end. Then, there I was under educated and needing a job. I saw an add at a massage parlor and went to check it out. From what I was told, I certainly had all the experience I needed to handle the job so I was hired on the spot. I was a very nice looking young woman with a very hot sexy body. All that really mattered. And, also had lots of experience at what my main duty was!
I then worked off and on at these places for several years. This was back in the middle to late 70s. The customers would all totally strip and lay face down on the elevated bed (table). Of course, all the customers were men. Everywhere from their late teens to their 70s. I'd dress in something very skimpy showing lots of flesh including just panties and bra often times. The massage only amounted to my running my hands over the back of their legs and back for a period of minutes. In reality, all these customers were only interested in my telling them 'time to turn over'.
This was where my 'massage' abilities came into play. I'd run my hands over their front side for awhile and would just brush my fingers across their swollen member between their legs to get them even more in the mood. I let the customers feel my body where they wanted to. For the tit loving men, I'd remove my top. For the leg and ass men, I'd let them feel all they wanted but didn't allow any fingers other than to run them over my pussy through my panties. I'd only take them off for some very regular customers that I trusted. Of course, allowing them to feel me just made them more aroused and would make them cum that much quicker.
When it was time, I'd pour oil on their stiff members and start with its 'massage'. I've seen everything from penises that were enormous that I could hardly get my hand around to ones that wouldn't actually get hard. Then, there were the cumshots. I saw hundreds of these. Everywhere from a small amount just oozing out to ones that shot all the way over the customer's heads. The upper teen boys to some men in their 50s would often really give me a show when it came to this. There were a hand full of old regulars that I'd lay on the table and would allow them to cum on me, meaning my tits, belly or my legs. I'd rub on their penises on one of these areas until they came.
I ended up getting married to one of my many customers and have been married to him ever since. This was when my 'masseuse' days ended other than just for him. To this day, he still enjoys a good hand job sometimes just like the good old days when we first met. What man doesn't?