Their anniversary was coming up and he had no idea what to get her. He spoiled her regularly, whatever she dreamed up he usually got her. She actually feels bad half the time and sends back most of the gifts, because she feels like he always does to much. He knew that he had to get her something but what, he bought her something big that was suppose to count as a birthday/anniversary present but he knew he had to get her something. One idea he had spawned from his wife sharing a Instagram video of a masseuse giving a massage. He knew it was risky, she always expressed her uncomfort with massages, he always assumed it was that she could never be comfortable and actually relax, but she was older and even though she still dealt with the same body image issues. He decided to take a chance on it, knowing it could blow up in his face. The anniversary came and he presented the gift card to her, she seemed less than thrilled. “I know you never really loved it, but this is in home and I thought you might appreciate it now.” She looked at him like he was crazy. “No way am I having a stranger come to our house and give me a massage.” If you are uncomfortable, I can stay upstairs just so if you need me I’m there.” She still looked at him like he was crazy. Think about if you want to fine, if not that’s ok too.

A month went by until she approached him, “fine I’ll do it but you are going to be here and I’m not doing anything weird just a normal massage.” He booked the massage for the next week, while the kids were in school. When the day arrived she wanted to cancel, but her husband convinced to her to just go with it.

She was nervous and decided a glass of wine might actually help her relax. She couldn’t believe she let him talk her into this, even though she did find it funny as she banished him upstairs as the appointment got closer. All the sudden the doorbell rang. She answered the door to a large black man, dressed like he was going to the gym in a sleeveless shirt and gym shorts. His arms large and ripped with one arm covered in tattoos, definitely not what she expected. “Hi Kate, I’m here for your appointment where can I set up, I’m Marcus.” I guess the living room is fine, she said. He handed her a robe and said if you don’t mind getting comfortable while I set up the room.

She walked back to her bedroom already nervous and no idea what to do. Does she wear her underwear or just go naked, so awkward no idea what to do. The wine was kicking in enough to give her the confidence to go naked, so she stripped down and covered up with the robe and walked out.

He had drawn all the blinds, set up some candles, built the table right in the center of the room and had some slow R&B playing in the background. “Get comfortable, cover yourself with this towel and I’ll be back in a minute.” After he walked out she disrobed and revealed her naked body lying on the table tensely before covering with the towel before he walked back in. “You ready? Let’s get started”

She tried to relax but couldn’t lying on the table naked and tense, she could feel him hovering over her, at that moment she was mad at her husband for talking her into it.

He started by rolling the blanket back to just above her butt cheeks and placed her arms by her side and began to cover her back in a warm delicious smelling oil. She could feel his strong hands as they moved rhythmically over her shoulders. “Your tense, that’s ok we are going to work all that out. His large hands worked on her shoulders and neck, pulling and tugging and kneading. Every so often slightly tugging at her hair as he worked the other hand around her neck, for some reason this began to relax her. She began to anticipate his touch as he worked over her shoulders and moving on to her back. In long strokes he worked down her back stopping just shy of the towel, it felt amazing but she was distracted as every time he did this he had to press his body into her shoulder/neck to reach her lower back and she could feel his large package through his loose gym shorts pressing against her skin and she realized she didn’t mind it in fact she liked it. He continued to rub her back in deep sensual strokes always stopping right above her butt cheeks. She found herself slightly pushing her hips into the table every time he was close to pushing under the forbidden line of the towel. He then sat on the edge of the table and asked if she minded if he worked on her arm and shoulder. She let out a sigh of acknowledgement, as he picked up her arm and sat it in his lap as began running his strong fingers over her shoulder. Once again she felt his large manhood as he pushed her arm against his lap feeling the girth as it rubbed against her forearm. Her forearm felt the same size and she couldn’t believe it. He gently yet strongly held her hand with one hand as he rubbed up and down her arm. She could feel moistness beginning to build between her legs, she had never experienced anything like this before. After he finished her arm he moved over to the other and did the same thing taking her hand in his big strong hands holding it tightly as he deeply massaged her arm.