I have worked professionally as a massage therapist for over a decade. Every once in a while, not only is a client brave enough to ask for a happy ending, but I am brave enough to comply with her request. I still have dreams about this client...

The day had been going painfully boring, and I had just finished taking my break. "Liz" I repeated to myself so I wouldn't forget her name on the walk from the break room to the lobby. Opening the door, I called out her name and I was floored. She stood about five and a half feet tall, straight blonde hair down to her chest, grey-blue eyes and a warm and comforting smile. Her body was slim, with thicker thighs and hips that indicated she never skipped leg day. It had been humid for weeks, so she was wearing a short pair of running shorts and a loose tank-top. I greeted her hello and in the softest midwestern accent, she said hi and smiled widely. I led her to the room.

Liz was a runner. All through high school and college, she had always been on the track and field team. She ran in the rain, she ran in the snow. This very active lifestyle left her poor hips and legs in terrible shape. That's where I come in. Liz had already had her membership at the spa for a few months. Unable to find the right therapist, she bounced back and forth between a few of my coworkers before landing with me. I had read the previous service notes indicating her problematic hips and legs, and steeled myself for a rigorous session.

The service had started just as any other, flowing through my techniques. Liz had specifically requested "a ton" of pressure. I dug in with elbows and forearms and only near my bodys limits she would say it was perfect. My elbow slowly ran down along her spine to her waist, and she had let out a soft little moan. I didn't think anything of it, it tends to happen. I continued the work down to her hips and legs. They were unbelievably tight, but I had started my career working with athletes; this wasn't going to be too difficult. As my hands came up her inner and outer thighs, she let out another, louder moan. It seems like she caught herself, so she began to make conversation.

We had shared our stories as none of us were native to our area. She was in the city for college for psychiatry, but originally from Minnesota. We bonded over how we were both introverts who liked to read and liked helping people. Her boyfriend paid for her membership initially, but she indicated they were having some issues. She said that my wife must love my massages, but I told her I wasn't married and she seemed surprised to hear that. We traded a few more stories, but the massage continued as normal and soon we were done. She got dressed, up off of the table and met me in the lobby where she rebooked with me a few times in the coming weeks.

Each following session went more of the same; swapping stories and little moans. She confided in me that she was breaking up with her boyfriend because he was cheating and didn't know that she knew. I responded that it wasn't really my place to give advice on such things, but on a personal level I agreed with her intent to do so. When I was massaging her hands, she clasped her fingers around mine and gave my hand a gentle rub with her thumb. Generally, when a client does this it indicates that they want something more, but I figured she was just being comforting seeing as physical touch was her primary love language. The session ended soon after, and when she rebooked with me she shot me a big smile saying it was going to be more thorough and to make it a two hour massage.

A few weeks passed and I finally saw her on my schedule again. She was going to be my last client of the night and we were going to be the only massage going on at the time. I couldn't help but become slightly aroused thinking back on what she said the last time. Her demeanor was fun, spirited and she walked with a certain...bounce to it? I got her back to the room and she told me that she had been single for a few weeks and that today she wanted the same massage as always, but "soft pressure"(Soft pressure is euphemism for a happy ending). There was a nervousness in her voice when she asked, but I gave her back a knowing smile and told her to get ready and to take everything off and to get ready, face-down.

Upon entering the room, I was greeted by an amazing sight. She was indeed face-down, but didn't have the sheets or blankets covering her, just a small hand towel covering her butt. "I feel really hot today, is this ok?" she asked with a sultry tint to her voice as she looked back to me. I told her it was fine as long as she was comfortable. I really took my time with every single stroke or technique, really kneading her muscles in my hands and listening for her responses. Her moans weren't as subtle as previous sessions, which gave me one of the biggest erections of my life. She softly moved the towel down and out of the way before asking me to "really focus on her hips today".

My hands glided down softly and she arched her back as if to thrust her butt into my hands. I began to grab, squeeze, and knead her glutes as her moans became more frequent and intense. Within a few moments, she took my hand, and placed them on her inner thigh near her now-soaked pussy. "I think this area needs the most work" she said with a tiny amount of anxiety in her voice. Fingers began to massage her inner thighs as my thumb softly grazed her pussy lips. She gasped and let out a huge moan and started humping the table slowly. "Is this ok?" I asked. Her reply was looking back at me and nodding her head yes.

I continued to softly tease her as I could feel her getting wetter and absolutely soaking my sheets and table. My other hand found a nice handful of her meaty glutes, and my thumb began to trace small circles around her butthole. "Yeessssssssss....." she softly whimpered into the face-cradle as her hips began to buck with intensity. A thumb had found its way into her throbbing pussy, one knuckle in and that made her explode as she bit down on the face-rest and let out a long, drawn-out moan before coming back to stillness. A small and gentle laugh escaped her lips. "Oh god, I've been wanting that for a while now" she said with a smile on her face. Her eyes looked back at me, completely captivated by what I had seen and she noticed that I was rock-hard.

She flipped over on to her back, and her piercing eyes were staring lovingly at me. Her cheeks were completely red over what just transpired and she said "that was amazing, it was everything I wanted!" before trying to look away sheepishly. I began to work on her quads and the front of her hips, locking eyes, with a big dumb smile on my face. Her hands lifted and she began to softly caress my forearms. First with her nails, then her finger tips, and then her hands were grasping and holding. My hands softly began to caress the top of her pubic mound. Her head rolled back in ecstasy and soon, soft caresses became faster, with more purpose. It didn't take another minute before she came again, this time leaning up and holding on to my arm as she squirmed and thrashed.

Another laugh left her mouth, but this time almost breathless. She was a panting, sweating mess with a toothy grin and fiery-red cheeks. Her hair was matted to her face and her eyes wide in bewilderment. "How is everything so far?" I asked coyly. "Fucking AMAZING!" she replied in between breaths. I moved to the top of the table to work on her neck and shoulders, as I began to get closer and closer to her face. She noticed what I was doing, slid herself up the table a bit and our lips met. I broke our short, but passionate kiss to ask her if this was all ok. She replied back, "Yes, I wanted this, thank you so much you're the best! Is it ok I tried to seduce you?" she asked, half-smiling. "Of course." I replied, before her lips rose to meet mine again. "I want to kiss you down there." She said to me as she began to suck and lick on my thumb. I stood, and began to take off my pants.

She turned over on to her stomach again, and I got another glimpse at her beautiful ass. Before I could really process the view, her mouth wrapped around my cock and she began to suck. Her hands worked masterfully up and down my shaft as her mouth and tongue made me feel like I was in heaven. I grabbed all of her hair in a handful, lifted it up out of her way and held it with the slightest pressure. A moan escaped her mouth, her eyes looked up at my hungrily, and she picked up the pace. I knew I was going to bust soon, so I whispered softly, but I didn't know if she had heard me over the sounds emanating within the room. I gave her a few quick gentle taps on her shoulder and I began to unload in her throat. I tell you, hand on my heart, I felt my soul leave my body that moment. TO THIS DAY nobody has ever given me head like that. She sucked and swallowed every last drop before looking up at me again, finally satisfied.

I finished the massage running my fingers through her hair and gently rubbing her scalp. She laid back, and for a brief moment fell asleep and began to snore. Not a moment later she woke up, looked at me with a little embarrassment and softly said "Sorry..." I replied, "Don't be, it was a relaxing session..." Her head turned to give my hand a soft kiss as she nuzzled into it before locking eyes with me again.

I left her a hot towel on the counter, and quietly exited the room. She got dressed and I checked in the bathroom mirror to make sure I was presentable. A cup of cold water greeted her upon exiting. She drank it down quickly, pulled me in to a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around her, and we embraced for just a moment. Thankfully, nobody else was working in the back at this time. She walked away, seemingly with more bounce in her step than previously as I overheard her book the next massage only two weeks out. But that's a story for another time...