A Massage Session with Wendy
by Rich
How a little muscle relaxing therapy can result in a whole lot of muscle flexing.


Warning: This work of fiction contains material that may be considered
inappropriate for persons under the age of 18. No one under the age of 18
should be permitted to read this story without the expressed consent of the
parent or guardian.

[A Massage Session with Wendy]

I had been working pretty hard and putting in long hours after the 9/11
attacks. I worked for an Air National Guard unit stateside and we changed our
workdays and hours to accommodate our increased mission workload. After
getting off work one day, I went for an appointment with my barber to get a
trim. While there, I had mentioned how tired and sore I was with the work I've
been involved in, and she told me that her sister gave massages right there at
the same salon I was in. She mentioned that her sister was a very thorough
massager and has a pretty well established clientele. Her name was Wendy, and
she recommended that I make an appointment with her to relieve some of the
strain. She gave me Wendy's business card and wished me luck. It was a Friday
and she was only in on Tuesdays and Thursdays, so I had to call her as soon as
I got home if I wanted to make an appointment for the next day.

As soon as I got home, I called Wendy at her home number and fortunately
reached her just as she was getting ready to go shopping. I told her what
ailed me and asked if she could fit me in ASAP. Lucky for me, she had 2
openings back to back the next day she could see me in, and I chose the first
one ... at 5pm. We talked a little more and I discovered she was very easy to
talk with ... she didn't put on any business aires or anything. Just a good,
straight talking person.

I got off work at 2:30pm the next day and ran home to get cleaned up for my
appointment. I don't know what it was, but I had a bit of anticipation welling
up inside me. There was something about this appointment, and I sensed after
talking with her the evening before that this could be a little special.

I got to the salon around 4:50pm ... I always hope by arriving early for
appointments that I could be taken early if there wasn't anything in the way
of it. 80% of the time, it didn't work out quite that way and I wound up
sitting an extra 10 or 15 minutes waiting for my turn to come up. But for this
appointment, Wendy was already freed up of her last client and took me in
right away.

At first, I wasn't wowed by her appearance, although she wasn't anything hard
to look at either. I assumed she was somewhere in her early 40s, but found out
later she was really 51! She was about average height ... 5'4" or so, and her
physical attributes were covered up by the loose jogging outfit she wore. I
figured her to be somewhere around medium build, based on the fact that she
had a slightly thicker neck for an average woman. She had a very welcoming
smile and we started to chit-chat a bit before going into her therapy room.
Her voice was soft and medium pitched, and it was fairly easy for me to
understand her due to my hearing loss from working around jet engines over the
years.

After getting that formality out of the way, Wendy invited me into her therapy
room. It wasn't large ... it had ample space for a table to work on her
clients, several chairs and a rectangular table against the wall to put all of
her things on. We settled on the type of massage I would need, which was a
full massage top to bottom. She told me to take all of my clothes off and then
lay on the table on my back with a white sheet previously placed on the table
for me to cover with ... then she excused herself and left the room for a few
minutes while I dressed down.

I thought while I was undressing about that pang of anticipation I felt
earlier and wondered what that was all about, because there wasn't anything
that happened since I arrived to warrant it. I looked around the room as I was
undressing visually taking in things, like if there was a tip basket, what
kind of oils did she use, if she had background music and what kind, etc. It
was well enough equipped for the work she did. Even had a vase with incense
sticks in it if the clientele were so inclined to smell during sessions.

After I disrobed fully, I got up on the table and laid on my back, draping the
white sheet over me and waited patiently for her to come back in. She must
have had ESP or something ... she knocked on the door before entering to see
if I was ready, which wasn't 20 seconds after I had covered up. I told her I
was decent, and she entered the room, closing the door behind her ... still
wearing that loose jogging suite, which I thought might become a little warm
for her once she started working on me.

She reached around at the light dimmer and toned the light in the room down to
give a relaxing ambience ... but not too low where you could barely see
anything in the room. I told her it was just right for me when she reached the
desired level, and she left the rheostat at that setting. She then walked over
to her small table and put a relaxing mood music CD in her little boom box,
which really helped to make me relax and forget where I was to begin with. But
that was short lived the moment she took off her jacket, revealing her wearing
a white tank top ... and possessing a very impressive pair of arms that I
hadn't really anticipated ... or hadn't I? Maybe that's what that was all
about earlier ... just couldn't identify it. I've always had a pension for
muscle on women ... and I can recall on the few occasions when I had massages
elsewhere, that all of the women seemed to have arms developed a little more
so than the average woman. I quickly surmised that this is what caused my
anticipation pang earlier.

Wendy brought over a jar of pre-warmed oil, and as she got closer, my eyes
became riveted on her upper body, which appeared to be very strong. I guess I
looked too hard too long when she blurted out "Is my outfit making you
nervous?". I assured her I was quite comfortable, and that what she had on was
great! She smiled and said "Good ... thought for a minute I might of dropped
something on my tank top when I had lunch and didn't notice it. I saw 3
clients since ... and it would have been embarrassing for me to know now I had
something on it all this time." We lightly laughed over that, and Wendy
appeared to be very calm and sure of herself. She wasn't a naive person, but
her personality suggested that she had a little shyness that blended in.

She had me roll over on my back and helped to hold the sheet while I turned
over ... then she pulled the sheet down to the small of my back, and began to
slowly work every muscle fiber that could be worked from my neck down. God ...
her strong hands felt soooooooo good!!! I couldn't help but think out loud "is
an hour long enough for this?", and Wendy lightly laughed and said "Ohhhh,
you'll feel wonderful in an hour ... trust me!" And so I did.

We didn't exchange much conversation while I was laying on my stomach ... I
really got into the soft light, the mood music, and her hands working miracles
wherever they went on me. Being the pro that she obviously was, she allowed me
this quiet moment of solitude before finishing with the soles of my feet.

She then asked me to turn over on my back and held the sheet again for me
while I maneuvered around. She then lowered the sheet to my waist and began
massaging my shoulders and other points south. As she started working, I
finally had a bird's eye view of her arms and how the muscles played in them
as she applied steady pressure on me. I was really captivated with her arms
... and I think she noticed that I was, but she didn't say anything. After a
moment, I broke the silence and asked her "Aren't your arms tired by now
having to apply constant pressure on me?". She smiled, and without braking a
stride, told me "Ohhh, I've been doing this for about 22 years now, so my arms
are use to it." She didn't seem to be anywhere near shy about it and continued
to work on me as she smiled.

I wanted to see how far I could go with this until she tried to change the
subject ... so I said "It's obvious your arms, and your upper body for that
matter are "trained" for this kind of work ... my arms would of fallen off by
now!" We lightly laughed, and Wendy added "Yeh, I've been told I'm pretty
strong and have a very long endurance before I start feeling it physically."
Acting surprised, I said "Really?" Wendy replied "Uhuh ... I go out with the
girls from time to time to a pub that we ourselves started arm wrestling
matches at about 2 or so years ago. It really caught on, and we even have
mix-matches ... you know, men against women grappling at the tables. They even
got us a regulation arm wrestling table to use and it really helped to pick up
business for them." I laid there captivated, barely aware of her working the
muscles in my body as she was telling me all of this.

Wendy added "You just missed our first annual arm wrestling competition ... it
was last Saturday ... and I won the heavy-weight division in the women's
class." I asked her if they had a mixed division for men to compete against
women, and she said "No ... although there's some talk about maybe trying that
next year ... but I don't know ... I'd be a little afraid of showing up some
of those so called mucho-men that come by just to ogle." I told her "You
really should ... they're asking for it, and could probably use being knocked
down a peg or two." She laughed and replied "Yeh ... guess it would make them
think twice about their own masculinity ... and that of a woman who possesses
strength." All during this conversation, I noticed that I was getting
"aroused" by her telling me all of this, and I hoped she wouldn't notice the
bulge in the white sheet just below her hands. Daaaah ... she would have had
to be BLIND not to notice ... but she didn't indicate anything and continued
to work me like the pro she was.

She asked me "You seem to be ok with strong women ... I mean, I haven't heard
any negative remarks from ya ... it's so refreshing." I told her that I in
fact adored women who had muscle and strength, especially those who were proud
of having it, not embarrassed or anything the minute the subject comes up in
conversation. She smiled and said "It's really wonderful to be able to talk
with a guy for a change who's cewl with strong women." I told her not to leave
out the part about muscles, and she openly laughed on that.

She asked me "So ... you like women who have muscles ... I haven't really
known any guys who openly aspire to liking muscles on women ... although there
were a couple who warmed up to mine after a little ... horseplay." She
seductively smiled at me as my attention was further drawn to her triceps as
she continued to apply firm pressure on me. I swear I could of buried my thumb
inside the inverted "V" in her triceps as they flexed and relaxed with each
stroke she made.

I gulped out loud and she busted out laughing, knowing what affect she was
having on me. The maximized bulge in the sheet gave THAT away if my gulp
didn't! All I could do was grin sheepishly as I exchanged views between my
bulge and her face.

For the amount of shyness I might of detected before in her personality, it
just about all flew out the window from that point on. I have to emphasize how
much of a professional she was. Not once did she make any kind of advances or
suggest if I needed help in "other" places ... she pressed on with the
business at hand ... literally ... which really impressed the hell out of me.
I was certain that this must of happened to her before, considering the way
she maintained herself during the session. But what she told me next made me
question that thought.

I asked her if she's ever run across a guy like me during her sessions who
professed liking female muscle and strength, and she told me "No ... come to
think of it, I never have ... you're the first ... that's why this is so
refreshing for me. I've just ran into a couple of guys who thought differently
... guess I might of made them feel uneasy with these guns." As she emphasized
her statement by bringing her elbows out a little and flexing her triceps real
hard to make the point.

About this time, I could feel a little perspiration begin to bead on my
forehead ... and I know she sensed even more just how much I was being
affected by her. Also by this time, she had worked her way down to my hips ...
and with a very unexpected move, ran the tip of her index finger ever so
slightly over the top of my right hip, and down towards my crotch, grazing the
side of my nuts ... and back up retracing her move!!! I just about had a heart
attack when I felt that ... as she coyly interpreted how I reacted to her
touch.

A few seconds passed, and it may as well of been an hour because that's what
it felt like, and then she patted me lightly on my right hip and told me she
was going to move down to do my legs now. Geeze ... there I was laying with
what could have been a log sticking up under the sheet, and she coolly said
she was moving down to my legs. I was thinking "Like ... Lady ... . Can we
make a slight deviation from this pre-planned massage to take care of
something that recently "cropped up"? But I just kept my mouth shut ... well,
the best I could anyway under the circumstances ... as she moved down and
uncovered my legs.

The rest of the massage went on uneventfully ... I'm sorry to report ... but
the moment after the massage got even better, as I'll tell in part 2 of this
story.

to be continued