Alternative Therapy.
written by:
Shuggie

Alternative Therapy.

Authors note: this story is 10,000 words long, and I designed it this way, if you are looking for something quick then this isn't it....Shuggie.

Heading off to college at the age of 18, my choice of course had raised a few eyebrows in my family. Admitted when I told my family that I had enrolled in an alternative therapy course in the local college, the look of shock on my dad's face was priceless. After a long discussion about the fact that very few people were actually doing it and so on, my dad finally backed down and hoped that it was a phase that would pass.

Even my best friend, Dawn was rather surprised at my choice, although when I told her that one of the classes included massage, Dawn just laughed and then finally hissed "you're just doing this course in the hope that you can get to touch women up all day"

Admitted to a degree Dawn may have well been right, with very little sexual experience under my belt, the idea of having naked women between my fingers did have a certain appeal to it.

Although if I was truly honest, I wouldn't have minded getting Dawn to strip off for me, then maybe even allow my hands to meander around her petite body. Yet for all that dawn and I were soul mates and had a fair degree of intimacy, I never really thought for one moment that Dawn would ever let me give her a full body massage.

The fact of the matter was, as I was growing up Dawn had more than a few starring rolls in my bedtime fantasies. Dawn was 5'5 with brown shoulder length curly hair and had that typically cute girl next door look about her.

With a petite body and small breasts, I found it hard to imagine that any guy wouldn't want to bed her in a heartbeat, yet in all the years that we had been together Dawn and I had never even discussed anything more than friendship.

Admitted there were added advantages about being so close to Dawn, with our parents being so friendly, my dreams were about to be given another dimension when our parents decided that they were going to have a holiday together in Spain just after our sixteenth birthday.

Heading off to the sunny Spanish resort of Salou, I stood in the hotel swimming pool, watching in awe, as Dawn appeared from the hotel with a towel wrapped around her then slowly slipped the towel from her petite body as my eyes drank in the miles of wonderfully soft skin, watching Dawn bend forward then kneel on the sun lounger as she fixed her towel, I was enthralled when I watched her bikini bottoms, stretch slightly against her beautifully toned ass, as Dawn stretched out to fix the top corner of her towel, then suddenly I was in heaven.....

Watching the material stretch as Dawn shifted slightly, just that brief view of the material as it stretched against her womanhood was a sight to behold. Admitted it had all happened so fast, yet the memory seemed to burn on my brain and was consigned to my memory for future use.

Yet the sad fact was that for all my fantasies, I knew deep down that Dawn and I would never be anything more than friends.

With ten weeks of college under my belt, my first semester was drawing to a close, admitted most of the stuff that our first semester had taught us wasn't the sort of stuff I was into, I had enjoyed the reflexology course, but other than that very little of my courses inspired me.

By the October holidays, my reflexology course was finished and I couldn't wait to get some practise with a few willing friends and family.

Offering my services to my parents, and Dawn's parents, then finally Dawn, I listened as Dawn grunted that she hated people touching her feet. Admitted, I already knew that Dawn had an issue with her feet, but still hoped that she would allow me at least one chance to prove how wonderful a foot massage could be.

Although Susan (dawn's mum) was more than willing to let me have a little practise on her feet after we had eaten. I guess the clincher was the fact that Susan and Dawn worked in the same large supermarket and spent all day on their feet, Susan would normally return from work then moan about how her feet killing her, I could only guess that Susan was prepared to try anything to deal with the pain from standing about all day.

Clearing the table then heading into the living room, Susan grinned then finally told me that it was about time that I earned my dinner, watching her head upstairs to get changed out of her uniform, I headed home to get my bag of tricks.

Needless to say, by the time I returned, Dawn and her dad were asking Susan if she was really going to go through with my offer.

"You're damned right I am, a free foot massage....your problem is, you don't have the guts to try it" Susan said watching me kneel down in front of her as she sat in her pyjama's and dressing gown then finally lifted her foot onto my lap.

Starting to work my fingers into Susan's right foot, it didn't take me long to realise that Susan was starting to enjoy the work of my fingers and thumb on her foot.

"Oh hell, that's good" Susan gasped as she rested back on the sofa with her eyes shut.

"Shit Craig, that feels wonderful.....any chance you could come over every night and do that" Susan groaned as Paul and Dawn sat laughing at the way Susan was reacting.

Within half an hour, I had talked my way through the foot massage and even explained that in my next block of classes, I was going to be taught how to do a full body massage.

"Well Craig, if that feels half as good as this does, then you can put me down for a few of them too" Susan said enjoying the attention of my fingers as they pressed into her aching heel.

"Susan!" Paul groaned with a disapproving tone, in an instant Susan opened her eyes and drew him a nasty look before adding "Paul stop being so bleeding perverted, it's only a massage" Susan sat drawing Paul a disgusted look then finally added "Anyway, what did we both have in Turkey a couple of years ago?" Susan asked as Paul finally nodded then groaned "but it's Craig, I mean...." Paul stopped watching the disgust deepen on Susan's face.

"Well if you would stop acting like a dick, then maybe you would let him give you a foot massage and you would realise that there is nothing to it" Susan groaned as Paul sat like a little lost sheep nodding.

By the time I had finished on Susan half an hour later, she had finally managed to talk Paul into trying it, admitted there was something weird at first, about doing a guys feet, Yet listening to the groans of approval coming from Paul, I realised that with any luck I might have been able to talk Dawn into a foot massage too.

Within an hour, Susan and Paul were both done and freely admitted that it was good to know that I lived just two doors away.

Turning to Dawn with a timid smile, Dawn barked "you can just forget it, you're not touching my feet....no way". Before I even had a chance to say anything, Susan turned to Dawn and started barking about Dawn being childish and then finally pointed out that a true friend would be more than happy to let me have some experience of giving foot massages.

Dawn just sat with her head bowed, like a scalded school girl then moaned about disliking her feet being touched.

"Stop being so bleeding childish and get upstairs and wash your feet" Susan said with a forceful tone as Paul sat admitting that he didn't like getting his feet touched but he would be more than happy to have his feet done again.

"Okay...chill out....I'm going" Dawn said before finally admitting that she was going to take a shower then get into her pyjama's.

Within twenty minutes Dawn was back downstairs sporting a cute pair of red silk pyjama shorts and top, and then finally flopped down on the sofa next to her mum.

"If you tickle my feet, I'm going to kill you, do you hear me?" Dawn grunted as I slid the stool in front of her then watched as Dawn lifted her right leg and placed it on my lap.

Starting at Dawn's heel. I watched as Dawn sat staring at her foot for a few seconds as I started to apply a little more pressure into her heel then suddenly dawn looked at her mum.

"Well?" Susan asked as Dawn finally conceded that it wasn't bad even though she did hate having her feet touched.

Within a couple of minutes, Dawn had slouched down the sofa slightly, as she lay letting gentle moan after gentle moan escape for her thin soft lips.

"Oh fuck, my feet at tingling" Dawn oozed as I sat grinning at Susan as Dawn lay with her eyes shut enjoying my fingers working her feet.

"So I take it, you will be getting Craig to do this more often?" Susan asked softly as Dawn lay on the sofa with her eyes shut and moaned "hell yeah" before opening her eyes and looking at me. "Well that's if he wants to" Dawn said staring straight at me.

Within fifteen minutes, I had finished on Dawn's right foot and asked her to drop her right foot and lift her left one. Little did I realise that Dawn didn't have any underwear on underneath her pyjama shorts, sitting there watching her lift her right leg from my lap, I watched as Dawn opened her leg allowing me a quick flash of brown pubic hair.

I guess it took all my effort to stop myself from reacting to the most awesome sight that I had just witnessed. Admitted it was only pubic hair, yet it promised so much more and also it was about as intimate as Dawn and I had been.

By the time I had finished Dawn's left foot, I sat in disappointment watching as Dawn dropped her left foot, quickly realising that the angle that she was sitting at wasn't going to allow me the same cheap thrill.

"Well....what did you think?" Susan asked as Dawn sat with a smug little grin on her face then finally admitted that she had just found the answer to being on her feet all day.

"See I told you that you'd like it" I said watching Dawn nod then sit up properly on the sofa.

"Paul, give Craig a tenner, we can't expect him to do it for nothing" Susan said.

"Listen you don't have to give me anything" I said trying to refuse the money, yet Susan and Paul were having none of it.

Before I had a chance to argue, Susan explained that if I was prepared to charge a fiver a person then they would happily let me do their feet a couple of times a week.

Sure enough Susan and Dawn would invite me over for dinner a couple of times a week then ask me to do their feet, by the time I headed back to college after the October break I had a fledgling business that was going to help finance my studies.

Little did I realise that Dawn and Susan had been talking to their work mates about how wonderful a foot massage felt, and suddenly they were asking me if I would be interested in making a little extra cash from a few of their work mates.

By my first week back, Susan explained that her line manager was interested and asked if I would go over to her house and she would pay me extra for going. What had started out as a way of getting experience had suddenly snowballed out of all proportion.

By day I would listen to my lecturers teaching us the subtle art of massage, then at night I would go home and get my dinner before heading over to Dawn's to give either Dawn or Susan a foot massage and on occasion they would bring home a work mate and let them try out my services.

By the end of the second semester, I had a great little enterprise running as a sideline to my studies. Things had picked up so quickly that my parents had to buy a diary to put beside the phone for people who wanted me to do house calls.

I quickly realised that the local beauty centre was charging twenty quid for a foot and hand massage and here was I undercutting them by eleven quid if I done a home visit.

Admitted I had become so wrapped up in making money that I had forgot to mention that I was now trained in doing full body massages. Finishing up college for Christmas, Susan and I sat talking one night as she waited for Paul to return home from work. With the supermarket being so busy for Christmas, Dawn had been asked to do later shifts and had forgotten to tell me.

Sitting there explaining to Susan that for the most part, the course was quite boring, but it had it's moments, I finally mentioned that we only had a couple more classes left in our current semester, but we had worked so hard and picked everything up so quickly that we had already sat out tests for the classes.

"So I take it you will be adding more services to your little business?" Susan asked with a grin, as I sat in thought then finally admitted that I was thinking about adding a calf massage to the foot massage.

"So how much extra are you going to charge for that?" Susan asked as I sat shaking my head and explained that it was going to be a freebee.

"Well then I guess I had better sample that then....hadn't I?" Susan said with a teasing grin before telling me to go home and get my gear.

Heading home then grabbing my bag, I raced over to Susan's then watched as Susan sat down on the sofa in front of me with her pyjama's and dressing gown on.

"Eh, I think your going to have to roll you're trouser legs up" I said, watching Susan look down at the long pyjama's then realise what she had done.

"Be right back!" Susan said then appeared back with a knee length nightie on and then finally flopped down on the sofa.

Lifting her right leg up onto my lap, Susan sat watching as I started to work some of the scented oils onto her leg then slowly started to massage her calf gently.

"Shit Craig, that feels amazing.....you could make a fortune" Susan gasped as she sat slouched on the sofa with her eyes shut enjoying the tenderness of my hands as they worked at her muscles.

For ten minutes Susan lay groaning gently as she gasped about needing luxuries like this more often, working down onto her feet, I had hardly started the other leg when Paul arrived then stood shaking his head at the fact that Susan hadn't served up his dinner.

Susan just made a flippant remark about the fact that I had finished learning about massage and that if her leg massage was anything to go by then she was going to pay for a full body massage too.

Suddenly Paul seemed to flip out about Susan letting some stupid kid ogle her naked body then groaned "over my dead body will that happen"

Needless to say, within seconds I was in the middle of world war three and decided to retreat quickly as Susan stood shouting about Paul and his perverted mind.

Heading home, I explained to my mum that I had inadvertently caused world war three between Paul and Susan, it didn't take my mum long to explain that Paul and Susan already had marital problems and the argument wasn't anything to do with me.

By 8pm, Dawn had appeared at my house and explained that she had walked in during an argument and decided just to head back out again. I sat explaining what had happened as Dawn sat shaking her head then explained that her dad was jealous of any guy that even looked at her mum, but recently they were starting to argue quite a bit more.

"My mum said that she isn't going to put up with his shit much longer, if he keeps going the way he's going, then my mum will just pack his bags and dump his sorry ass out on the street" Dawn said then explained that Susan had done the same with her real dad and the guy after him.

Heading over to Dawn's on Christmas day, Dawn appeared with my Christmas present then suddenly Susan disappeared before returning with a small gift wrapped box, Susan had bought me a small diary and expensive pen to help my little sideline business without telling Paul.

Within ten minutes Dawn and I were heading down to the local grocers for shopping, before returning to one almighty argument.

"Come on, lets go over to your place" Dawn said as Susan stood screaming at Paul, admitted I had seen them both having little snipes at each other, but in the past month I had witness two proper fights.

I couldn't help but feel that I had some part to play in all this stupid fighting and explained that to Dawn, then listened as Dawn explained that she had a chat with her mum in work, her mum finally admitted that she no longer loved Paul and that they hadn't had sex in well over two months.

It was more information than I really wanted, Yet Dawn assured me that it was nothing to do with me, and that she would be surprised if Paul was still with her mum before the new years bells sounded.

To both our surprise, Susan finally kicked Paul out two weeks after New Year. Dawn sat explaining about one of the guys in work dropping her mum off while Susan's car was in the garage, and suddenly Paul flipped and accused her of sleeping with everybody and anybody...including me.

Sitting there shocked as Dawn explained, Dawn just laughed then finally sniggered "like I could see my mum and you together"

"Oh thanks" I said listening to dawn add, "you know what I mean....my mum likes younger guys, but come on, I think you are just a little too young" Dawn laughed then sat explaining what her mum had said later that night about Paul's paranoia getting the better of him and how he was making her life a misery.

Yet what I had quickly noticed was, even though Susan had put out Paul after ten years together, it seemed that she was more contented in herself and even seemed more relaxed without Paul around.

Suddenly within a few days of Paul leaving, Susan had started to invite workmates back to her house to try a foot and leg massage, things had gotten so bad that I had to take a trip into Edinburgh to buy larger bottles of aromatherapy oils.

Standing in the herbalist shop I stood in awe at all the products available on the market, one of our core subjects was aromatherapy and although I didn't take a great interest in it, I realised that with the right aromatherapy oils it could make the massage even more enjoyable.

Needless to say, I picked up a few of the more popular oils and even managed to get a set of four massage stones on offer, admitted I was a bit sceptical about the practise of using hot and cold stones as a form of massage but hey if it worked then great.

Although when I headed to the cash desk and paid just short of a hundred pounds little did I realise that one of the oils that I had picked up would give me an experience that would lead to a whole new world.

Heading home then decanting the oils into smaller bottles, my bag had become significantly heavier, yet within two weeks, my mum had managed to catch a cold and lay on the sofa moaning and groaning about her blocked nose and the general aches and pains that she had.

"Listen mum, if you want I can give you a massage with one of the oils" I said explaining that eucalyptus and peppermint oil was supposed to work really well for colds and flu.

Explaining that if I gave her a back massage then told my dad what to do at the front, at the very least is would give her some relief from her symptoms.

At first my mum was a little sceptical but as the night wore on, it was obvious that she was feeling rather miserable.

"Listen, you don't need to strip right off or anything" I said as I sat rather surprised listening to my dad agree that maybe she should let me at least try and help her.

Rather reluctantly my mum finally agreed then headed to turn the heating up full blast before heading for a bath. Just over an hour later my mum appeared into the living room then asked what she needed to wear.

"Well pyjama bottom's will be fine and if you wear one of your bikini tops then I can do your back" I said feeling rather awkward about giving my own mother a massage, sure it was completely innocent, but then again it was my own mum that I was going to be touching.

Heading through to her bedroom five minutes later, my dad sat watching as I started to gently massage her back with the eucalyptus oil, listening to the grunts and groans coming from my mum, my dad sat laughing then finally remarked that I shouldn't have offered to give her a massage, because by the sounds of it, there was a good chance that my mum would be looking for a repeat performance.

"Oh Dan, you wouldn't believe how relaxing this is" my mum groaned to my dad with her face stuffed into the pillow, admitted the aroma in the room at times was over powering, yet it was obvious by the suddenly lack of constant sniffing that it seemed to be working.

By the time I had finished doing my mum's back, shoulders, neck and arms, my mum was almost asleep. Explaining to my dad that if he just rubbed the oil in gently to her chest and stomach, the aroma would drift up to her nose.

"Eh what about...well... you know...." My dad stopped then gave a nervous smile as I listened to my mum's muffled laughter through the pillow then watched as she turned her head and smiled.

"I think what he is trying to ask is what if some gets on my boobs" My mum said as I gave a really nervous laugh then explained that the oil could go almost anywhere on the body except for the eyes, mouth and any other intimate part that secreted fluid. I just couldn't think of how to explain what I wanted to say, after all I was talking about my mum.

"Oh right, I see...." My dad said then stepped over to the bed. Heading out of the bedroom, I listened to small groans coming from my parent's room before turning up the television. Needless to say, I didn't see my parents for the rest of the evening; my mum had even fallen asleep with the oils still on her body.

Yet by the following night, my mum had talked me into showing my dad what to do to give a good massage. Heading to my bed at 10pm, I listened to my mum lying groaning in the room next to me then finally decided to turn on the television as the groans suddenly started to take a twist that I didn't like the sound of. It was bad enough waking during the night and listening to them having sex, every few months but, I had just given them more reasons to be playful.

Let's face it no self respecting nineteen year old wants to admit that their parents still have a very healthy sex life in the early forties, never mind having to listen to them go at it during the night, and the fact that the walls of our house were paper thin didn't help matters any.

Yet that one massage was going to work to my advantage, within a couple of days my mum was back to normal and waxing lyrically to all her friends about how great her body massage was and how the eucalyptus oil worked a treat at clearing her blocked nose.

Heading over to dawns a few days later, Susan sat explaining what my mum had told her, and then finally came right out and asked if I would be interested in giving her a massage.

"Well yeah, but the thing is...well it's rather intimate....well that sort of depends what you want" I groaned nervously watching Susan laugh then give me a long stare.

"Okay, tell you what, you tell me everything that you can do and I'll tell you what I want" Susan said with a teasing smile.

Pointing out the basics of back shoulder neck and arms, I explained that I could do leg massages and buttocks too, before finally groaning "well actually, anywhere that you have muscles, then you can have a massage" I said then without realising what I was doing I let my eyes drift down to her works jacket then stared at her breasts.

"Ah now I see...because I'm dawn's mum, you're a bit worried...that...well it might make me uncomfortable" Susan said with a smile as I sat shaking my head then finally admitted that in the class we had used live models and a stupid rubbery mannequin for the more intimate stuff.

"More intimate stuff?" Susan asked with a grin as I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me.

"Well yeah, one of the full body massages covers...well...the full body" I said watching her laugh then ask "the full body?" it wasn't what she had asked that gave away what she was thinking, but more the way she asked it.

"Well yeah, you can sort of....you know...but you've got to be careful" I said watching Susan laugh, although I couldn't help but notice that she was intrigued.

"So you've never actually done a full massage?" Susan asked as I sat shaking my head then realised that Dawn would be home at any minute.

"Well no, it sort of requires a great deal of trust" I said watching Susan laugh then finally ask what I would be comfortable doing.

"Well, that sort of depends on what you want?" I answered watching her give me a teasing smile then proceed to name the less intimate parts then suddenly stop in thought.

"I take it when you do the front, you do the stomach and...well.... Breasts" Susan asked as I sat nodding feeling the blood rush to my face.

"And you wouldn't have a problem with that?" Susan asked as I shook my head rather unconvincingly.

"Well then I guess you've got your first live victim" Susan said with a cheeky grin that seemed to make me feel even more nervous about what she wanted.

Agreeing to come over two days later while dawn was working her weekend shifts, One part of me wanted to actually get my hands on a willing candidate and get some invaluable experience, yet at the same time this was Dawn's mum we were talking about.

Sure Dawn took after her mum looks wise, Susan was about an inch taller than Dawn and had the same soft of features although Susan was more demure looking and had straight brown hair instead of soft curls. Figure wise Susan wasn't as petite as Dawn, yet she was at a guess, her ideal weight for her height and age, Susan just had a little more shape to her than Dawn. Sure Susan was a decent looking woman in her own right, and I guess that was why I had my misgivings about giving her a massage.

Let's face it, no guy wants to sit massaging a woman's body as he quickly realises that he is deriving too much pleasure from it, especially if it is notable to the willing party that there is a significant bulge in the trousers of the masseuse.

For the next couple of days, I sat trying to work out what was the best way to engage this, without deriving too much pleasure from the whole experience. Let's face it, I wouldn't be too good at my job if I couldn't separate the sexual aspect from the intimate touching that I was performing, it was times like that, I wished that I had a little more sexual experience in the hope that the female form wouldn't hold so much wonder about it.

Heading over to Susan's just after lunchtime on the Saturday, Susan was busy hanging out a washing as I walked out to the back garden.

"So you've finally decided to show up" Susan said with a grin as I stood giving a gentle nod.

"Give me a couple of minutes then I'll be straight in" Susan added then continued to nod gentle. Stepping into the house, I stood looking at the rectangle shaped dinner table at the back of the living room then realised that rather than doing the massage on the floor, the table was more than sturdy enough to take Susan comfortably.

"Right...all done" Susan said stepping into the living room as I unpacked my small containers of oil onto the black wooden table.

"So where do you want to do this?" Susan asked as I explained that the table would take her body comfortably and it would give me easier mobility.

Susan joked about the table being cold against her bare skin as I suggested that she place a towel underneath just to stop the oils from dripping onto the table.

"Now Craig, are you sure you want to do this?" Susan asked as I stood nodding timidly as Susan continued "listen, when you get to my age...well....lying topless as a guy gropes me, doesn't exactly bother me" Susan said as I tried to think of something to say, although Susan was determined to finish her sentence.

"The thing is, what I'm trying to say is....if it gets too uncomfortable for you, then just let me know....it's not a problem" Susan said with a reassuring smile, it felt like she had read my mind over the past couple of days.

"The thing is....if I want to be able to do this, then....well I have to get used to...well the intimate side of things" I mumbled watching Susan nod then give me a smile.

"Just so that we're clear with each other" Susan said as I stood nodding sheepishly.

"Okay, so what should I wear...you know to make it easier for you?" Susan asked as I explained that she could either wear a short pair of shorts and a bikini top or bra.

"so you're not going to give me a bum rub then?" Susan asked with a teasing laugh as I realised that Susan was trying to use humour to defuse the situation, and failing miserably in the process.

"Well, if that's what you want, but...well it can be a little embarrassing....you know" I said watching susan nod then start to head towards the living room door as she added "tell you what I'll see that I've got".

Sitting down on the sofa and letting out a nervous gasp as I heard susan's footsteps on the floor above, I listened as Susan shouted down and asked me to close the blinds. Closing both sets of blinds then sitting back down, I had hardly got my butt down on the sofa as Susan stepped into the living room with a large bath towel wrapped round her body.

"You realise I'm naked under this" Susan said with a teasing smile then reading the shock on my face before adding quickly "Craig, I'm teasing".

"Actually I'm topless, but if memory serves me correctly you saw me topless in Spain" Susan said with a subtle smile as I nodded then mumbled about trying not to look.

Watching Susan pull at the knot in the front of the large white bath towel, Susan let the towel fall away from her breasts, as my eyes immediately dropped to her medium sized breasts and soft nipples.

Before I had a chance to have a decent look susan had turned and started to lean over the table as she spread the bath towel over the table, allowing me a good look at her toned ass covered with a thin sheet of yellow bikini cloth.

"Don't I need a pillow or something" Susan asked as I stood nodding then realised that Susan still had her back to me before grunting "Well yeah, I could go and get one if you want?"

"Sure sweetie, but if you hear a crash don't worry it's just me falling off this damned table" Susan said with a teasing tone as I scurried upstairs and grabbed a pillow from Dawn's room then raced back down to find Susan spread out on the table with her head resting on her arms.

"Thanks love, now be a dear and switch the kettle on" Susan joked as I stood laughing then looked at the bottles before explaining what each one of them were supposed to do.

"Lavender sounds good to me" Susan said fixing dawn's pillow as I stood pouring the oil onto my hands then pressed then tentatively pressed my hands against Susan's shoulder blades.

"our lecturer says that if we talk to the client then it helps then feel more comfortable, but then again, what do you talk about with your best friends mum?" I said with a laugh then injected "especially when she's lying semi naked in front of you?"

Susan just gave a petty little giggle then said "you know I never thought of it like that"

"Okay tell me why you chose to do this sort of thing in the first place?" Susan said as my hands started to caress her velvety soft skin. Standing there telling her about the fact that decent masseuses could charge up to twenty five quid per session for a full body massage and that if I done twenty a week then I could make five hundred quid. Before I knew it I was also adding that even if I didn't want to do it full time and chose to do another job then I could use it to make pocket money.

Standing there working away as I listened to the occasional soft groan from Susan, I stood doing most of the talking as susan lay with her face in the pillow applying a little more pressure into her shoulders, I listened as Susan let out a groan of pain then turned her head to the side and started to explain that because she lifted heavy boxes all day she got quite a bit of pain from her shoulders.

Susan stopped then opened her eyes and looked over at me before adding softly "well my shoulders and chest" Susan said as I watched her eyes stare at me.

Within seconds I realised that the boring class about muscle groups and anatomy had come in handy after all, Explaining about the different muscles used in lifting, I added that maybe Susan should think about going to the gym and toning up to stop damaging her muscles in work.

"You think that would help?" Susan asked as I stood nodding then listened as Susan started to explain where she felt most of her pain, like all people in manual jobs the major muscles were affected the most, although I couldn't help but give a little smile as Susan explained that sometimes she occasionally had an ache and pain in her butt cheeks.

"listen to me, I sound like an old and decrepit horse ready for the glue factory" Susan sneered as she opened her eyes and then gave me a smile as I teased my hands down both her sides centimetres from the sides of her breasts.

"Sorry, I'm not trying to touch you up, it's just part of the massage" I said meekly watching Susan smile then nod before staring at me deep in thought.

"Craig, can I ask you something?" Susan said continuing to gaze at me behind her as I stood kneading my palms into her shoulders.

"Sure, fire away" I replied then watched as Susan suddenly rolled round to face me as I quickly glanced at her face unsure where to look.

"is it me that makes you feel awkward, or am I missing something?" Susan asked as I stood feeling pretty intimidated at such a personal question before finally stuttering that even in class I was a little reluctant to stray to close to the intimate areas of our guinea pig.

"So would I be right in guessing that you don't...you know....have much experience" Susan asked as I quickly realised what she was getting at, at first I thought she meant about massage then quickly the penny dropped.

Standing there shaking my head, I finally mumbled "don't get me wrong...I'm not a virgin....but....well" I stopped watching Susan nod then smile.

"Craig, give me your hand" Susan said in an stern, yet reassuring voice as I lifted my right hand then watched as she guided it to her right breast then added "now squeeze"

closing my hand around her warm soft breast rather tentatively, I watched as Susan smiled then finally said "now, the way I see it, you've touched them properly, so I guess there shouldn't be a problem from now on, well, if you brush against them.....right?" Susan asked with a teasing little smile as I stood nodding then realised that I was still cupping her breast.

Surely she had noticed that my face had turned all shades of red, as I stood groping her chest. Pulling my hand away reluctantly, Susan rolled back over onto her stomach then settled back into her relaxed position.

"listen it's not like it bothers me....you know touching someone....it's just in case that they get the wrong idea...and...well....think that I'm trying to touch them up" I said listening to Susan laugh then reply "you never know, some of your clients might enjoy a little teasing doing a massage"

Standing there with a stunned look on my face as Susan looked round then grinned Susan finally added "not me....but you never know....do you know what I mean?" Susan asked as I stood nodding then returned to her shoulders and back.

"I guess in your job, well the first time with a new person must be the hardest, well...think about it....for talking sake, say you explain to a woman that you will massage her breasts...and when you go to do it, she tenses right up, what would you do?" Susan asked as I stood nodding then finally explained that I would explain to them before it, that if they felt uncomfortable then they should tell me.

"But what if they feel stupid saying?" Susan asked with a teasing smile as I stood nodding, she had a point and it wasn't something that we had really covered from that perspective at college.

"Well I guess I would try and shift away from there without making it too obvious" I said with a cheeky little laugh as Susan let out a little giggle.

"Okay another question for you....say you started to massage a woman then...you know...you suddenly realised that....well.....she was enjoying it a little too much?" Susan asked as I watched her turn her head almost straining to look at me as I continued to work the middle of her back.

"Well what can you do, other than pretend that you don't notice, I mean, it's not like I would stop....you know, just because I know that" I said watching a silly little smile on Susan's face.

"You can see where I'm coming from can't you?" Susan said as I stood nodding.

"The thing is, there has to be trust on both ends, if I didn't know you and trust you, do you honestly think I would be lying here like this?" Susan said as I finally realised what she was getting at.

"Well no, I doubt it" I said watching Susan give a feint smile then finally add "Craig, if I didn't think I could handle it then I wouldn't have offered to let you give me a massage, and trust me, if I suddenly feel uncomfortable about anything then don't worry, I will let you know" Susan said as I stood nodding, getting the message loud and clear.

Standing there working away, as Susan finally pressed her face back into the pillow, I listened to the small groans of pleasure as I stood working at the base of her back, then started to run my hands up the centre of her back before sliding them down her sides catching her breasts then letting out a gentle laugh then groaning "Sorry".

"You just saying that in the hope that I will let you grope me again" Susan said as I stood shaking my head then finally replied "okay, point taken".

Standing there working away it seemed that her statement had eased some of the tension as I stood realising that with each brush of my fingers against the side of her breast was starting to instil a little life into my flaccid cock.

Starting to babble away about the course work that I was doing, I stood trying to take my mind off of what I was doing. Within fifteen minutes I had done Susan's back and arms and then finally explained that I was going to do her legs.

"It's your call, you know what your doing" Susan groaned into the pillow as I started to oil up my hands as the pungent aroma of lavender hung heavily in the air.

Standing to her left hand side, I wrapped my hands around her leg then started to push from her calf up to her knee coating her leg in the oil, listening to the gentle groans from Susan, I stood there admiring the nicely tones legs then realised that the demands of her job must have contributed to her toned legs.

Working away at her tight calf muscle for about five minutes, I finally grabbed the oil then added more to my hand before dropping them down onto the back of her upper leg.

"Eh Susan just to let you know, I'll try and go as far as I can....you know without....you know, touching you...just let me know if...well" I stopped listening to Susan laugh then turn her face towards me.

"Craig, just get on with it, if I have a problem, then I'll let you know" Susan said keeping her eyes shut as she spoke.

Pushing my hands up from the back of her knee, my right hand ran up the inside of her leg and my left hand ran up the outside, Susan instinctively opened her legs slightly as my hands caught her, almost closed legs.

Continuing to drive my hands up her leg as my thumbs worked up her hamstring Susan let out a small groan then hissed "You know, I could get used to this" as my hands finally made it up to the top of her left leg, as I carefully stopped my right hand from brushing against her bikini bottoms.

Sliding my right hand round the outside of her leg coating round the perimeter of her bikini line, I started to work my thumbs down her ham string then returned to my starting position to repeat the process.

Yet within a couple of strokes, I had pushed my right hand up just fractionally too far and felt my index finger gently brush against a couple of stray pubic hairs as I slid my hand round to her ham string.

"Sorry, didn't mean that" I said as the thought seemed to course through my mind of what had just happened.

"Don't worry, it doesn't bother me" Susan groaned as I watched her talk with her eyes shut. Realising that the moment had passed, I started to work my thumbs down her ham string again.

Stopping at the back of Susan's knee, I quickly positioned my hand then suddenly I listened as Susan finally added "Well actually, if you really must know, it's quite relaxing if the hairs are tickled properly"

Looking up at Susan with her eyes shut, I didn't know what to make of her comment, did she just say that she wanted me to do it again, or was she just making a point, I couldn't really be sure.

Sliding my hands back up her legs, I quickly stopped before her pubic hair then returned to the start before guiding my hand back up her leg then gently brushing my finger back against the few stray hairs that crept from her bikini bottoms, as I listened to Susan let out an almost inaudible groan of pleasure.

Repeating the same thing a few times, I had to know for definite, wrapping my hands around the back of Susan's knee, I finally mumbled nervously "Well what do you prefer?"

Standing there trying to make sure that my hands didn't tremble at the thought of what I was doing, Susan finally opened her eyes then gave a feint smile then asked softly "have I told you not to do it?" Shaking my head Susan smiled then added "so what do you think?"

Giving a gentle nod, Susan closed her eyes as I started to push my hands back up her legs then finally brushed against the stray pubic hairs as I listened to Susan let out a small groan.

Within a few strokes I had finally built up the courage to see how far I could actually push it before I provoked a reaction out of Susan, up until that point I had stopped short of the outline of her bikini, and also managed to give a few millimetres of clearance with my finger. Sliding my hand back up her leg, I slowly brushed my hand into her public hairs then allowed my finger to tease up a fraction of a centimetre further without actually brushing her yellow bikini bottoms.

Unbelievably, that further fraction seemed to take in slightly more hairs than I had been catching before. Sliding my hand away from the hairs, I listened as Susan let out a gentle gasp of air then groaned, "You don't have to worry about touching my bikini"

Staring straight at Susan, as I pulled my hands back down. Other than her words Susan didn't even give me any sort of reaction as she lay there with her face to the side, with her eyes closed.

In a split second so many questions had gone through my mind, was Susan trying to prove some sort of point, or was she actually enjoying the gentle tickling of my finger against her pubic hairs.

Guiding my hands back up her legs I was about to find out and take my biggest step yet. Sliding my hand up to her bikini then brushing my finger against the edge of the material, I felt my finger quickly brush against a dense patch of pubic hairs, then listened as Susan let out a small moan of pleasure.

Within another couple of strokes, I stood listening in shock as Susan groaned "you know if you moved my costume slightly, then maybe you could stroke some more hairs"

Yet again Susan didn't even open her eyes as she spoke, standing there side on to her as I guided my hands nervously to her bikini then pushed gently at the thin material, I watched as more pubic hairs fell free from her costume, I could almost feel my hands shaking with nerves as I turned then looked at Susan desperate to ask a question that I had wanted to ask for at least a couple of minutes.

"Do you just want me to tickle right now?" I asked nervously watching Susan give a gentle nod without giving any facial expression at all.

Leaning over the table as my hard cock pressed firmly against my trousers, I started to slide my index finger down through the thatch of hair as Susan let out a gentle moan, sliding my fingers back up, I watched as Susan opened her legs fractionally allowing me better access to the free flowing hair.

Standing there brushing my finger up and down the pubic hairs, I stood looking at her ass covered in those revealing yellow bottoms and realised that this whole incident was going to give me months of fantasy material.

Within a minute what had started out as brushing had quickly turned into tickling as my finger teased up and down her pubic hairs as Susan lay on the table motionless, allowing the occasional moan and groan to escape her lips.

"You know it's nicer if you do the front" Susan said as I turned to watch her open her eyes then give me a feint smile before adding "if you don't want to, I will understand" Susan said looking down the table at me, as I stood like a fish out of water nodding.

Watching Susan roll away from me then turn over onto her back, I stood watching her medium breasts come into view as Susan struggled to fix the towel then slowly spread her legs as I looked at the feint outline of her pussy against the thin material, in an instant just that one image sent a jolt through my already stiff cock.

Susan finally lay back, then closed her eyes as I stood looking at the small strands of brown hair hanging just outside the yellow material.

Dropping my right hand down to her leg then tentatively sliding my finger up and down the hairs gently, Susan let out a groan then gasped "I love getting tickled there" standing there admiring the feint outline of her pussy, as my finger continued to toy with Susan's pubic hairs, I had lost all sense of reason.

In no time, I was picturing myself dropping my head between her legs, then sliding her costume to the side before lapping gently at her womanhood, within seconds a thousands thoughts and feelings coursed through my brain as I watched my finger continue to tease her pubic hairs, I was desperate to push my hard cock between her legs and feel her pussy wrap around me.

"Oh hell" I groaned without even realising what I was saying then quickly turned realising that Susan was lying there smiling at me.

"You know you could move my bikini slightly, if you wanted to" Susan said softly with a reassuring smile before closing her eyes.

Dropping my hand onto the towel then wiping the last of the oil from my fingers, I finally guided my left hand over to the right leg of Susan's costume then pressed at the tight material gently before starting to tickle slightly closer to Susan's pussy as the abundance of hairs seemed to drive me on.

"Oh yeah that really nice" Susan groaned as I stood tickling up and down the dense thatch, realising that my left hand was resting gently against her moist labia as my finger held onto the material.

Letting out another groan as my right finger pushed slightly further in, feeling the slight dip of skin as I continued to tease Susan's hairs, I listened as Susan let out a gentle sigh then quickly followed it with a groan.

"Craig, pull then right back" Susan sighed softly as I looked up at her face then watched as Susan opened her eyes then nodded before closing her eyes back over.

Grasping the damp material then pulling it gently away from her pussy before pulling it over to her left leg, I stood watching as Susan's beautifully lubricated folds of skin appeared before my very eyes.

Taking in the thick patch of brown hairs that covered her reddish pink folds of skin, I guided my right finger tentatively over to her moist lips then slowly started to follow the moist outline of her labia, trying to tickle her folds without actually penetrating.

With a few gentle strokes up and down Susan's moist lips, my mouth was finally saying things without checking with my brain.

"Can I take them off" I said with a deep sigh then listened as Susan let out a soft gasp "you can do what you want" then whispered "anything you want"

walking round to the bottom of the table then sliding my hands into the side of Susan's bikini, Susan quickly lifted her hips then let me slip her bikini bottoms off before sliding down the table slightly, placing her feet flat on the table as she prized open her legs as I stood staring in awe.

Guiding both my hands back to Susan's beautiful pussy, as I started to stroke up and down her moist lips, Susan lay on the table taking long slow gasps of breath as my fingers continued to tease her.

Guiding my left hand up to the top of her moist lips, I finally summoned the courage to press my index and middle finger against each soft fold of skin then slowly started to prize them apart as I watched a small string of Susan's nectar

Stretch like a band between her red lips then quickly snap almost sending me over the edge at the sight. Guiding my right hand up through the reddish pink moist skin, as Susan lay breathing deeply on the table, I finally pressed gently as the white bulbous spot that hung invitingly from the top of her pussy, almost instantly Susan let out a gentle sigh as I stood drawing small circles around her blood filled clit, while Susan lay gasping for the Lavender soaked air.

"Craig, please....kiss me" Susan whispered with a gasp. Suddenly I was about to break new ground, sure I had been with several other girls, although most of it comprised of mutual masturbation and even penetrative sex on a couple of occasions, yet no girl had ever allowed me to go down on her, let alone taste that wonderful nectar that women had. Sure I was nervous, I had never tasted it, what happens if I don't like the taste, can I just stop and apologise.

Within a split second all these thoughts had bombarded my testosterone filled brain as I tentatively lowered my head forward then pulled my right finger away at the very last second, as my tongue pressed gently against Susan's clit.

All too quickly I had my answer; it was a combination of lavender and a sweet syrup that teased my taste buds. Wagging the tip of my tongue up and down Susan's clit, I listened to Susan gasp frantically at the warm air for a few seconds then groan "Craig, put your finger in"

Lying with my head between Susan's wonderful legs, as my tongue continued to build up a steady pace, Susan lay on the table almost thrusting her hips into my face as her pubic hairs tickled my nose and cheeks. Guiding my right hand down to the bottom of her pussy then pressing gently, I felt Susan's moist pussy slowly part as two of my fingers gently plunged into a warm pool of nectar, enjoying the sensation as Susan's pussy quickly clamped round my delighted fingers.

"Oh Craig, I'm going to cum" Susan hissed as she continued to rock her hips gently, sliding my fingers in as far as she could take I pulled back then gave another heavy thrust as Susan let out a groan of lust, in the space of seconds my fingers were working Susan's drenched pussy like a jack hammer as my tongued now slammed violently against her clit. Looking up for the first time in about a minute, I watched in shock as Susan lay squeezing her soft breasts as her fingers tweaked at her rock solid nipples, letting out a low groan it was the final image that pushed me over the edge as I felt my cock spring to life as my hot seed started to coat my boxer shorts.

"Oh Craig, I'm cumming" Susan moaned then suddenly I watched as Susan finally erupted in an intense twitch as her orgasm ploughed through her beautiful body. Pulling my head away just in time I watched as Susan quickly thrust her legs shut trapping my fingers inside her spasming pussy, while Susan lay basking in a heavy orgasm.

Yet all too quickly Susan slowly started to open her legs as I finally pulled my fingers from her spent pussy, listening to the gentle gasps coming from Susan's mouth.

"Oh hell Craig...that was amazing" Susan moaned then slowly lifted her head then gave me a deft little smile.

"You realise that I hadn't planned on letting you go that far" Susan grinned as I stood nodding watching her drop her head back onto the pillow.

Susan lay silently staring at the ceiling then after about a minute finally sat up as I stared at her soft breasts, as Susan gave me a teasing smile then said "You know, it's rude of a woman not to repay the compliment" Susan said looking down at my now deflating bulge.

"Eh, can we save it, for another time, I need to go home and change my boxer shorts" I said meekly watching the apologetic look on Susan's face as she finally said "Sure honey, anything you want, you just say...okay?" Susan said then raised her hand to my face then stroked my cheek gently.

"I guess I had better go and have a shower and get dressed; will you be here when I come back down?" Susan asked as I shook my head then looked down at my trousers.

"Oh yeah....right" Susan said with a smile then hopped off the table before grabbing her yellow bikini bottoms then quickly slipped them back on before asking me to close the door properly before I left.

Heading home, I couldn't be sure what the fall out of our little adventure would be, would Susan come to regret letting me go too far or did she really mean it about letting me have my fun....only time would tell