The Masseur Knows Too Much

Chapter 006

Full body massages were usually conducted without clothing in the way, and I pressed my lips together, trying to find a tactful way to tell Donna what to do. However, she undressed without any hesitation or instruction at all. Deftly, she unbuttoned her pajama top, letting it slide off her shoulders. She was not wearing a bra, and I could see how her nipples began to peak and stiffen upon being exposed to the cool air. Her hands went to the waistband of her pajama shorts, and she pushed them down over the curve of her hips, letting them drop to the floor before she stepped out of it.

“I’m ready, Logan,” Donna called, lying down on her front. My pulse was racing as I approached her, standing by the side of the bed. My eyes ran down the line of her back and lingered on the curve of her ass. Just do the massage! I told myself sternly.

“I can’t wait,” Donna said softly. That was all the encouragement I needed. I gritted my teeth and rubbed my hands to warm them before starting with her neck and back. She was quite tense, which was a bit of a surprise. I had not expected her to experience a significant amount of stress. Gently, I kneaded the knots I could find in her neck, shoulders, and back, taking care to avoid putting too much pressure on her midsection since she had had indigestion earlier.

Gradually, Donna relaxed under my hands. As I worked my way through to the soles of her feet, then her legs and her arms, I felt as though she were turning to putty. Her little groans of discomfort had tapered off into quiet exhalations of pleasure by the time I told her to turn over so that I could massage her stomach again.

“I thought the stomach wasn’t included in a full body massage,” she murmured as she rolled over and repositioned herself.

“Since you experience indigestion frequently, I think giving you a massage to promote digestion will help,” I explained, and Donna agreed with a slow, brief nod. I put my palm right over her navel, rocking it gently from side to side to get her used to the motion before I began working in gradually widening circles clockwise. Unlike before, Donna was unable to keep quiet. As I massaged away the knots I could feel in her abdomen, her lips parted and she moaned softly in pleasure. Every time another moan slipped from her lips, my heart would palpitate so hard I thought I would explode.

The massage took more than an hour, and I was dripping in sweat by the time I was done. I sneaked a peek at her face, glad that her eyes were closed. The physical exertion had not dampened the arousal I felt, as having her naked before me was such a tantalizing sight.

Donna sighed in satisfaction and said, “Logan, thanks a lot. For the first time in a long time, my stomach feels good.”

“I’m glad,” I told her honestly. “I didn’t know you were carrying that much tension in your body.” Her eyes blinked open, and I put a hand over my crotch immediately. Seeing her breasts heave as she moaned had given me an erection to rival the previous night’s, and my face flushed red instantly.

Instead of making a scene, Donna sat up and hugged me tightly.

“Logan, thank you for the massage. It has been a long day for you. Why don’t you just sleep here?” invited Donna.

I was startled by her offer, and I looked at her in surprise. She seemed a little embarrassed, but she did not take the offer back. “It’s okay. You can sleep here. I will wake you up tomorrow.”

I wanted to leave immediately, but Donna was still holding me. “Logan, I trust you,” she said suddenly. Without any other reason to disagree, I nodded. Only then did she let go of me and get dressed once again. After she had put her pajama top and shorts back on, she turned off the lights and lay down next to me.

“Goodnight, Martin,” Donna murmured. Very quickly, within the next five minutes, her breathing became deep and even, and I knew she was asleep. At least the massage worked, I thought as I lay next to her, sleepless. Her deep breathing echoed in my ears, sounding very loud in the quiet stillness of the room. I could not help thinking about how I had seen Martin and Donna making out and having sex on this bed. The sheets had been changed since then, but I could not help reliving that moment, putting me in Martin’s position instead.

“Logan, don’t worry. I will help you find you a girlfriend,” Donna muttered out of the blue. She rolled over to face away from me, clearly talking in her sleep. I, too, tried to calm down and will my erection away.

When I woke up the next day, Donna was gone. I went out of the room and saw she had gotten up to prepare food, so there was already breakfast waiting for me although she had left for work, too.

That’s exactly the life I have been dreaming of, I thought. Having a girlfriend to prepare breakfast for me like this would be great. I smiled brightly before tucking in.

After I had finished breakfast, I went to work. Shortly after I arrived at the massage parlor, I heard a familiar voice calling me. “Logan Reed!”

I frowned. It was Lola’s voice! Upon turning around, I saw that Donna was standing beside Lola. I did not dare to acknowledge her. “Hi, Lola,” I greeted. If I had greeted Donna too, they would discover I was no longer blind.

“Logan, I want you to give me a massage,” Lola commanded. Then, she added, “Who else is as good as you? My friend needs one too”

A fellow masseur, Steven Miller, stepped forward and walked up to Donna. “Hey, gorgeous. Allow me to be of service!”

Donna glanced at Steven before looking at me and with a slight frown. There was clearly something on her mind. What brought her here out of the blue? Why did she come to get a massage? I wondered.

Lola grabbed my hand and said, “Come on. Let’s go!”

“What kind of massage do you want?” I asked curtly after she had yanked me into the massage room I had exited earlier. Why did she ask for me for herself and leave Donna to someone else? I thought. I don’t quite trust Steven with Donna.

“Are you unhappy about giving me a massage? Fine! Go and get me someone else, then!” Lola complained, crossing her arms and tapping her foot.

Damn it! She’s going to get me into trouble! The massage parlor had very strict rules. If any of our clients lodged a complaint against us, the cost of their massage would come out of my salary. Last month, another masseur had been fired because he had received three complaints.

Hurriedly, I apologized to Lola and explained that I was just startled that she had shown up at my workplace and asked for me. Mollified, she took off all her clothes. Sure enough, Lola had an incredible body. She even did a twirl in front of me, but I remained still, pretending that I could not see.

She turned to lie prone on the bed, but I did not move. Since she thinks I’m blind, I had better keep up the pretense and turn it up, I thought. Before I could open my mouth, she opened hers.

“I want a full body massage! Get over here now. You had better do a good job!” she barked. Suppressing a sigh, I began working on her neck, back, and shoulders, the same way I had started with Donna. Ten minutes later, she sat up abruptly and flung my hands aside. “Logan Reed, do you call yourself a masseur? What are you massaging?”

I was already unhappy about being stuck with her, since she had fobbed Donna off on someone else. Now that she was raising her voice at me, I became even more annoyed.

“You wanted a full body massage, so I’m giving you a full body massage!” I retorted. “That includes the neck, the shoulders, the back, your feet, and your limbs!” Lola snorted, crossing her arms under her breasts to push them out a little.

“Don\'t you want to touch a woman?” she said brazenly. I was stunned. What did Lola mean by that?