Ray's massage leads to more, much more pleasure for Suzi

Since my marriage ended I’ve been on a get fit binge which has resulted in my health and sexual well-being improved dramatically. I tell you the gym is the place to find hot guys – yeah guys, that shocked you admit it, you were expecting this to be a story from some steroid pumping jock. Well, if that was what you’re after, I’m sorry to disappoint you. I’m a late thirties mousey blonde legal secretary. My name’s Suzanna, and like I said I’m now single after 10 years of marriage, a marriage that was very much on his terms. He dominated me, messing my life up. But now I’m the one in control and I love it!

It was, Carly, one of the other secretaries who told me about the gym. It’s a low-key place, thankfully there aren’t too many guys, and girls, pumping iron insanely in an attempt to look, well god knows what they are hoping to end up like, I can tell you it definitely doesn’t work for me. That said, there are plenty of guys working out who look pretty fit to me. And I have to admit, as the old song says, “I must admit I’ve taken some pleasure there”.

I vividly remember the first I met Ray, he was a painter and decorator. He used to come to the gym to help him wind down at the end of the day, he used to spend a lot of time stretching out, and working with small weights. He wasn’t into muscle loading. Luckily he was into me though.

After I kicked the rotten husband out, I found it really difficult to sleep and the gym, which was open 24 hours a day, was my go to place. I could do a full work out, run, cycle, do some weights and try and get in to a state which allowed me to go home and crash out. Late at night the gym is usually pretty deserted, I plug in my music and concentrate on my programme.

This one night I was on one of the running machines and this chap appeared on the machine to my right. I nodded a hello and continued. I’d run about a kilometer when I felt a tap on my arm. It was the chap beside me, I pulled that earbud out to hear what he was saying. “What’s that song”, he asked, “I can’t place it, it’s very familiar though”. “It’s the Foo-fighters", I replied, “Learning to Fly. It’s got a great beat to run to.” “Dammit, so it is”, he shook his head, his dark curly locks covering and then uncovering his bronzed face. “I should really have got that. Thank you! I must be going senile – early onset dementia.” He laughed again. “I’m Ray.” He added, offering his hand, I shook it, he had a firm dry handshake and he didn’t try to crush my hand. His large hand held it just right and for exactly the right amount of time before letting it go. “I’m Suzanne, Suzi”, my cheeks suddenly felt very hot, I thought I might be blushing, but hoped the energy I had been exerting might make them look that way anyway.

“I haven’t seen you here before”, Ray said and then quickly he apologised. “Sorry, I’m being extremely rude, you were clearly in the middle of something. Please, ignore me, go back to your workout, it’s just that you don’t normally find women here at this time of the night.”

“That’s ok”, I was intrigued by him, he had the face and hands of someone who undertook manual work yet his manners were those of an extremely well-educated person. “I’m nearly finished, anyway”.

“Well, then”, Ray looked at me carefully, his brown eyes seemed to bore right into my soul, “maybe I could buy you a juice when you’ve finished”. “Maybe you could”, I offered him a smile and putting the earbud back into my ear I continued on with my run, trying to block out of my mind the man running hard beside me. 15 minutes later I was done, the sweat was running off me, I could feel it between my breasts, dribbling down to my bellybutton, my legs felt heavy and my pants were sticking to me, I was looking forward to peeling them off. The damp patch on the front of my training top was the worst I could remember. As I warmed down I was conscious of Ray doing the same. At the end he stopped too and started to wipe his arms and face with his gym towel.

“What you need right now is a massage, a sports massage, to release the tension in your legs, back and arms. And, if you’re game, it’s your lucky day, I’m a fully qualified masseuse too.” “You’re what?” I looked at him quizzically, “Is there no end to your talents?” “That’s about it, I promise”, Ray was looking a bit embarrassed as if he’d bigged himself up too much. I felt a bit guilty, after all he’d be very kind to offer something that I knew I’d benefit from. “OK”, I said, “You’re on!”

“Excellent!” He jumped off the machine and lightly taking my arm he guided me to the treatment room where I knew, from my induction tour, there was a full set of kit, including a proper massage table. “One problem though.” “What’s that?” I couldn’t hide the disappointment from my voice. “It’s ok”, he said, “but it’s your clothes, those leggings and that top will need to go. There are some towels in the ladies changing room, keep whatever you’re wearing underneath on and then drape the towel around you.“

“Of course!” I felt a bit stupid having given my feelings away so innocently but padded off dutifully to the changing rooms. I took the opportunity to wipe the worst of the sweat away after peeling my top and leggings off. Thank goodness for the sports bra I always wore, but less so for my choice of underwear, a black thong – well avoiding chaffing was always a must!

I gulped down a large cup of water, wrapped the towel around my body and went back to the treatment room. Thankfully its location meant I didn’t have to go through the main gym areas, not that there were many people there but I felt a bit exposed. Ray was leaning against the massage table waiting, he had changed and was now wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of dark blue shorts. “I thought you might have ducked out.” He sounded pleased that I hadn’t. Now that I was back, I felt the same.

“OK,” he got me to jump up onto the t able and lay face down with the towel still wrapped around me. I wiggles around to get comfortable, those face holes are tricky, but eventually I found a sweet spot. “Are you ok if I move the towel around?” “Sure”, I felt a tingle go through my body as Ray gently pulled the towel out from under me, and folded it down my back. I could feel that the string of my thong was still hidden, so I felt ok with this.

“Ah, the sports bra, the bane of the masseuse.” He laughed. “Relax, I can work around it.” He went over to a side table and collected a small bottle. “My own favourite oil. I hope you like it”. He poured a good measure into his hands and came to stand in front of me. I could see his legs through the face hole then I felt pressure on the top of my shoulders. He knew what he was doing. I could feel his thumbs pressing into my muscles, his hands sliding across my shoulders to my arms. He worked his magic on my arms, I could feel the tension evaporating. He got some more oil and moved to work on my back. Despite his skill I could sense he was frustrated by the multiple straps of my bra. “Would it be better if I took it off.” I couldn’t believe I was saying this, I’d only just met this man, I had next to no idea of what he was like, but I did feel confident enough to suggest it. “Well yes, it would make thing a lot simpler, but I totally understand if you want to keep it on.”

I pushed myself into a sitting position. “No, it’s fine.” I said. He turned away from me and I pulled the bra over my head and dropped it on the floor. I lay down again and tried as best to pull the towel over my back. “OK.” I said. Ray turned back and carefully repositioned the towel. A few more drops of oil straight onto my back and then his hands, oh his hands. They were fantastic. As he worked on the various muscle groups I could feel them relaxing. “God that’s amazing.” I told him, more than once. He laughed. “Stop it, you’re putting me off.” I laughed as well. This was fun.

“Time for your legs.” His hands shifted down to my feet and soon my feet, my ankles, and importantly my calves were totally relaxed. He shifted the towel once more, careful to keep my bottom covered, just. Then his hands began to massage my thighs, sliding from my knees almost to my groin. I couldn’t help it, I let out a big sigh. “You like that?” I heard a slight edge to his voice. “Yes, a lot, please don’t stop.” “Ok, I won’t, well not until you tell me to.”

Both my thighs were now sleek with the oil and warm from his touch. Then I felt his hands slide under the towel and begin to knead my glutes, at first I flinched and he withdrew his hands. “Sorry is that too much?” He inquired. I thought about it for a second, “No it’s fine, please don’t stop.” He started again. I was really enjoying this, almost drifting off into another state of pleasure when I heard him say, “Right I need you to roll over and we can work on your quads.”

I was so into the other place that I propped myself up on one elbow and then rolled over. “Whoa!” Ray’s voice brought me back, “Your towel.” He said. “Oh sorry”, I blushed and quickly recovered my dignity with the towel, I giggled to hide my embarrassment and carefully lay down with the towel fully covering all my bits! He coughed, “You have really nice breasts, sorry, but I have to say that, whatever your workout is it’s definitely working.” “Thank you.” I blushed some more.

Ray began to massage my shoulders, the pressure from his hands making them arch my back slightly which of course made my breasts rise up and dislodge the towel slightly! As his hands worked on me the towel began to slide even lower. The movement of his hands and his fingers was giving me all sorts of pleasurable thoughts and I could feel my breathing changing. It had got deeper and slower. When Ray said he needed to get access to my tummy I didn’t hesitate, I rolled the towel down, exposing my own breasts, the nipples suddenly grew harder and when his hands touched my tummy I couldn’t not gasp. He poured a few more drops of oil into my bellybutton and began to spread it around even up towards my cleavage. I could feel my heart rate increasing as his strong hands pushed the oil up there, his palms touching my breasts and then spreading wide across the top of my chest. Then they moved to the area just under my breasts, I could feel them being lifted slightly by his thumbs as his massage continued.

Despite the fact that I was lying there, half naked, in front of a man I’d only just met, strangely I felt totally relaxed and totally in control of the situation. When he said he wanted to finish up on my legs I lifted the towel away from my body, revealing my thong, and dropped it on the floor. Ray's sharp intake of breath highlighted his approval, he kicked the towel out the way.

Starting once again with my feet, something I love, he slowly worked his way up my legs. As I felt his hands coming closer and closer to my groin I found it harder and harder to stay still. When he parted my thighs to massage the very tops of my legs I was sure he could see the wet patch that must by now have started to form on the very bottom of the triangle of my thong. He lifted one leg up slightly and his hands ran right up my leg. His fingers rubbing the skin right next to my pussy. It felt wonderful, the oil made my skin feel so smooth, and the movement of his hands was amazing.

“You have a fantastic body”

“Thank you, you have fantastic hands. I could lie here lapping this up forever.”

His thumbs pressed into the crease where my legs meet my tummy and worked their way down, skimming the edges of my thong, I was in heaven. Then I felt them slip under the thin string at my waist, I didn’t stop him. He started to slide the string down to my hips, the tong began to reveal my bush, still I didn’t stop him. And then it was past my hips and he quickly pulled it down my legs, leaving me totally naked, but totally happy. His right hand slid its way back up my left leg, his fingers traced a line all the way from my toes to my pussy. I knew I was wet down there, and when his fingers brushed against it, I pushed my hips up to meet his hand. He massaged the lips of my pussy, occasionally giving my clit a gentle stroke. He leant down to me and kissed me. It was delicious, my arms went round his neck and I held him tight as his fingers sent tremors of pleasure through me. “Take your clothes off.” I ordered.

As he pulled his t-shirt over his head I sat up on the table and swung my legs round so I was facing him. I reached for his shorts and helped him to pull them down. His cock sprang free. I wanted it, so badly. I hadn’t had sex for weeks, no months and I wasn’t about to miss out here.

I reached out and beckoned him to come close. I grabbed his cock and started to slide my hands up and down the hard shaft, my other hand cupped his balls, they were bigger than I remembered my ex-husbands being. Ray started groaning and his hips began to rock back and forth. Clearly we needed to move to the next stage. I spread my legs wider and leant back on the table, exposing my pussy fully. Ray grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him. I could feel his cock rubbing against me. He grabbed hold of it and began to rub it against me, sliding it up and down my pussy lips, tormenting my clit. And then it slipped inside me, god I was so wet. He gently pushed it fully inside, I just lay back and moaned. His movements started really slowly, one minute his cock was teasing my pussy the next it was embedded – fully. I was in seventh heaven!

His pace picked up and I responded my squeezing and then relaxing him. He smiled at that. “That’s good.” He said making the word good last a couple of seconds. This was good but I wanted more. I gestured to him to pull out of me and hopped off the table. I turned round and bent over it, my ass wiggling. He quickly stood behind me and pulling my legs apart guided his cock back into me. I gasped as it pushed my pussy lips apart and slid fully in. This position has always worked better for me. I ground my hips against him, squeezing his cock as much as I could. It didn’t take long, it never does in this position, soon I could feel the friction of his cock against the walls of my pussy sending me into a fantastic climax. My hips jerked madly and I couldn’t stop saying “Oh god, oh god”, over and over. If it wasn’t for Ray’s hands on my hips and the table for support my legs would have buckled. That was definitely right up there in the list of best orgasms I could remember.

Ray was still pumping into me, harder and faster, I could feel his cock pulsing, getting even harder. Suddenly his body went rigid and the first stream of cum burst in to me. His thrusts grew slower and softer, he leant forward on me, nuzzling the back of my neck, his hot breath washing over me. I could feel our combined juices oozing out of my pussy and sliding slowly down the backs of my thighs.

“Wow!”, I said, “I wasn’t expecting that this evening.”

“Me neither”, Ray laughed. “That’s never happened to me before. What a fantastic lady you are. I love your confidence, and your openness! Hey, we never got that juice did we?”

He held me in his arms, his hands pressed into the small of my back, and kissed me, deeply and passionately. “Can I be your workout buddy?”

“Oh yes!” I told him, “Maybe I’ll have to buy my own massage table. The thought of showering with you afterwards is somehow very appealing!”

And so began a beautiful friendship, with excellent benefits, yes now we're in lockdown Ray’s definitely part of my bubble right now!