*Not a Sexual Service

Gary wasn’t quite sure what to expect from his next session with Teddy. Was last month’s appointment an isolated incident? A failed experiment that proved to Teddy that she should stick to professional massages? Or would today see a repeat of the teasing combination of semi-naked posing and self-administered release that had dominated his dreams and fantasies since their last encounter?

She answered the door with a smile and a kiss on each cheek, seemingly happy to see him, but the boat-neck top was gone and her regular black T-shirt was in its place. Gary played it cool—he didn’t want to come across as presumptive or sleazy.

He showered and entered the room as normal, with a towel around his waist, but rather than lie face down on the table, he perched on the side and waited to see what Teddy would do. To his utter joy, she shut the door behind her and casually peeled off her T-shirt to reveal a simple black T-shirt bra. She reached behind her back and the bra fell by the wayside too, sliding off her shoulders and onto the chair with her top.

“Turn over; back first,” she said in a sing-song fashion.

Though the erection that immediately formed made it a little inconvenient, he did as he was told and was thrilled when Teddy immediately pulled the small towel off his ass so that he was completely naked on the table. He took extra pleasure in the half-hour of the expertly delivered massage knowing that the second half would be another joyful opportunity to gaze at this topless angel and her perfect tits.

As she tended to his musculature, they chatted casually, as if her being naked from the waist upward was a perfectly natural situation. She also spent an inordinately long time tending to his buttocks, her lubricated fingers running occasionally down the insides of his thighs and finding his balls. Before, this might have been deemed an accident, but it was clear now that these little bonuses were a deliberate gift from Teddy.

That this level of intimacy had been normalized so quickly in their professional relationship was just perfect for Gary. He could relax and enjoy the session without second-guessing himself. He could enjoy the sensation of his hard cock being squashed between his stomach and the massage table without concerning himself about how it would look when it was time to turn over. He could sigh with pleasure and encouragement as his scrotum received the briefest brush of her fingertips. And he could look forward to the show he was about to get without being embarrassed by the copious precum seeping onto the paper underneath him.

“Okay. Is time to turn over.”

“At last,” Gary said with mock annoyance as he quickly twisted onto his back, eager to get a long and lingering look at the amazing pair of tits that he’d only been able to ogle fleetingly at the start of his treatment.

Teddy smiled as she saw Gary fixate on her delightful assets, beaming with pride as he shook his head in disbelief at their sensual majesty.

“You so happy to see them,” she said, looking down at the plump mounds of flesh that must seem so ordinary to her but had Gary so excited.

“Well, I think they are the most stunning pair of breasts I have ever seen,” he explained honestly.

“You so polite,” she giggled as she began to work on his feet. “You don’t even call them tits.”

“Is that funny?” Garry asked.

“No, just sweet. Like a doctor. Not like ‘YOU GOT CRACKING TITS!’ You know?”

The semi-successful attempt at a Cockney accent—no doubt a result of hearing the phrase shouted at her by dozens of men driving past in white vans—caused Gary to erupt in laughter.

Teddy tried to contain her mirth. “What? That’s what men shout sometimes!”

“The pigs!” Gary exclaimed, after collecting himself.

“Exactly. Pigs.” Teddy lifted one of his feet and positioned it snuggly within her cleavage as she worked her thumbs into his sole.

“But you do have cracking tits,” he muttered.

The conversation turned to polite and slightly mundane matters: the weather, how his work was going, current affairs… Gary didn’t mind—it took her attention away from his efforts to subtly play footsie with her breasts.

She was helping by holding his feet so close to her chest, but whenever he got the opportunity to stretch his toes and brush them over her boobs, he took it. She didn’t seem to mind and never once strayed from the small talk. Even a couple of flicks over a nipple went uncommented.

Gary started strategizing, thinking of ways he could convince Teddy to let him touch and squeeze her tits. But everything he thought of seemed to cross a line he wasn’t sure Teddy was ready to broach.

Teddy had moved up the table and was working on Gary’s arms, and the conversation turned to the high cost of living in London.

“Well, this job must be helping,” Gary said. “You must be one of the most popular therapists they have when you give your clients this level of service.”

She stopped what she was doing, dropping his arm and staring at him as if he had just said the most offensive thing possible.

“Wha… What?” he croaked, looking deep into her big brown eyes. It was the first time today that he had given her face the same level of scrutiny as her chest.

“I don’t do this with other clients,” she said, genuinely hurt by the assumption.

Gary was both incredibly flattered and aghast.

“You think I take my top off for all those other pigs? Show them my tits for tips? Let them cum in front of me?”

She was looking at him with absolute incredulity as if this was the most ridiculous and insulting thing he could have suggested. He needed to think quickly to repair the damage.

“Teddy I… I honestly couldn’t imagine you doing something so special just for me. I’m a nobody. Just a pot-bellied, middle-aged man. The idea that a beautiful young woman like you would be doing something so amazing just for me, I… I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to offend you.”

The heartfelt apology—combined with the self-deprecation—seemed to be working. Her expression changed from thunderous to mildly sympathetic.

“You don’t have pot belly,” she said, re-engaging with his biceps, and thankfully not rushing to the chair to put her top back on.

“If I’m the only one you do this with…then… Why me?” Gary asked, genuinely curious.

Teddy thought about her answer for a while, and a subtle smile crept across her lips as if considering the unusually intimate relationship they had formed.

“Because you’re nice man. You treat me with respect. And…you make me feel special when you look at me like you do.”

“I’m sure every man looks at you like I do…”

Teddy snorted.

“Other men think they own me. Or can treat me how they like, you know? My boyfriend…he just grab me when he want…fuck me when he want. He don’t even look at me sometimes when we fuck. The other day, he look at his phone!”

“I’m sorry,” Gary whispered. Teddy gave a sad smile and shrugged.

“He make me feel like meat. But you… You look at my tits…my breasts…and it’s like they the most wonderful thing you ever see.”

“Well, they are,” Gary said, feeling justified in taking the opportunity to stare at them once again. “He doesn’t appreciate how lucky he is.”

“No, he does not,” she said defiantly. “And neither did your wife. Nice ass, big cock. She should have fucked you more.”

Gary’s cock had lost some turgidly since he insulted her, but hearing Teddy talk so intimately while he ogled her chest rejuvenated his erection. It jerked violently, and a stream of precum seeped out and over his pelvis. The sudden movement caught the attention of his masseuse.

“I might need to finish the session earlier today,” Gary explained. “I’m not sure I can wait any longer.”

“Okay,” she whispered sultrily. “Where you want me?”

“Just where you are is great. If you don’t mind?”

“No, you touch yourself. You be very patient. Very good. Maybe I touch myself too, no?”

Teddy pushed a hand down the front of her jogging pants and started slowly rummaging around inside. He was gobsmacked, shocked into paralysis.

“Aren’t you going to stroke your cock for me?” she simpered.

“Yes, ma’am,” Gary responded, jerking off as delicately and carefully as he could, lest he explode there and then. He wanted to savor this.

“Hmm, show me how you do it,” she said, moving her fingers beneath her pants while leaning over to get a good look at his approach to self-pleasure. Her tits hung just in front of him.

She was touching herself and watching him smother his hard cock in a mixture of oil and his own natural lubrication, and he thought it wouldn’t have been inappropriate to reach up with his free hand and squeeze one of those beauties. But he was still in a state of semi-shock, and he let the opportunity slide.

Looking from her sweetly interested face to her jiggling round breasts to her hand frantically moving between her legs was too much. He came, and he came hard. The first jet of semen propelled straight toward Teddy’s curious face, right where Gary was secretly aiming.

She squealed as it hit her on the cheek and pulled away to avoid the next few squirts. She waited until his orgasm had subsided, watching each pump of cum add to the mess on his chest and stomach, then turned to confront him with—thankfully—a huge smirk on her decorated face.

“You did that on purpose!” she cried, finally taking her fingers out of her pants to remove the deposit Gary had left on her beautiful visage.

“I’m sorry, you were too close!” he protested with a laugh.

Teddy gathered as much of his sticky seed as she could onto her fingertips, although a few drops had slid down her chin. She examined the pearlescent mess for a few seconds before firing a wicked grin toward her client and putting her fingers in her mouth, cleaning them with a provocative slurp of her tongue.

“Yummy,” she said, reveling in Gary’s continued shock.

“There’s more down there,” Gary said after a beat, motioning with his head to the lines of spunk adorning his chest and stomach.

He didn’t expect her to respond, but she leaned over seductively and ran her tongue all the way up from his stomach into the fur of his chest, hoovering up a generous amount of cum on the way.

She then kissed him on the forehead.

“Go have shower. Fun’s over for today.”