I’m a guy who owns a health spa for women.

One Friday we were about to close when Simone the receptionist said she had a woman on the line who said she thought she’d done something to herself while working out that afternoon and hoped, late as it was, she might be able to get a massage. Simone assured me it was an actual member and not a crank.

I wanted to accommodate her if possible, if only to make sure she didn’t need medical attention. (I had “lawsuit” flashing in my head.) Since I am a licensed massage therapist, I figured I could do it myself — and if a massage was all she needed, count myself lucky. I had Simone put the call through and asked the woman some questions. Deciding a massage just might help, I asked how soon she could get in.

Half an hour?” she said.

It was just past six, and I had paperwork to do. I said okay, I would wait for her.

I hated to ask any of the staff to stay late on a Friday, especially since there would be no tip (this job would be strictly on the house), so I told Simone just to lock up on her way out. A half-hour passed, and another. Luckily Simone had followed procedure and made a note of the woman’s name and number, so I tried calling, but got a machine. All I could I do was leave a message.

By half past seven I could not face another scrap of paperwork. I also had a bad headache. So I got a Coke to wash down some aspirin. By the time I was ready for a refill it was almost eight, and I decided to drink my second Coke in the hot tub. I left a last message, then stripped, made my way to the tub and slipped in. It felt great!

While I was sipping my Coke, enjoying the music I’d put on, I heard the front-door buzzer. Thinking one of the staff had forgotten something, I hollered, “It’s open,” and called out where I was.

Seconds later a goddess walked into the hot-tub room: brunette, about five-seven, 120 pounds, very shapely, standing there in a short black dress with stockings and small black high heels while I was sitting there in nothing at all! With my cock rising rapidly, I blurted out, “Charlotte?”

She smiled and nodded, then asked if she was too early. Oh, what that smile was doing to me! I finally managed to say that if she’d wait in the lobby I’d be right with her. She smiled again and sat down on the bench! Not knowing what to do, I suggested again that she wait in the lobby. She said, “It’s lonely out there.”

I laughed nervously and tried to explain that I was naked and needed to get out of the tub. She leaned back against the wall, folded her arms and nodded. It had been ages since any woman but my wife had seen me naked, but I’m not ashamed of my body — my patrons seem to think it’s pretty hot. So I stood up, and we stared at each other while I stepped out of the tub and moved toward her. As I reached over her head to take my towel off the hook, my cock dangled inches from her face!

I wrapped the towel round me, then took a step back and held out my hand. Charlotte took it and got up, and I led her down the hall. I got her a robe and towel from the supply closet opposite the massage room and told her to go to the locker room to change, then come back to the massage room.

When she turned to leave, I unlocked the massage room, rejoicing in the knowledge that I’d soon have this goddess naked on my table. But when I turned around, Charlotte was standing in the doorway, fully clothed. “It’s lonely in there,” she said.

I took her hand and led her into the room. The table was ready, so I just hung the robe and towel on hooks. She said, “What do you want me to do now?”

I figured three things: (1) I couldn’t see a damn thing physically wrong with this doll. (Whew, no lawsuit!) (2) She sure wasn’t bashful! And (3), she’d seen me naked, so now it was my turn.

I said, “I don’t want you to do anything. I’ll take care of everything.” I walked behind her and lowered the zipper of her dress, and she moaned. I walked back in front of her and pushed the tiny dress straps off her shoulders. The dress soon hit the floor, and my heart skipped three beats as I looked at her. She had on a black collar thing around her sleek neck, a black lacy bra, a black garter belt holding up the black stockings, and tiny sheer black panties.

I hoped my hard-on wasn’t making too gross a tent in my towel. Gathering confidence, I undid the hook things that held the stockings to the garter belt, then had her sit down. I bent down, took her dress from around her shoes and hung it up. I undid the buckles of her shoes and slipped them off, then ran my hands up the backs of her legs, feeling the silky stockings.

I moved up to one thigh and began rolling the stocking down her leg, in no hurry to finish the job! Her golden-brown skin felt as silky as the stockings. As I rolled the other stocking off, I saw lots of pubic hair sticking out from her panties. I no longer cared if she saw my erection. In the face of a goddess, what did she expect?

I had her stand up and turned her around. I found the chain link holding the neck collar on and undid it. I ran my hands down and over her head, down to her shoulders, fondling her silky-smooth hair. I moved the bra straps off her shoulders. She moaned. I ran my hands down her arms, then back up. I undid the three bra clasps holding her glorious breasts in place.

I moved around in front of her and ran my hands lightly over her forehead. She shut her eyes, and I ran my hands over her face, down to her neck and down her chest, taking her bra with me. When I got to the top of the panties, I started lowering them. She moaned. I smiled as I peeled the panties off.

I hadn’t seen a woman with this much pubic hair in a long time, and it was like she had groomed it. She smelled like heaven. With her bra still in hand, I knelt and looked up. From that angle little of her face was visible, but her beautiful white breasts were. I noted the tag on the bra: 36C. Her fantastic nipples were now as hard as I was.

I pulled the garter belt down and off her, then ran my hands up her legs. I made small circles toward her bush, and when I met no resistance ran my hand right up over her bush. I had never felt such a soft and luxurious one. Continuing up her, and bringing myself to a standing position, I got my first close-up of her tits. It was unreal how gorgeous she was. She moaned as I ran my hands over those tits. I kissed her ever so lightly, then stepped to her side, ran my arm down and under her leg and picked her up, then laid her out on the table.

When I set her down, she looked at me intently, then reached out and snatched my towel off, leaving me standing with a boner aimed right at her. I reached in the warmer for a bottle of lotion, pumped a few drops in my hands and spread it from her feet up to her beautiful bush. She was trying to watch. I said to relax and close her eyes and I’d take good care of her.

As I got closer to her pussy, she spread her legs. Not enough to allow me access, but some. I massaged her thigh — up and down, in and around, never touching her pussy. I took her leg, spread it apart some and bent the knee in, allowing access to the inner thigh. I ran my hand down it, making her moan.

I was close to her pussy, and saw her wetness, and knew she wanted me to touch her there. When I finished her inner thigh, I slid my hands slowly toward it. As I touched her glistening inner lips, she gasped.

I took great care exploring her pussy. I used one hand to open her up, the other to massage her inner walls. When I found her clit, I took it between my fingers and rubbed it back and forth. She squirmed on the table, and I knew this goddess was about to lose it. While I rubbed her clit with one hand, I slowly inserted the index finger of the other hand. She lifted her hips off the table and humped my hand like a madwoman. In seconds she screamed and shook so hard, I wondered if I’d hurt her. Her orgasm went on awfully long.

I wanted to taste her. When her breathing finally returned to near-normal range, I went to the foot of the table, took hold of her ankles and drew her toward the end of the table. I sat on my massage stool, spread her wide and lifted her legs up over my shoulders.

While I licked her from top to bottom and bottom to top, she humped my tongue. I was in and out, in and out of her fabulous pussy. She groaned as I sucked her clit into my mouth. Soon her whole body was shaking. I released her engorged clit and told her to turn over. I hit the down button of the hydraulic table, stopping it when I had her face in line with my hard-on. She engulfed it in one sweet motion. Her lips felt like velvet.

Charlotte turned on her side and sucked me, taking my balls in one of her gentle hands. She picked up the pace, sucking harder and longer and deeper. I had never had such a blowjob! I warned her that I was going to come, but she kept her mouth clamped to my cock until I shot my load. She swallowed every drop, then sucked me clean.

My knees were wobbly, so I leaned into the table, then wrapped my arms around her. She smiled, pulling me to her for a deep kiss. As our tongues battled, I tasted my semen for the first time. I ran my hands over her luscious breasts. We broke off the kiss, and she sat up on the table. Her hair was a mess, but her face had a glow. She was gorgeous.

I went to get us water, and when I returned, Charlotte was wrapped in the white robe, gathering up her clothing. I handed her a bottle of water, and she handed me her black panties, telling me to keep them “for a memory.” As she was walking toward the door, she turned back, smiled that smile and said, “Maybe you can squeeze me in next Friday?”