The new masseuse

 "Hello". As if out of the ground, she stood in front of me. Actually, she wore nothing but a white coat and clogs, her blonde hair tamed with a ribbon. “I'm Marlies, the new masseuse”. A masseuse? Since Victor, the popular masseur in my fitness studio, threw the chunks down, I was missing something here. To be honest, there were days when I only went to the gym to let Victor's trained fingers knead me properly.
It just hasn't been the way it used to be since he's been out of the studio. His hands were unique, I loved to feel him when his fingers played with me, caressed me, kneaded me, stimulated my wild fantasies, sometimes conjured up a lot of moisture in my lap when I was lying on the cot with my eyes closed , Kidnapped Victor to a land where there was only the two of us. Yes, there were really days when I would have given myself to him with pleasure; I would have loved to know what a lover the man with these skilled hands is.
Victor's resignation hit me very badly, had I not just renewed my contract, I would have turned my back on the studio too. Mark, the owner promised me to hire a new masseur as soon as possible, but getting a replacement for Viktor would be difficult, I knew that.
Somehow I think I was a bit crazy about Viktor, especially on the days when I got off the massage table with a damp lap, got dressed without showering, simply to preserve what I had experienced, to smell the scent from my lap Trembling slightly on the way home at the thought of who was responsible for my dampness. I often tried to flirt with Viktor, gave him glances like nobody else at my ripe, juicy fruit, let my hand slide gently over the bulge in his trousers, but in vain. Viktor remained steadfast, it was just his principle not to do anything with his customers. Often my hand slipped into my panties at home, looking for the place where it is wettest and my thoughts were with Viktor.
And now she stands in front of me. Marlies a masseuse. My skepticism outweighed my anticipation to be kneaded again today. Can a woman really replace Viktor? Would it give me that tingling that I haven't felt since Victor's departure, this tingling in my stomach, the heat rising in my lap, which slowly spread throughout my body, made my blood boil, which soon gathered pounding in my labia, the tingling that made my nipples hard and caused violent contractions of my pleasure center. Would there be days again when I would only come to the studio for the massage, not because of the two hours on the equipment? No, I didn't trust a woman to do that, but I wanted to give her a chance to at least prove what she has to offer professionally.

I love this scent in the studio when sweat mixes with perfume or deodorant, especially when it's one of those bitter men's perfumes. When that scent slowly spreads all over the room, the bitter scent of masculinity that so often drove the liquid into my lap, especially when I thought that after all the torture Viktor's trained hands would await.
And now she would be waiting for me, Marlies. No, I was sure - SHE would not be able to replace Viktor, at least not for me.

Somehow the scent of masculinity seemed more intense today than on other studio days. After Viktor's departure I thought I was looking for a new crush, not necessarily a sexual contact, just someone to rave about, to fulfill my daydreams, who made the moisture in my core increase with the mere sight of it or an unintentional touch . I caught myself wandering my eyes all over the studio, petering out interested looks, but at least today they didn't see anything useful.
Somehow loveless and unmotivated I fulfilled my training plan today, my thoughts wandered, as so often I dreamed of Viktor, the aloof, afterwards I wished to feel his skillful hands on my body, to feel his touch alone for an increase in my moisture level causing an imperceptible tremor in my most sensitive areas. But now Marlies should wait for me. There was still enough time, at least for a round of sauna, before I would entrust my pampered body to Marlies.

"Lie down already, I'll be right there," asked Marlies. Viktor would have had time for me immediately, it went through my mind. Yes, I found myself comparing Marlies to Viktor in everything she did, unwilling to give her the slightest chance. A little reluctantly, I lay down on the bunk, closed my eyes, pulled myself back to my dreamland, where Viktor, the unreachable, was waiting for me with a wave.

Something cool on my back startled me. Marlies stood next to me, slowly let the massage oil flow onto my back, a pleasant scent filled the small room that Viktor affectionately called “my little practice”. Oh yes, Viktor. But now Marlies' hands slid over my back, gently distributing the slippery liquid. I noticed immediately that she understands something of her job, does not immediately begin to knead me hard and firm, but rather plays with her fingers almost on my bare back, caresses me and pampers me. Satisfied, I laid my head on my crossed forearms, closed my eyes and began to purr comfortably, while Marlies caressed me as lovingly as no man, not even Viktor, could manage.
It was just wonderful. Marlies discovered tension in me that Viktor probably couldn't even have suspected, she knew the right mix between firm kneading and loving caressing while distributing the liquid. She has to be a true master of her craft. I had seldom felt so comfortable under the touch of someone else's hands. Her hands slid lower and lower, touched my bottom, made me flinch due to the sudden and unexpected touch on my bottom, kneaded the buttocks vigorously, played gently with them before they hiked a little higher again. I clearly enjoyed the touches in my back room, touches that I was used to from Viktor, but simply in a different way. I almost longed for it
Never before had I enjoyed the touch of someone else's hands on my body so much, and I was never touched in this way by any other person, including Viktor. I had to control myself not to moan with pleasure, not to show Marlies that her massage stimulates me sexually to the highest degree. Viktor had long been forgotten, Marlies was not only the replacement for Viktor, but a completely new insight for me.
Her efforts continued to focus on my upper body, my hips, and it was inevitable that Marlies' hands lightly touched my breasts, a welcome, most pleasant touch. Her hands slid down again, devoting themselves to my buttocks, but in a slightly different way than a few minutes ago. Her gentle kneading became more intense, but much more tenderly than before, it no longer seemed to be a massage, more of a game, a tender, gentle, demanding game.
A slight moan came out of my mouth as her finger slipped lightly through the crack in my buttocks, but didn't stop there, but continued its journey through my intimate body regions, down to my flooded delta, from which a typical, telltale scent emerges in that Spreading massage room. My slight moan increased, showing Marlies that she is doing everything right, that I feel good in her hands, with her touches in places where no woman had touched me like that before.
Marlies' fingers cheekily penetrated my love paradise, began to play tenderly inside me. I have never been so spoiled by a woman, my experience with the opposite sex was also rather poor, but I noticed quite quickly that Marlies knew what she was doing.
She turned me around on the cot, smiled and began to massage my breasts, played my towering, throbbing nipples, let her tongue slide around her, bit into them gently.
Marlies dropped her smock, lay down on me, let her body slide over mine, the contact with her breasts, her delicate skin put me in a state of boundless pleasure and excitement; the pleasure I wanted so much from Viktor, which now, after he was no longer in the studio, was given to me by his successor. Shivering, I enjoyed her touch, the ants' wanderings in my body, the light electric shocks that wandered through my body. Her hands slid provocatively slowly over my oiled body, her lips and tongue followed, putting me in a frenzy of pleasure. Marlies let my blood-filled labia slide through her fingers, gently penetrated me again, not very deep, more like a playful game. My lower body started to twitch, it seemed to me as if it vibrated under her touch, as if I was about to take off into a heavenly realm of lust. The scent of the massage oil mixed with mine, I had never before perceived the aroma of my love liquid in this form, so intense, so clear and distinct. In the meantime I didn't care whether I was heard outside in the studio or in the sauna, I just wanted to enjoy what Marlies gave me.
I put it between my legs, let her tongue dip into my hot, seething volcanic crater, played with my clit, suckled, suckled on it, let her tongue beat against it. The contractions of my labia, the trembling of my lower body, it became more intense, more violent. All the juices of my body seemed to have only one target to which they were heading, Marlies seemed to have kindled an inextinguishable conflagration inside me, burning oil seemed to run through my veins, kindling a heat in me unknown in this form, left me moan, scream with pleasure. It began to pull in my lower abdomen, my whole body tingled with irrepressible pleasure, an orgasm, wild and unrestrained as a tornado announced itself, raced through my body, released little cyclones in me that shook me, held captive in their power; it seemed like this ultimate climax rushed through me for minutes.
Gasping for air, I lay on the cot, Marlies kissed the sweat from my forehead. "Was it your first time with a woman?" she smiled at me. I was exhausted and unable to answer, just smiled back happily, knowing that she would take it as a 'yes'.
“Lie down,” I asked my playmate after I had regained my strength. “I want to discover you”.
Now it was me who let the aromatic massage oil drip onto her body, slowly rubbing it on her body. Marlies' body was made for love. My hands slid fondly over her B-breasts, spreading the aromatic massage oil, sliding further down her delicate body, enjoying her fragrant skin. At some distance my lips and my tongue followed them; I wanted to enjoy with all my senses my playmate, who had introduced me so wonderfully to love among women. My lips slid over her shapely breasts, my tongue played around the raised, blood-filled nipples; I bit into it gently and tenderly, eliciting the first groan from her lips, which seemed to be made for kissing. I dived down, deep into the valley between their low mountain ranges, while my fingers continued to search their way into her rainforest, gently caressed her shaved Venus, groped for the pearl hidden in her shell. Marlies twitched slightly when I touched her lust pearl, drove on, parted her labia. While my tongue and lips moved deeper and deeper on her body, my fingers had already found their destination, explored their well-filled wetland, plunged deep into the glittering liquid. My tongue left a trail of slime on her body; Finally she had reached her goal, finally I could taste her mussel, enjoy its slightly strawberry-like taste. shared their labia. While my tongue and lips moved deeper and deeper on her body, my fingers had already found their destination, explored their well-filled wetland, plunged deep into the glittering liquid. My tongue left a trail of slime on her body; Finally she had reached her goal, finally I could taste her mussel, enjoy its slightly strawberry-like taste. shared their labia. While my tongue and lips moved deeper and deeper on her body, my fingers had already found their destination, explored their well-filled wetland, plunged deep into the glittering liquid. My tongue left a trail of slime on her body; Finally she had reached her goal, finally I could taste her mussel, enjoy its slightly strawberry-like taste.
Her body was constantly in motion, Marlies had to be very aroused to be pampered by a woman who had just got to know lesbian love. “Take your fingers”, she directed me, completely fulfilling her wish, I sank first one, then two fingers into her pleasure paradise, took her with light, tender thrusts. Marlies acknowledged each of my movements in her Amazon region with longing sighs and highly excited moans. My tongue sucked on her pearl, played tenderly with the hardened fruit of her passion. Again and again her body reared up, the labia trembled, her body danced, moved to the rhythm of my fingers and tongue, again and again she lifted her pelvis, it took me some time to understand.
I immediately began to play with my finger on her rosette, pushing it testing, trying, a few millimeters into her dark cavity, which intensified her slight moaning. Slowly, very slowly, I penetrated her until it stopped. I moved my finger in her very lightly and gently, while I continued to pamper and enjoy her paradise with my teeth. Marlies screamed with excitement before she came, with a loud, long scream of relief. I shot light splashes of her most intimate liquid in my mouth and face.
I lay down next to her, our lips touched, I enjoyed her still trembling body, her drops of sweat, I enjoyed everything about her. I don't know how long we both lay together on the narrow massage bench, we kissed, caressed, but one thing I already know: I'll be back for the massage tomorrow.