by Pamela Prim
“Please wait in here.” He told her with another dazzling flash of a smile. “Jericho will attend to you.”
Jericho? Hm, that was rather exotic sounding. Very equatorial. She couldn’t help thinking as she watched Guzman escort her best friend away from there and down another corridor. So Gail wasn’t going to be in room beside her. For a moment she felt anxious, but then she realized that it probably was better for them not to be in adjacent rooms for something so intimate and sensual.
“Buenas Noches, Senora.” A deep yet gentle voice greeted her and she turned sharply around.
Before her stood a tall man, broad shouldered with thick muscular arms. He was dark haired and tanned almost red, his face was rugged and somewhat interesting, and his hazel eyes made her feel suddenly very comfortable. She could tell by his features he was not quite Hispanic, more Caucasian, but the Brazilian populace had the entire range of humanity diversifying it.
“Jericho?” She asked him apprehensively.
“Si, Senora.” He bowed slightly and gestured at her to take a seat.
“Uh, sure… thank you.” She looked around the room for the first time and little tingles began to run all over her.
It was quite small, a nice private and cozy place for two people to get intimate. A large massage table dominated the floor, and a couple of chairs and a small desk were the only other pieces of furniture. A music system was mounted on the wall and Jericho flicked on the switch. Mellow and haunting Jazz music softly filled the room as she gingerly took a seat.
“You look very tense, Senora Sturgis.” The therapist said soothingly. “You need to relax. Perhaps we can talk a little, get comfortable with one another before we begin… where are you from?”
“Uhhm, yeah… I’d like that.” She replied, looking at him closely. Something about him seemed a little familiar, maybe he reminded her of someone. “I’m from the United States, and please call me Helen.”
“Helen.” He said softly. “That is… a lovely name… one that signifies beauty and power.”
“You mean… because of Helen of Troy?” She leaned closer. The way he said her name also seemed eerily familiar to her.
“Si, Helen of Troy… a woman that inspired much.” He nodded.
“But that’s just some Greek fantasy fable… a mythological anecdote.”
“Ah, so it is, and yet… most fables and myths are based on some element of truth, you have to agree.”
“Wow!” She stared at him wide eyed. “For a massage therapist you sure sound rather well learned.”
“Hm, I suppose in your judgment there is only so much a massage therapist must know or be confined to.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” She felt the heat hitting her ears. “I didn’t mean to offend you…”
“You did not, Helen.” He replied in a soothing, honey rich voice. “But that was my point, looks and appearances are not everything. A beautiful woman like you should not need a session like this, and to even suppose that I will have to be pre-judging.”
“What do you mean by a beautiful woman like me should not need this… this session?”
“If I judge by looks alone, Helen… I’d say you should be happy with your love life and not look for release this way.”
“But… but, Jericho… I could be just doing this… for… for fun, you know.”
“If so, you should not be so unsure and guilty about it.” He told her with an empathetic smile. “You need to free your mind and let your body decide what it wants.”
“Well, that’s why I’m here… and I think this talk is helping… a bit.”
“Then you are ready?” He nodded slowly. “We shall begin?”
“Yes, let’s… let’s do what we have to do.” Helen sighed deeply and hoped her smile was confident enough.
“Ah, bueno.” Jericho stood up and walked to the door. “I will leave you now for a few minutes; you can take off all your clothes. Then lie down on the couch, cover yourself with this sheet here and wait for me.”
Helen nodded silently as he opened the door and stepped through it out of the room and closed it behind him. She wondered if there was some way for him to be peeking in from behind the door.
“Oh, what the fuck,” She whispered to herself. “He’s going to see me naked anyway, once we get this session going.”
She trailed her slender fingers over the smoothness of the leather topped massage table, considering for a few moments on what she was about to do. With a sigh she made up her mind and glanced around furtively, hoping no one was snooping around anywhere near. With an uneasy laugh she took off her shorts and beach shirt and draped them carefully on a chair by the wall. She slipped out of her dark lace panties, slowly sliding them off, and then took off her bra and then her shoes. Covering her nakedness with her hands by impulse, she glanced at the door again, hoping he wouldn’t come in before she could get under the sheets. Quickly she climbed up on the table, feeling the cool leather on her naked skin. She sniggered shyly as she pulled the satin sheet over her naked body, feeling a lot more secure by doing it. She sighed deeply and waited with a rapidly beating heart for what was to follow.
She heard the door open and close followed by the soft foot steps of someone approaching where she lay. Looking up she saw his ruggedly handsome face smiling down at her.
“Ah, you are ready.” He said pleasantly. “Shall we begin?”
Helen bit her lip and nodded, nervously clutching the sheet up to her chin.
Jericho smiled at her warmly, poured some menthol scented oil on his hands and rubbed them together. “How are you feeling?”
“Oh, I’m excited and nervous... this is my first time getting any kind of body massage…” Helen giggled as she felt a shiver run down her back.
Jericho gave her a nod and gently removed the sheet off her body, revealing her nakedness. Helen experienced a rapid charge of panic as the tall therapist turned to put away the sheet. He turned back around and indifferently placed two small pieces of cloth over her breasts and her groin, so little that they hardly covered anything at all.
Then she felt his hands gently rub her shoulders and move over to her neck slowly. She sighed deeply, relaxing into the great sensation she felt at his touch. His hands were strong and also delicately tender as his touch instantly eased all the stress she was going through over the last few weeks.
“How does that feel, Helen?” Jericho asked, his voice a soothing lullaby.
“Aaahhhh, feels so good.” She purred dreamily.
“Hm, close your eyes, breathe easy and relax, I’m going to take real good care of you.” He said seductively, sounding almost Californian, as his hands moved lower, smoothly sliding to the sides of her shoulders.
She felt his strong fingers knead into her tired limbs. After the fifteen years of an exhausting married life and the horrible days leading up to the divorce, her body was in definite need of this indulgence. It felt great to have all the tension rubbed down in this slow sensual way. She sighed as his hands slipped under her upper arms, gently massaging her slender and tired muscles. His hard knuckles brushed the outer slopes of her full breasts and she felt wonderful tingles rush down from her head to her toes.
Jericho ran his hands over her sides, generously applying the scented oil on her hips and under her breasts. A strange and warm sensation coursed through her as he spread the oil all over her naked body. She moaned as pleasurable flutters erupted in her belly.
“Yes, relax, baby… let your hot body feel all this love.” Jericho’s smooth and sexy Beach Boy voice floated of her.
“Mmmhh, yeah…” Helen purred as her skin felt hot and tingly.
He had magic in his hands. She shivered when he went even lower and began rubbing her thighs, smearing them with the intoxicating oil. He gently caressed her inner thighs and kneaded his hard fingers into the yielding flesh. She shivered as his fingers seemed to ‘accidently’ slide in a tad too high, touching the heightened sensitivity between her quivering thighs.
/> “Turn over now, Helen, let me do your back.” Jericho whispered soothingly.
Helen nodded in a hypnotic trance and turned over to her belly. She didn’t mind the little cloths slipping off and exposing her body to him completely. All she craved now were his strong and graceful hands all over her tender body.
“Would you mind if I moved this massage up a heat level?”
“Mmmhh, oh not at all, I want the full treatment… all over my body.” She purred in blissful contentment.
She could hear Jericho pour more oil onto his palms. Then he rubbed down her neck and shoulder blades, and moved slowly down. His warm hands and the oil made her feel as if she could soar up and fly away. He rubbed down her lower back, kneading with care and then slowly moved his large hands to cover the full roundness of her exposed buttocks.
“Ah, such perfect globes.” He whispered as his hands gently played with her soft ass cheeks.
“Oh, Jericho… this feels so good.” Helen moaned. “I can’t help getting turned on.”
“Yes, sweet Helen.” Jericho said soothingly. “That’s the purpose of this session; let your body take over.”
“Mmmhh, yeah…” She smiled lazily and her thoughts drifted towards his cock. She suppressed her inhibitions and wondered if he was hard while his hands roamed all over her hot naked body.
Unexpectedly, he slid a hand under her trembling belly and pushed her up into a face down kneeling position, making her gleaming butt stick up in the air. He spread her knees apart slightly, getting a full view of her naked pussy. She felt a rush of panic, but suppressed it quickly. He had made her feel so very comfortable being with him, and now she didn’t care even if he fucked her right then. In fact, she began to hope for it.
He pressed his hands down on her thighs and butt, massaging her flesh forcefully, and as he did that, he sporadically slipped a finger over her now totally dripping pussy. Each time he did that, she felt a thrilling rush all though her. Her precum flowed out freely now; her pussy getting ever more moist every passing second. She knew that was the intended purpose of this session, but would that be all of it, or would this wonderful man also give her the best fuck of her life. What if she took the initiative and give him the go ahead, she thought, and her heart raced rapidly at that naughty notion.
His powerful hands turned her over again with ease and she lay fully exposed to him. Her chest heaved with each excited breath, making her full breasts wobble and her nipples hard as cherries. She spread her legs out wide, stretching her pussy open and looked at him pleadingly.
Jericho grinned at her and placed once hand on her breast and the other on her throbbing pussy. She gasped out loud as he rubbed her pulsing clit and her aching nipple in one teasing motion. Her belly heaved and fell, clenching hard. She couldn’t hold back any longer as her exhilaration hit the roof. She came hard over his fingers, sobbing and gasping with shameless abandon.
“Ohhh, aahh, Jer-eeecho…” Helen cried out hoarsely. “This is so embarrassing… but… but… I just… I couldn’t…”
“Relax, Helen.” Jericho said soothingly. “Let yourself go, baby… bring your mind at ease and take in all the pleasure your body can give you.”
“Oh, yes, Jericho, yes.” Helen nodded blissfully as her body shuddered with her orgasm and she absentmindedly grabbed at his bulging crotch.
“Oh, yeah, babycakes. That’s my girl.” Jericho encouraged her and thrust his pelvis closer to her. “That’s my little Hell’s Kitten Helen.”
“Yeah, I am… I so fucking am...” Helen moaned and stroked his cock over the fabric of his shorts. Then her eyes shot open. “Hell’s Kitten Helen!”
She felt a shock rush all through her as if an ice bucket was overturned on her head. Sitting up abruptly, she pushed his hands away. He staggered back, a look of bewilderment in his eyes. She stared at him, and it came back to her. Why he had looked so familiar. The years had changed a few things, blurring some lines, adding more where less was fine.
“What’s the matter, Helen?” Jericho shook his head in confusion.
“You? You’re American… and I… I know you?”
“What?” He looked as if an arrow had suddenly pierced through him.
“From Rockwood High!” She almost screamed.
“Holy Jeez!” He whistled. “It can’t be… it can’t freaking be…”
“It looks bloody likely.” She gritted her teeth and pulled the sheet over her nakedness. “You… you’re Jerome Charleston?”
“Close. Jerome Carlson.” He said as he stared at her wide eyed. “And you’re… you are Helen Jeffers… ‘Hell’s Kitten Helen’ Jeffers.”
“That’s what you said when you… you were making me cum.”
“Holy shit!” He stood up and staggered against the wall. “This is totally freaking me out.”
“What the fuck do you mean – freaking you out?” She glared at him. “I’m the one who’s been groped all over… and then I find out you’re a guy from my old high school… and not just any guy… a guy…a guy on whom…”
“No! No!” He slapped his brow. “I mean, I can’t believe it… you are the Helen Jeffers from my teens… I had such a major thing for you… I still do… that’s why I said that… I do that with almost all of my female clients.”
“Do what?” She looked at him in shock. “You call out my name when you make them cum?”
“I mean… well, yeah… I never really got over you, Helen.”
“What the hell?” She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “I didn’t even think you’d like me back then… in fact, I had a major crush on you.”
“Then how did we not ever hook up?”
“But it’s so bizarre… you mean, you didn’t know it was me until I reacted to you calling out my high school nick?”
“Yeah, I didn’t know… you seemed like just another one of my rich and unsatisfied clients, and even though your name felt special, I could never think it was you. The years have not been too kind to either of us.”
“True.” She shook her head ruefully, reminiscing the fifteen years she wasted on a crummy marriage that sapped her youth and left her desperate. “So what now… I mean, how did you get into this exotic massage business?”
“Long sad story, Helen… I came here for a holiday one summer mostly to forget about my life back home, fell in love with the place and decided to make it here… and this line of work is fun and easy, and it pays big.”
“And you never married?”
“No.” He shook his head and sighed deeply. “I heard you did, how’d that work out for you?”
“Well, I am here… looking for satisfaction. Go figure.”
“Divorced?” His brow furrowed deeply.
“You nailed it.” She smirked at him.
“So now you’re single again?”
“Yes…” She shrugged and let the sheet drop to her nipples. “…and I am here, naked in a room with a man I had a crush on back in high school.”
“Funny coincidence.” He laughed. “I happen to be in the same situation.”
“So what are we going to do about it?”
“The session is about over.” His smile suddenly made her feel comfortable again. “And so is my shift, so would you like to get some drinks with me?”
“You mean like a date.” She eyed him curiously.
“Sure, why not.” Jericho, aka, Jerome Carlson cocked his head slightly.
“Uh, okay.” She smiled back, the look on his face reminded her of a pet puppy she had back in her childhood.
“Great.” He stood up and rubbed his hands together. “Let’s get your clothes back on and get out of here.”
* * * * *
“I think I should have stopped three drinks earlier.” Jerome smiled and shook his head as he stood outside her hotel room with her. “But it was so good to see you again, Helen.”
“We can go inside and have a cup of coffee. You’ll feel better.” Helen placed a hand on his broad shoulder. “In fact
I could use a drink of hot coffee myself.”
“Uh, sure.” He nodded and followed her inside.
A thrill rushed through Helen’s body. Her heart was pounding furiously enough to jump right out of her chest. She walked quickly across the living area and into the kitchen. She had never been in there, the hotel staff took care of all that. But now, at this late hour, no one was there to attend to her. “Where’s that damn Java?” She scratched her head. Turning around in frustration, she bumped into a hard body and stumbled.