I Accepted a Stranger’s Massage for Money

I was in class, bored to death, waiting for a professor who seemed to have forgotten that day was his turn with our group. Second year of Advertising, and the teachers’ apathy was making me wonder whether I’d chosen the wrong degree.

To kill time I opened my phone, thinking I’d download some stupid game, one of those city-builders. I don’t know how, but I ended up on a list of dating apps. I’d heard about them; some friend had hooked up that way. I wasn’t looking for a partner, but a friend who’d invite me out and pay for things wouldn’t have gone amiss. So I downloaded the usual ones.

I uploaded a couple of summer photos, mostly in a bikini or showing plenty, and wrote a profile designed to get people talking to me. Just in case the pictures weren’t enough, I put that my name was Carla, blonde, light eyes, five foot three, and that I loved going out and meeting new people.

On the way home on the bus I opened one of those apps. I already had a message. Some guy offered to use me as a guinea pig to practice some kind of massage, and claimed he’d pay me for it. The whole thing sounded shady. Even so, cleverly, he’d slipped his phone number into the lines of text. Since I had nothing better to do, and the money tempted me, I added him on WhatsApp.

His photo showed a man around thirty-five, in sportswear on a basketball court. I checked that the app profile was the same, and there were more interesting pictures there, in swim trunks. He looked good: bald, but athletic, one of those men who take care of every muscle.

I messaged him and asked him to tell me more. He replied right away. He offered me sixty euros to let him give me an exotic massage he was learning so he could expand his catalog, and even said he could come to my place. I explained that I lived on the outskirts of Valencia and that it couldn’t be at my house, and his place wasn’t convenient for me either.

—I’ll find a room near your town and you won’t have to worry about a thing —he wrote.

An hour later he confirmed it on WhatsApp. He suggested meeting at the shopping center near where I lived, having a coffee, and then going to a place he could rent very close to the hypermarket. I asked if I could bring a friend.

—Of course. And if she wants her massage too, even better —he replied.

I spoke to my friend Nadia and asked her to come with me. The only thing she cared about was earning sixty euros for doing nothing. We arranged to meet Rubén, which was the guy’s name, the following Friday, by the movie theaters, at six in the evening.

I dressed comfortably: some cool leggings, because the heat was still hanging on, although they outlined my whole body, and a strapless top. Nadia showed up in a short summer dress, spectacular with her black curly mane. I caught myself looking at her cleavage; she had an envious body, especially because of the size of her breasts.

We were both a little nervous about meeting a stranger so he could touch our whole bodies, even if it was under the pretext of a massage. We got to the place and there was Rubén. He came over smiling and greeted us with two kisses.

Without hesitation, he put one hand on my hip and the other on my shoulder to draw me toward him and brush my cheek. He did the same with Nadia. We sat down on a terrace and he explained the massage, something with tantric roots. It sounded familiar, because I’d read a bit about those distant traditions, and getting to know such different customs seemed fascinating to me.

Nadia thought it was fine too, but true to herself, she asked whether he’d charge sixty each or whether it was to be split between the two of us.

—Sixty each —he replied, amused.

He gave us the address of the place: a discreet little hotel the town girls had more than once used with some hookup. I asked him to go in first and send us the room number by message, because we didn’t want to arrive all three together in case we ran into someone we knew.

Rubén had suggested giving us the massage at the same time, alternating between strokes. Since I’d seen Nadia naked a thousand times, I didn’t mind at all.

***

We went into the room. He was wearing a white shirt and white shorts. He invited us to take a shower first, if we wanted, or go straight to the massage. Nadia said yes, she preferred to shower first. I undressed, leaving my thong on, and lay face down, just as he told me.

Once I was lying there, I noticed that the wall separating the shower from the room was made of glass. I could see perfectly how Nadia stripped, stepped under the water, soaked that outrageous body, and soaped her breasts and her cunt. I assumed he was looking at her too. Then she started pinching her nipples and sliding a hand between her legs. She was masturbating in front of us.

—Hurry up —I said, half joking, to get her to rein it in a bit.

At my words she stopped touching herself and got out of the shower. She wrapped a towel around herself and came to lie down beside me. I turned my head to say something, but she already had her eyes closed. At that moment Rubén announced that the session was beginning.

He climbed onto the bed and, on his knees, started with my feet, then my calves. When he finished that area he sat on one of my legs, he said to keep the sense of touch alive, and spread them apart. He began kneading my thighs. The oil was warm and felt amazing. His hands moved up toward my crotch, and more than once he slid right over my sex. Since I was still wearing the thong, it didn’t bother me too much.

He moved on to Nadia, who hadn’t put anything on under the towel. I glanced sideways at what was happening. Every time Rubén’s hands disappeared between my friend’s thighs, she sighed. He came back to me; now he brought my legs together and sat over the base of my ass. He massaged me in a way that made my lips rub against each other, and that lit me up instantly.

As he worked his hands up my back, his hips pressed against my butt and I felt something hard. He was completely hard. He changed rhythm, using only one hand now, and I felt something burning making its way between my ass cheeks downward. I must have tensed, because he whispered that it was only a surface massage, to keep the sexual energy he’d explained to us earlier. Whatever it was, his cock was sliding over the thong fabric, pressing as if it were about to go in.

He went back to Nadia. I saw him spread oil over her ass, and as he moved, I caught sight of his cock, red and erect, which he guided himself with his hand to slide along her backside. She sighed again and, without opening her eyes, reached for my hand and squeezed it. I could tell that man was going too far, and at the same time I wanted with all my strength to feel the same as she did.

Desire got the better of me. I pulled my thong down and tossed it on the floor. He left Nadia, moved over me, and slipped his cock between my thighs, lifting it until it brushed my sex. It was maddening to feel that hardness moving over my skin. I needed to touch myself or be penetrated already. His erection came and went, drawing near and pulling away from a spot that was already getting wet, waiting for something more.

—Roll over —he asked softly.

He lifted Nadia’s legs, rested them on his shoulders, and brought his hips close. He massaged her breasts while sliding his sex over her crotch without the slightest pretense. She bit her lip. After a while he did the same to me. I think he liked me more, because he spent time stroking my clit with the head of his cock, pressing it so it slid between my lips. I was dying of pleasure.

He went back to Nadia. He sat on her chest and placed his cock between her breasts, rubbing himself while she held them. He came to me, and since my breasts are smaller, he rubbed it over my nipples until they were so hard they almost hurt. Suddenly I felt something warm on my lips. It was his head, which he dragged across my mouth like a lipstick.

My tongue betrayed me and on one of those passes I licked it. He slid it between my lips and I ran my tongue over it again. I let him into my mouth and sucked him slowly. I took him in and out at an easy pace until I felt the first trace of his wetness. Then he pulled away, buried his face between Nadia’s legs, and ate her pussy. At that point this was definitely no longer a massage.

I waited for my turn, impatient. The guy knew what he was doing. First he licked my clit with a delicacy that surprised me, then he buried his tongue in me as if he wanted to get every last drop. The orgasm shook me all over; my legs were trembling uncontrollably. He stroked them until I calmed down. Almost at the same time I heard a muffled cry from Nadia: with his other arm he had been masturbating her while he took care of me, and she had come too.

He asked us gently whether we wanted him to penetrate us. That, he said, wasn’t part of the therapy, but he felt it would be good to close the session that way. It sounded very mystical, though my body was asking for something much more direct. We both said yes at the same time.

He got up to fetch a condom. Nadia sat on the edge of the bed and helped him put it on; she took the whole thing into her mouth and sucked it until she decided it was ready. Then she fitted the condom on. He knelt at the foot of the bed and penetrated her in that position, slowly at first and then deeper.

Meanwhile he found my sex with his free hand and slipped two fingers inside me, with a skill that left me breathless. But I was afraid he’d come with her and forget about me. So I sat beside Nadia and told him it was my turn. He laid me down, opened my legs, and entered slowly. When he had all of him inside, he kissed my neck and stroked one breast with one hand; the other was still busy with my friend.

In one thrust the condom slipped out, but I held him by the hip.

—It doesn’t matter, I’m on the pill —I whispered in his ear.

So, with nothing between us, he went back in, even firmer because of the feeling. I wrapped my legs around him so he wouldn’t get away. Another orgasm hit me, with its trembling, and then I felt him growing inside me, skin against skin, until he emptied himself with a shudder that ran through his whole body. Nadia joined the embrace and the three of us stayed like that, touching each other, for a good while.

***

Nadia got up to shower. When she looked at the bathroom she laughed and said she hadn’t realized the window was transparent. The three of us laughed. Then she put on quite a show under the water, stroking her breasts, her hips, sliding her fingers between her legs. Absolute madness.

Rubén lay back and asked me to sit on him, astride, while we watched my friend. He held my hip and guided me until I fit onto him again. My body moved on its own, sliding over him, both of us with our eyes fixed on Nadia. When the climax hit her, she had to grab the glass so she wouldn’t fall from the shaking.

He sat up and went to help her. He went under the water with her and, with Nadia arched backward, penetrated her while holding her by the hips as I watched everything from the bed. Her legs still kept giving out and she moaned as if she couldn’t handle that much pleasure, until she asked him to stop. He did it at once and they kissed with a hunger that left me touching myself without even thinking.

Nadia came back to the bed and asked the two of us to sit together. Rubén planted himself in front of us. She took him with her left hand and I with my right, and we stroked him together. Since it was taking him a while to come, I took him into my mouth while Nadia caressed the rest of him and, at the same time, slipped one finger between my legs. The shameless girl dragged another orgasm out of me; when I let out my breath to breathe, she already had him in her mouth.

I stroked Nadia’s breasts in return, trying to lick too. He pulled back just a few millimeters from her lips and finally emptied himself, sharing it between both mouths, grinding against us until there was nothing left. The three of us sat on the bed and laughed again, as if we’d just shared some huge secret.

We agreed to do it again someday. We got dressed and left him there, still recovering, I suppose not quite believing the unexpected threesome with a blonde and a brunette. Nadia and I went downstairs in silence, with silly smiles on our faces, and once we were in the street we swore we wouldn’t tell anyone. Until today.