The Masseuse My Lover Recommended to Me That Night

After the second time, I had no doubts left: I liked women, and for the first time in a long while I felt complete. Lucía had changed something in me that I didn’t know how to explain. I thought about her body at any hour, about how we fit together when we were alone, about the way she looked at me before kissing me.

We talked almost every day, but seeing each other was another story. We both worked too much. I’m a secretary at a law firm, and my weeks were a chaos of folders, calls, and deadlines. Even so, in the middle of any meeting, my mind would drift back to her.

That particular week had left me wrecked. Between the office and the gym, I was barely sleeping. I do bodybuilding and was in the middle of my competition prep, so I trained hard every afternoon. My body was paying the price: stiff shoulders, a knot in my back, a dull ache in my legs that nothing could shake off.

I needed to loosen up urgently. I called Esteban, my usual masseur, but he was out of town and wouldn’t be back until the following week. I didn’t know anyone else, so I dialed Lucía’s number.

—Hi, beautiful —she answered—. How are you?

—A total wreck —I told her, collapsing onto the couch—. I need a massage and Esteban isn’t here. Don’t you know someone you trust?

—I know the best. Her name is Vanesa, and she has incredible hands. I’ll send you her number.

A second later I got the contact, and immediately after that another message from her: “Book yourself in, relax. You’ll come out relaxed and satisfied. Trust me, haha.”

—Thanks, babe —I texted back—. I owe you one.

Without wasting time, I called the number. A deep, calm voice picked up and we arranged for Friday at seven in the evening. I wrote down the address: seventh floor, apartment seventy-four.

***

I arrived on time. I rang the bell and the door opened. In front of me stood a woman who was nothing like what I’d imagined. Tall, with short black hair, brown eyes that seemed to measure every move. She had an athletic, strong body, muscular arms covered in tattoos, a broad back, and long legs that filled out the black shorts she was wearing. The cotton T-shirt clung to her stomach and outlined every muscle.

—Come in —she said with a half smile, stepping aside.

The apartment smelled warm, of wood and flowers. She led me into a room with a massage table covered in white sheets, a shelf with jars of oil, folded towels, and several lit scented candles. The light was dim and the fragrance invited you to let your body go.

—Which option do you want? —she asked me.

—I don’t mind. Which one do you recommend?

—The longest one. It takes more time, but the result is something else. Of course, if you can keep up with me.

—I can keep up —I said, challenged—. I’m in shape.

She held my gaze a second too long and pointed to a folding screen in the corner.

—You can change over there.

—Should I take off all my clothes? —I asked.

—Stay in your underwear, but no bra.

I went behind the screen, took my clothes off, and tied my hair into a bun. I was left in a blue thong, grabbed a towel, and climbed onto the table face down. I settled my face in the opening, my arms at my sides, and waited. The candle scent started to loosen my mind even before she came back in.

***

I heard her footsteps and the door closing. She put on soft music.

—All right —she said—, we’ll start nice and easy.

She positioned herself beside the table, removed the towel, and let warm oil fall across my back. Her hands were big and firm. She started with my shoulders, my neck, the upper part of my back, and the first touch drew a sigh from me. I felt the knot built up over the whole week give way under her pressure.

—You okay? —she asked.

—I love the way you do it —I murmured.

—Wait, I’m just getting started. The best part is still to come.

Her hands moved over my back with increasing intensity. They went up and down from my waist to my neck, traced circles with her palms and sometimes with her elbows. I slipped into a deep calm, as if my body had turned to liquid.

After a few minutes she moved down to my feet. She oiled them and pressed point by point. The touch made me shiver in a different way, less relaxed, more awake.

—Easy —she said, and started slowly moving up my legs.

—You’ve got very well-sculpted legs —she commented, stopping at my calves.

—Thanks.

—How do you feel?

—Like I’m on cloud nine.

Her hands kept going up. When they reached the curve of my ass, she squeezed it hard, once, twice, several times. She didn’t stop, didn’t apologize. She kept kneading me as if it were all part of the job, and I said nothing. Something had been lit, and we both knew it.

I felt her moving around the room. And then all at once I noticed her weight: she straddled my thighs, leaning against me. By reflex I put my palms on the table to sit up, but she, one firm hand on my back, pushed me down again.

—Relax —she said in a low voice—. Relax, because now comes the best part.

She poured on more oil and the heat of her hands over my skin ran through me head to toe. My breathing began to change and she noticed it. She lay down on my back with her whole body, took hold of my shoulders, and I felt her firm breasts against me, her hips pressed to mine.

She brought her mouth to my ear.

—You’re beautiful —she whispered, and started kissing my neck, nibbling it gently.

I wanted to arch up, but her weight held me down. Her warm breath raised goose bumps along my nape.

—Do you want me to stop? —she asked.

—No —I answered without hesitation—. Don’t stop.

I turned my head searching for her mouth and she was already coming toward mine. We kissed deeply, slowly at first and then hungrily. Meanwhile she moved her hips against me, slowly, setting a rhythm that left me breathless.

—Turn over —she said, pulling away.

I did as I was told. Only then did I see her face to face: the firmness of her breasts, how tense she was. She mounted me again and we kissed with our bodies tangled, skin against skin.

With a skill that betrayed experience, she slid my thong down. I spread my legs and let her settle against me. We held each other tight, tongues searching, our whole bodies asking for more.

We started moving together, sex against sex, in a rocking motion that grew more and more intense. I slipped one arm around her back and with my other hand grabbed her ass, digging in my nails. She held on to my shoulders, and between the two of us the pace turned frantic.

—Do you like it like this? —she asked, breathless.

—Yeah —I panted—. Harder.

We looked into each other’s eyes without stopping. The table shifted a few inches with the force of it. Neither of us gave an inch.

—Tonight I want to be yours —I told her.

—Tonight you’re going to be mine —she answered.

That finished lighting us both up. We kept going until orgasm caught us almost at the same time, leaving us trembling, sweaty, and breathless on the narrow table.

***

We took a breather, and Vanesa led me by the hand to another room, to a real bed. She laid me down and began working her way down my body with her mouth, leaving a trail of kisses until she reached between my legs. What she did with her tongue ripped an intense orgasm out of me in just a few minutes. Then she came back up to kiss me and made me taste my own flavor in her mouth.

I wanted to give her everything back. I laid her on her back and went down her body until I buried my face between her thighs. While I worked her with my tongue, she pushed my head with one hand and with the other stroked her own breasts. She didn’t take long to come, and I didn’t stop until I felt her go soft.

Vanesa got up and went to the closet. She came back adjusting a harness with a large dildo.

—This is for later —she said with a naughty smile—. First, get on all fours.

I obeyed. She spread my ass cheeks apart and devoted a long while to that area with her mouth and tongue, until she had me trembling again.

—Now climb on and ride me for a bit —she said, lying on her back—. After that, I’ve got a surprise for you.

—I love surprises —I answered.

I mounted her and started moving, feeling my hips slam against hers. I leaned forward and she wrapped me up from behind, firm.

—Now comes your surprise —she whispered in my ear.

Suddenly I felt someone else climbing onto the bed, hands grabbing my hips from behind, caressing me with a familiarity I recognized instantly. I tried to turn, but Vanesa had me held tight.

—It’s me —said a voice I knew by heart—. Surprise.

It was Lucía. My Lucía. She was there behind me, and everything made sense all at once: the recommendation, the “trust me,” the “haha” in the message. They had planned it together.

—You brought a harness too —I managed to say, between the shock and the need.

—For you, my love —she answered, kissing my back.

I was caught between the two of them, completely surrendered. While one filled me, the other waited her turn, and the rhythm of both of them kept me on the edge without a break. I let myself be carried away in moans, repeating their names, lost in a tide that gave me no rest.

—Do you like having your two lovers together? —Lucía asked me in my ear.

—Yes —I panted—. Don’t stop.

The three of us came almost at the same time, wrecked, sweaty, laughing through the exhaustion. After that I leaned against the wall, standing, and Vanesa opened my legs while Lucía took care of her from behind. The sway of the three of us left us on the edge again, the thrusts getting deeper and deeper.

At some point Vanesa shoved me back onto the bed, mounted me, and bit my shoulders while she fucked me. Lucía gently moved her aside to take her place, grabbed my breasts, and made me finish while I looked at myself in the mirror’s reflection, seeing her riding me up and down.

***

We were all three spent when Vanesa showed up with some cold beers to help us recover. We toasted amid laughter, still panting, our skin sticky and our heads floating.

The last round was set by her: she put me on all fours and took me by the hips, whispering in my ear that tonight I was hers. Lucía joined in again, one hand tangled in my hair and the other buried in my waist, until pleasure split me in two and I screamed without being able to hold it back.

After that we fell asleep almost at once, one on top of the other, with no strength left for anything else.

When I woke up, Vanesa was in the middle. Lucía and I were sleeping on our sides, our heads resting on her chest, arms around her. I smiled in the dim light. I had come looking to loosen my muscles for an hour, and I was leaving with the certainty that those two women, each in her own way, had become indispensable to me.