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Way back in 2016, when one of my lady colleague told me that she was having pains in her elbows and lower back, I took all the guts and told her that she should get a massage which make her relax. Additionally she was having more stress both professionally and personally. On my advice she went to a spa and spent some money but was not happy with the services. After few months when she was completely broke with sudden demise of her father, she was more stressed and in trauma. I offered her to get massage from me which she agreed with one condition that I do not share this with anyone (at office) and she would not go full naked. We fixed a time on a rainy Friday evening post our work and went to her house. Her husband was out of country and her in-laws were in their native far from Bangalore. Since she was my first ever client (though she was my colleague but not so close friend yet) I had to be honest and professional with no prior experience. The moment we entered her house she offered me a strong coffee and she had green tea. She was in her perfect shape with nice curves but my concentration was towards to make her relaxed and make her believe that “massage” is more related to relaxing and rejuvenating than that of the bad experience she had earlier in spa from a female therapist. Later while I was sitting and changing the channels on the dumb box she went into her room to get a quick shower post which she would call me to her bedroom. She called me in after 25 minutes. I asked her to lie down on the bed facing down the bed. I washed my hands and lit a small candle which had lavender flavour and would emit the fragrance to make it a perfect environment for a massage. Then I hopped on her back and started dry massage on her upper back just to give her first hand experience. Later I poured the Ayurvedic oil mixed with essential oil which I had bought from Kerala. I started nourishing her body the same way how a mother or a care taker would do to new borns. Slowly I did all the magical moves and came down to her legs till the toe. In the middle of the action she told she was feeling sleepy which is a sign of relaxation of the body. I told her not to control if she is sleepy and she could sleep for sure. After spending good amount of time on her back (except her bumb) I whispered in her ears to turn around. She had the bra on but she was now confident and okay for me to take it off. But I waited her to give the green signal and in less than 5 minutes she asked me to remove her bra. So I did. It is always important to make the client comfortable. Now I was performing massage on her 36 size breasts and she was shy and kept her eyes closed. Then I went down to navel and was going down to her legs. With great difficulty I had to control my emotions and make my heartbeat and the manhood lower down somehow so that I do not mess it up. Once I was done with massage she certainly had went into sound sleep and I had to literally woke her up after 10 mins of my massage completion. She got up in a shocking way and asked how long was she asleep. I told her it was just last 20 mins of my massage that she was asleep. She then put a towel on her and kissed on my forehead with gratitude and told me I was extraordinary in my service and that she wouldn’t hesitate to share this experience with her childhood friends whom she trusts. But she also took my consent if I am okay to share her experience. For me, client satisfaction was more important than anything else and I nodded to her consent. I asked her to relax on the bed for few more minutes while I took the shower. Later she took the shower in Luke warm water as advised by me and I left the room. I came back to stare at the dumb box with the remote on my hand and she followed with another cup of coffee to offer me. She told she needs this massage at least once in a month in 2016. Today it has reduced to once in 15 days and the conditions are still intact. She referred 2 friends of her which multiplied and I have 17 regular clients as on date and most of them had worst experience in their past before they took it from me except 2 clients who told me I wasn’t so great at the massage. There are always two faces to a coin and I never stop taking the feedback and work on them. One thing what I learnt was, if you are honest and passionate on what you do, you really don’t need to advertise your skills. They shall take care of you.Thank you for reading!Have a nice day ahead!Raj

I was in my early 30’s - single and well-employed - and I had just bought my first house. For the three previous years, I had lived with my parents after a bad breakup, but I was travelling for work almost two-thirds of the time. So I was hardly ever there, and rarely there on weekends too. I could have easily afforded a place of my own, but it would have been empty most of the time. Instead, I banked the money I saved and bought a new car as well - and while I lived with my parents, I helped them with their major renovations. A win-win situation, but during those three years, I had been too busy to date as I was never around.Cue the house-buying. I had recently consolidated all my money for the house purchase into my one main chequing account - to the tune of almost a half-million dollars. I was still only paying for 75% of my house with cash because of how the market was where I lived, but all my money was in once place. I went to the bank on a Friday morning to get a bank draft and the teller - just a student working there for the summer - could not contain her surprise when she saw how big the account balance was. She was very cute - blushing and apologetic - and then she had to get a second teller to confirm the transaction. She too was summer student hire - though this girl was tall (over 6′) and slim and had the look of a volleyball player. Both girls were well-dressed, articulate, smiling, and very friendly. I got the bank draft and I left, heading to get a coffee next door, right behind the first teller, who was on her break. I bought her coffee and chatted her up, told her about my work and the travel, and she was very receptive. I made the bold statement and asked when she got off work. She blushed but answered, and then I realized my problem. I had nowhere to meet her!So I asked her straight up if she would meet me at the hotel next door - and that I had a room there. (I didn’t yet but it wasn’t going to be impossible.) She was still hesitant so I suggested that we meet at the bar first and she can even bring her friend (the other teller) as there was “safety in numbers”. I kissed her hand, seductively, as we left.I dropped off the draft with my lawyer, went home to get an overnight bag, and said I was going out of town, instead of just downtown. I got the room using reward points too - a king suite on the top floor - as this was summer and not a holiday weekend.The first girl (the short one) met me and we shared a beer - she got asked for ID too and I found out she was just 18 (that’s the drinking age where I live in Canada). We talked about a few things and asked if she wanted to see the room, and where her friend was. She exchanged a few text messages with the friend and we headed upstairs. After seeing the room, she sent more text messages, then went over to the balcony - and took off her top. I took off my shirt, and before we had gone past the kissing stage, we had a knock at the door. It was the tall girl - and she was late because she had further to go to get an overnight bag. A minute later she too had matched our “topless” dress code. After I got beer from room service, we settled into the bedroom and had our first round of fun. These girls were friendly with each other too, and quite wild. But the weather was perfect and they would frequently walk out onto the balcony, naked. The balcony, though, had waist-high fencing so you could only see their upper half - topless.And then I got a phone call. It was from the hotel’s manager - there were other guests on our floor - guests with children - who had seen my guests out on the balcony in a state of undress. We were asked, firmly and politely, to cover up, at least during the day. Oh well, or so I thought.We had a good laugh over this then went out for dinner, and I asked the girls if they would stay the whole weekend in the hotel. There was a lovely indoor pool, and I would cover our dinner, drinks, and some spa treatments for them. We actually ended up staying until Monday - cost me less than $1000 - and we had a great time.But that’s not what made it nasty. After that phone call about the topless girls on the balcony, and a few drinks, we came back to the room and the taller girl had an idea. She stripped from the waist down and kept her top on, and walked outside. Unless you were in the room above and to either side, you couldn’t tell. So later that evening, the girls and I were out on the balcony, all wearing tops, but naked below the waist. They would lean against the balcony barrier, and I would slip into them from behind, outside. It was hot. The middle-aged couple next door came out on their balcony and had a conversation with us, while I was screwing these girls from behind. It was incredibly hot and exciting.So the weekend ended, I got my new house and got back to travelling. I had a bit of a “sugar daddy” relationship with the taller girl for the next few months until she texted me in November to say that she now had a boyfriend, and that it was best we don’t see each other anymore. The other girl went away to school, so I never saw her after that day. But this was an incredibly fun little tryst. There was never an issue of willingness or consent - basically we were there to fuck, and both girls were quite happy to indulge me whenever I was able. Two girls that age were more than I could handle - I was drained after 3 days - and I stopped counting how many orgasms I had.To this day, one of the sexiest things for me is to see a woman walking around the house wearing just something like a bikini top but naked from the waist down, and “ready to go” at any time.