Venus' Touch

[Claire]

Teaser: His hands… were beautiful. For a man, his hands were outright lovely. They were clearly bigger than mine and could in no way be mistaken for a woman’s hands, but his palm was soft to the touch and his fingers long and slender. These weren’t hands meant to carry bricks or heavy furniture. They were meant for more sensual tasks. I’d imagine them gently playing a piano, leading a brush over a canvas or caressing a baby’s head. For a moment, I wondered what places these fingers might be able to reach.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Index:

• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3
• Chapter 4

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Title: Venus' Touch
Author: @Claire
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This story was an experiment when I first published it. I guess it still is. But this time, I will only reveal after the last chapter what the intent behind the story is.
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Venus' Touch

Chapter 1 – Living Life


Before the breakup 6 months ago, I regularly visited this cute massage studio that goes by the name Venus’ Touch. Once a month, sometimes twice I liked to get a full body massage. I can’t say that I needed it for any medical purpose, I just liked how it helped me relax. I was a regular at the place and I enjoyed talking to Serena, my massage therapist. We didn’t know each other outside of our meetings on the massage table, but catching up with her was always fun. Despite not being friends technically, I felt a bit guilty for not having talked to her for so long. When a regular client just disappears without saying anything,... that always sucks. You wonder whether you’ve done something wrong or whether something happened to them. I just didn’t want to do much after the breakup, but still, I could have called and told them that I wouldn’t come for a while. Anyway, I had recently decided that I wanted to start living again and that included treating myself to these relaxing massages that I had abandoned while wallowing in self pity.

As I entered the place, I saw a familiar face. Just as it had been 6 months ago, Julie was manning the counter. I was the only client there. I had decided to come here on a whim. Venus’ Touch would close in about an hour and normally there would be no chance to get a massage without making an appointment. I just wanted to make an appointment for next week and since I hadn’t been there for so long, stopping by on my way home from work felt more appropriate than to call. When Julie saw me, her face lit up like she saw her favorite person.

“Amelia?! No way, how are you? Do you have an appointment?”

I gave off a little sigh, then I smiled back at her.

“Hey Julie, I’m fine, thanks. And no, I was actually coming by to make an appointment for next week?”

Julie always seemed so easy to please. Every little thing excited her. It could be quite charming. But I find that people with her level of energy quickly tire me out.

“I am sorry, I just got to ask. Just tell me if it’s none of my business, okay? I was worried about you when you suddenly just stopped coming. I thought about calling you, just to check in… But Katherine said that using your number for something that’s not work related is not professional…”

Her worry seemed genuine. I didn’t want to share much about what happened, but seeing the relief on her face, I felt like I owed her an explanation.

“It's not a big deal. I went through somewhat of a bad breakup and I… just didn’t feel like doing much of anything. It had nothing to do with you guys here, I promise.”

I thought that I could hear Julie’s heart break as I looked into her face. She walked around the counter.

“Oh, come here, girl.”

She just hugged me. That was a little much for me, it’s not like the breakup happened yesterday, and Julie and I weren’t close by any stretch of the imagination. But I knew that she meant well.

“The bastard never deserved you anyway!”

She didn’t know him at all or what happened for that matter. But I guess girls got to stick together, right? I put my hands on her shoulders and applied some gentle pressure, urging her to take a step back.

“I’m really okay, or I wouldn’t be here today. Uhm, so about making an appointment for next week. As long as it’s after work, I’m actually fine with any day of the week.”

Julie hurried back behind the counter.

“Hmm, let me see, booking an appointment next week in the evening might actually be difficult…”

Julie was quickly clicking through the user interface of whatever software they were using to manage their schedule. I could hear the clicking of the mouse.

“So, business has been well then?”

I let my eyes wander around the room.

“Oh yeah, about 4 months ago, Katherine made some changes and they’ve been paying off.”

Katherine is the owner of Venus’ Touch. As I looked around the room, I saw a flier near the entrance that explained at least one of the changes they made. Originally, Venus’ Touch was a massage studio that only hired female massage therapists. Apparently, that has changed. Given the name of the establishment, hiring men might be in conflict with the branding. But I thought, it was a good move nevertheless. I mean, why shouldn’t Mars help out Venus once in a while, right?

I had once recommended this place to my ex, knowing that he enjoyed a good massage as well. I was a little offended when he didn’t even want to give it a try. Ultimately, he confessed to me that he was worried that he’d find a woman’s massage more exciting than relaxing and that he wasn’t comfortable with getting an erection under these circumstances. I had thought that most men would jump at the opportunity to feel a woman’s hands all over their body. But there seemed to be a market for men to get their massages from male massage therapists because they felt less awkward about it. Katherine must have come to the same conclusion and started hiring men.

“So, just as I thought, next week will likely not work. I could give you a call if somebody cancels, but I wouldn’t bet on it.”

I was a little annoyed that just as I had decided to reclaim some parts of my life from before the breakup, life decided to throw a wrench into my plans. But no matter, let’s make it two weeks then.

“That’s fine, I know I’m here on short notice. What about the week after?”

Julie took a quick glance at the screen.

“Yeah, that would work. Or, you could go for a massage right now, actually. Just before you walked in, I’ve got a call with a last minute cancellation. So if you’re not in a hurry and in the mood, you could take that free spot.”

For some reason, my first instinct was to refuse the offer. Some part of me still just wanted to go home and follow what I had planned for the evening. But what good reason did I actually have to decline her offer? I was forcing myself a bit here, but I thought that it was time to leave that cocoon I had spun around myself.

“You know what? Why not? I just took a shower after working out in the gym, so it should be fine, right?”

I gave her a shy smile. She beamed back at me without a care in the world. Then she clapped her hands together.

“Perfect! Then just go down the floor, around the corner and go into room 104 on the left. You know the drill, right? Have fun!”

I gave her a slight wave goodbye and then followed her instructions. I grabbed my earphones from my purse, started my favorite playlist from my smartphone and walked towards the room. There was still enough time to listen to a song or two while I undressed and until Serena showed up. In this moment I decided that today would be a great day.

I had this Friday evening planned out: After this spontaneous massage, I would go home, put on some comfortable pajamas, start watching Richard Linklater’s Before Trilogy starring Ethan Hawke and Julie Delpy for the millionth time and shove an unreasonable amount of spicy Indian takeout into my mouth while doing so. These movies always helped me restore my faith in the idea of romantic love. And as far as the Indian curry is concerned, I am usually not the kind of girl that cares much for spicy food, but the Indian cuisine somehow makes it work for me.

As I got closer to the room, the faint smell of massage oil entered my nose. I had never been in room 104 before, but I expected it to look just like the others. As I opened the door, it turned out I was right. The massage table was placed in the center of the room, the place was dimly lit, there was a small screened off area for changing, some scented candles here and there, everything like I knew it from the other rooms. As fate would have it, the playlist jumped to Kathy McCarty’s song Living Life that would play during the credits of Before Sunrise. This was just what I was in the mood for.

As I started to undress, I was humming to the music, quietly singing along.

“Hold me like a mother would
Like I′ve always known somebody should, yeah
Although tomorrow, it don't look that good”

The rhythm of Kathy McCarty’s guitar compelled me to move. It would have been a discourtesy to the word to call this dancing. It was more like a gentle swaying to the music while I took off my clothes. The first thing gone was my jacket that had kept me warm on this late autumn day.

“Well, it just goes to show
Though people say we′re an unlikely couple
I'm seeing double
Of you”

The next piece to go was my top. While I pushed it over my head, I could feel the tension in my shoulders. An involuntary painful moan escaped my mouth. I really needed that massage.

“This is life
And everything's all right”

Trying to keep moving to the music while taking my shoes and pants off was not a great idea. I tripped but caught myself before falling over. Amused by myself, I giggled a little between the words of the song, while forcing myself to stand still to remove my pants. I was in a really good mood.

“Oh, hope for the hopeless
I′m learning to cope
With the emotionless mediocrity
Oh, of
Day-to-day living”

Next, I unclasped my bra and removed the hair tie, freeing my hair from the pony tail I had forced it into. I could feel my blond hair reach my back below my shoulders. One defiant strand of hair fell over my right shoulder to the front, causing the hair tips to come to rest between my small breasts. Being a little ticklish, I brushed them back behind my shoulder where they belonged.

“How can I help, but be restless, when
Everything seems so tasteless and
All of the colors seem to have faded away”

I took one big step towards the sheet intended to cover my body on the massage table, but that step turned into a little jump as the music propelled me forward. I threw the sheet around myself almost like it was a cape but then wrapped myself in it pretending to be a normal person.

“Hold me like a mother would
Like I've always known somebody should, yeah
Although tomorrow, it don′t look that good”

I wriggled my panties from underneath the sheet down my legs. But instead of stepping out of them, I kept them around my right ankle. I looked at the chair where I had dumped all my other clothes already, took aim and…

“This is life
And everything′s all right
Living, living, living, living, living, living, living, living LIFE!”

… I kicked them off the ground, watching their trajectory with bated breath, my right leg frozen in mid air for a second. I was filled with an unreasonable amount of joy when they landed on the chair exactly as intended.

“Woo! Yes!”

I snapped my fingers in celebration of myself. Then, my victory celebration was interrupted.

“Ugh, hmm!”

As the music faded out towards the end of the song, I could hear a man from the doorway demonstratively clearing his throat. Before even turning around to look at him, I had tightly grabbed the sheet that covered my body with my left hand, while the right tried to hide my reddening face. I just wanted to sink into the ground and never return to the face of the earth.
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Writing this opening chapter was really fun. It is so different from what I usually write. Here I was going for writing an intro that could also serve as the beginning to a romantic comedy.

[Claire]

Chapter 2 – Meeting

I stopped covering my face and turned around. I saw him leaning with his back against the door frame, his hands hidden in his pockets. With a mixture of amusement and embarrassment, he was demonstrably not looking at me. Comfy blue shorts and a loose white t-shirt made him look very casual. I wasn’t a small woman, but he was clearly taller than me. I guessed that he was 2 or 3 years younger than me, 22 or 23 maybe? I liked to guess people’s age, but most of the time I was wrong. I addressed him, trying to hide my own embarrassment as best as I could.

“Sorry… Can I ask for how long you’ve been there? And am I… in the wrong room?”

I gave him a nervous smile.

“Uhm, I tried a few times to speak up but you didn’t seem to notice because of your earphones.”

He took one of his hands out of his pockets and pointed towards his ear while speaking.

“I thought about tapping you on the shoulder, but seeing your current outfit, I wasn’t sure whether this was appropriate.”

An insecure smile adorned his face. He reminded me off a timid school boy trying his best to ask a girl to go out with him. He was cute.

“And whether you’re in the wrong room… Well, I was expecting a Mr. Anthony Robertson and something tells me that you’re not him.”

And he was a bit of a smartass. For the first time, I saw him looking at me, even if it was only out of the corners of his eyes. I could only try to explain myself.

“I talked to Julie earlier. She told me that there was a last minute cancellation and that I could take over that free spot. She told me to go to room 104. This is here, right?”

He nodded along as I explained myself.

“I see, then I guess we’re both in the right room and Julie simply forgot to tell me about Mr. Robertson’s cancellation. That airhead…”

He smirked. I couldn’t blame him. Julie forgetting to inform him was something I could totally see happening. He turned his head towards me, made a few steps into the room and reached out his hand to me.

“I’m Ryan. I’m your massage therapist for today. I assume this is your first time at Venus’ Touch?”

I took his outreached hand and shook it. His hand was warm and his grip firm, but not too strong. I have a bit of a thing for hands and his… were beautiful. For a man, his hands were outright lovely. They were clearly bigger than mine and could in no way be mistaken for a woman’s hands, but his palm was soft to the touch and his fingers long and slender. These weren’t hands meant to carry bricks or heavy furniture. They were meant for more sensual tasks. I’d imagine them gently playing a piano, leading a brush over a canvas or caressing a baby’s head. For a moment, I wondered what places these fingers might be able to reach. The good thing about having a thing for hands is: even when you stare a little too long, nobody really questions you like they would were you to stare at someone’s butt, crotch or boobs. With probably a little blush on my face, I looked back up at him.

“Hi Ryan, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Amelia. I don’t mean to be rude, but I was actually expecting Serena for the massage…?”

We let go of each others hands and I took a step back, still painfully aware that I was wearing barely anything in front of this complete stranger. He had a confused look on his face.

“Serena? Ah, her! I don’t know her very well. She quit shortly after I started working here. I think she moved to another city. Heard she was very good though.”

So Serena had moved, huh? And I missed it. I looked down at my feet contemplating whether I should try to reach out to her or whether it didn’t matter anymore. Ryan kept talking.

“But I think I get it now. You were a regular some time ago back when Serena still worked here. And when Julie offered you this spot, you didn’t know that she left nor do you know about the policy changes at Venus’ Touch. And now you’re standing in front of a man you didn’t expect to see covered only by a massage sheet and... I’m clearly making you uncomfortable. I’m very sorry.”

He made an apologetic gesture with his hands and quickly took a few steps back until he was back in the doorway, trying to give me some space. He was so considerate in his reaction that I felt a little bad for him in return. I liked him.

“No, no, everything is okay. I just didn’t know about Serena quitting, that’s all.”

He shook his head and had reverted to not looking at me while talking with me.

“No, it’s not. That kind of miscommunication shouldn’t happen and is completely on us. Listen Amelia, tell you what. I see three options here. A, I give you the massage you’re here for if you’re fine with that. And really, no pressure if you’re not. B, I get Katherine for your massage. She is still busy with another massage right now, but I’m sure that she’d be more than willing to work a bit of overtime for a returning regular like yourself. You might have to wait for about half an hour though until she’s ready. And C, you reschedule with Julie for another time. In either case, we’ll give you a 50% discount. How does that sound?”

I was impressed how he was handling this. I wondered whether handling situations like this was part of his training for his license as a massage therapist or whether Katherine had drilled this into him. Either way, he was good at what he was doing. I felt at ease.

I considered the options in front of me. I really didn’t want to reschedule now that I had decided to go for this spontaneous offer and was already undressed in front of the massage table. And waiting half an hour for Katherine, ugh… She knew what she was doing with her hands, no doubt, but the woman either didn’t talk at all or she was all business. Ryan seemed like fun to talk to. I couldn’t deny that some part of me got a little worried at the thought of letting a man I barely knew so close to my mostly naked body. But what of it? Had I not considered my ex’s concerns over getting a massage from a woman silly? I wouldn’t chicken out like he did. Also, it’s not like I wasn’t curious what these long, slender fingers would feel like on my skin.

“You don’t know this about me, Ryan, but today is the day that I decided to discover my spontaneous side. Let’s go with option A. And if you screw this up, I won’t be too disappointed because I’m paying only half.”

Ryan laughed.

“That’s the spirit. Then make yourself comfortable on the table, I’ll be back in a minute.”

Before he left the room, he had one more thing to say with a grin on his face.

“Oh, and by the way, behind that screen over there, that’s where people normally undress.”

Smartass. It’s not like I didn’t know that. With Serena, this simply hadn’t been necessary. I saw him leave the room. I lay face down on the massage table and covered myself with the sheet that I had abused as a makeshift cape and robe. I was getting comfortable just lying there before the massage had even begun.
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For readers of Späte Genugtuung: This is actually where the character of Anthony Robertson was born, or his name at least.

[Claire]

Chapter 3 – Flirting


When he reentered the room, he gave off an energetic aura.

“Okay Amelia, what are you here for today? I was prepared for a full body massage, but that was for Mr. Robertson.”

He was walking around the room with quick steps, grabbing a few things.

“A full body massage is good, but I think my shoulders need some extra attention.”

He came to a rest standing next to the table.

“Okay, then I think that’s where we’ll start. Anything else you’d like to mention beforehand? Maybe there is something that Serena always did that you liked?”

I couldn’t come up with anything specific that was special about my past messages.

“Hmm, I don’t know. She tried a few different massage oils in the beginning, but we settled on coconut oil at some point. I just like the smell a lot.”

“If the lady wants coconut oil, the lady gets coconut oil. Good choice, I like it too. Let me see what I’m working with here.”

For the fist time, I could feel his warm hands touch my body. He put them on my shoulders. I could immediately tell the difference between his hands and Serena’s. They were similar in the care and gentleness they exuded. But the sheer size of his hands gave them a different feel. Whatever they were touching, wherever they were applying pressure, they were enveloping part of my body. His hands were moving slowly over my shoulders towards my neck, feeling my skin and the muscle underneath. He’d stop for a moment, apply a bit of pressure to an area and then moved on a little further.

“I see, those are tense shoulders indeed. How does that feel? Too much pressure, too little?”

It felt good. I only realized how much I needed this and how much I had missed this now that I was back on the massage table.

“It feels nice. A little more pressure wouldn’t hurt though.”

He fulfilled my wish immediately. He kept repeating his earlier motions but with ever increasing pressure until he believed to have found the sweet spot. Whether he based that on some feedback he felt from his hands or on the first soft moan that escaped my mouth, I don’t know. But I was more than happy to feel him continue like this. I loved his hands.

“Alright, seems like somebody really needed that. Let’s get some of that nice coconut smell in the air, shall we? Oh, and do you prefer to talk a bit during your massage or do you want me to shut up?”

I could feel him lift his hands from my shoulders. I missed them immediately. The sensation of warm oil dripping on my back followed soon after.

“Honestly? Depends on who I am talking to. Serena and I had a good vibe, but my first massage here was actually with Katherine. She was a bit too stiff and professional for my taste.”

I felt him moving down the sheet that was covering me, folding it over my butt. My lower back was now exposed, but my butt was still firmly covered. I knew that he did that because he wanted to cover my entire back in oil, but it made me feel self-conscious.

“I can see that. Katherine certainly isn’t everybody’s darling with that tough attitude. A good boss though. She really cares for the people she hires.”

I felt his oil covered hands rubbing my back, from my shoulders to my lower back. His hands moved smoothly over my body and the desired coconut smell became ever more present in the room.

“For now, let’s talk. I’m a little scared that I might fall asleep if it gets too quiet.”

After covering my entire back in oil, he moved his hands back to my shoulders.

“Don’t be. Falling asleep during a massage happens more often than you think. Might seem a bit weird at first, but I usually take it as a compliment.”

I could feel some of the tension leave my shoulders. I was all to eager to snuggle my shoulders into his big, sensual hands.

“I guess you’re right. And it’s not like I could embarrass myself any further after that introduction…”

I was fishing for him to say something nice.

“Oh, come on. It wasn’t that bad. Do you know how many super stressed people I see here over the course of a week? It’s really nice to see someone bring some positive energy with them for a change. And you got a nice singing voice, if I may say so. Good taste in music too.”

He didn’t disappoint.

“Oh? You recognized the song?”

His hands started to move down my back, again taking small steps, stopping, applying pressure and moving a little further again. That seemed to be his way of assessing the state of my muscles.

“Yeah, I’ve seen Before Sunrise. I don’t know the name, but that song plays during the credits, right?”

Why did it make me so happy that he knew one of my favorite movies?

“Yes, exactly. Not a lot of people I know have seen it. Did your girlfriend force you to watch it?”

Was I trying to find out whether he had a girlfriend or did I honestly think that the Before movies aren’t for men? In this moment, I didn’t know myself.

“Nah, I just like Ethan Hawke as an actor. Once I started watching Sunrise, I had to keep watching until I finished Midnight. For me, it’s the dialogues in these movies that got me hooked. Extremely well written.”

I couldn’t believe my luck. I was desperately trying not to slip into fangirl mode.

“Yes exactly, it all feels so natural. Too few people know these movies in my opinion. And what I would give for a fourth one!”

On their downward trajectory, his hands finally reached my lower back. He started to apply pressure with his left palm, putting the right hand above his left. The image of someone performing CPR came to my mind. I became aware of how close to my butt his hands were. I let out another involuntary moan, but this one sounded more sensual and I could feel myself blush in response. Ryan didn’t seem to notice for which I was grateful.

“I’m not so sure whether a fourth movie would be a good idea. I liked how the trilogy ended. However, I like Sunset the most out of the trilogy. Do you have a favorite?”

I really liked to talk with him about my favorite movies, but in this moment, I was so focused on his hands. They were hitting a nice spot and to add to my ever increasing embarrassment, I could feel myself getting wet because of his touch. I was so glad that the female body was more subtle in showing its arousal compared to the male body.

“Uhm, yeah, depends on my mood which I like the best, I guess. Recently, I’ve been mostly in a Midnight mood, but I think that might be changing to Sunset at the… Kyah!”

His hands had felt good, but when the pressure he applied relaxed a larger muscle knot, I was surprised by the sudden release of tension, a jolt when through my body and I let out a surprised shriek. I made a little jump forward on the table and as a result did his hand briefly brush over my butt. He removed his hands from my body for a moment.

“Amelia? Everything okay?”

I sighed in frustration.

“Other than that I found yet another way to embarrass myself? Yeah, I’m fine.”

I could feel him trying to put the massage sheet back over my naked behind without me noticing. Sadly, I did notice, which made it clear to me that my little surprise jump had exposed myself. God, why had I not put my panties back on after I realized that Serena wasn’t here anymore?

“Its fine. I should have warned you that I was working on a muscle knot. Sorry for the surprise, but it feels good, right?”

He was right. It did feel good. Over all the tension in my shoulders, I hadn’t even noticed how much my back was in need of a massage as well.

“Mhm… I think you owe me one for that surprise, though.”

I could hear him take a few steps back, moving towards my feet.

“You are a demanding customer, aren’t you? Shoot, what can I do for the lady?”

He moved up the sheet covering my lower body to give his hands access to my feet and legs. I was now naked before him except for the folded together strip of cloth lying over my butt.

“I just want to ask a question. I hope this is not too personal, but what is so fascinating about massaging other people for you?”

I was genuinely curious. People often ask what you do, but from my experience, you can learn a lot more about who someone is if you ask for the why instead of the what.

“That’s a new one. Usually people ask me what I do or whether I like my job. But fascination? A rather strong word. You’re making quite the assumption here, don’t you think?”

After having covered my legs with oil as well, I felt him starting on my feet. I was a little ticklish under my feet, but I didn’t have to say anything. As soon as he noticed, he adjusted his touch. In enjoyed the warmth of his fingers as he touched my toes. His hands seemed to adapt their form to meet the shape of my feet. His every touch was so gentle. It became clear to me, that he was serving me.

“I’m sorry. I just assumed that you were passionate about your job because… uhm… you’re so good at it. But if that’s not the case, forget that I asked.”

I loved my job. Working as a research assistant at the university while writing my dissertation in sociology was the best thing I’ve ever done in my life. Sometimes, I forgot that for a lot of people, working was just a means to earn money.

“Oh, no no, I love what I do. And thanks for the compliment. How would I describe my... fascination... with massaging people? Hmm,... Part of it is that I like to see how it makes other people feel good. Massaging someone, you see the positive effect you have on someone’s wellbeing very immediately. If I touch you like this…”

His hands had moved on from my feet up my left leg and were now treating my calf. He made me moan in relief once more as he helped the muscle relax.

“… I can tell immediately that you liked this. But it’s more than that. I think you can learn a lot about a person with just your hands, not unlike what your eyes or ears might tell you about someone.”

I could see his point about getting an immediate feedback from your client. As someone who works on academic research most of the time, the effect you have on the world can be difficult to see if there is any at all. Maybe that is why I enjoy teaching as well, I can see the effect on my students. But I didn’t fully understand what he meant by getting to know people through a massage.

“What do you mean? What did you learn about me that doesn’t come from us talking? How much pressure I like on my shoulders?”

His hands had moved up even further and were now massaging my thigh. I was focusing on our conversation, but also couldn’t ignore the growing wetness between my legs as his hands kept moving further up.

“Well, let’s start with the obvious. Quite a few women that come here for a massage are thin, but are actually what you call skinny fat, meaning that they have little muscle but a high body fat percentage. That’s clearly not you. I can feel that you work out, that you’re not just doing cardio but work with weights and that you’re not one to skip leg day.”

His thumbs were now resting on top of my thigh while his palms and fingers were wrapped around my leg. The fingers on his right hand were so close to my labia. If his hand, for lack of a better word, slipped just a little, he’d feel both the moisture and the heat between my legs. He was massaging my thighs with the same skill he had shown on all the other parts of my body he had already touched. To describe the feeling as good wouldn’t do it justice. It was arousing, enticing, titillating and in some moments borderline frustrating as the imagined touch didn’t occur. With every little circling motion of his slender fingers on my sensitive skin, I could sense him inch higher and higher until… I realized that this could not be true. Had his hand actually been traveling up further and further, he would have long since reached that burning slit between my legs. It was only my excited mind that envisioned him getting closer and closer, that… wished for him to do it.

“But that’s not all I can tell. Can you tell me what the muscles in your thigh feel like that I am massaging?”

A new sensation added to my embarrassment. I could feel some of the wetness my body produced escape from the entrance to my vagina and slowly trace the path between my lips on its inevitable course to the massage table. How would I explain these wet stains on the table once we were done? Fuck, this was so bad… Right, I got it. Sweat and massage oil! That’s it! People sweat during massages, right?

“Uhh, mhm, yeah, it feels g… good. No knots, right?”

I thought that answer made sense.

“Right, exactly. Now compare this to your neck.”

His left hand let go of my leg, while the right hand stopped moving but kept resting on my inner thigh, so dangerously close to the truth I was trying to hide. His left hand started to massage my neck and shoulders again.

“You feel the difference? There is little tension in your legs overall. I guess that the cardio you do helps your legs relax after your weight training. But your shoulders still need plenty of attention despite our earlier treatment. In my experience, you see shoulders this stiff only in people that spent most of their day at a desk in front of a screen and who then go to the gym to lift weights without doing the proper amount of stretching. That tells me, that you’re most likely an educated woman with a desk job, but you try to take care of your body.”

He was spot on with his deduction. I would have been even more impressed, had I not been distracted by trying to breath and talk normally.

“You’re right… I am a sociologist… So yeah, lot of staring at computer screens… Anything else you can tell?”

He gave my excited mind and body a bit of rest, when he moved back to my feet and repeated what he had just done on my left leg with the right.

“Hmm, from the way your toes curl whenever you think that you enjoy a touch a little more than you should, I can probably infer your age… Just kidding.”

It was just a stupid joke… but did my toes really curl without me noticing?!

Over the course of the next 15 to 20 minutes, he kept massaging my right leg, my arms and finally even my head. Every few minutes, he returned to my shoulders and neck, the area most in need of his professional touch. I came to accept my arousal as I told myself that I would just enjoy the moment and then return here in my memories later tonight when I was alone at home. So what if the pretty boy was a little more exciting than I thought with his beautiful sensual hands all over my body? Was that really so bad? Just enjoy it, I thought. When he stood directly in front of my head while massaging it, I caught myself several times trying to catch a glimpse of his crotch, wondering if he was aroused as well. But with my head either lying on the side or me staring into the table, I wasn’t able to get a good look.

We talked about many different things, my work as a sociologist, how he came to know that he liked giving massages, whether the movie Boyhood was just gimmicky or actually good, where to get the best Indian food (I was right, he was wrong) and whether Venus’ Touch could help me get in touch with Serena. Then, we reached a critical point.

“All right, can you turn over and lie on your back? I think we’re finally done with your shoulders and your back in general.”

[Claire]

Chapter 4 – Ambiguity


“Just let me get a towel for you.”

He moved a few steps away from the table and turned his back to me. I turned around and sat upright, covering my breasts with my hand and arm. With my right hand, I adjusted the sheet lying over my hips. I took a quick glance between my legs, confirming that my arousal had indeed dripped a little onto the table. But it wasn’t nearly as bad as I had imagined it in my mind. I looked at Ryan who came back with a towel that I could use to cover my breasts.

“You really did a wonderful job with my shoulders and neck.”

I was demonstrably tilting my head back and forth and hunching my shoulders. It felt good, the movement felt smooth.

“Thanks, you’re welcome. Here, to cover yourself.”

He offered me the towel. I looked at it for a moment, then I looked back at him. For some reason, I felt more daring than usual.

“You know what? I don’t think we need this.”

I had always thought that we shouldn’t treat the female and the male chest so differently. If guys could run around topless without causing a scene, why couldn’t women too?

“It’s your call. Whatever you feel most comfortable with.”

He kept offering me the towel, but instead of taking it, I stopped covering my breasts and lay down on my back. He put the towel away and positioned himself behind my head.

“Do you want a massage for your face?”

I just nodded and closed my eyes. Then his fingers descended upon me once again. He treated my face with the same care he had provided for my back. I wondered what he thought. Was he watching my breasts while working on my face? What did he think about my nipples getting hard, poking in the air as if to greet him? I felt his fingers on my eyebrows, my forehead, my cheeks, even my nose. I wished I could feel his fingers brush over my sensitive lips, giving them a small kiss in the process. The thought made me smile.

“Did you think of something funny?”

We hadn’t talked much since I had turned around. Maybe he was uncomfortable with the sudden silence. I opened my eyes and looked up at his face.

“Just wondered what you might be able to figure out about me from knowing my facial structure.”

He chuckled. It was cute. I could feel his small burst of suppressed laughter ripple through his fingers onto my face.

“I think at this point, you’re looking for a magician’s insights and no longer for a massage therapist.”

He was smiling back at me. I kept staring into his eyes, his pupils dilated. They were green… and beautiful. I don’t really know what made me say what I said next.

“Making people happy with just the touch of your hand… If that isn’t magic, then I don’t know what is.”

His eyes widened a bit in response, then I think I saw him blush a little before he averted his gaze. As I kept looking up at him, I noticed a short flutter in the fabric of his blue shorts. Had his penis just twitched? I wasn’t entirely sure, but the thought alone made me blush. I felt him let go of my face.

“Alright, let me return to your legs. Your face doesn’t feel so stiff so it should be fine for now.”

He quickly moved around the table and started to once more work on my feet. From there, he worked his way up again, this time focusing on the front side of my legs that had been hidden while I was lying on my stomach. Just like before, I felt my arousal growing as his hands reached my thighs again. But this time, it was even more intense. Thinking that he might be getting hard while touching me, knowing that he could see my exposed chest, all of that made the unspoken wish that his hands traveled just a little further than they were supposed to even stronger. At this point I wasn’t just wet, I wasn’t just overflowing onto the table… My pussy felt so desperately empty.

“Mhm… Ahh…”

I could hear myself moan, not knowing whether I couldn’t suppress it anymore or simply didn’t want to. He stood besides my hips again now that he had made his way back up from my feet once more. He didn’t say anything while he was massaging, no caressing my inner thigh, although he must have heard me moan. With every circling motion of his hands, he pushed up the sheet lying over my hips just a little further. His massage of my legs had urged them slightly apart without me even noticing it until now. They weren’t spread widely, just enough that my feet were no longer touching each other, maybe a little more than a hand’s breadth apart. His hand’s, not mine. I loved his hands so much.

I wondered whether he could see between my legs now or whether the sheet still covered me. But it didn’t matter anymore. I had been grateful for the subtlety of female arousal before, but this subtlety was now all but gone. Sweet moans of pleasure escaping my lips, my cheeks flushed from excitement, my nipples erect without even trying to hide their wish to be touched and licked, my breasts heaving alluringly up and down as my breath had sped up. Who needed the view of liquid pouring from between legs to confirm my arousal?

While his right hand kept teasing my thigh, his left hand had moved to my stomach. This had stopped being a massage some time ago. He was gently touching me, exploring my body while exerting barely any pressure at all. Neither of us cared anymore about relaxing muscle knots. He was just serving my desire with his hands. Every time his fingers brushed over my navel, I wished it was his tongue circling it instead.

“AH!…. Mhm… Hmpf… Ahm, Ah!”

I bit down on my lower lip, my eyes were closed, the sensation of his pretty fingers on my hot skin was all that filled my mind. Then his voice made me acknowledge more of his existence than just his hands alone.

“Do you want some help with that?”

What was he asking? I looked at his face, but he didn’t look back at me, maybe at my boobs or my stomach? I glanced at his crotch and there was no mistaking it. The soft fabric of his loose shorts did barely anything to hide his erection. It looked long and slender, just like his fingers, only hidden by a thin veil of cloth that revealed the outline of his member. Just as my arousal had leaked onto the massage table, so had his left a stain on his shorts. I involuntarily licked my lips once.

“Ah… hmm… with what?”

He didn’t answer me with his words. Instead he looked me in the eye. I think he was trembling a little. Was he excited… or scared? Then I felt his hand finally, finally, finally move up from my inner thigh over my lips. And then he just stopped.

Neither of his hands moved anymore nor did he say anything. His hand was now resting on my vulva. The ball of his hand lying on my mound, his palm putting the smallest amount of pressure on my clit, his long fingers covering my lips as if they were guarding the entrance to my vagina. He must have been able to feel the moisture leaking from within me as it splashed against his fingers. It took me a few seconds to understand, but this was his answer. Did I want help with that?

I wanted so badly to just say yes. If our positions were reversed, if it was me gently holding his cock in my hand, asking him if he wanted me to continue, he would have in all likelihood said yes without a second thought. Afterwards, he could brag about this crazy encounter he had at the massage studio with his female massage therapist and nobody would judge him for it. What a lucky guy!

Intellectually, I knew that saying yes wouldn’t make me a slut. If anything, he was the one who was being unprofessional. I rejected this double standard for men and women and I had been atheist for a while now, so fuck what Jesus, god or the local priest thought about me. But I hated my Christian upbringing lingering in the back of my mind so much in this moment. Good girls don’t let men they knew only for an hour or two finger them.

I don’t know how much time had passed, but I wasn’t even close to articulating a conscious choice when my body answered for me. My body spread its legs for him, inviting his touch. That was all the confirmation he needed. I felt one of his fingers slowly pushing into me.

“Wai… AH!… Hmm… mhm…”

Why did this feel so good? His finger had barely entered me, when my vagina decided to wrap itself around it, inviting it further in. At first, he just let it rest there, waiting for my pussy to provide it with a generous coating of my vaginal fluids while it tried to suck him further in. Instead of moving his finger inside of me, he began a circling motion with his palm rubbing over my clit. His restraint was killing me.

I gave up any attempt not to moan long ago, now I was only trying to be not too loud. I looked at his still veiled cock once more. I wasn’t glancing or glimpsing anymore, I was staring unapologetically. I had no idea what he was thinking or feeling, but its desperate twitching looked painful to me.

While I was mesmerized by his erection and moaning from the tingling that his palm caused in my clit, he removed the sheet that was once meant to cover my body. Then his left hand touched my stomach once more and from there wandered up my body. Reaching my breasts, he decided to linger for a while. His hands were more than big enough to cover one of my breasts whole. He rubbed over them repeatedly with his palms. Not unlike during his earlier massage, he kept increasing the pressure, pressing my nipples slightly into my boobs as he kept moving. Every time his palm made contact with one of my nipples, I was afraid that they would be so hard that they would cut into the soft skin on his hand.

He ended his massage of my breasts with a soft pinch and a small tug of my left nipple. The result was an excited girlish shriek briefly interrupting the moans of a woman in heat. His hand continued his journey, reaching and sliding over my throat before finally coming to a rest gently caressing my left cheek. My face was so hot that his hand felt almost cool in comparison. He let his thumb trace the outline of my lips. My tongue hatched from in between my lips and gave his thumb a welcoming nudge before retreating back into its natural habitat.

I closed my eyes again accepting the overwhelming pleasure of finally a second finger entering my pussy. At the same, his thumb pushed past my lips into my mouth. He started moving his fingers, slowly sliding in out of me repeatedly. Meanwhile, his thumb was massaging my tongue. Of course it was. He had massaged every other spot on my body, so why not my tongue and the walls of my vagina? It all felt so natural.

I finally understood why this felt so good. Six months ago, my ex had confessed to me that he had cheated on me repeatedly for the last three months of our relationship. He never gave me the chance to leave him because his confession wasn’t part of him trying to ask me for another chance, it was part of him leaving me for his affair. I had noticed before that something was wrong, I hadn’t felt his appreciation for me anymore when he touched me. And I longed for that. To be held and touched with appreciation. Ryan did exactly that. He touched me like I was the most precious girl in the world. He was rock hard and in need of release just as much as I was, but he hadn’t touched himself for a moment nor asked me for anything in return for his care. Not caring for his own needs, he was serving me.

I stopped myself from thinking too much about this. A single tear had already escaped my eyes and if I thought about this anymore, I knew I would start crying. Ryan noticed my tear, pulled his thumb out of my mouth and wiped it away. I looked back at the twitching bulge in his shorts as he kept fingering me. I wanted to touch it, feel its heat. I reached out my hand and grabbed the waistband of his shorts. But I stopped myself before pulling them down and just held onto them for a moment. I didn’t know Ryan.

I wanted to see his naked cock. I didn’t want to grab it yet or put it in mouth. I just wanted to let one of my fingers trace down its entire length, from its tip to the root. I wanted to feel its length, its girth, the blood filled veins, the weight of his balls begging for release. I imagined myself spreading a drop of his precum over the entire tip with my thumb. My hands were so small compared to his, but I’m sure he would enjoy them wrapping around his shaft. But I didn’t know Ryan. I decided to let him serve me for now, to let him make me come, to think about further steps when I could think clearer. I let my hand go from his waistband without pulling his shorts down.

I was close. I loved his fingers inside of me. They were able to reach so much deeper than I ever could. He had sped up his movements considerably, but he was still sliding and not thrusting. I was so wet and hot that I imagined a small torrent of bubbling hot water bursting forth from the tight gap between his fingers and my pussy’s lips every time he pushed his fingers inside me. When he started to target my G-spot, he was close to sending me over the edge.

“Ah… Mhm!… god… AH!… please… Hmmm… Yes!… I… AH!”

I was so close. I grabbed his hand still resting on my face, squeezing it tightly. My other hand grabbed my left boob, kneading it, feeling the raging heartbeat hidden underneath. My eyes were closed, I could feel it coming. And then… he pulled his fingers out and stopped.

What a let down. Why did he do that? I was breathing heavenly. I tried to speak.

“Ahhh,… hmm… why…?”

I was a bit frustrated by the sudden end, but when I felt him touch my clit and part my pussy’s lips again, I was willing to forgive him. It felt different though. Was that his thumb? No… wait! I opened my eyes and looked down my body. Ryan had joined me on the massage table. He was now wearing nothing but his white shirt. I hadn’t even noticed when he pulled his shorts off. I could see his naked cock stand tall between his legs… and mine. He was about to put it in.

“Ryan, I don’t wa…”

He kissed me, taking away my ability to say anything. I liked how his lips felt. They were soft, just like his hands. I liked the feeling of his body’s weight and skin on mine. But he was about to push his penis inside of me, without asking, without a condom. I braced myself for the impact of his penis entering me with one smooth motion. I wasn’t wet, no, I was dripping and drenched and there would be nothing stopping him from guiding the entirety of his cock into me with even the gentlest of thrusts. But he didn’t. Instead, he was pushing into me slowly, very very slowly. His cock’s head was just knocking at the entrance to my vagina and I could feel my lips parting at a speed of barely a millimeter per second for the welcome invader.

I moaned into his mouth when the tip had finally pried open my non-resisting lips. They were hugging the precum dripping head of his cock as if it were a close friend they hadn’t seen for a long time. I felt his hands sliding over my arms. His hands interlocked with mine and came to rest above our heads. It didn’t feel forceful, but was he pinning me down or just holding my hands during sex?

Everything he did felt good. His soft kisses, his chest pressing against my breasts, his penis entering me. I was excited and scared. And because I was scared, I got even more excited. He was pushing into me at an agonizingly slow speed. Was he so slow because he wanted to delay my orgasm even further or was he scared of immediately coming himself if he moved faster? My vagina offered his advance no resistance at all and he had finally progressed to my G-spot. Feeling the soft head of his cock press against it made me tilt my head back and moan loudly.

“AAHHH!… Mhm…”

I just wanted to come, I just wanted him to get off me, I just wanted him to push deeper into me. Then I realized, my mouth was free again. I could say something if I wanted to. Just one word: stop. I should say it. But I was scared. What if he didn’t stop? Then all of this would be… It felt good, so if I just enjoyed it, then it would be fine, right? I was so afraid to say something and find out what this was. Before I came to a decision, I felt his mouth on mine again. This time, he pushed his tongue between my lips. It wasn’t forceful, it was a good kiss. Our tongues weren’t wrestling. If anything, it was more like playful fencing. His spear’s head finally slipped past my G-spot and I felt myself longing for this intense contact again.

Never before in my life had I been penetrated this slowly. If this was me home alone with a toy, I wouldn’t be able to resist pushing it into me faster when being this aroused. He hadn’t made a sound yet since he started pushing into me. His long, slender penis just kept disappearing inside of me millimeter for millimeter and I thought that it would never end, that his cock and my pussy were both infinite in this moment, that the desired friction between us would go on forever. But of course, these were just delusions of a mind overwhelmed by pleasure. At last, he had buried himself completely inside of me and I felt… filled... in the best kind of way. He pulled his lips from mine and gave off the faintest moan.

“Ah…”

With the same snail like pace as before, he began to withdraw his penis. Then I tasted his lips again. I wanted him to stay where he was. I didn’t want to feel empty again. But I also needed him to keep moving. He let go off my hands and put his hands on my head, stroking my hair. I could try pushing him away now, but I’d never be able to overpower him if he didn’t want to go. Instead I found myself wrapping my arms around him, burying one of my hands in his short curly hair.

I was sure that we were both living on the edge right now. He had just passed my G-spot again and I had almost come. If he kept going like this, he would soon pull out, but I knew that he would slide back into me again before that could ever happen. This was my last chance to say something before… he would come inside me. It was the first time for me that I had sex without a condom. I just… couldn’t bring myself to face the possibility of him ignoring my wish to stop. He must have known that he could not just come inside of a woman he barely knew without me having to tell him, right?

As expected, he didn’t pull out. His second push inside me turned out to be a repeat of the first one with only one major difference. When he had buried his full length inside of me once more, I couldn’t take it anymore and I came. I finally came. I came so hard that it cost me all of my willpower to suppress a scream that surely would have alerted Julie and Katherine and whoever else was nearby. I felt the heat and the tingling that his cock had caused inside of me spread throughout my entire body. It was the most intense orgasm I ever experienced. Then, a new sensation was added. The contractions of my pussy around his cock sent him over the edge as well and for the first time in my life, I experienced a man spurting his cum inside of me. His warmth filled me and the spasms of his cock teased my hypersensitive pussy once more, causing me to experience what I believed to be a second orgasm on top of the first one.

I was loudly moaning into his ear while he muffled his own grunts by breathing into my neck. Every time he spurted his sperm into me, it increased my own pleasure as if his seed was the fuel for my lust. I didn’t want it to end. The first thing that any of us said in a while came out of my mouth.

“Mhm,… ahhh…. keep… coming… Aah…”

It was a nonsensical request. But I knew that for as long as he kept pumping his cum inside my cunt or until I was completely filled, my body would keep responding in kind. There was still so much pussy left for him to fill. I just didn’t want to stop coming myself. But it was a wish that was impossible for him to grant and so our shared orgasms reached their inevitable end.

I was breathing heavily. His body had collapsed on top of mine. My arms were still wrapped around him. My right hand grabbed onto his hair while the nails on my left hand had dug themselves into his back. Exhausted, I let my arms fall next to my body, making it easier for him to get off me. Apparently, I had also wrapped my legs around him. I had no memory of doing that but I let my legs rest on the massage table too. He was still inside me, but I could fell him soften. I noticed his rapid but slowing breath on my shoulder. My body was hot, and I didn’t mean aroused, I mean literally hot. The scent of sex fought with the scent of coconut oil in the room.

The weight of his body on mine that had felt comforting just moments ago was now foreign to me. Who even was this man? He slowly lifted himself up. He briefly looked me in the eye. But as we both felt his softening penis slip out of me, he wasn’t able to keep looking at me. I found his face hard to read. What was he thinking about? Both our orgasms had been massive, but I think that neither of us was particularly satisfied in this moment. He got off the massage table and I stopped looking at him. Then I felt a large amount of his cum burst out of me like a small flood. I flinched at the sensation. I had wanted it inside of me so bad and now I was glad to get out of me. But the feeling of part of it sticking to my vulva’s lips and my butt as it flowed onto the table, adding to the small puddle of liquid my own body had produced, reminded me of him coming inside me. How could something that I wanted so much suddenly be so alien to me?

Looking at the ceiling, I cried a few tears. I quickly wiped them away before he noticed, I think. It was hard for me to put into words how I felt. Had I wanted this? For the most part, yes. Had it felt good? Very much so. Had I agreed to this? Not really. Did I have the chance to object harder? Absolutely. I was just scared of him ignoring my objections after he penetrated me without asking. I couldn’t tell to what degree I didn’t say anything because it felt good and to what degree I wanted to maintain the plausible deniability to myself that this wasn’t ra… I looked at him. He reached out his hand and was about to put it on my shoulder. But he stopped himself. Unable to look me in the eye, he asked:

“Uhm… are you… okay?”

I didn’t know. I felt weird.
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Venus' Touch was my attempt to come up with a story where the question of consent is truly ambiguous. In real life, when rapists claim that they thought their victim wanted it too, it is in probably 99% of cases an excuse they made up for themselves. Here, I wanted to design a scenario in which both people involved might afterwards genuinely ask the question "Was this ok?". When I first published this story, I challenged my readers to retell the story from Ryan's perspective, to tell us not a different version of the events itself but give us Ryan's thoughts and feelings throughout their meeting. I would still like someone to do that, or maybe even multiple people to do that. Maybe I will write it myself at some point. But to get back to the question at hand. How do you view the sex between the two? Let me know in the poll and with a comment. I'd be curious to see read what you think.

[Blue]

Given the level of detail you described the scene, especially what she felt and wanted, it was by no means rape, but clearly consensual sex.
I found the description of her feelings very well done, even though, as a man, I can only partially understand what a woman feels in such a situation.