My Mentor’s Words vs. My Growing Feelings for My Client

The warm California sun had given way to the cool ocean breeze as I stood on the deck of the cruise ship, gazing out at the endless expanse of blue water. It was a moment of peace, a chance to clear my head and process the whirlwind of emotions that had been swirling inside me since I’d boarded the ship. My time in the Army was coming to an end, and I was eager to start this new chapter of my life as a masseur.

Ron, my mentor and friend, had given me some sage advice earlier that day. “Don’t single out any one girl on the cruises, Dano,” he’d said. “Tell them it’s against our policy to get serious with them, and we must treat all passengers equally.” I’d nodded, taking it to heart, but I couldn’t help feeling a spark of excitement whenever I met a new client.

Sandy, the 18-year-old blonde I’d met earlier, was still on my mind. Her smile, her laughter, her captivating blue eyes… I’d tried to push her out of my thoughts, but she lingered, a constant presence in the back of my mind. I’d turned down her offer, of course, but a part of me wondered what it would be like to be with her, to explore the depths of our connection.

As I stood on the deck, lost in thought, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. It was one of the ship’s crew, come to remind me that it was time for my next massage. I nodded, putting on a professional smile, and made my way to the massage room. The rest of the day passed in a blur, a series of clients and massages that left me feeling drained but satisfied.

But my mind kept wandering back to Sandy, and the promise I’d made to meet her in my cabin later that night. I’d tried to push the thoughts away, but they lingered, a constant buzz in the back of my mind. I knew I had to be careful, to keep my professional boundaries intact, but a part of me was eager to explore this new connection, to see where it might lead.

“Dano, can I talk to you for a minute?” Ron said, appearing by my side as I finished up my last massage of the day. I nodded, curious, and followed him to a quiet corner of the ship.

“I’ve been thinking, Dano,” he said, his eyes serious. “You’re doing great work out here, but I want to remind you of the rules. No getting serious with the clients, no mixing business with pleasure. You’re a professional, Dano. Let’s keep it that way.”

I nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude towards Ron. He was right, of course. I knew the rules, and I knew why they were in place. But a part of me wondered if it was possible to balance my professional life with my personal desires. Was it possible to have it all, or would I have to choose between the two?

“I understand, Ron,” I said, smiling. “I’ll be careful. I promise.”

He nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. “I know you will, Dano. Now get some rest. You’ve got a big night ahead of you.”

I watched him walk away, feeling a sense of anticipation building inside me. What would the night bring? Would I see Sandy again, and if so, what might happen between us? The possibilities swirled in my mind, a tantalizing mix of excitement and uncertainty. I took a deep breath, feeling the cool ocean breeze on my skin, and smiled. It was going to be a long night.

I made my way back to my cabin, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew I had to be careful, to keep my professional boundaries intact, but a part of me was eager to explore this new connection, to see where it might lead.

As I opened the door to my cabin, I felt a rush of excitement. Sandy was already there, her eyes sparkling in the dim light. “Hey, Dano,” she said, smiling. “I’m so glad you could make it.”

I smiled back, feeling a sense of trepidation mixed with excitement. What would happen next? Would we take things to the next level, or would we stick to the rules? The possibilities swirled in my mind, a tantalizing mix of excitement and uncertainty.

I had been looking forward to this night all day, and as I settled into my cabin, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. I had showered and shaved, dressing in my favorite cut-off Levi 501s and finding two glasses to set out for the evening. A double Black Jack over ice waited for me, and I lit a few Egyptian Musk candles to create the perfect ambiance. My bed was made, so I turned it down and prepared for Sandy’s arrival.

At 10:30, I discreetly added a pinch of the fly to my drink, careful not to alter its appearance. I had been experimenting with this particular substance, and I was eager to see its effects on Sandy. As I waited for her to arrive, I read through my anatomy book, fascinated by the intricacies of the human body.

“Oh, what ever you’re having,” Sandy said, as she walked in dressed to impress. Her tight white shorts and yellow tank top left little to the imagination, and I couldn’t help but feel a spark of excitement. I fixed her a drink in the dusted glass and told her what it was, but she seemed unimpressed.

We sat on the wide bed and toasted to our plan working, our eyes locked in a moment of understanding. “I saw you walk by today,” Sandy said, her voice husky with anticipation. “You got a gift. Your girlfriends never had a clue.” I smiled, knowing that I was about to take our relationship to the next level.

Sandy gulped down the laced bourbon, draining the glass in one swift motion. I followed suit, feeling the effects of the substance beginning to take hold. We made out, our lips locked in a passionate kiss, as my hands roamed her body. She had no bra on, and her hands were already at the buttons on my 501s, trying to get them open.

“H-Help meee!!” Sandy cried, as frustration set in. I moved her hands aside and quickly thumb-ed the buttons open. Her hand dove inside, finding the head of my half-hard cock. “It’s the first real one I’ve ever touched,” she said, her voice filled with wonder. “It’s bigger than our vibrator.”

I pulled her shorts and panties off, letting them fall to the floor. She pulled the tank top over her head and discarded it too. We lay naked, making out and groping each other’s charms. I kissed my way to each breast, pausing to suck greedily on each engorged nipple. Sandy was breathing hard, like she had been running.

“I wanna play with this a little-O.K.?” Sandy said, grinning. “Knock yourself out,” I replied, lying back and letting her explore my body. She got on her tummy, between my open legs, and I reached for her thigh, pulling her into a 69.

“I’ve got a better plan,” I said, as I reached for her thigh and pulled her into a more intimate position. I went straight to her clit with my tongue, tormenting the nub as I wrote my ABC’s all around it. She gasped, as my wide glans dripped pre-cum, and she lapped the wide head, licking the sensitive underside too.

“Y-Yesss!! Oh Yesss! Eat it!-Yesss!!” Sandy exclaimed, as an orgasm rushed through her body, making her cunt spasm out three strong spurts of fluid. I ran my two middle fingers inside and hooked her G-spot, milking the gland, as two more spurts flew out to splash my hand.

“G-God-I-I’m cummmiinng!” Sandy cried, as the second orgasm shook her to the core. “Ahhhgghh!!” Her head shook from side to side, as I rolled her to her back, and turned her over onto her stomach.

I entered her again, her hot pussy gripping me tightly, as I stroked my cock rapidly in and out, using only half my length to accustom her to its girth. The more I moved, the hotter it seemed to get inside, and we were both sweating, despite the air conditioning being on.

“I-I’m gonna c-cum Dano—Pl-Please cum with mee!!” Sandy screamed, as her hips matched my thrusts, trying to scratch the very warm “itch” we had inside us. “Aaahhhhggh” Now!–Oh Yea!-OhhhSshiitt!! Ahhggh!!” Her cunt contracted around my shaft, flooding it to overflowing, as her orgasm peaked, soaking my heavy balls and sheet below.

This triggered me to let loose a violet orgasm of porn star caliber, shooting hot ropes of semen deep inside her spasming cunt. As our fluids mixed, the insatiable “itch” that had driven us finally eased off, leaving us panting and exhausted.

I crossed her legs “Indian style” on my chest and stroked her pussy slow, both of us having the little aftershocks of a great orgasm. My cock was still like stone, which was not unusual for me, but I was not so sure Sandy could continue. Her eyes were closed, and she was still breathing heavily, almost sobbing from the intensity of her climax.

I was feeling that itch return, way down deep in my cock, and I moved my hips a little faster, scratching it. This caused Sandy’s eyes to open wide, and nod her head in approval, wanting more. Her lips were cracked from dehydration, and we were still sweating, as if in a steam sauna.

In this position, I could fuck her deeply, using the couple of inches behind my balls. Sandy was grunting “Ungh” every time I bottomed out in her tight pussy. In the standing position, I had several options to fuck from, and I used them all to her delight.

Uncrossing her legs, I raised them straight up, and locked her knees, placing both of them over one shoulder. A dozen long strokes and grunts later, I moved them to the other side, and the grunts got louder. I leaned into her, breaking her down like a shotgun, her knees nearly in her ears.

“I-I’m gonna c-cum Dano—Pl-Please cum with mee!!” Sandy screamed, as she gushed more fluids around my cock. I slammed her pelvic bone with mine, as she screamed one last time, and passed out. My cock erupted inside her spasming tunnel, my hot cum mixing again with hers.

I slipped my cock from her and lay down beside Sandy, holding her still jerking body against mine, as my body finally wound down from this incredible experience. We lay five minutes or so before she came around, looking at me with her big blue eyes.

“Can I sleep here with you tonight?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t think I can make it back to my cabin, and I’d have a hard time explaining where I’ve been.” I smiled, and replied, “Sure, I’d love for you to.” It was rare for me to sleep with a lady these days.

We cleaned up some, and changed the sheets before calling it a night. Curling up together, we slept like babies. I woke at 9 am to find her gone, and I showered and dressed, leaving the cabin in search of coffee.

I knew Ron kept a pot going for himself, so I went to the room and knocked, as was our rule if the door was closed. He opened the door, and invited me in, saying he was catching up on paperwork. “How did you like Sandy?” he asked, and I recounted every moment since she had gotten on the table yesterday.

He seemed impressed, and I could tell he was proud of me for respecting his judgment. “How did you like the ‘fly’?” he asked, and I smiled, replying, “I would love to mix it in a punch bowl at a party full of girls, then sit back and see what happened.”

Ron laughed, and said, “You would be screwed to death!” I chuckled, knowing he was right. We talked on a more serious note then, discussing how to handle situations when a lady “wants sex” on the table. Ron was a man wise beyond his 42 years, and I valued his counsel.

“It’s in the ‘ethics’ of massage therapy not to get into a sexual situation with a client,” he said. “That unspoken rule is on its last legs, I believe. We must adapt with the changing times, or get left behind.” I nodded in agreement, knowing that we had to evolve with the times.

“Most females aren’t afraid to ask for what they want, with women’s lib in the open now,” Ron continued. “I’ve come up with a plan to get around a charge of ‘solicitation’ – sex for money, if you will.” I listened intently, as he explained his idea.

“When the client is on the table and gets sexual ideas, we ask if she wishes an ‘Erotic Massage’, in addition to her regular one,” Ron said. “Tell them it’s a more ‘personal-intimate massage’. They are paying for the massage, after all. We should do anything the client requests – within reason.”

“Any sex that takes place afterwards is a personal thing between two consenting adults,” he concluded. “Just be sure they ask for it first.” I nodded, knowing that his plan made sense, and I would implement it from now on.

As I stood there, frozen in shock, Baby took a step closer, her dark brown eyes locking onto mine with an intense gaze. The towel draped across her body seemed to be the only thing standing between us, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of what was to come.

“So, do you know who I am?” she asked, her voice husky and confident.

“Yeah,” I replied, trying to play it cool. “You’re… you’re a lot more beautiful in person.”

Baby’s face broke out into a radiant smile, and she reached out to take the glass of Black Jack from my hand. With a swift motion, she downed the drink in one gulp, handed the glass back to me, and sauntered over to the table. Sliding onto it with an air of seduction, she looked up at me with an expectant gaze.

“So, what did Ron tell you about me?” she asked, her voice dripping with sensuality.

“Only to give you my best relaxation massage, and to be discreet,” I replied, trying to keep my composure.

Baby’s eyes sparkled with amusement, and she leaned back onto the table, her towel slipping tantalizingly low on her hips. “Well, I suppose that’s a good start,” she purred.

I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement at the prospect of what was to come. With a deep breath, I reached for the Egyptian Musk oil in my Jethro bag and began to massage Baby’s feet, working the oil between each toe with a slow, sensual rhythm.

Baby’s eyes fluttered closed, and she let out a soft moan as I worked my way up her legs, dividing each muscle with my thumbs. Her towel was high on her buttocks, exposing a tantalizing glimpse of dark brown pubic hair, and I couldn’t help but feel a surge of desire.

“Mmmm,” Baby moaned, her voice husky with pleasure. “You do that so well, Dano. Don’t stop.”

I continued to massage Baby’s legs, my fingers traveling up each upper thigh to the towel, my thumb pads pressing the large muscle in the center to divide it. Baby shifted her thighs further apart, giving me access to the inner portions, and I lightly scratched them, raising goose bumps all along the length of her legs.

“Gggod,” Baby moaned, her voice rising in intensity. “You are good. Scratch harder!”

I increased the pressure, raising welts and causing Baby to scream in pleasure. I pulled all the stones from her back and legs, returning them to re-heat, and then I used my nails to lightly scratch her ass cheeks, leaving long red lines along her orbs.

“YESS!!” Baby screamed, her body arching off the table as I began to slap her ass, one cheek at a time, making her moan like a whore. She pushed her ass towards my punishing hands, and I could feel my cock thickening beneath my thin shorts.

I reached into my Jethro bag and pulled out a baggie of the ‘fly’, wetting my middle finger and coating it with the dust. Spreading Baby’s cheeks, I placed the finger into the deep crease, rubbing the dust first over her wet labia, then onto her pink anal muscle.

“Oooohh,” Baby hissed, her voice rising in excitement. “That’s warm. Very warm…”

I got another fingerful and coated the tip of my tongue with it, sucking the digit dry. Warmness spread throughout my mouth, and I could feel my desire for Baby growing by the minute.

“P-Put your fingers inside Dano,” Baby begged, her voice trembling with need. “Pleeeze… God it’s so hot.”

I obliged her, spreading her cheeks to blow my warm breath inside the crease, making her anal muscle clench in spasms. My two middle fingers found the outer labia through the light thatch of curly brown hairs, and barely put the tips inside, tormenting her.

A minute or so later, Baby was begging for my fingers to penetrate her, and I slid them in suddenly, taking her breath. Hooking her large G-spot, I pulled down, forcing the fluids to spurt out, coating my hand and wrist in cum.

“Aaaahhhnnngg!! C-Ccuuummiingg!!” Baby screamed, her body arching off the table in a frenzy of pleasure.

I let my thumb massage Baby’s anus, my thumb pad rolling all around the spasming muscle. Another strong orgasm ripped through her, making her scream so loud I knew Harold would appear and break me in half. Was he deaf?

I eased off, letting Baby lay there sobbing, while I got a washcloth from the bathroom and wiped the strings of cum from her pussy and my hand. My tongue was on fire as I rolled her to her back, and I immediately went to her ripe breasts, sucking the nipples noisily and rolling my hot tongue all round them.

I grabbed a warm stone and turned it on edge, splitting her labia with it and pulling it up to torment her clit. Baby screamed in pleasure, and I removed the stone, moving to one side of the table to lick and stab at her clit with my hot tongue.

I circled it over and over, then sucked it into my mouth and bathed it with hot saliva. Baby’s body arched off the table, and she screamed with pleasure, her voice echoing through the stateroom.

Her hand slipped up my shorts, her fingers closing around my stiff cock in a firm, yet gentle grasp. I felt her body tense as she reached her climax, her voice rising to a crescendo of pleasure.

“Aaahhhhh-ccuummiiinngggggg g!!!” she screamed, her body spasming with release.

As she came down from her orgasm, I felt my own body respond, my cock shooting long, thick lines of cum down my leg and onto the floor.

She milked my cock a couple of times, her hand still wrapped around me, before she slipped into unconsciousness.

I raised up to see her head lying to one side, a single tear running down her cheek.

I cleaned us up as best I could, then covered her with a sheet of my own and gathered my belongings to leave.

Outside her door, I found Harold, his arms crossed and a blank stare trained on me.

I felt a surge of confidence, suddenly no longer intimidated by him.

“You can bring my table down to Ron’s in the morning,” I said, trying to sound casual. “Don’t disturb her, Harold. She’s sleeping peacefully.”

A slight smile played on the corner of his mouth, and he winked at me as I turned to leave.

That single tear still haunted me – was it for her husband, or for me?

I showered and had a couple of drinks in my cabin, trying to shake off the lingering emotions.

As I drifted off to sleep, I didn’t expect the knock on my door the next morning.

But when I woke up around 10 am, there was an envelope slid under my door, with a note that made my heart skip a beat.

“Dano – Thank you so much for just being you… I want to see you again tonight …. Baby…”

Five one hundred dollar bills slipped out of the envelope, a clear indication of her intentions.