Michelle's massage with Raul was the highlight of her week. She could always count on him for amazing full-body work. And full-body meant full-body. After he'd worked out the kinks in her muscles, he turned to her pussy and gave her the most intense orgasms that she had ever experienced. Her first session with him, he used his hands. Her second, he used his mouth.

Michelle had been to him five times now. Each time he taught her something new, guided her into ever higher levels of pleasure, showed her things that she hadn't known she was capable of experiencing.

So far, he still hadn't undressed with her, though, and although she could see his erection through his pants, he never asked for or allowed any reciprocity. When she asked him about it, he smiled and told her that it would come. For now she needed to learn to accept pleasure, to love herself. Only after that would she be able to give love to another.

So Michelle tried to love herself. When she saw herself in the mirror, she called herself "voluptuous," not "fat," and when she looked at her pussy, she thought about femininity and flowers and fertility goddesses. Raul looked at it with wonder, and said it was divine. Why should she do any less?

And call her crazy, but Michelle felt like it was working. She walked with a spring in her step and a sway in her hips. She felt sexy, and not just because more men were watching her as she strutted down the halls at work; it was something that she felt from within. She stood up for herself more these days, but bristled less at slights. It was easier to shrug them off. She was worthwhile, she was woman, she was divine. What did it matter what others said?

When Michelle showed up at her sixth visit, her heart was pounding as it always did, and she felt herself growing wet as she walked up the steps to Raul's house. Pure proximity to him turned her on. She rang the doorbell and Raul answered.

For the first time, he wasn't wearing scrubs. Well, he was wearing scrub pants. But he was shirtless, and Michelle saw his chest and abdomen for the first time. His chest was broad and muscular, its dark skin interrupted by small nipples that were so dark they were nearly black. His shoulders were wide, and his abdomen was strong and well-defined. He looked sleek, like a gymnast or a predatory cat. When he moved, even when he breathed, his muscles moved hypnotically.

A thin trail of dark hair began around Raul's navel, and it continued down under the waistband of his pants. Michelle allowed herself another glance at his crotch. As usual, Raul was entrancing, his long cock trailing down his thigh, pressed up against the tight fabric of his pants. Raul shifted positions, and it moved, falling inward against the seam.

"It's good to see you too, Michelle," Raul said with a laugh. There was music in that laugh, melody and rhythm.

"Hey," Michelle said. "I'm not going to apologize. Woman wants what woman wants."

Raul laughed again. "Good!" he said. "You're learning. Come in."

She did. As usual, Raul led her down into the basement, into his massage room.

While Raul watched, Michelle slipped out of her clothes. She was wearing tight jeans and a silky button-down shirt with no bra. She liked the way that her breasts moved and jiggled, sending ripples through the fabric with every step. She shimmied out of her jeans first, revealing her large white hips and black thong. Then she slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Her nipples poked outward, pushing up the silk into points. As she undid the buttons, the silk slid over her nipples, and it felt delicious. She sighed.

Raul watched her with a smile. "You're a goddess," he said.

Michelle smiled back, then pulled her shirt open to reveal her breasts. "I know."

She slid her thong down and kicked it aside, then stood, arms open and at her side, facing Raul, like some classical deity, like Aphrodite rising out of the sea. Then she turned, showing Raul her backside, and climbed atop the massage table. Her legs parted as she climbed up. Let Raul stare, trying to make out the folds of her pussy. Let him want her. Let him regret telling her that she needed to wait before they had sex.

Michelle leaned her forehead against the face rest and lay still. She heard Raul behind her, getting oil for the massage. Then he approached the table and climbed up on it between her legs. She expected to feel his hands on her now, but instead, she felt the table move as he placed them on either side of her and lowered himself down onto her. All at once, she felt a thrill as he placed his warm chest against the small of her back. Was this it? Was he finally going to take her? She slid her leg in imperceptibly to feel if he was still wearing his pants. He was.

But before she could feel too disappointed, Raul began to move on her. He'd covered his chest with massage oil, and now he was rubbing her down with his body. His muscles were hard, and his skin was smooth, and it felt wonderful.

Michelle sighed and smiled as she felt him rubbing up against her.

"Sometimes," said Raul. "The best massages don't use your hands at all."