Parts of this story are true; parts are fiction. Can you tell which are which?
I love a good massage. It relaxes the muscles, stimulates blood circulation, soothes frazzled nerves. A properly done massage is almost better than sex. The key word is almost. One of my favorite techniques is back walking, especially after a day of hard physical labor. Working puts my back out, and having it put back into alignment feels very good. It must be done by a small person who weighs no more than a hundred pounds. A larger technician could damage the spine. Asian women seem to be the most adept at it. I think it's part of their traditional massage training.
I've gotten so far into massage that I took a Swedish massage course a few years ago. I was surprised to find that my VA benefits covered most of the tuition. I even built my own massage table. Most of the women in my life agree that I've become a better lover since taking the course, especially in the area of foreplay.
A few months ago I had a Shiatsu massage. That involves pressure points along the muscles and joints. If you're tense, it can hurt like the dickens. You feel much better afterwards. The masseuse that worked on me said she would teach me the technique, but I would have to find a partner. It would be impossible for her to be my subject while showing me the pressure points on the back.
I haven't done much professional massage work. The market for masseurs is much smaller than for masseuses. The problem is that massage parlors are often fronts for prostitution. There are dozens of parlors where I live, but only a handful are legit. A man can get laid a lot before he finds a straight place, assuming that's what he's looking for. A lot of parlors have what is referred to as a half and half, which means that half the time the masseuse works on the customer and the customer massages the employee the other half of the time paid for. The masseuse usually gets a generous tip for an internal massage. The woman who gave me the Shiatsu, Lisa, worked in a straight place that did half-and-halfs without sex. I guess my training showed when I worked on her; she probably wouldn't have agreed to teach me otherwise.
I had an instructor. Now I had to find a partner. My brother lived too far away; Mom and Dad were definitely out. I was between girlfriends. Lisa's employer was not licensed for massage instruction. None of her coworkers were willing to be my subject because the parlor had rules against dating customers and doing outside independent work: conflict of interest stuff.
A couple months later, I went to a place called Ali Baba's. With a name like that, one would expect the girls to wear harem outfits, or something equally sexy or sheer. No, they wore ordinary dresses that didn't even expose any cleavage. They gave their various massages fanciful names. The top of the line was the Champagne Deluxe. It was a half and half. I figured it would be another inferior massage and a quick fuck. I was not prepared for the beauty that came in to work on me.
"Hi, I'm Mona," she said cheerfully as she closed the door. Her breasts were large and full, D-cups at least. There was no question she was braless. Her half-inch nipples were outlined against the soft material of her gown. It even showed a little cleavage. She had high cheek bones, soft wavy auburn hair, emerald eyes, and the tightest ass in North America. What the hell, I thought, even if she was a lousy masseuse, she would be worth fucking. "The hostess said you're Bill."
"That's right," I replied. "Do you want to start on my back or my front?"
"I'll do your back first." That was a good sign I might get a decent rubdown. It was also possible she could be setting me up for a hand job or more after I rolled over. I laid down on the table with my hands at my sides, which is the proper posture to receive a massage.
Mona put a little oil on her hands and rubbed them together. She began with my legs. The strokes began at my ankles and went up to my buttocks. Her pressure was firm along the muscles, but very light going over the backs of my knees. She led with the hand on the outer portion of my leg with the other hand on the inner side right behind. When she reached my hip, the trailing hand stopped just short of my genitals while the leading one went up over my butt. Both hands came back down in unison to my ankles. I was beginning to think I wasn't going to get laid. Her work on my waist and back convinced me that if she was a hooker, it was as a sideline.
After she rolled me over, she did my feet. Her reflexology was perfect. I decided to play everything straight. Maybe she could be my Shiatsu partner. Of course she could have a husband or a boyfriend who would be in the way, but it was worth taking the chance. I kept my eyes closed so the sight of her lovely body wouldn't give me a hardon. The massage ended with neck and facial work. I was completely relaxed when she was done.
"Okay, it's my turn," she said when she was finished. I opened my eyes and saw her dress fall to the floor. As I had hoped, she wasn't wearing panties. "Come on. Up, up, up. We don't have all night."
Reluctantly I got off the table, and she hopped up and laid face down with her hands at her sides. "Scoot down a bit," I said as I put some oil on my hands. "Your feet aren't hanging over the end of the table." She moved as instructed.
I began with her legs using the same technique she had used on me. The clock showed that I only had twenty minutes to work on her. I hated to rush, but I had no choice if I was to do a complete job. I finished her legs in three minutes instead of my usual five. "You know what you're doing," Mona said. "Slow down."
"Won't you get in trouble if we take too long?"
"It would be worth it. I haven't had a decent massage in months. Most guys just want to fuck."
"I certainly wouldn't try to keep you from getting into my pants, if I had them on."
"I hate to disappoint you, but this a straight place."
"That's good to hear. I love a good massage, and I think I'll be back, unless it's your day off."
"You're sweet." I did circles around her shoulders. "Mmmm, that feels good."
"I bet you tell all the guys that.'
"I'm supposed to, no matter how bad the massage is. Good customer relations: you know how it is. In your case I'm being honest."
"Thank you. Do you know how to do Shiatsu?"
"No, but I'd like to learn it. I can't find an instructor."
I stopped in mid-stroke. "I know an instructor, but I need a partner to train with."
Mona propped herself up on her elbows and turned to face me. "You're kidding?"
"Not at all."
