Perspectives on a happy ending massage.
He was a fairly ordinary sort of guy. Early fifties with two children, Guy Morris had a pretty good, but nevertheless quite ordinary job and a stable and reasonably happy, but also quite ordinary marriage to a fairly ordinary wife. He played golf and tennis, watched a lot of TV, enjoyed most sports, occasionally had an evening at the pub and now and then went to watch his favourite football team Arsenal. He and his wife Moira would eat out with friends probably every other week, went to functions at their golf and tennis clubs about once a month and had sex slightly, but not much more frequently. Overall their social life was ok. It was nothing special, but well, it was social. They had a nice, but fairly small set of close friends and a load of acquaintances at the golf club and they had good relationships with their children and the rest of their family.
Moira was a few years younger than Guy and physically she had not worn as well as he had. Whereas: he looked at the most mid-forties, she was lucky to pass for mid-fifties; he was about the same build and weight now as he had been when they married, six feet tall and one ninety pounds, she had bloated up to near one sixty pounds; his body was firm and toned, hers had sagged and her breasts that when she was younger had been a spectacular D cup had become almost like udders at around double E.
Despite that, unlike some of their friends and acquaintances they still got on well and they still had a reasonable though ordinary sex life. Like many husbands, Guy would have liked to experiment more. He would have loved to have had anal with her or got her to let him cum in her mouth, but she had never offered either and when he had tried she had refused. He had never pushed it. In those moments during sex when a couple have the chance to talk and discuss their fantasies she had always rejected any of his suggestions on including another woman, not that he knew anyone, or man in a threesome and had flatly refused to even discuss joining a swinging group.
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"Oil or powder?" The surprisingly attractive masseuse asked.
"Neither just your soft fingertips." The man replied.
"I take it you want a sensuous massage," the auburn haired girl in her late twenties said looking at the client who was wearing just a towel round his waist as he leaned back with his bum on the massage table.
"Is there any other kind at a place like this?" He smiled, pleased so far with the choice he had made from the three girls who were offered to massage him. Clio as she asked to be called was a big girl, but was as good as perfectly proportioned. Probably around five seven she could have weighed around one fifty pounds, but looked to have little spare flesh on her sturdy body.
"No I suppose not," she smiled back quite liking the look of the older guy and the way he spoke and acted. He had the combination of slight apprehension with an underlying confidence. "Always best though to agree such things at the outset. Will you want extras?"
"Yes of course," he replied enjoying the swell of her large chest and the flash of her cleavage from where the three undone buttons on the white coat showed a little too much or, the perfect amount, dependent on your viewpoint.
"And what would they be?"
"Let's get a little nearer that point shall we then I will decide or you will persuade me," he said.
"Fair dos."
"So that I can ponder what do you do?"
"As extras?"
"Yes?"
"Hand relief, reverse massage, topless, naked."
"Full sex?"
"Maybe."
"Not that I want that," he said.
Although he visited massage places fairly regularly and paid the girls to masturbate him he had never had sex with a woman other than his wife since they got married. He adopted a strange sort of typically male logic to being unfaithful.
"We had better get on then."
"On my front first?"
"Yes please."
"Towel off?" He asked running his gaze down her and seeing her sturdy, but shapely legs under the hem of the white coat that ended at her mid-thigh.
"Probably best," she replied not turning away he noted as a 'straight' masseuse would as he undid his towel and dropped it on the end of the table.
Although by no means erect his cock did have a degree of swelling, which when added to his natural thick girth gave him an impressive looking sexual offering. He knew that he was well hung and was proud of his body in general and his cock in particular. Both had held up well through his forties and were serving him adequately in his fifties. He was not at all embarrassed to be naked in front of the stranger and in fact it excited him being bare when she was still dressed. As he lay down on his front, he felt some tingling in his cock and balls.
She did his shoulders and back first, then his lower legs and feet. Usually this was the boring part of a massage, but she changed that firstly by her hands slipping onto his bum and she squeezing each cheek. He was lying with his arms alongside his body and they were slightly bent meaning that his elbow was right on the edge of the table. So secondly, as she moved forward and back massaging him, so her tummy brushed against his elbow. At first he thought it was an accident and it may well have been, but it was repeated a couple of times and the same thing happened when she moved round the table and did his other leg. Usually he got hard when the girl was doing his upper legs and sometimes he needed her to touch his balls before his erection grew. Today, though he was nearly hard before she even started going near to his sexy bits.
Finishing beneath the knee she moved onto the upper parts. As her fingers glided ever nearer to his balls, he opened his legs a little more knowing from experience that soon the hands would not stop on an upward sweep and they would at the very least graze against his scrotum and he was looking forward to that. That first touch by a masseuse that indicated the change from a massage to an erotic one was always an exciting moment for. The thought of that and what else was to come made him start to harden. He bent one leg at the knee and pushed that to one side thus lifting his hip a little to provide his growing erection the necessary room.
'Fucking hell,' he said to himself as she rested one hand on his waist at the back, slowly slid it sideways and then down to his hip on the side that was raised from the bed. It paused right on his hip bone, which meant that her fingers were so very close to the tip of his cock. 'Go further, slide it past my hip and grab my cock' he was wishing, but she did not and went back to his upper thighs.
He was sure that the girl was aware of all the signs and mannerisms of her clients and knew presumably that now was the time to push things a little.
And that is exactly what she did.
On the next upward sweep of her hands she went further than previously almost touching his balls. He was equally aware of massage parlour etiquette and recognised the sign the girl was putting out. He opened his legs wider and on the next sweep upwards as he expected the hands did not stop. Instead the fingers lingered on his balls and softly stroked them.
He grunted and widened the angle of his thighs to give her more room. As she cupped his balls in one hand she slid the other under him and up the length of his respectably thick cock. She rubbed that and rolled his balls in her hand, doing everything slowly and considerately. He appreciated that and groaned and sighed a little as he raised his butt from the table encouraging her to do more to his cock. She slid her hands up there and stroked it with both at the same time. His natural male instincts took over and he started to fuck the surrogate cunt that she was providing.
"Nice?" She enquired.
"Yes that's lovely," he grunted back his whole body alive with strong, sexual feelings.
"We had better turn you over then hadn't we?"
He did as she asked loving the feeling of her looking at his fully bloated cock as he turned onto his back.
"Mmmm it looks as good as it feels," she murmured moving along the table and starting to massage, well caress really, firstly his shoulders then his chest.
She stood beside the table with the tops of her legs pressed against it. Glancing down he saw that the hem of the white coat was just about level with the table top. He worked out that the table must be pushing it up a little for he could see a thin strip of her nicely tanned sturdy upper legs. That looked extra sexy to him and, of course he wanted to touch it. But then, hugely aroused as she had made him and not having had sex with his wife or anyone for over a month he wanted to touch any and all of her.
In the way which over the past few years had become familiar to him, she started working her way downwards. Her fingers stroked round his navel, down the flatness of his stomach, into his bushy, dark pubic mass and onto his groin. They retraced their steps and then repeated both several times now running down onto his thighs, between them and then back to once more circumvent his flat toned stomach. 'Quite a six pack for his age,' she thought enjoying his reactions to her massage as she watched his head roll slightly from side to side with his eyes tightly closed.
She was good he was thinking as her fingers visited every part of him between his waist and thighs except where he most wanted them, on his cock and balls. From experience, though, he knew this was part of the game, it was the tease that the better girls bothered with and was not like the mainly Russian ones who by now would have jerked him off. That said it was an excruciating pleasure, almost a torture. Her fingers would glide so close to his pulsating dick, but then veer off and slide across his stomach or they would slither up his thighs almost touching his balls, but then would turn right or left and then miss them.
