Traveling for work can be exhausting and stressful. I don't travel often, but when I do hit the road it makes for a long week. Occasionally, when I have worked several late nights in a row out of town, I have found massage parlors or private in-home massage therapists to relieve the tension in my body from long flights or long hours in the car. Sometimes, I am lucky enough to get a hand job from the masseur. Once I was even on the receiving end of a blow job.
I will usually scan the online personals of a well known website for local connections. I've learned to find people with certain qualifications that are willing to relieve the stress of traveling businessmen. Once you know what to look for in one city, it's easy to find that same type of service in other cities as well.
On one particular week-long business trip, it was my first time in Atlanta. I searched online for an acceptable service that would hopefully not be too far of a drive. Finally, I found what I was looking for.
I found a listing for a service that was titled "Four-Handed Massage." To date, I had only been massaged by two hands. Mostly, I saw female masseurs but occasionally male ones were just as nice to relieve my stress. I was instantly curious about this extra set of hands.
In the description for this service, it stated that the masseurs were a husband and wife duo who only scheduled clients in the evening hours for a unique experience with both of them using sensual touch to relieve the stress of men or women who need special attention. They specialized in two types of four-handed massage sessions: a massage with them fully dressed, or a massage with them clothed in see-through sexy attire for an extra fee. That second option was what locked in my decision to contact them. It felt like exactly what I was looking for.
I sent them an email asking for their availability that week and waited for a response. Fortunately, I was going to be in town for a few more days. Maybe our schedules would align for an opportunity to experience this four-handed sensation. I didn't have to wait long for a response back. Later that evening, the male emailed back to say that they had an opening the very next day at 7:00 pm. He also laid out some ground rules for behavior and etiquette at their home. All of the information he sent told me that this was an experienced couple who catered to a set of clients who sought a specific kind of stress relief.
I emailed back to confirm my appointment and went to sleep that night horny and expectant for the pleasure in store for the next day. I woke up the next morning with a solid morning boner that reminded me of my adolescent years. I knew it was going to be a wonderful day.
My meetings in the local office flew by without a hitch. However, it was a little bit more difficult to focus at times because I knew what was coming after work. My last meeting of the day finished up with a lucrative new account, rounding up a highly successful day. Around 5:45 pm I drove my rental car back to my hotel to freshen up before the massage appointment. As I showered, I paid special attention to my pubic area. I groomed meticulously around my balls and shaft...not smooth, but shortly trimmed and neat. I resisted the urge to put conditioner on my balls and pubic area for fear that I wouldn't be able to resist the urge to masturbate. Of course, my cock was at attention the entire time I was getting ready.
I dressed in a pair of nice blue jeans and a button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up, keeping my appearance casual yet respectable. I even put on a small amount of cologne and double-checked my appearance in the mirror. I looked primed and ready to have some fun. I grabbed my keys and headed for the hotel's parking garage.
After a short twenty-minute drive to the suburbs, I arrived at the provided address. It was a modest home with a neatly manicured lawn. I parked in the driveway and made my way to the front door. As I arrived at the stoop I could hear meditative music playing within. Shortly after I rang the doorbell an average "guy next door" opened the door with a smile. We introduced ourselves with a firm handshake. He told me that his name was Aaron as he welcomed me inside.
Their house was tidy and clean. I could tell that they were upper middle class, not wealthy but financially stable. As we walked to the back of the house, I noticed the scent of incense filling my nostrils. He offered me a glass of Cabernet, which I accepted. The music, the incense, and the wine were all setting the table for a feast of the senses.
We exchanged small talk for a couple of minutes before Aaron asked if I wanted to join him and his wife in their bedroom. I nodded in approval. As we entered the master suite I noticed a massage table positioned in the middle of the room. The lights were dimmed slightly. The lighting was perfect, not too bright and not too dim. Once again, I could tell that this couple was intentionally setting the mood for a multi-sensory experience.
Aaron asked me to undress and lie on the table. He offered to give me some privacy and he would return shortly with his wife, Jennifer, as she was finishing up in the shower. Aaron closed the bathroom door behind him and I proceeded to get undressed.
My cock was already at half mast with the anticipation of pleasure that was fast approaching. I neatly folded my clothes and laid them on an armchair near the dresser. Once I was naked, I laid facedown on the massage table and propped myself on my elbows rather than putting my face in the hole. There was no towel or covering so my bare ass, and all my glory was fully exposed. My head was facing toward the bathroom where Aaron had gone moments before.
I took a relaxing breath in, and called out to the couple, stating that I was ready when they were. Within a few seconds, the bathroom door opened. Aaron and Jennifer entered the bedroom. Aaron was now dressed in only a see-through speedo that barely contained his balls and cock. His cock was not huge, but he was noticeably thick and well-endowed. He was in decent shape but not overly muscular. I could tell that he took good care of himself.
Jennifer sauntered behind him as they entered but soon stepped from behind him so that I could see her fully. She was wearing a red lacy body suit that was just transparent enough that I could see her dark nipples through the fabric. I could also see that she was wearing solid satin panties under the body suit.
I was only slightly disappointed that Jennifer's lacy attire was not fully see-through. But as she drew closer, my gaze was transfixed upon her prominent cameltoe in the tight fabric. Jennifer was attractive but not drop-dead gorgeous. She was toned but not slender. She had some curves to her that seemed to sway sexily as she walked toward me. More than anything, she oozed confidence as she entered the room.
