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.
My eyes drifted up her body to meet her perfect breasts at my eye level, merely a foot in front of my face. Her breasts were firm and perky...probably a large B-cup or small C-cup. I forced myself to not linger too long on her beautiful breasts. I met her eyes as she stood in front of me and extended a soft, warm hand to greet me. She said hello and that she was looking forward to helping me relax and release my stress. I smiled and thanked her for accepting me into their lovely home.
Jennifer was relaxed but firmly in control. She reminded me of the rules from the email exchange the day before. I was allowed to touch their legs and buttocks but not their privates. I was also not allowed to touch above their waist. Coyly, she acknowledged that her husband would probably be okay with some light touches on his private areas but that I was not allowed to stroke him or bring him to orgasm. That responsibility was hers alone, after I left and they were alone.
Finally, she informed me that I was only allowed to touch her breasts if I behaved appropriately and she chose to place my hands there. She wrapped up her rules by letting me know that they would attend to my needs for stress relief and release as much of that tension as possible. She asked me if I agreed to abide by these house rules. I agreed with a smile on my face and my eyes fixed upon her sexy stare.
Next, she asked how I would be paying for the session. I explained to her that I would be paying in cash. I asked Aaron to hand me my wallet from my jeans pocket. As he retrieved my wallet, I noticed that his Speedo had a thin string backside to it. His ass cheeks were firm and fit. Only the thin top of the string was visible above his ass crack.
I pulled out the agreed-upon amount from my wallet and handed the cash directly to Jennifer as Aaron returned my wallet to my jeans pocket on the nearby chair. As Jennifer walked to her bedside table I also noticed that her panties were missing all of the fabric in the back as well. Her G-string barely covered anything on her amazing full ass. My cock was now throbbing underneath me. And I could tell that I was already leaking precum on the blanket that covered the cushioned table.
As Jennifer returned to the table, she asked me to lie down and relax. Her voice was steady and resolved. As she arrived at the table, her lacy garment brushed against my hair. She lightly rubbed her fingertips over my shoulders. She then proceeded to walk to the foot of the table while her fingers traced down my side and all the way to my toes. She hesitated ever so slightly as she caressed my right buttock. My cock twitched underneath me as she stuttered in her caress.
As Jennifer moved down to my feet, Aaron was moving in sync up to my head and shoulders, also tracing my form with his fingers. In a perfectly mirrored movement, the pair began to rub and caress my skin from top to bottom. The coconut oil they used was a perfect, silky texture for their hands as they glided simultaneously across my skin. Did I detect the slight scent of lavender?
Aaron worked my shoulders, neck and back reaching down to just above my ass. I could feel his toned abdomen touch the back of my head as he stretched out his arms to reach the small of my back. Jennifer stood just between my feet and caressed firmly up and down the backs of my calves and thighs, barely reaching the bottom of my cheeks. I twitched slightly at the sensation of her fingernails lightly brushing the spot where my thighs met my ass.
