"How can I help you?" You ask as I walk into the Massage parlor.
"Hi, yes, I'd like to get a massage... do you have time now?" I ask as I am walking to the counter.
"Have you even been here before?" you ask as you flip through your appointment book. "No, I haven't but I've had a long week and sure could use some pampering."
You laugh, "Sure, no problem, I'm available right now. You can leave your jacket on the hanger over there. Would you please follow me?"
I take my jacket off and hang it up, following you into the next room. Walking into the room, I immediately smell the soft scent of jasmine, feel the warm glow of the candles and hear the light relaxation music wafting through the air. In the center of the room is the massage table with a towel on it.
"You can change and place your clothes over there. Please fully undress, lie on the table, face down, and cover yourself with the towel." You say as you leave the room for a moment, closing the door behind you. I take my shirt and pants off, folding them and putting them on the table. Then I pull my socks of followed by my underwear. Getting on the table, I cover my backside with the towel when I hear the knock at the door.
"Ready" I say and you walk into the room. I take a quick look and notice you have taken off your sweater and are now wearing a t-shirt and tight white pans showing off your fit body. You turn around to prepare the oils and I can't help looking at your ass and the way the pants are tight and slightly spread your cheeks apart before smoothly moving up to your waist. I think to myself that I better relax or I may have an embarrassing moment!
You turn around and fold the towel down so that the small of my back and the beginning of my but cheeks are showing. I lay my head down on the massage table and I feel the drops of warm oil drizzling on my back before I feel the touch of your hands. You start in the center of my back sliding your hands outwards. I think to myself, Wow.. she has strong hands for such a petite girl.
I let a moan escape as I your hands move to my shoulders, your thumbs digging in and working the knots in my back. My eyes close and my breathing is calm and easy. Standing at my head, you lean forward, to push your hands down my back. I can feel your stomach just touching my head and I can smell the scent of your perfume.
You move to my lower back and start to massage me. Each time your hand circles lower and lower until you reach my butt cheeks. You run your hand back just over the top of my butt, under the towel and then down to my thighs. As you do this, I can feel your side pressing against my hip. I can't help it, but I feel myself stiffen just a little bit as it presses itself against the table. I will myself to calm down.
Moving to my legs, you sprinkle more oil on them and run your hands over my thigh and down my calf to my foot. You then go back up the other side, one hand on the outside and one on the inside of my leg. You keep on going higher and higher, under the towel.
I lightly flinch as your finger tip brushes up against my balls before you move back down the leg. You repeat the action on the other leg, acting as if you didn't even notice, and then again your fingertips slide up the inside of my thigh and touch me again. This instantly makes me hard and I start to try to calm myself down, knowing that you'll probably be asking me to turn over soon.
Sooner than I thought... "Please turn over" you say softly, lifting up the towel so that it blocks your view of me so I can turn around... "Uh, ok..." I say and lay on my back. You drape the towel back over me and stop. Even though you let go of the towel, it's in the shape of a tent. You smile, "don't worry, it happens all the time... shall I continue?"
"Yes, please" I manage to say.
Dripping oil on my chest you begin to massage me. Now I can get a good look at you. Your hair is loose and draping over your shoulders, framing your face as you are leaning over me. Your t-shirt is a little tight, showing the curving of your small breasts. Even though it's warm in the room, I can see a hint of your nipples pushing through the fabric of your shirt. When you push down on me, I can see your shirt slightly lifting, exposing just a glimpse of your hip and the edge of your pants.