My stories are in chronological order. I encourage you to follow along and read these stories in this order as a prelude to this one:
I Hire Monica The Maid
Monica's First Day as My Maid
Monica the Maid's Three Hole Day
For background, let me share the main characters in my stories:
I became a widower unexpectedly in January. I was lonely and in pain; I made an offer my maid Monica could not refuse. She stayed on as my maid and became my part time sexual playmate. (I Hire Monica the Maid; Monica's First Day as My Maid; Monica the Maid's Three Hole Day).
One of the things I did when I started to come out of my funk was to start seeing my doctors again and that is how this story came to be written.
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Monica became a regular at my house, arriving by 7:30 in the morning on Tuesdays and Wednesdays and leaving each day at 4pm for her home. As I said, I had a plan for her time and I'll share that in a future episode.
About the same time I hired Monica for her new job, I met a lady I'll call Linda. She owned a massage parlor in a neighboring town, and I first visited her after a medical appointment.
I was stressed out, freaking out, actually, from the medical test and looked on Craigslist for a nearby parlor and found her place.
It was still early, about 10:30am when I arrived, and Linda recognized my voice from the call. I paid cash for a 90 minute session.
Linda was mid 40s, very attractive figure, very pretty, Thai, thin but a large rack that she was trying to hide with a black sweater. She wore black slacks and flat shoes. No wedding ring but nice earrings and a pearl necklace. Shoulder length dark hair.
I could tell she was educated by the way she spoke.
Linda took me back to one of the massage stations. The reason I say this is because the place was laid out in such a way that there weren't walls but rather tents separating the tables.
It actually looked pretty cool, sort of an Arabian Nights theme and so I got undressed and climbed onto the table, pulling a towel over my bare ass.
Linda escorted a young lady in and introduced me to Joi (Joy), who would be my masseuse.
I smiled and said "This is very nice; pleased to meet you."
Linda then reached down and gently pulled the towel off of me, telling me, "Men get massaged nude here."
Joi said nothing to me, but started working right away, after running her hands over my body.
With a couple of warm towels, Joi starting by cleaning my feet, toes, calves, thighs, my butt, including my crack, then as I lifted my ass she used the towel on my cock and balls, then a fresh towel for my back, neck, arms and hands.
It was like a sponge bath with a warm, soft towel.
Then she started in with warm oil, massaging my feet, calves, thighs, butt, back, shoulders, neck and arms with strong hands.
As she moved up my thighs, she pulled them apart, and wasn't shy about reaching down to where my sack was.
I found myself lifting up my hips, spreading my legs and she quickly re-oiled her hands and focused on those crevices and meeting points between my legs and torso.
Joi started using both hands on my thighs, circling her hands where my now tight sack connected to my body. As she did this the back of her warm oiled hands rubbed against my balls.
I was hard as a rock in seconds.
I'd never experienced this kind of massage before and it was so incredibly pleasurable I didn't think it would get any better.
She continued this for a few minutes; I was sighing in pleasure.
I spread my legs further apart, hoping she would massage my cock and balls. My hard cock and tight balls were hanging down, visible to her.
I was just waiting for her to rub that warm oil on me.
Instead she gently pushed down on my butt so my hardness was smashed into the sheet. Joi oiled her hands again and began massaging my butt.
She massaged every centimeter including my crack and starfish.
I never knew how much tension was in my butt muscles and having Joi rub out the knots felt a bit painful and at the same time very relaxing.
She ended this part of my massage by once again oiling up her hands and rapidly rubbing all over the area of the back of my thighs to my sack on both sides.
It felt so good I found myself on all fours as her hands flew, rubbing everything directly but my balls and dick.
I love this but maybe there will be a happy ending if I just remain patient.
After a few minutes of this, she stopped and pushed me back down on the table, smashing my erection into the sheet.
Still hard, she left me face down on the massage table and came back with a warm towel. Joi proceeded to clean the oil off me, taking extra time on my still hard cock and my tight balls.
So, touching them but through the towel.
It didn't matter that there was no oil on these body parts, she was trying to make me feel good, and it worked. It felt very good.
After she dried me with another towel she said "Turn over, please" and I did, my prick somewhat subdued but still engorged.
I've got a hairy crotch, I don't mind saying, along with a hairy chest, arms and legs.
So there I am lying nude, flat on my back, growing an erection, and in walks Linda. She says nothing but has a big smile on her face.
She proceeds to gently massage my scalp, neck and top of my chest, while Joi starts working on my feet and then starts up my legs.
I think Linda wanted to know how long it would take for me to get my boner back, and I confess it was in record time.
2CFNM = I'm in heaven.
Joi pushed my legs apart at my knees and knelt down between my thighs.
Then she starting running both of her warm oiled hands from my knees to my crotch, and I grew like bamboo to a redwood tree in seconds.
I'm just lying there with a huge hard on.
Joi got up and Linda moved so that Joi was on my right side and Linda on my left side, and they both began massaging my inner thighs, the back of their hands rubbing my sack.
Their free hands are rubbing my chest and my flat belly.
Both are smiling down at me. Not a word was said.
I spread my legs to give them greater access.
The redwood tree turned into a rocket ship, with pre-cum starting to drip prior to lift-off.
I'm thinking that this is ridiculous, how could I am ready to blast off and no one has really touched me?
Just when I thought I couldn't take anymore, Linda stopped suddenly and left the room and Joi began rubbing my belly and chest, bumping into Mr. Johnson's head a few times but making no attempt to massage him directly.
She worked all around it, keeping it nice and hard.
When she finished she got another warm towel and proceeded to wipe away the oil, taking extra time to make sure none was left on my ball sack (still tight) or on the crevices of my thighs, or on my cock, which was still hard; very hard.
She ended the 90 minute session with the usual slapping on the head, neck and shoulders as I sat up.
When she left me, I wiped myself down a bit better, put my clothes on and headed home.
Oh, about tipping, I laid it on big time, thinking the next massage I'd get a happy ending.
I did this three more times, once each week for the next three weeks and I never got the ending I sought.
I got nothing close.
The last time I left the place I'm thinking "No Soup for you." Only my script has me hearing "No Happy Ending for You."
The same teasing, the same sensual massage, and each time I'm nude for 90 minutes.
I leaved a large tip to close the deal.
No Dice. No Tamale. No Deal.
The fifth week, I didn't go.
I get a text message from Linda: "You no come for massage this week."
I text her back: "Very good massage, need better service."
She replies:"Can you meet me for a cup of coffee?"
I meet her at Starbucks at 10am the next day; she thanks me for agreeing to see her.
She asks "Can you help me with my business?" and I reply "I will if I can."
I ask "How did you learn about my background?"
Linda said "I googled you, I do it on every person that I do business with, I need to keep out the crazy people."
Linda revealed the business has been open for a few months and it is not growing and not making her the kind of money she would like.
That she is thinking about changing her business model because she gets a lot of men that come in but when they don't get the rub and tug, they don't come back.
Linda said, "You are the only one who comes back week after week, why is that?"
I spoke the truth -- "Linda, I'm running out of patience waiting for a happy ending. I like both of you; I like the atmosphere. But I'm not interested in wearing blue balls."
I continued, "Let's be candid, a massage is a commodity and the only way to make money is become a whorehouse like every other rub and tug or go upscale and become very exclusive."
She bit her lip and nodded. She said "I have some ideas on going upscale and would you be open to being a test client?"
I asked her "What would that mean?"
Linda told me "I need for you to visit my place and give me three or four hours."
She continued, "No charge for you; no tipping allowed I need to hear your honest opinion when the session is over."
What she wanted to know more than anything else was did the value exceed the price.
Three days later I showed up to the salon at 10am and saw a closed sign on the door.
I knocked and Linda quickly opened the door and locked it behind me, telling me "I didn't want anything or anyone to interrupt your session."
She welcomed me with a smile and a hug, which she had never done before, and I felt her full breasts on my chest.
She took me by the hand, another first, to a larger massage station. In the corner was a coat stand, something new.
Joi walked in wearing a kimono bowing to us, and Linda went behind her and removed the garment.
Joi stood naked in front of me, smiling.
Even though I had been massaged by Joi for the past month, I hadn't really looked at her, I just knew her from her massage technique, which was very good.