I was lying face down, naked, on the massage table when she came into the dimly lit room and removed the skimpy towel I had put over my bare ass.
"Oooh! Sexy tan," she said. "You go to pool a lot?"
"The beach."
"You wear thong to beach?"
"Yes."
"You sexy man. Have nice, strong butt. I like." She slapped my ass. "My name KC. I give you extra nice time because you have nice body. So tall and big muscles. You go to gym?"
"Yes."
"I can tell. Big muscles need good massage. You want good massage you come to KC. She take good care of you. What your name?"
"Mike."
"You play sports, Mike? Football?
"No, not any more."
"You fireman, policeman?"
"No. Sales."
"How hard you want massage?"
"Hard."
She ran her hand over my shoulders and back.
"Your muscles very tight. Need lots of work. You like oil? Make skin more smooth. Feel nice."
"Sure."
She reached for a bottle, squirted warm oil on my back and started rubbing my shoulders. Soft music played in the background.
"How you like?"
"It feels good."
She kneeded my right shoulder for several minutes.
"Your muscles hard like rock. Maybe I need hammer."
She worked on my shoulder for several minutes then moved to the top of the table, leaning forward, pushing her crotch into my forehead and continued massaging both my shoulders. She had nice strong hands.
"You live close by? Have girlfriend?"
"Not too far away. No girlfriend. Not right now."
She moved to the side and started to massage my upper arm and bicep.
"No girlfriend? How come? Girls like big muscles and nice fanny."
She patted my ass.
"Too much trouble."
"What you mean - 'too much trouble'?"
"Always something. Too much drama."
Her hands moved down to my waist then to my ass.
"You come see KC. Never trouble. Make you feel nice."
She glided down to my left hip and upper thigh, reaching the inside of my left leg and grasped just below my ass. I spread my legs, making it easy for her to massage next to my balls and cock which began to stiffen. She squeezed and released moving down to the backside of my knee and calf before moving to the other side and continuing. A few minutes later, she climbed up onto the table, straddled me from behind and put her knees on my hamstring muscles.
"You like that, Mike?"
"It feels good," I said.
She started rocking back and forth. "Ride you like cowgirl. Woo hoo!"
Then she bent forward, resting her hands on either side of my head. I could feel her breath on my neck and her body pressed up against my back. After a while she sat up and squeezed my ass cheeks in her hands.
"You have sexy bottom, tan and smooth. You like showing off at beach?"
"Yeah, I do."
She tapped my ass.
"You squeeze now. Show KC how tight your bottom is."
I flexed my ass muscles.
"Mmmm. You like tease beach girls with your tight sexy little bottom, Mike? "
"Sure. Why not. They do it to us."
"Maybe I spank you."
She slapped my ass lightly.
"You going to tease beach girls now?
"Yes. Not stopping."
"Oooh, you bad, bad boy. "
She slapped my ass again.
"Maybe you like KC play with your butt?"
I spread my legs so she could work deeper. Her fingers inched down my crack, caressing my ass cheeks, dipping in and out until she arrived at the soft spot in between my balls and asshole which she stroked softly with her finger.
"Sexy part of man body," she said.
I lifted my ass slightly, inviting her fingers to probe further, all the time feeling her weight on hamstrings.
"Oooh, you like?"
"Yeah."
She parted my ass cheeks and I felt cool air on my naked asshole.
"You pale, no tan here," she said, stroking the walls of my butt crack. "Nice and smooth. No hair. You shave bottom?"
"Everyday."
"KC like."
She held my butt cheeks open and let her fingers glide around, circling, teasing, but not touching my anus.
"Mmmm," she said. "Sexy butthole. You relax and enjoy."
Her fingers repeated the slow journey again from the top of my butt crack toward my asshole, which she touched lighty, causing it to contract and tighten. She kissed her finger and put in on my asshole.
"Sexy butt. No squeeze. Relax. You let KC massage."
I felt warm oil drip onto my puckered hole and then her finger began to circle it again slowly, teasing the edges.
"Big strong man like me play with tight little asshole. Make you horny?"
"Very horny."
"Maybe I put finger inside you?"
"Yeah," I said.
The tip of her finger probed the opening and began pushing gently at first.
"So tight. You need relax butt and help KC make you feel good."
The pressure became firmer. She pushed harder until her finger slipped in.
"How you like?"
"It's tight."
"You virgin. Need practice. You like KC finger fuck your asshole?"
"Yeah."
She pulled it out slightly, squirted more oil, then slid it back in deeper.
"You so tight. Only one finger. You learn. Take time."
She continued working my asshole for the next few minutes, training it to let her finger slide in and out. Then she stopped.
"O.K., now you roll over," she said.
She climbed off me and disappeared through curtains into the hallway. I turned over and waited. A few minutes later she came back into the room and I saw her face for the first time. She was in her late 30s, early 40s, wore tight black spandex pants and a white top. She was plain looking with short black hair.
"You shave down here, too," she said running her hand down near my crotch. "First, I massage face."
She stood over me at the top of the table, and started massaging my scalp, my forehead and neck.
"You need come see KC more often. You go to gym, to beach then come here."
"That could get expensive."
"You no have girlfriend. Save money. I give good price."
"Maybe."
"What you mean 'maybe'? You no like KC?"
"I like you."
She rubbed my chest.
"What you like, Mike?"
"I like these," I said pointing to her tits. "I want to suck them."
"Cost more."
"How much?"
"Fifty dollar."
"Too much. Twenty."
"Forty," she said, smiling.