I walk in and an assistant takes me to the massage table. She tells me to get undressed and get on the table face down under the towel, then leaves. I take off all my clothes and get on the table. After a minute, the masseuse walks in. From here, I can only see her legs, which are very nicely tanned and smooth. I cannot see any clothes, but she is wearing very high black high-heeled shoes, with the toes showing.
I hear the unmistakable click of a bottle of aromatic oil being closed. Moments later I feel her warm, moist hands on my back. I am immediately aroused as she smoothly and seductively writhes around on my back. She continues the massage to perfection on my back, the oil working its way onto every part of my skin. Some escapes and slides down my side, which intensifies the arousal even more. As she works around every part of my back, she moves her hands around the side of my body and slows down, building the erotic tension. She repeats this several times.
She stops momentarily and I hear her walking around the back of me and around to the side. As she comes closer, I catch a fleeting glimpse of her incredible feet. I hear the bottle click once more, and then my breath is taken as I feel both her hands envelope the top of my arm. She glides from the top to the bottom slowly, then repeats several times.
Moving in front of me, I awaken slightly from my daze as I realise the contact has stopped. As I stare intensely at her gorgeous feet, which are now on display right before my eyes, I feel her chest rest down on the back of my head. As she reaches down my back, she slows right down, and I hear her quiet but intense breath as she stretches. I let out an audible breath of my own, as I am once again aroused. She responds and does the same thing again, this time pressing her chest even more against me, and I heard what could almost be described as a groan.
My arousal levels are going through the roof now as I feel a sexual tension between us. My imagination starts running wild and as this happens, I feel some activity happening downstairs. Lying on my front this very quickly becomes so uncomfortable that I must do something about it. As she moves on to the next part of my anatomy, I lift up my lower region and strategically position myself to avoid future discomfort. This in itself is not even the most comfortable position as you effectively end up lying on top of your manhood, which, in this state, is less than ideal.
Some further noises from behind and I feel her hands on my left leg. Both hands are firmly pressing against my skin on the back of my leg, and she seductively glides them up, above the knee, and continues for what seems an eternity. In my head, I am frantically making calculations about where her hands must be by now in comparison to the towel. Just as she is about to reach a point where excitement will outweigh relaxation, she stops, and slowly moves back down again.
She repeats the same move on the right leg then returns to the left. This time, she seems to make a more concerted effort with the glide. There seems to be more purpose to this movement. As she reaches forward, her grip gets lighter, but she continues. She continues further than last time, going right under the towel. Now the sexual tension turns to excitement. I think her hands may even reach my ass. But she stops, and as her hands turn to go back again, she moves them down the side of my leg, leaving her thumbs working the back.
After that, I am positively turned on, and can't wait for the next one. And it comes straight away. And this time I can hear her let out her breath as she reaches up my leg. Could she be enjoying this as much as I am? It could be my imagination again, but she certainly sounds like she is. As she turns to come back down this time, the tips of her fingers briefly brush the bottom of my ass, and as she moves her hands around the side of my legs, they are so high, I swear if hadn't re-arranged myself there would have been some contact!
She turns to the right leg. I am now so turned on that there is a wild feeling in my lower stomach, and every time she reaches up and brushes my ass, it suddenly grows and fills my whole body. After several minutes of total excitement, she stops, and I regain consciousness. She moves around to the side of me, and whispers gently in my ear, "Do you want to turn over now?" Not really a question you need asking twice.
As I lift myself up, I feel something wet down below, and realise my excitement wasn't all in my head. I have been secreting a certain liquid down there, as you do when you are that excited. Moving the towel around me, I twist myself round on to my front, and as I lower myself back down, I strategically position myself again. Although, to be honest it's quite a waste of time when you're lying on your back with just a towel between yourself and the open air, as there is not much left to the imagination.
I get my first glimpse of the woman who has been caressing my body for the last twenty minutes. She is wearing a white masseuse coat, down to about her thighs. Her legs are clearly visible and are beautifully tanned. The coat is short-sleeved; her arms are as tanned as her legs. The coat has buttons to the top, but many are undone - a good amount of cleavage is visible. The coat is very tight around the bust line; she appears to be bursting out of it.
Her beauty takes me back for a second, her makeup done to perfection, with heavy eye makeup and earrings glistening in the light. She has long, straight black hair, which is tied back in a ponytail, but hangs some way down her back. She seemingly notices my appreciation from within the towel and tries not to make it obvious that she has. I watch her as she continues. She has a very slight smile on her face, but her eyes tell everything you need to know. She IS enjoying this. This new fact excites me even more and for a second I have to look away.
After lubricating her hands once more, she moves to my side and clutches my arm again. She moves down steadily, and ends up with one hand holding mine with fingers interlocked, her other hand pressing from the other side. My arm is being held in mid-air and I feel like we are connected. I watch her as she does this, and for a brief second, she looks back into my eyes. The connection for this second is indescribable.
As she does this again, I pluck up the courage to look back at her, and at her incredible cleavage. She is wearing what appears to be a white lace bra, but in combination with the tight coat, her breasts are squeezed tightly together. From this angle, and the low-level lighting, the shape can easily be made out; the slight curve rising upwards and outwards. I am in awe of this beauty and forget myself for a second. She looks back at me again and I quickly look away. I think she saw me looking.
After finishing my arms, she moves around behind me. I can hear her breath close to me. She places her hands behind my head on my neck and starts what can only be described as the best neck massage ever. I am writhing in pleasure as she rides her thumbs over my muscles. She extends her fingers down across my collarbone, and almost around my neck as she moves her thumbs back and forth. I feel like she has a hold of me and I like it.
Then she takes one hand away, whilst continuing with the other to massage my neck and shoulder. In amongst the writhing of pleasure, I think I hear her breathing changing, it becomes more erratic and heavier, then a slight groan. My imagination starts running wild. What is she doing behind my head? I listen intently but can't hear anything, apart from the intoxicating breathing that is now getting me so turned on I'm sure that she knows it, as the towel doesn't really hide anything!
Her other hand then stops and moves away. But the groaning continues. I hear some rustling and fumbling behind me. I can now hear my heartbeat in my ears and it is racing. I dare not move, I am pinned to the spot, but I listen intently. I'm sure I hear a button pop. Then another. Then my heart practically stops as I hear the noise of fabric sliding and accelerating, then the unmistakeable sound of clothes hitting the floor. She's just taken off the coat!
