"Welcome!" A tall blonde lady addressed him as he walked in the massage parlor. It was a small building off the main road, but for its location the parlor was well kept. There was bamboo-decorated green wallpaper behind attentively trimmed bonsai trees lining the walls and two sleek black benches for clients to wait at. The woman that addressed him was standing behind a black counter with a bowl of lifesaver mints on its left wing.
"You're Johnathan, right?" She asked, checking something off on a paper hidden behind the reception desk.
"That's me," he said awkwardly. He had never gotten a massage before, but after pulling one too many muscles at the gym he had decided to give it a shot.
"You're right on time. Go on back and make yourself comfortable. You're my last client today," she said cheerily.
Nodding, John walked through the indicated doorway, pushing aside the aesthetic sheet hanging over it.
The room had a white massage table in the center and decorative zen garden accessories scattered about. There were shoots of bamboo in pots and even a little tree on a table. Ocean waves were playing from hidden speakers and there was a towel waiting for him on the table.
He took his shoes and socks off, then waited unsure what to do next.
The blonde woman walked in again, "Let's get started, my name is Amanda, but you can call me Amy. You signed up for a full body massage, so go ahead and take off the rest of your clothes and wrap that towel around you."
She turned around to give him some privacy and he complied, stripping off everything down to his underwear, then he wrapped the towel around himself.
"Ok, all set," he told her, noticing how her body curved from behind to show off a perky bubble butt. He shook the thought from his mind and laid face-down on the table.
"Great! Alright this may feel a bit cold at first." John heard something squirt from a bottle, then a hand slathered lukewarm massage oil on his back. She worked up his spine and onto his shoulders, easing away what felt like years of tension.
Next she drizzled oil on his calves and started rubbing them, going farther up his legs until her hands were on his thighs. Something about the idea of a stranger touching his thighs sent a thrill through John, but he suddenly became very aware of his dick in the process. He started putting all his willpower into staying flaccid, trying to think about literally anything else.
She moved down to his feet and rubbed them out. It felt amazing, but he was still distracted by his thoughts earlier. To his dismay, she reached up and folded the towel on him, then tsked when she saw his underwear.
"I'm going to need these off to do your glutes, just sit still a moment,"
She hooked her oiled hands into his waistband, then pulled his underwear down, carrying the towel with it. He blushed, still face down on the table, becoming semi-erect. She replaced the towed just beneath his buttocks and started digging into them with her thumbs, expertly releasing pent up pain and knots even there.
"Ok, go ahead and flip over."
He did so, pulling the towel snugly over his pelvis to cover his semi-hard dick.
She flipped her hair back and moved over to his head, taking it in her hands and gently pushing it to stretch his neck. Looking up, he couldn't help but notice her tits hanging down in her shirt. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra.
She massaged his arms, then went down the sides of his stomach and reached to push the towel away from the sides of his thighs, but he reached out and grabbed her hand.
"I um, I don't think I'm comfortable being naked around a total stranger."
"Oh! I'm so sorry John. Here, its ok. Don't be embarrassed," she stopped and pulled her shirt over her head, making John's jaw drop at her respectable perky tits.
"It was getting a little hot in here anyway," she dropped her sweatpants, standing just far enough that John could see her recently shaved groin, only now stubbling with hair.
"See, nothing to be embarrassed about," she said casually, going to massage the fronts of his legs.
Speechless, John kept his eyes locked on Amy as she finished up his legs, gently compressing and pulling them by his feet. She moved top again, caressing his inner thighs. The sensation, combined with seeing Amy's wonderful tits was too much for John and his penis pulsated into an erection, making the towel point up in tent.
"Oh my! You must be very, very tense. She pinched the towel by the top and pulled it off, revealing his hard-on.
"I'm so sorry, so sorry," John said frantically, sitting up and putting his hands over his cock.
Amy put a hand on his chest and pushed him back down to the table, "Relax John, its perfectly normal." She picked his right hand off his dick and started massaging the hand as if nothing was awry, then it down to his side and did the same thing to the other.
John was so self-conscious about his hard dick, flopped down and pointing toward his face, that as Amy casually started rubbing his inner thighs it pulsed up at her touch.
Rubbing her hands together to spread massage oil across her palms, Amy caressed his ballsack, gently squeezing it, before squeezing the base of his shaft.
He gasped and she looked at his face questioningly, "You did consent to a full body massage, right?"
He nodded weakly, his body relaxed and tingly from the massage, except of course for his throbbing cock.
Amy drizzled some oil directly onto the tip of his penis, then rubbed it in with a hand, caressing his tip. He let out a small grunt when she squeezed and brought her hand down the length of his member.
"Shhh, relax John. You're so tense," she said, cupping his balls in one hand and using her middle finger to draw a line of oil from his asshole to the base of his balls.
