First story. Written in a single-setting so it's shorter than it ought to be. But I had an experience tonight I just had to share.
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I didn't know what to expect as I knocked on the second-story apartment door.
Though I've had an active sex life in my twenty-eight years, I'd never ventured into the — shall we say — "commercialized" avenues. But one week into a three-month stay in Europe, and working twelve- to fourteen-hour days, I was finding it difficult to make the time to even hit the bars, let alone get to know the local ladies.
I turned to the Internet. The city in western Europe apparently has a thriving sex scene. Sex shows. Brothels. Escort services. I inquired about a particular escort, a tall twenty-something Scandinavian blonde named Sara with beautiful, perky tits. My imagination quickly ran rampant as I imagined her in my hotel room, but the combination of the 300-euro hourly rate and the nagging concern in the back of my mind about contracting a little souvenir on my trip kept me from sealing the deal.
I went to work that next morning and my foreign colleagues kept catching my eye. As we sat around the large table, my cock kept twitching as I gazed upon one particular woman. She was 5-8, not particularly skinny but by no means out of shape, with these beautifully shaped breasts that pressed against her blouse. As we studied our respective documents, she caught my glances on more than a few occasions. By the time I got back to my hotel tonight — yes, this happened tonight — I was hornier than I could remember. I google-searched for Sara, the escort, again. But another result caught my eye. "Tantric massage." Before I knew it, I was walking down the dark alleys of this metropolis, navigating toward its address.
As I walked along, I started thinking: What might happen? My erotic fantasies were tempered by concerns over what else might happen. What if it's a scam? What if there's a huge pimp there who empties my wallet before he lets me leave? What if the massage therapist pick-pockets my unattended clothing and I'm left explaining to my employer how I lost my wallet, passport, and company credit card?
Mustering my courage as I arrived, I knocked on the door, and a comely Caucasian woman answered wearing a black negligee that fell just below the curve of her ass cheeks. "I'm Andrea," she introduced. "Do you have a reservation?"
"Oh, um... I didn't know.... I needed one."
"One moment please..." she said as she walked away. Returning a few minutes later, she explained: "Ten minutes?"
"No problem," I replied. She beckoned me in. I gazed around at the small lobby area of this apartment-style office. The first thing I noticed was the scent of exotic oils wafting through the air. Other than the nectar of a woman, I'd never found a scent to be so erotic before, but I immediately felt both at peace and sexually charged. Andrea led me into a room, and I couldn't help but watch her beautiful ass swaying beneath her negligee. She led me into a room down the hall on the right, and I walked into a large room — probably 20' x 20' — with a large futon cushion in the middle. She offered me a glass of water, and I asked (fibbing a little): "I only have 70 Euros to spend, will that cover a massage?" "Yes, yes," Andrea promised. And then walked away.
I sat on a chair in the room, waiting anxiously, and my imagination began to drift. What would 70-euros buy? I didn't even know whether, for sure, this would result in a hand job.... As my imagination ran wild though, the door opened and Andrea entered with a young, tiny Filipino woman. "This is Angelica," Andrea introduced. I gazed at this beautiful young nubile. Her face was not a "10" — but very cute — and she had the sexiest petite little body. Tiny, but with some curves, especially on her nice ass. She was wearing an orange bra and thong, and my cock immediately started to harden, as I developed a bit more of an idea about what to expect.
"Take your clothes off, and lie there," she instructed, after placing a disposable sheet-cover over the futon. As I lay down, naked, I gazed at her body ... wondering if I was allowed to touch her modestly, even on the legs. "On your stomach," she directed and then she reached around to unclasp her bra. Holy shit, I thought....
I looked back over my shoulder at her as the bra slid down her body. Her tits were small (maybe a small "B" cup) but she had the longest, most exquisite nipples I'd seen in a long, long time. Not so long as to be comical, but a good inch and a half poking out of her small, perky tits. She kneeled beside me and, after gathering some oil, her hands began to rub my back, my legs.....
After a few minutes, she tugged my legs apart and uttered, "Wider." Her strokes began to pass along my inner thighs, growing ever closer to my scrotum. Before I knew it, she was stroking her hand between my ass cheeks and sliding down to my ball-sack, rubbing gently. She reached around under my body and for the first time closed her tiny hand and fingers around my rock-hard pole.
A bit about me. I'm average build, in decent shape but no gym rat. My cock is average in length (maybe 6") but incredibly thick. I felt it pulse and throb as her fingers encircled me. Rubbing ever so gently, she then leaned over and began to rub her body along my own. I was looking off to the side (lying on my belly) and observed her in the mirror on the wall, watching her nipples stiffen further as they stroked and passed along my body. She straddled my ass and the small of my back, and I felt the heat of her pussy passing through the thin material of her thong... it felt amazing. I started to moan aloud, inadvertently, and I heard her coo in my ears.
