He was working away from home and had been for some time now. He missed his family and home comforts and after a particularly hard week at work he was feeling stressed. He considered ways he could relax and distress himself. He was too tired for the gym; the cinema was no fun by yourself and the bars too noisy. Whilst flicking through the welcome brochure in the hotel bedroom he spotted an advertisement for a masseur: Highly Qualified English Masseur – no need to leave the comfort of your room – expert in deep muscle relaxation techniques and aromatherapy.
He thought it sounded just what he needed so carefully dialled the number….
Around an hour later after he had bathed and wrapped himself in a large fluffy bathrobe he heard a knock on the door. He opened it to see a petite redheaded woman standing there with a large bag. Welcoming her into his room, he was aware of her slim figure beneath a short, white masseurs overall. Her rounded breasts straining at the buttons that attempted to contain them. She introduced herself as Fee and asked if he had ever had a massage before. He recalled an over exuberant, big-boned masseur from his college days whose speciality was to leave you a physical wreck with neck problems. Fee laughed and smiled, assuring him that she would be gentle. Fee began to unzip her large bag whilst instructing him to take off his robe and lie on the bed, she passed him a large warm towel, “Don’t worry and try to relax, you can cover your modesty with this” she said. Fee turned to busy herself lighting an incense stick, dimming the lights and mixing a blend of fragrant oils to use on him as he lay on the bed slowly becoming accustomed to the atmosphere.
Fee’s touch was gentle and warm as she began to stroke him, the oil helping her small hands to glide over his skin. She started by running her fingers through his hair slowly and gently kneading his head, smoothing out the frown that his face had worn for the past weeks. Down his neck to his knotted shoulders she worked, pressing and stroking, almost draining the pressure from them. With one hand always in contact with his skin she stroked his arms, working the stress from them, rubbing the palms of his hands and gently squeezing and stretching each well-oiled finger.
Wow, this felt great. He was beginning to feel stirring sensations in his groin as he cautiously opened one eye to watch her work. He could feel her warm, oiled hands gliding over his chest, rolling and kneading the flesh. Her dark red, curly hair was tied back except for one long curl that had worked loose. It caressed her cheek as she worked, her face flushed and her eyes filled with a faraway look. The top two buttons of her overall had come open and as she leaned over him he had a perfect view of her tanned breasts and the deep valley between them. With only a towel to cover his modesty he was unable to hide the fact that his dick had become incredibly hard and swollen. He was desperately trying to think of other things but the sight and thoughts of her heaving breasts burned into him.
Her eyes widened as her hands moved down to his stomach and she noticed his huge bulge. She smiled as he blushed and tried to stammer an apology…..
