For the next two weeks I was barely able to stay away from the Oasis Foot Spa. My last massage from beautiful Anna had been amazing, with her letting me play with her pussy while she provided me with a happy ending. I relived that again and again in my mind over my two-week period of self-induced abstinence. I had discovered something so amazing, so sensual, so appealing, and so beguiling. If not for the expense, I would have gone every three days for a sexy massage from Anna.
Finally, my two-week layoff was over. I took a long hot shower, taking special care to get my ass and balls squeaky clean. I even did a little manscaping down there so I looked appealing. I stopped by my bank and withdrew a hundred sixty in cash, then drove directly to the Oasis, parking a few shops over. I was worked up, aroused at the thought of Anna's warm, oily hands massaging me. I wanted to feel her soft, bare pussy again while she massaged my stiff cock.
As I walked through the door there was another client in the waiting area, talking to the nice old lady behind the counter. She glanced over his shoulder and acknowledged me. It was a bit uncomfortable for both of us to be there at the same time, and when he turned to wait for his provider, we didn't catch each other's eye. I figured he knew why I was there, and I certainly knew why he was there. The old lady disappeared behind the curtain and moments later returned with the provider she had chosen for the other fellow. It was a thin, older woman who might have been the same one that gave me my first massage there. I thanked my stars that it wasn't Anna who appeared to lead him back to his room.
I stepped up to the counter and the old woman greeted me with a friendly smile. "Is Anna available?" I asked.
"Anna not here. Today Judy," she replied. I asked if Anna would be in later, but she just shook her head and repeated, "Today Judy."
I cursed my luck but nodded and pulled sixty bucks off my bankroll and gave it to the old woman. She pocketed the money, wrote something in her book, and told me to wait. She disappeared through the curtain and while she was gone, I made a mental note to call ahead to make an appointment with Anna next time. She reappeared with Judy.
Judy was probably about 45 and very pleasant looking for a 45-year-old woman. Neither thin nor fat, she carried the little extra weight that comes with age very well. She was dressed nicely in loose fitting light cotton yoga pants and a pull-over white long-sleeved top with a V-neck. She smiled at me and gestured for me to follow her. I did so and she led me to a room about midway down on the right. Evidently the rooms on the right were smaller than the rooms on the left because this room was barely large enough for Judy to walk around the massage table in the center.
"Clothes off, face down," Judy said as she exited the room. I quickly disrobed, noticing that there was no top sheet on the massage table, just the small towel. I lay down on the table and didn't bother covering myself up at all, hoping to send the message to Judy that I wanted some extra service. Anna may not have been there, but I had two weeks of pent-up craving to take care of and Judy was going to be good enough.
She reentered the room and asked me if I liked soft or hard. "Hard," I answered as she began rubbing my upper back and shoulders. She applied a bit of oil, and it was immediately evident that she was a very skilled masseuse. Her touch felt healing, her hands soft, and the pressure just how I like it.
"Okay?" she asked as she leaned over and dug into my back with her elbows and forearms. I groaned a yes, and she continued all up and down my back, butt, and upper legs for five or ten minutes. Then she leaned down and asked quietly, "Use feet, walk on you?"
"Yes, please," I replied. I had never had that type of massage and the idea intrigued me. Later when I flipped over, I could see that there were two metal rails running across the top of the room, right over the table. That gave her the ability to keep her balance and not put full weight on my legs and other areas that might not bear it. I lay there naked and exposed as she massaged me with her feet. She spent time with her feet on my butt, working my glutes, and curled her toes once or twice, brushing my balls with them. I was reasonably sure it was intentional.
After about ten minutes of this, she climbed down off the table and began massaging my legs and feet. It really felt wonderful, especially each time she brushed up against the boys. She was a great masseuse and as I lay there becoming aroused by her frequent touches to the sack, I hoped that her hand-job skills were as great as her massage skills. She went up to my back and gave me some more there, then back down to the legs. She began focusing on my butt, and soon was spending half the time rubbing my glutes and the other half fondling my balls. I absently began to move my hips slowly in a slight fucking motion each time she groped at my sack. Then she began running her finger up the crack of my butt, with just a little pressure. She would fondle the boys, rubbing my sack, then starting at the taint, would run her finger right up and into the crack of my ass, right across my tight sphincter and up to where the cleft ended. I was getting harder, and continued the rocking of my hips almost non-stop. After a few minutes of ball and ass play, she gave my butt a squeeze then patted me lightly on the sack.
She stepped up to my head and whispered, "Be right back." She left the room and returned with the hot stones. She spent quite a bit of time massaging me with the stones, but didn't get frisky with them, just gave me a great, hot rub-down with them. She left briefly again and returned with the hot moist towels and wiped all the oil off my back, shoulders, butt, and legs. Then she very carefully wiped my balls, making sure to get every bit of oil that might be clinging there.
