True story. I swear. I had been to a few massage places. They had been enjoyable but nothing really cfnm, until this one lady I called. I saw her add in the Reader. She sounded real nice on the phone. She was energetic and had a Boston accent. I made an appointment.
She ran this service out of her house. When she answered her door I was pleasantly surprised. She was in her late 40’s but still really put together. She had on tight fitting shorts and a tight tank top. She seemed really please to see me too. She smiled, looked me up and down, then said in her Bostonian accent, ‘Ohh my, your real tall!‘ I’m only 6’ 3’’ but still I don’t mind complements, even if it’s bs.
She showed me to the table. Smiling she said, ’Please take off ALL of your clothes...or whatever you feel comfortable with. You can hang them up over there. Then lie face down on the table with the towel over you. I’ll be back in a couple minutes’. As she moved toward the door I removed my shirt. With my hands on my belt buckle I saw her sneak one last peek before closing the door. Our eyes made contact and she seemed really embarrassed and she looked away and closed the door.
I stripped off. Now down to only my boxers, I remember what she had said. ’Please take off ALL of your clothes’. I fondly remembered how she stressed the word ’ALL’ and how her eyes lowered a bit when she said it. Well I thought, don’t chicken out now, you might never get this opportunity again. Down they went.. I stood there for a second or two enjoying the weird sensation of being naked.
I got on the table, on my stomach. The soft table felt exquisite to my cock, which soon became erect. I pulled the towel over me. It wasn’t a very large towel. It covered my buttocks and the sides but that was about it. Also it was a thin white towel. I wondered if it would be practically see through when I turned over. It might not be see through, I thought, but it certainly wouldn’t offer much protection from her gaze if she chose to look. But that didn’t bother me, in fact, I hoped she did look. I wanted her to look. That’s why I was here. That was my fantasy, that some legitimate masseuse would become so enthralled with me that she couldn’t keep her hands off me.
There was a knock on the door and she came back in the room. As she was doing the massage we made small talk the whole time, you know TV, travel, sports, the weather etc. She was really good too, you could tell that she had training. As her hands worked my back, waved of pleasure shot through me. The feeling is indescribable as you get those chills down you spine. But anyway when she started on my legs, she really creeped up the inner thigh. Then she made long strokes up and down my leg. Each stroke got longer until her hands made forays to my cheeks. Her warm soft hands went under the towel, but each time she did so she pushed the towel farther off of me. She had moved the towel around so much she had to see my balls. Her hand came about as close as you can come to touching them. The conversation had died out at this point, we were both really concentrating on what was happening. She worked the buttocks too. (no anal shit mind you, that is where I draw the line). But this was great, definitely worth the price of admission, the previous masseuses didn’t do this. She spent alot of time here. Her left on kneading my left cheek , hip and side of my thigh, as her right hand worked the center of my thigh, then the inner thigh. Then she moved the towel back to it’s starting place fully covering me.
Then she worked on the other leg, repeating the delightful process. Although this time her stroke moved the towel almost completely off of me. The combination of the physical sensations along with the other aspects of the situation were intoxicating. The feel of her warm hands masterfully working my naked legs and butt. The thought that I was almost totally naked before this strange lady. I wondered. What was she thinking? Was this par for course? Just a job? Boring for her? She had to be able to see my balls. Did she look at them? What did she think of them? Did they hold her interest, or was it like seem one you seen them all?
Then she picked up the towel and then she asked me to turn over. I was looking at her when I did, so I could see her expression. She seemed to be looking away, but kind of looking out of the corner of her eye. As she put the towel back down on me, I exclaimed to her that felt GREAT. And it was the best massage I‘ve ever had, etc. She smiled and said thank you. This led to some more small talk and what not as she started working on my arm and hand. We talked about vacations, the coolest places we’ve been to, places we would like to go, our favorite music, foods, movies, etc. This was a really great experience the massage was great, even the conversation too. And this lady was not hot but she was attractive. She said I was so much nicer to work on then her other clients. She said she usually had rude old men. (I’m in my late 20’s and work out alot, I’m not a GQ super model but I’m not bad.) Need less to say when she was rubbing my stomach I couldn’t help but start to get hard. She seemed to be looking at it beginning to grow. Her hands were rubbing so close. I felt the cloth rub my cock as my cock expanded. This towel did little to conceal it. She could clear see the outline of everything. There is no way that she could not see my erection. This towel barely covered me. The bottom just covered my testicles while up top if my dick had been a half inch larger it would have protrude out of the top of the towel. As her hands traced little circles on my lower stomach along the edge of the towel, she smiled and seemed to purse her lips almost as if she was saying, ‘ooohh’. She finally realized I was watching her intently. She a little bit embarrassed, as she sheepishly smiled at me then broke eye contact. It seemed to say oops, I was zoning out a little bit there and you caught me.
