This story is a true account, a sort of confession of the first time I spoiled myself a few years after my wife's death from Cancer. The names may have been changed to protect the participants. This story can't be used or replicated without written permission of the author. If you're gonna leave a comment, just don't be a Douchebag please.
Celebrating my 50th birthday, I decided to spoil myself & do something I've contemplated but never explored. I decided to see what the hub-bub surrounding professional massages was about. As a widow & involved dad to a son & daughter that live in California, it's quiet around the farm when you minus the animal noises. I used the mapping app on my phone & found a massage parlor in the next town that seemed nice & was average priced.
Growing up as a country boy my frame is muscular, but athletic from the years of living on a farm & working a very blue-collar job that I'm very proud of. I'm 6' 2", gray & white crew-cut haired with less of the previous blond hair showing. I'm told by quite a few gals that I've got very soft & caring green eyes that are the windows into a soul that's full of love & loves life. My broad shoulders have helped me carry the burdens of the country life while dealing with the tragedies of life that are encountered by the average American First Responder. My legs are strong & firm & have carried my weight & the weight of the others that I've pulled to safety during their worst day ever. Legs' Day is my favorite workout day of the week & as an adult athlete I play soccer & rodeo on the local circuit.
I change out of my farm work clothes, take a quick shower, throw on some PT (workout clothes) gear & head out the door to my truck. The drive is peaceful & the sun's about to set so there's a bit of crispness in the air because it's transitioning to winter. I lose my thoughts marveling at the color of the leaves, while listening to the music on the radio.
I pull into the parking space, lock my truck & stand outside looking at the small strip mall confirming the address & suite number on the scratch piece of paper I used. The building is meek & seems to be in fairly good condition. I think to myself "so far, so good."
As I enter the lobby I can hear a couple of soft toned voices speaking in Japanese; I recognize a few of the words from my time in the U.S.C.G. I'm immediately greeted by a beautiful Japanese woman, who asks if I'm the one that called & reserved the 1-hour full-body massage. Her English is good, but her accent makes it a challenge to clearly understand what she asked.
"Yes, that's me & here's the $80 as promised."
She leads me through the interior door & we walk down a center hallway that has room off to the right-side. I couldn't help but notice her surprisingly beautiful backside & I'm in a mild trance as I stare at how each ass cheek tightens & hugs the middle of the colorful knit miniskirt she's wearing. Her legs are short, but firm & the skin looks velvety soft. As we enter the dimly lit room with a couple of large framed pressure-point pictures on the wall, a small couch, the massage bed & a small work station in the corner she does her best Vanna White & shows me where my clothes go & tells me that once my clothes are hanging to lay down on my stomach. I follow her directions & use a nearby towel to cover the area from my middle back down to the middle of my hamstrings. There's a slight smell of lavender coming from the bed & as my face is resting in the hole of the bed I relax & begin to breath deeply. I'm at the point where I'm sleepy but aware of what's going on around me. As I'm relaxing I take my cock & point it down so it's running parallel with my right thigh; I'm not porn star big, but I'm definitely over average in length & girth.
There's a knock at the door so I turn my head & say "come on in." In walks my angel with the hypnotic ass & legs; as beautiful as she is from the back she's more beautiful from the front. Her smile is radiant, her skin is flawless, her hair is long & in a pony tail, her brown eyes are soft, her breasts are firm & easily at least a C-cup, her midsection is taunt & her thighs look like little earthquakes occur every time she takes a step.
I lock eyes with her & she puts out her hand.
"Hello, I'm Amy."
I gently hold her hand & reply "Scott, pleased to meet ya Amy" which elicits a small giggle from her. The sound of her giggle, the electricity I feel as our skin touches & her stunning smile hits me right between the legs & my resting cock awakens. I let go of her petite hand & notice she gives my backside a once-over with her eyes. She seems pleased & even bites her bottom lip a little.
I think to myself "so far, so good" & put my face back into the hole in the table.
"Where pain?"
I point to my lower back & inner hamstring areas not taking my face out of the hole. My arms are along my sides with my palms at the edge of the table. Next I see a pair of slippers come into view & hear a bottle crack open. There's the sound of fluid being rubbed between skin & then silence.
The next sensation I feel is warmed oil being applied to the back of my neck & shoulders. Amy's touch is gentle & thorough, not missing any of my skin. I involuntarily let a moan escape & feel embarrassed, apologizing as I slightly lift my head.