I had been traveling for 9 hours and finally arrived in New York. The trip was a difficult given the summer thunderstorms. I had left my wife and 6 year at home and hoped for day alone during my first trip to NY. I had planned to spend the day taking is sight before my meetings began until 9 am tomorrow. It was already 7 pm, so I had just the evening to relax. Not being from New York, I went down to the concierge and asked where I could get a good massage. Unfortunately the hotel spa was closed. The concierge recommended a local spa around the corner. I entered as they were closing up. The spa looked clean enough. I was about to leave, when the guy behind the counter said he could take care of me. I booked the 90 minute deluxe massage.
Another guy, shorter, stocky black man was laughing with the ladies who were leaving down the hall as I entered the locker room. He said make myself comfortable and someone would be with me in a few minutes. I undressed, placed my things in a locker, and donned the robe on the back of the door. A tall, strong, curvy and not totally unattractive woman knocked and peeked in and said "Please follow me." The lady, my masseuse I assumed, led me to shower room and said, "When you're done showering, please go back Room E." Her accent was slight but clearly Eastern European. The shower felt great after the flight. After a warm shower, I stepped out and found a towel folded on the bench but the robe gone. I wrapped the towel around my waist, and looked in to the hall. The lights were all dimmed and no one was in sight. I saw Room E across the hall and slipped in.
The small room was also dimly lit. I stretched out on the table. Soothing new age music played. I began to doze when there was a tap on the door. A person entered and lit a scented candle. I felt the warm lotion being poured on my back. Strong hands worked the oil into my back. My muscles began to melt under the firm touch. Next they worked my neck and head. I was dozing as my arms and hands were worked until they felt like rubber. Next my feet and calves were kneaded removing the cramps from the 8 hours in economy class seats. By time, my thighs were worked on I was nearly asleep.
In a dreamlike fog, I imagined the Eastern European Lady's hands beginning work my buttocks. The warm oil seeped down my crack and coated it and then my balls as the strong hands worked by buttocks. I moaned in pleasure and the strong hands worked my buttock over. At first, I was I thought I was dreaming as a finger slide over my anus sending shivers through me. Soon my anus was being caressed by the strong finger. The pleasure was nothing I had felt before. My cock began to respond slowly stiffening underneath me. I felt the finger than a slender object probing my aroused anus. I let out a low moan as it moved in deeper. After a few minutes, I began breathing more deeply as waves of pleasure swept over me. A feeling of disappointment came over me as the object was pulled slowly out. Before I could stir, I felt something new replacing it, larger, thicker replacing it. It was slowly worked into me. Then, I felt it begin to pump in and out sending waves of pleasure through me. This went on for several minutes when all of sudden, I felt it twirl. It hit something that sent a shock wav of pleasure through me. I gasped and let out a low moan as wave after wave of pleasure ripped through me. As the object twirled, I felt as if I was about cum in an explosion. Before that could happen, it was slowly withdrawn.
I lay there panting, as the strong hands rolled me over and covered my face with warm, moist towel. The strong hands then did their magic to my legs, chest and arms again calming me down and soothing me back to near sleep-like trance. When the warm oil again was poured on my abdomen, it again seeps down around my balls and down my ass. The strong hand began to knead my balls again causing my cock to rise. As the strong fingers wrapped around my cock, I reached up and pulled to towel from face and gasped. Those wonderful hands were not the strong eastern European woman I had been dreaming of but the man from thee front desk. He released my balls and put his finger to his lips to shush me and said, "We're all alone." I was frightened as first. He stood there in a paid of shorts that barely fit and his well formed chest, covered in light brown fur, five o'clock shadow and piercing green eyes. He smiled and went on "At first I didn't think you would like it, but as you moaned as I massaged your ass, I figured I would give it a try." He reached over to the table which had progressively longer and ticker wand-like objects. He held up a slightly curved wand with a rounded bulb tip. I was amazed that this long, thick tool had been inside of me. He gave my cock a tug. I gasped.
