Welcome to the continuation of Parker's Adventures. Last we left off,
Parker got quite an unexpected welcome home from his roommate. Gearing up for the work week ahead, Parker begins to get back into the swing of things. His roommate books him a massage to help him relax.
While I was gone my boss had called the house a few times looking for me. I can only surmise that she somehow got my cell number wrong because there are no missed calls or messages. All she told Lynn was that she needed to see me first thing on Monday morning.
I figure it can't be a good thing, especially since she knew I was on vacation. If it was something that bad she would have tried harder to reach me on my cell. Hell, I know she knows the number, she's called me on it before. All the rest and relaxation I got on the road is gone and I'm tense all over again. Until now I hadn't realized how relaxed my mind had gotten.
With only a couple days left before I go back to work, Lynn suggests I get a massage. While I got a good mental break my body is a whole different story.
According to her, I've been treating my body like an amusement park. While we both agree that it's a good thing, I need to allow myself some time to recoup. She's got a couple friends that do house calls and books me an appointment for tomorrow.
In the mean time we spend a few hours out back in the hot tub drinking wine and listening to music. It's not the first time we've done this, but now there's a teasing knowledge between us. We've had an intimate moment and having another isn't off the table. The game is to see who makes the first move.
Deciding I've been away from my workout regiment too long, I go to the gym first thing in the morning. I'm having trouble with giving myself a rest, but since I used to be overweight and inactive I just figure I took it easy way to long.
Besides, I've still got some weight to lose and a massage on the books for later. After some cardio and weight training, I clean up and decide on some coffee. Not wanting to fall on old habits I get an espresso with very little cream and sugar, and a bowl of fresh fruit.
As I sit at a table outside, my bowl of fruit empty, I smoke a relaxing cigarette. The most unhealthy thing I do these days, but I don't do it often.
Looking in the windows of the coffee shop I watch the waitress move about inside. She's about 5'4, small breasts and a tight ass. Her green polo shirt isn't buttoned at all showing as much of her large B cups as she can. Tight blue jeans show off that nice ass as she leans over and clears off a table.
I find my mind drifting off at the possibilities, wondering if my newfound confidence could get her out of those clothes. By the time I finished my smoke my dick is half hard and I finished my drink. Even to me, with as much sex as I've had in the last week, I'm surprised my mind keeps drifting back to sex.
I know it's in old cliche that men think about sex all the time, but I didn't use to. Then again, I was married and couldn't get laid if my life depended on it. Seriously, if somebody put a gun to my head and told my wife to fuck me or they'd kill me I'd be dead now. I shrug off the thoughts and get along with my day.
Time slips by as I grocery shop, wash clothes and generally get things ready for the coming work week. Noon rolls around without my noticing and there's a knock at the door I'm not expecting. Lynn's off somewhere, I haven't a clue where, and no idea when she's getting back. Obviously it's not her at the door, it's her place and has no reason to knock.
Opening the door I find two women I'd guess are just shy of thirty. Both have dirty blonde hair, one more close to brown than blonde. They both wear black spaghetti strap shirts and denim shorts showing off athletic legs and ample cleavage.
I manage to get out, "Can I help you?" without looking like a complete idiot, but it's a stretch. They introduced themselves as Angela and Melissa. "Are you Parker?" When Lynn told me she had a couple friends that make house calls, I had no idea she'd be asking more than one to attend to me.
My first clue to who they were should've been the large black thing they carried, but I was too awestruck by their revealing clothing to notice the folding table. Good looking women have that effect on me.
While they set up in the living room I go to my room to disrobe and wrap a towel around myself. As I had at the coffee shop my mind wanders to a sexual place, but I stop it quickly. It'll be hard enough to keep my dick from getting hard without thinking about fucking them both.
Coming out with only a half boner hidden by my towel I see them waiting for me. Some interesting music is playing on a stereo they had brought, some instrumental stuff meant to calm, not stimulate. Moving to the table I see there's a hole where one shouldn't be, right about cock level if I were laying face down.
Angela, the lighter of the two blondes, explains why. "We understand that for our male clients, sometimes a massage can make some things," and I know she's holding back a laugh when she says, "grow, and it can be difficult to lay on it. The hole is in case this becomes an issue." The cover on the table was specifically designed for this purpose because it also lines the inside of the hole.
Of course my mind goes to the obvious place, having seen more than my fair share of porn, but I let it slide. They turn around as I climb on the table, and getting a good look at those lovely asses, I admit that I let my dick go into the hole. Just a look at those supple, curvy legs and tight denim covered asses makes my dick grow another inch.
With the towel draped over my ass I lay there as they go to work on me. The aroma of warm oil the scent of woodlands accompany the hands working over my muscles. With my face resting in the hole of the headrest I can't tell which one is where, but the feet I see below me are bare and pretty. It's surprising that I even think it, since I have an aversion to feet, but they look well cared for and the nails are painted red.
One set of hands are working on my shoulders and the other are on my legs. You never really notice how tense your muscles really are until someone starts working on them, bringing attention to them.
Smooth hands work expertly on my body, finding those problem areas and working them out. I hear them talking to each other, but I'm a little lost, my mind relaxing into a state of inner peace as my body is rubbed by two gorgeous women.
It doesn't take long for my cock to reach full erection, and I'm grateful for the hole. Deciding it's rude to drift off to a state of tame bliss while they converse, I listen in on their conversation. For the most part they're talking about me and how tight my body is. Telling them that I just worked out this morning doesn't explain it, not entirely.
They begin to compare my various parts to some of their other clients. Angela, who's moved to my mid back, compares me to a banker she sees every Thursday. Melissa, who's moved up to my hamstrings, says I remind her of a fire fighter she used to work when she first started. It dawns on me that they don't seem to share clients. I thought one of them might've been a trainee, but they've both been in this game for years.
"Lynn said you needed some special attention," Melissa says with a laugh, "and she wasn't kidding."
"Yeah," Angela agrees, "we've only seen one person that comes close to you, Parker." I ask who and they both say in unison, "Lynn." That explains why she sounded so sure this is what I had needed. "When she called yesterday and told us about you, we decided you need the same treatment she gets from us."
Angela moves to my lower back as Melissa finishes with my legs. They tell me that Lynn is the only client they've shared together and I'm now the second. Most people can't handle them both at the same time.
While yes, I will admit that the two of them have been amazingly knowledgeable and can read my body like an open book, I don't know if most people would be overwhelmed.
Then again, this is my first massage so who am I to judge? With Angela working my lower back I feel something else working on me. Where Angela uses oil and hands, Melissa begins to use saliva and her mouth. Underneath the table, she begins an oral massage on my cock. "Same treatment as Lynn?" I asked in surprised awe. With a full mouth, Melissa says, "Mhmm," and the vibrations on my cock make me shake.
I thought I was losing track of time before Melissa started sucking my dick, but now it has no meaning. Angela continues to work on the muscles of my lower back, finding a few knots there. There are moments where I can't tell if my gasps and groans are from my back or cock.
While hands and palms move with a practiced ease, mouth and tongue work expertly over my dick. A light graze of teeth, tongue dancing around my head sending jolts of pleasure throughout my body. For years I've heard the jokes about a happy ending massage, but I never imagined it'd feel so good that you'd forget how to interpret language.
