We met in the parking lot of the corner drugstore. She had answered my craigslist ad for an erotic massage. I told her I would show her ID and that she could always decide to leave. The young, slender, dark hair girl walking towards me had me wondering. She looked so young, she was very pretty.
I nodded to her and she got into my vehicle. I asked her "everything seem ok? Are you ok going with me?"
She said yes and I pulled out of the parking lot, heading towards the back gate of my resort community.
As we drove I asked her if she was at least eighteen. She smiled and said; yes she was well over eighteen. That she looked so young because she was half Asian. She told me her husband had suggested she come for the massage. I responded that she could give him some pointers afterwards if she wanted to. The comment about a husband struck me as odd.
As we pulled into my garage I was happily excited. This young woman knew what I was offering, since I had posted a detailed description of the massage.
She knew that it would be undraped, total body and that it would include anal sphincter, vaginal and clitoral massage. She knew that I would be massaging every inch of her body from head to toe. Even down to individual fingers and toes.
I was looking forward to this more than I usually do because she was so much more attractive than most of my clients. Not that I haven't had some nice ones.
I ushered her into the bedroom. Told her she could use the bathroom and undress in there. We'd be doing the massage on the bed.
I turned and looked out the window so as to not appear too eager. I was much older than this young lady and was being careful not to creep her out. I am an attractive guy, even to some younger women, but demeanor can mean a lot.
As the door to the bathroom opened I slowly turned. She came into the bedroom wearing only bra and panties. I was struck at the perfection of her figure. Swell of breasts tapering to a slender waist with flat stomach. Then a gentle flair of her hips. No tattoos to mar her beauty, just a small stud piercing in her belly button. She looked at me and said "Do you massage me like this?"
I replied "No, you really should take those off, but only if you're comfortable enough." She quickly shed the bra and panties.
I indicated how she should lie on the bed and watched her as she lay face down. It was hard not to sigh at the exquisite vision before me. She was perfection. Her small perfectly proportioned breasts with puffy nipples. Her neatly trimmed pubic hair just above lovely swollen labia major.
I began with a light touch around her shoulders. I proceeded a little deeper and felt her relax as I massaged her shoulders and then arms. I massaged her hands, taking them in mine in an intimate gesture, but still kept moving with the massage rhythm.
It was a real exercise in self-control, since my primal desire was to be inside this perfect creature ejaculating my essence deep into her. That of course wasn't going to happen.
Now I was moving down her back, taking my time, feeling the muscles soften and relax as I pressed and rubbed. I was approaching her buttocks. Lord I thought to myself, you are indeed the greatest artist.
I massaged her buttocks and moved down her legs. I massaged her thighs and moved them outward, so a little more of her was exposed. I went down to her feet, massaging, touching. Rubbing between each toe, massaging each toe. I rubbed up on her legs, encouraging circulation towards her core.
