Ashley’s Travel Masseuse

The cold, windy air took Ashley's breath away as she grimaced and walked to her red Honda Accord. Opening the trunk and placing her rolling suitcase flat into the empty space, she shivered, closed the trunk and got into the driver's seat. She pushed the engine start button and sat, half asleep, waiting for the cabin air to warm up before driving out of her neighborhood and down the street. It was 4:30 am and she was headed on her bi weekly trip from Detroit to Kansas City. This was one of the many additional "perks" she had inherited when being promoted to Senior Director of her data firm. The pay was great, but spending 3 days every other week away from her apartment was not something she was ever going to adjust to.

Sitting in her assigned seat, Ashley sipped some water and flipped through her phone, patiently waiting for take off as she watched the rest of the seats fill up around her. As she scrolled through her work email, then instagram, she noticed someone taking the seat next to her and politely smiled without really looking up. The man sat next to her in a white buttoned shirt, his coat folded over his arm and got situated next to her while he too began to scroll through his phone. Eventually the captain could be heard overhead and they set off into the morning sky.

The feeling of a warm, strong hand on her thigh felt exquisite. She had been dating a guy earlier that year but between her traveling and his video game addiction, it just didn't work out. It had been months since she felt fingertips on her body, so the feeling of his as they found their way up under her skirt was phenomenal. She sat in the seat, unbuckled, underneath the blanket provided by the stewardess just waiting for her new friend to continue exploring her body. As his hands worked their way up and down her left thigh she found herself sliding down the seat some and parting her thighs, just anticipating his hands would slide further up. He didn't kiss her, or even really say much, but all she needed was his touch. As she continued to part her legs, encouraging the stranger to explore further, he took the cue and allowed his hand to slide up Ashley's inner thigh. It wasn't long before she felt the lace trim of her panties being pushed aside and the smooth strokes of two large fingers replacing the fabric over her incredibly aroused lips. Within seconds his two fingers had spread them apart slightly as his middle finger slid up and down, feeling her wetness and with each slow curl upward just gently teasing her clit making her breathe heavier under the blanket. He continued this slow, agonizing teasing for what seemed like hours, but in reality it was less than 3 minutes before she felt her body start to tighten and convulse. His slow, deliberate finger placement had become faster and with more precise circles around and over her now swollen clit as she felt her hips and thighs start to tingle and spasm. His left hand covered her mouth as she began to orgasm, his fingers continued to push her body over the edge as she rode the wave of bliss and struggled to stay silent even with his muffling of her breath. Having been so long since her last boyfriend made her body feel like that she was immediately craving more.

She snapped up to attention as the plane bounced and shifted, adjusting from her nap. Her body felt warm and she looked down to see the blanket wrapped over her, surely the flight attendant must have put it over her after she fell asleep? The plane was landing already? Remembering the dream vividly she turned a wild shade of red as she tried not to make eye contact with the man next to her, after all she never even saw what he looked like! It must have been way too long if she was having dreams like that about a completely random stranger. She started to take her blanket off and noticed that her skirt was a little disheveled and her panties had definitely shifted underneath her skirt. Not sure what to think, she fixed her clothing and wasted no time getting off the plane, hurrying to catch an Uber to the office and trying desperately to forget about the hand that she had been dreaming about. Yes it was definitely a dream, she thought and greeted the driver as he took off in the busy city.

That day was an absolute whirlwind, with back to back meetings and the usual half hour to cram a salad down while attempting to multi task. When 6:00 rolled around, Ashley grabbed her coat and suitcase and said her goodbyes for the evening. A few coworkers were headed to get dinner and drinks but she could barely keep her eyes open. The corporate office was massive and had plenty of perks, but all she could think of was her large hotel bed waiting for her, so after another Uber ride that is exactly where she found herself.

Now Ashley was used to this travel schedule after having been part of it for months, but every week that first day was atrocious. The hotel staff knew her well, and they had her room service order scheduled without her having to make a single call. There was a knock on the door and Ashley allowed the gentleman inside with her tray of grilled chicken salad, pita and hummus, and a couple of glasses of red wine. With the tv on to some lighthearted sitcom, she ate her dinner and enjoyed her first glass of wine, and changed from her business clothes to her nightgown before slipping into bed as she sipped her second glass and faded off to sleep.

When she heard the next knock on the door, she was more annoyed than startled. She never ordered anything more than the same meal every night, and certainly didn't need room service already after only being in the room for a couple of hours. Knowing the staff did an exceptional job for her every week, she managed to stifle her annoyance long enough to open the door and look up at a large man with an even larger smile.

"Hello Miss Smith, how are you this evening?"

He was wearing the hotel staff clothing, and seemed friendly but she still had no idea what was going on and kept the door between him and her. "I am doing just fine, I was actually asleep." She stated matter of factly, hoping he would take the hint.

"My apologies, the manager insisted that I make a stop at your room this evening, compliments of the hotel." He looked at her with dark, piercing eyes as he spoke, never breaking eye contact.

She got an odd feeling like she knew him or had met him before as she stared into his eyes, but couldn't confirm as she continued to try to push him away politely.

"I appreciate the hospitality but like I said, I was asleep already and don't need any... wait what is it you are doing here exactly?"

"Ma'am my name is Louis and I am the hotel masseuse. Like I said I was told to come here for a complimentary hour massage, but I can come back another time if you prefer?"

Ashley had never been told there was a hotel masseuse, and certainly was never given anything for free despite the kindness and exceptional service she normally received. But after the day she had and in her extremely sleepy state, she figured it wouldn't hurt to help relieve her tightness from traveling. "Um, sure I guess, come on in?"

He walked casually through the doorway as she closed the door and asked why he didn't have anything with him like a table or oils?

"They are actually already here." He stated as he walked toward her vanity and reached down into the cabinets pulling out two bottles and a large towel. He then walked over to the back of the room by the bed and pressed a button on the wall that she hadn't ever thought to press. A low humming sound started up as she looked around the room trying to identify where it came from as Louis placed his hands on her shoulders and very gently pushed her back a few feet, pointing up at the ceiling. Ashley looked up confused as a 6 ft by 3 ft platform slowly lowered into the middle of the room.

"What the hell is that?!" She exclaimed watching it lower where she was just standing.

"That, Miss Smith, is the massage table. Now if you'll make yourself comfortable lying flat on your stomach I can get started." He said matter of factly as he tossed her the towel and turned away, facing the door.

'What the hell is going on?' Ashley though to herself as she was too confused to say no or stop she found herself looking around the room for more crazy contraptions or secret buttons, but almost mindlessly removed her nightgown and climbed up to lay flat as instructed. She pulled the towel lengthwise over her back so that it covered her neck to her calves. "Ok, I'm ready"

As he walked over to her, she felt his hands on her head and suddenly there was a slightly constraining feeling on her temple before everything went dark. In a slight panic she started to lift her head up and felt his hands pinning her down firmly but not painfully.

"We have found it is much more relaxing if you wear these blindfolds. Also the towels meant to be more like this." He said very sternly as she felt the towel rotate to where it was certainly barely covering her ass and mostly just her back. Before she could comprehend everything going on and argue about him moving the towel she felt a pair of large strong hands on her right calf. His thumbs slowly working the tension out of her calf muscle as she felt his oiled hard sliding upward then back down between the back of her knee and ankle. As she closed her eyes under the blindfold, feeling the hands switch to her other calf, and then alternating between her strained feet, she forgot that she was irritated with the unexpected visit and just allowed his hands to continue working their magic.

Ashley could not get over the strength of his hands as they kneaded into her tight muscles, feeling them unlocking every knot along the way. After he had finished with her feet and calves, he had massaged the backs of her thighs which helped to relieve all of the tightness in her hamstring. The warm oil left her legs a shimmering in what little light there was in the room, and without adjusting the towel his hands moved up to her lower back. She felt his thumbs sliding simultaneously down along her spine, pushing downward as his hands worked upward toward her shoulders. She couldn't see anything and he hadn't said a single word so judging by his hands she could only guess he was standing in front of her, probably bending forward enough to reach her lower back and moving up to her shoulders and neck. When his hands stopped, she felt amazingly calm but very unsure of what to do next.

"So, um, Louis, right? Does that mean we are done?"

She heard him clear his throat and a hand was placed firmly on her thigh, his long fingers wrapped downward inside of her leg just inches from where she had dreamt the hand to be earlier in the day.

"That depends Ashley. The areas of your body that needed the most attention are taken care of for now. If you want me to stay an extra hour, I can, but I will warn you now that you will have a very hard time sleeping afterwards. Also there are some very strict rules that would have to be applied."

There was almost a flirtatious tone in his voice, and he was very explicit when he said 'strict rules' so she was not sure what that all meant but nevertheless very interested in another hour of what she had just experienced, she mumbled to her masseuse, "yes please".

Suddenly she felt the towel that had been cover her ass and lower back slide off, leaving her in just the panties she had chosen to leave on under her nightgown. "Woah, is that really necessary?" She started to turn over to cover herself and reach for the towel that had been removed but his strong hands gripped her hips and pinned her down.

"The timer has been started, you will not move unless you are told" he said in a very stern voice, and she felt both hands on her glutes, squeezing and massaging them as she audibly gasped at his direction. His one hand continued to massage her left glute while his right hand slipped down between her thighs and cupped the very top of her inner thigh as she felt him pushing her right leg apart from her left until her feet were on either side of the makeshift table.

Ashley had never felt so vulnerable but didn't know what to do, he was being firm but gentle and it felt incredible to have his hands on her body, what could one more hour hurt?

With her legs spread his hands continued to work over her ass and thighs, occasionally slipping between them and very purposefully grazing the thin fabric covering her extremely aroused pussy. There was no mistaking his intentions as he continued to take his time on her body, and when she heard the sound of a click and soft humming from what could only be a vibrator, she smiled to herself.

"Does the hotel provide those kinds of tools, or do you have to supply your own?" She asked rather smug and got no response. Instead she felt his hands wrap around her hips and lift them off the table until her knees were supporting her underneath, and her head rested on the cushion provided. The humming grew louder as one hand slid down her arching back and she felt a buzzing, very slippery plastic being pressed against her thigh. He took his time tracing her thighs and continuing to tease her with the "personal massager" that he had brought out, and before long she felt his hands sliding her panties off, with her ass still up in the air, and she sighed in relief knowing she was about to get a much needed 30 minutes of relaxation.

Within seconds Ashley's hips were rocking back toward the toy, each time it teased her lips and found its way to her clit she moaned and confirmed she wanted more. Having completely lost track of time, all that she cared about was his hands and that toy and how they were going to finish the evening for her. It had been a while since he spoke a word so when he suddenly stopped and spoke to her she almost jumped off the table.

"Turn over, flat on your back, keep your legs spread."

Despite her multiple experiences with men, she had never had a man so definitively tell her what to do with her body. Part of her was shocked, part of her was insulted and wanted to argue to show him who was in charge, but she said nothing and felt her body flipping over immediately obeying his command. His hands moved from her thighs and pussy to her shoulders as she felt her body being pulled to the edge of the table. His hands slid down her chest and each hand cupped one of her breasts, his palms and thumbs taking extra time as they slipped over her stiffened nipples. She could still hear the buzzing of the toy but didn't know where since she couldn't feel it, but she wanted nothing more than to feel that back on her clit. Before long she got her wish and immediately moaned as one of his hands continued to massage and cup her breast, pinching her nipple lightly before changing to the other breast.

Her legs spread further as she moaned, her mouth parting open knowing it wouldn't take much to send her over the edge. But as soon as she felt the toy she felt it being taken away. Both of his hands removed themselves from her body and she could hear only her deep wanting breaths in the room. Suddenly with no warning at all, the toy was placed back onto her clit sending her into a spasm as she loudly moaned, her legs stiffening and her body shaking. As soon as her mouth opened she felt a thick, warm finger slipping between her lips and over her tongue. She didn't think twice but immediately closed her lips around it and sucked, flicking her tongue over the tip of his finger which slid out slowly. She left her mouth open, waiting for him to do it again, to show her he was in control with the toy, and he did. But this time she felt something much thicker sliding between her open lips and gasped as the toy pressed harder into her swollen clit. Without hesitation she opened her mouth wider, encouraging him to push his thick throbbing member deeper along her tongue, feeling like if she showed him how good her lips and tongue were, he would focus even harder on her.

Ashley thrust her neck back and up each time he pushed his hips forward and worked her tongue in rhythm with her sucking, feeling his shaft slide deeper and deeper down her throat. Every time his head reached the deepest point, he would moan lightly and his left hand pinched down on her nipple, sending a little shock to her body while the toy would just brush over her clit. Before long she felt his cock start to throb and pulse inside her mouth, as he pulled it quickly out of her and stroked himself to completion. She could hear his hand taking over where her lips and tongue had just been and she smiled knowing how hard she a made him. As she spread her legs wider knowing he would return the favor for her having done such an amazing job with her mouth, she heard an alarm going off.