My experience as a masseuse
When I was in college, I—like many students—didn’t have enough money. In order to earn some money so that I could continue my very active social life, I started looking for a job. My luck—or I choose to believe the Universe—is that I came across an ad posted in one of those free newsletters I picked up at the health food store.
“Masseuse Wanted,” the ad said. “Great money, flexible schedule.”
The Vip Zone manager sounded lovely and warm on the phone and I was delighted when he invited me in for an interview the next day.
The interview went well and the manager and I bonded over our shared love of dogs. He said he liked my easygoing personality and positive energy.
He asked if I had a degree. I told her no, but I loved giving massages to my friends and I was confident I could do it.
He said if I really wanted the job then I could start by working the front desk while taking massage classes in the evenings. He told me I was exactly the kind of person they were looking for. Young, sexy and enthusiastic.
I have to admit the “you’re hot” remark made me think a little. I was not naive and knew that there were professional massage parlors and that there were other massage parlors. Those places really didn’t bother me as long as it was a safe environment and I didn’t feel threatened. And the Vip Zone lounge was very clean and looked very professional and the staff consisted of only women and they were very attractive.
After a few weeks of working at the front desk and taking classes in the evenings, it was time for my first massage. One of the therapists hadn’t come to work because she was feeling sick, so we were missing one person.
The customer was a good-looking, well-dressed and polite middle-aged man. It was clear he was a loyal customer because he knew the girls’ names. I used medium pressure as instructed and applied the techniques I had learned in class. Everything went exactly as it should during my first massage.
When I told him it was time to come back, it became very apparent that he enjoyed my treatment. He had an erection the size of the Eiffel Tower. Neither of us said a word about it and I continued my treatment.
Just as I was about to finish, he slid off the sheet, exposing his enormous erection.
– Will you finish me, please? he asked.
He wasn’t unpleasant or aggressive in any way, and being a regular, I got the feeling that this was his usual treatment.
I didn’t want to cause a scene or embarrass him, so after hesitating for a moment, I just thought, “Oh, what the hell.” And he was a handsome man—nothing creepy about him.
After he finished, I toweled him off, then helped him get dressed. He thanked me, then left. Not knowing what else to do, I cleaned the room and prepared it for the next customer.
I meet the customer in the lobby when he was paying. He smiled and told the receptionist that he really liked the “new girl” and that I was a great therapist. She even said it was one of the best erotic massages she’s ever had.
When he left, he gave me a tip of 50 lei. When I realized that my hourly pay far exceeded any previous job, I knew I wanted to keep doing this for a while.
When I returned to the salon, the other girls were smiling and asking me how my client was, without a hint of a look or suggestion that anything other than a massage had happened. I smiled and said I think we both liked it. And he left me a tip of 50 lei! They each looked at each other with a smile that suggested they knew what had happened.
At first I wondered if this man had just taken advantage of the fact that I was nine. But I realized that I was not obliged to do anything and it had been my choice. Since then I have been providing pleasure and for me this is one of the best things you can do.
After the manager received my wonderful review from the loyal customer, he told me that I could work as a masseuse as long as I continued my training. I enthusiastically agreed, already imagining how much money I could make.
I enjoyed giving erotic massage to these men. Most sessions were just regular treatments. But as time went on, I began to understand that some of my clients might be interested in more than just a massage. I gently massage these guys’ bottoms, giving them an erotic massage. As I massaged their inner thighs, I moved my hands up the inside of my legs as much as I could. If they moaned or lifted their hips, I would accidentally rub against their testicles or even harden their penis.
These men, like my first client, were getting very horny and I gave each of them everything they wanted. Everyone was respectful, polite and left me good tips. And they all gave me great reviews.
Finally, there was a guy who was hot as hell! His beautiful blue eyes made me melt and as the session went on, I got the flustered one. I did my usual trick of rubbing her inner thigh and she obviously really enjoyed it.
When he turned on his back, his erection could be seen through the thin sheet. I sat behind him and reached out to massage his chest. I then lowered my hands to this hard abdomen.
I slid my hands down the top of his sheet, far enough that I could feel his upper pubic hairline. I saw his cock twitch, becoming even more erect than it already was. I knew he wanted this so I helped him finish it.
I worked at Vip Zone for two years. She never asked about my classes again, and being the busy student who enjoyed her night life, I chose partying over massage classes and didn’t finish my classes.
I enjoyed working as a masseuse. I think it helped me become the pleasure giver and pleasure seeker I am today. I was not traumatized by what happened. I happily accepted the great pay I was offered at the end of each shift and loved coming home to my college friends who loved hearing about my daily adventures.
And who knows, maybe one day I’ll finish the massage classes.
- An unexpected happy ending – my first erotic massage
When I was 18, I went to Bucharest for a three-week course. I stayed about five minutes’ walk from the school where the classes were held, in an apartment with some roommates who were also in the same program. But I rarely saw them; they were probably partying constantly. I don’t know how it is now, but at that time Bucharest was developing at an incredibly fast pace – just like the rest of the city, the nightlife was vibrant and constantly evolving.
On my way to school every day, I passed a massage parlor called Vip Zone. At one point, after a long day of classes and studying, I decided to go get a massage. I had never received a massage in my life, but Bucharest was a place of many firsts for me. I wanted to try as much as I could while I was away from my parents for the first time in my life.
I was used to masturbating every day, even twice a day, but this time, since I was particularly tired, I wanted to relax. The vibe changed when I entered the dimly lit reception area of the massage parlor. Since this was the first time for me, a bit of adrenaline started to flow through me. I felt agitated but at ease.
The reception at the massage parlor was luxurious but small. A nice girl greeted me and asked what type of service I wanted. I chose the most popular service, not really knowing what it entailed, and sat down on the plush velvet chairs of the waiting room.
After about five minutes, a young woman in her 20s came to see me. She was very pretty. She was about 160 cm and had wonderful curves. The most surprising part was that she had at least C-cup breasts and they were delightful. Of course, I didn’t really think about it at the time because he wasn’t used to judging women’s looks.
She welcomed me and led me upstairs to a private room that was decorated in a feng shui style. A scent of jasmine wafted into the room from a small essential oil diffuser in the corner.
– Come take off your clothes and put on your massage panties.
I asked her to repeat again slowly. Through hand gestures and some puzzles, I realized that she wanted me to take off my clothes and put on massage underwear, which was a white disposable garment made of very light fabric. Since I had never received a massage, I had no idea it was anything out of the ordinary.
I waited for him to leave but he didn’t move.
– I don’t mind, you’re just changing your clothes here.
She gave me a shy smile, then turned her back. Of course, being an 18-year-old boy with raging testosterone, this was already stimulating to me, and I felt the blood rush to my cock. Embarrassed, I changed my clothes and lay face down on the massage table, tucking my soft but growing cock beneath me. Fortunately, I thought, it was still hidden by the massage underwear. She asked if I was ready to start and I said yes.
She brought out a table full of different massage oils and lotions. When she started applying the first lotion, I started to relax.
– How old are you? she asked.
He had a soft and pleasant voice. I answered that I am 20 years old. She seemed surprised that I was so young, but it seemed to me that her interest was piqued.
– Do you like your job? I asked.
By then, I had relaxed and my penis was soft. She replied that she really likes her job. I got to know her a little. She had come from a small town in Romania. He liked Bucharest and lived in a small apartment. As we spoke, her hands migrated from my neck, to my upper back, and finished on my lower back. It was a great massage, especially with the velvety massage oil. From the first time he used it, I felt like I was floating.
Finally he finished with his back and started working on my legs. It started with the legs, which felt a little weird, but nice nonetheless. As he moved from my calves to my thighs, our conversation stopped. Her hands smoothed the hairs on my thighs and kneaded my muscles. An electrifying sensation ran through my entire body. I felt the blood rush back into my cock. My face turned red and I didn’t know what to do.
She felt my arousal and started touching my thighs passionately. Just when I thought she was going to stop, her hands migrated even higher – to her buttocks. Her hand slipped under the massage underwear and began kneading my still tense gluteal muscles.
At this point, I started to get agitated. But it began to occur to me that something was different – maybe, just maybe, there was a chance that this massage parlor offered another service. This thought turned me on even more and my cock strained to be released from the weight of my body. But at the time I still thought it was unlikely, so I was torn between shame and lust.
As she massaged my ass, her hand touched the tip of my erect cock. Her hand stopped for a second, then began to massage my ass more vigorously. As she completed a circle on my ass, there was a small chance that she would touch my cock again. I had no idea what to believe. I couldn’t believe what was happening and tried to convince myself that it wasn’t intentional. In my mind, it was still plausible that she was unaware of the gesture.
– Can you come back?
I could tell by her hand gestures that she was asking me to turn on my back, which would mean I could no longer hide my erection. I decided to risk it. If I had mistaken her intention, then I would have been ashamed. But after all, I thought, it wasn’t my fault that a hot girl massaging my ass turned me on. So I decided to see how he would react.
Lying on his back, the erection in his underwear was obvious. But aside from a slight smile, she pretended nothing was wrong. I wondered if that was her strategy: to lure the customer in, then leave him at that and walk away. But as she massaged my bust and nipples, I realized she might be willing to help me in a more naughty way.
She went down to my abdomen. At this point, I was breathing heavily and full of desire. But being 18 years old, I still did not dare to approach the subject. She was clearly pleased with my erection and her movements became more passionate. Finally, it came down to the underwear. With her hands on top of the underwear, she massaged me, soaking the underwear in massage oil. The white material was so thin that it quickly became translucent and he could see the outline of my penis.
I’m pretty well endowed and it was obvious he wasn’t used to seeing big cocks. Besides, my strong erection was probably a welcome change from the old men Giullia was used to meeting. Finally, he couldn’t help it anymore.
– Wow, your penis is huge!
At first I thought I didn’t hear right. Eventually it became clear that this was turning into something more and I worked up the courage to put my hand on hers. Her face flushed and she gave me a cute wink.
– Do you want me to massage here?
She pointed to my throbbing cock under the soaked underwear. I nodded vigorously. E smiled shyly. Then, after a moment’s pause, he ran his hands along my waist and slowly removed my underwear.
My cock jumped up, finally released, and her mouth contorted in surprise at the full glory of my package. She removed her top, releasing her equally impressive breasts into the air. Her nipples were small and cute and I got even more excited. She took some more massage oil to rub her hands. Pointing to her chest, she asked me to touch it while she worked on me. I happily obeyed. Her hands guided themselves up and down expertly, teasing the head of my cock each time.
I felt her heartbeat quicken under her supple breasts, and my heart beat even faster. My penis hardened into what must have been one of the most impressive erections of my life. As he deftly moved from shaft to head, one finger teasing my testicles, shivers ran through my body. It was a powerful, electric sensation that I had never felt before. After all, I had only had sex once, and my own masturbation was no match for her expert technique.
I wanted to savor the moment forever: her soft, oiled hands rubbing my cock and testicles. But at 18, I couldn’t control myself and I started to feel a wave swelling in my sacred region. I was filled with a carnal lust that I had never felt before in my life. I wanted to take it there and put it right on the table and ignore the ethics, safety or legal risks. She was just as absorbed since she knew they were having a special moment. It was as if he had never had a client so young and full of sensual energy.
Unfortunately, I was young and my appetite was uncontrollable. As the veins swelled on my erect penis and my cock swelled even more, I couldn’t stop the tide. A wave of hot cum shot out of my cock and sprayed all over my body. The prodigious amount of white sperm made her smile even more, and this time she couldn’t hide her delight. But it’s over. She gently helped me clean myself and directed me to the shower in the massage parlor. I thanked him, paid and left. However, I will never forget the half-mad, passionate look in her eyes when we parted.
I can never know if he really liked me as much as I thought, but at the end of the session he asked for my contact information and later tried to ask me out on a date. Of course, as these things go, I never got to see her again. And when I tried to replicate the experience in other erotic massage parlors, it was never the same. But the scent of jasmine, the curves of her body and her soft, oily hands rubbing against my angry cock will always remain in my memory.
