Tense muscles
I just turned 18 a few months early. I was a virgin and had never had a girlfriend before. I wanted to have sexual experiences, but I didn’t want to do something stupid like hire a prostitute. I wasn’t bad looking, I was just kind of a nerd. I was 1.80 m, 80 kg, with black hair and brown eyes. I had just started college and was taking fencing as an elective. I also needed her for my drama class because we were doing Hamlet in December. I was not an athletic person. I never played sports in high school unless you count theater as a sport. My muscles were tight after the first week of fencing. My neck became stiff and I had difficulty making sudden movements without pain. My instructor recommended I get a deep tissue massage to relax my tight muscles.
I went back to my dorm and looked up massage therapists in the phone book, but I didn’t have a car and none of the local therapists were within walking distance. The only thing left to do was to check out the school facilities. The school’s health center didn’t offer such services, but the secretary suggested I talk to a teacher who teaches a massage class. I went to talk to the instructor but the class was over and the teacher had already left. A few students remained afterwards talking in class. I saw a group of three older women talking, all beautiful, one of whom had a body to match her face. They were about 29 or 30 years old. I asked the sexy one about the instructor.
– Excuse me, I asked nervously, I was trying to get in touch with the instructor of this class, do you know his working hours?
– Well, she doesn’t really have working hours, she just told us that if we have any questions about the course to send her an email.
The student had a sweet voice. He was about 1.70 m, short brown to blonde hair and blue eyes. I guess she was about 60kg and a lot of it was in her bra.
– It’s too late to enroll in the course, she told me. The seats are occupied.
– Well, actually, she was recommended to me by the secretary to give me a massage. My fencing instructor told me to get a massage to relax my muscles, I said.
The girl looked at her two friends and blushed a little.
– Well, I can help you with that if you want.
– Seriously? I joked: You learn fast in the semester that just started.
– Can you come to the Vip Zone around 7?
– Yes, what is the address?
– Bulevardul Mihail Kogălniceanu, 20.
– I’ll be there.
I smiled at him. I left thinking how lucky I was. I didn’t even know her name.
At seven I went to the specified address and knocked on the door. He greeted me and I joked that I didn’t know his name. He had lit candles and there were no lights on. She still didn’t tell me her name, but I didn’t ask anymore, I didn’t want to seem pushy.
– So how much do you charge? I asked politely.
He didn’t answer that either.
– Relax, she said taking off my jacket.
– Where should I sit?
– On the mattress, she gestured towards the floor.
Around her was a mat and bottles of various oils and lotions. I lay on the mattress and looked at her for directions.
– You will have to take off your clothes. Whatever makes you comfortable and still gives me access to your muscles.
– What interested you in massage therapy? I asked starting to remove my shirt and jeans along with my shoes and socks. I was just in my boxers now.
– I admire men’s bodies. I think they are beautiful. I love being an erotic massage therapist.
– What is that? I asked.
– I want to do nude massages, she said looking at me.
– You can massage me naked if you want. I certainly won’t object.
– I would like to, but if I am naked, you will be naked, she offered.
– Of course, I said and started to take off my boxers. She stopped me.
– No, you should relax. She stepped forward to remove my boxers. He slipped his fingertips under the front belt. My cock hardened and the head touched her fingertips just before she pulled my boxers down. He looked at my cock for a second and then pulled his shirt over his head and undressed. He slowly pulled down his jeans and panties. It was empty. Don’t wear socks or a bra. Was he planning to empty this before I even got here? Her breasts looked heavy. They were the size of a grapefruit. She had perfect nipples.
– On your stomach, she said.
I turned onto my stomach and she knelt next to me. I heard her putting lotion on her hands and rubbing them to warm them. He put his hands on my back and started rubbing my muscles. He scrunched them up gently and rubbed the lotion into my back. Her hands slid over me so gracefully. I could feel my cock straining beneath me. She went down to the middle of my back. He moved back to my shoulders and the backs of my arms.
– You are very strong, she said.
It moved back to my lower back. He climbed up the back of my legs and I felt his bush against my skin! He put another dose of lotion in my ass. Unintentionally, I moaned softly. She slid down my legs. I could feel his sex sliding over the back of my legs as he moved down. He sat to the side so he wouldn’t hurt my knees. I felt his hands massaging the backs of my thighs. Her fingertips came within inches of my testicles. I was so hot. She got down on both my legs and then told me to turn around. I turned around and saw her again. She looked at me gently. With a smile that asked, “Do you like this?”
– Your upper body is so tense. He told me pec work lotion.
– Swords get heavy after half an hour of fencing.
– I imagine, she said as she gently worked my biceps.
He massaged the muscles on my sides. On my belly. Then she looked at my cock, of course, then at me and smiled. He massaged the front of my legs. Her eyes kept returning to my cock.
She picked up a bottle of oil and poured a small amount into her hand. He looked into my eyes grinning and wrapped his fingers around my shaft.
– Relax, she said.
He put a towel on my stomach. Her soft hands slid up and down from head to base slowly.
– This is part of the erotic massage. They all do that. We, erotic massage therapists, need to relieve your body of stress. Can’t send you home with that in your pants now, can I? she said grinning.
I looked at her breasts and then at her grinning face. Her hands worked my cock so lightly and slowly. It was so seductive. I was getting close to orgasm.
– You look like you’re about to finish, she said teasing me.
He started stroking faster. The oil made his hand slide perfectly over my cock. I bit my lower lip and my body jerked. He pointed my cock at the towel and let me shoot load after load.
She moved the towel and wiped her hands.
“That should help you relax a bit,” she said blushing. If fencing does that to you again, turn around.
