Hot stone massage
I had just put the lawnmower away when my cell phone rang. I looked at the caller ID.
– Hello dear, I answered.
My wife was on her way home from visiting relatives. She had been gone for over a week and I really missed her.
– Are you close to home?
– No, I’m sorry, she said. I left late. I’ll be home in about two hours.
– That’s ok.
I was really disappointed, but I didn’t want to make her feel bad. I was hoping for a little fun in the afternoon, but that could wait for the evening.
– I still have some work to do. So see you when you get home and we can go out for dinner.
– Actually, she replied, I know you had a very stressful week at work, so I called and made an appointment for a massage. I want you nice and relaxed this weekend.
– That’s great!
– They had a last minute cancellation, so your appointment is in 45 minutes. Get in the shower and go up there, she suggested. Oh and don’t forget to shave. All day I’ve been thinking about licking your testicles.
That was all the encouragement I needed. I took a quick shower, shaved and drove to our favorite masseuse. She is a little woman named Peach. She has the strongest hands and gives the most amazing massage. After our first few sessions, I felt comfortable enough with her to tease her about her name being “Peach” and that she does massages. She is completely professional, but admitted that she often gets men who call thinking she is an escort instead of a therapeutic masseuse.
When I arrived, Peach was in the reception area.
– I’m sorry, she explained. I slipped and dislocated my hand. I have a new girl working for me. She is not as experienced so we have upgraded your massage to a Japanese stone massage at no extra charge. Your wife said you wanted to try one.
– Her name is Cherry? I joked.
She just rolled her eyes.
Peach led me back to the private room and explained that the stone massage would begin with me lying on my stomach. She also explained that after I was on my back, a warm, wet towel would be wrapped around my face, like when I was getting a facial. Of course, I’ve never had a facial, but it sounded relaxing.
He left the room for me to undress and sit on the table. He dimmed the lights and turned on some soft Japanese music.
I lay down on the table and spread the small towel over my buttocks. I was almost asleep when the masseuse came in. She didn’t say anything.
He started at my neck and slowly, gently stroked his fingertips on my shoulders, back and then legs, skipping over the part covered by my towel. All I could see of her were her legs. She wore sandals, her feet were small and her toenails were perfectly manicured. They reminded me of my wife’s tiny feet, except the masseuse wore a dainty ring on one toe and a silver bracelet around one ankle.
Her firm hands then began massaging my shoulders. He had put oil on his hands and they were soft and warm on my skin. Her touch was firm and deep. I felt the tension begin to ease. He was sitting at the head of the massage table, reaching over me to rub my back. I smelled the soft floral scent of her skin. She massaged and kneaded every muscle in his back until they were relaxed and soft.
I normally focus on each muscle as it is massaged. It seems to me that it intensifies the effect of the massage. But my mind continued to fly upon my wife’s return home. I knew she would be tired from the road and decided I should make her a bubble bath when she got home. I was excited because she had been away for a week and I began to imagine the bubbles clinging to her firm and full breasts; pink nipples sticking out of the foam. I remembered a previous bath, when I had lathered a shower mitt and massaged the bubbles all over her body. I had her sit in the tub while I rubbed the soft side of the glove over her breasts, her legs, her bottom. I had teased her by avoiding the area between her legs. Then I turned the glove over and used the loofah part. Her nipples were hard and erect as I touched the rough material over them. She had sighed as I took one in my mouth and sucked hard…
I was brought back to reality when the masseuse stepped away from the table. I realized that my penis had hardened beneath me. I decided I’d better focus on the massage so I wouldn’t embarrass myself when it was time to go back. When she started massaging again, I felt that she was holding a hot, oiled stone in each hand. He rubbed the muscles of my back and shoulders again; this time using the massage stone. She used long, deep strokes over my muscles. I was so relaxed I thought I was going to slide off the table.
He moved away again and when he returned he placed small hot stones in two rows along the spine. She placed a large stone in my lower back. She placed stones over my shoulder muscles and then massaged each arm.
When my wife gives me a massage and starts on my arms, I usually manage to slip my hand between her legs. Most of the time they don’t wear underwear and run a finger along her wet pussy lips. I have to stop thinking about those things! I remembered.
She held one of my hands between hers and massaged my palm with her thumbs. I felt her lean down and like she kissed my palm and then put a stone in my palm and wrapped my fingers around it.
I was still trying to figure out what technique he was using to make it feel like a kiss when he moved to the other arm and hand. She repeated the procedure and again it felt like a kiss on my palm. It sent shivers down my spine and I thought I’d like to try it on my wife at home. I should ask after the massage. I was too relaxed to ask now.
The masseuse then moved to my legs. He had put massage oil in his hands and rubbed the bottom of my leg firmly with his thumbs, the rest of his hand wrapped around my leg. I know almost everyone likes to have their feet rubbed, but my wife hates feet and hardly ever massages mine. I savored each firm stroke as she kneaded my leg and then moved on to the next. When she was done with each leg, she placed a stone in the arch of my foot and wrapped a towel around it to hold it in place.
Following my legs, her strong hands slid down the back of my left calf. Her fingers kneaded the muscle that was very tight from yard work. She massaged and worked the muscle until it began to loosen and relax. She gently stroked her fingertips up and down my calves, lightly scratching my skin with her nails. Another shiver went through me and I thought I heard her chuckle softly.
It moved to the area behind my knee and then up my thigh. She started by wrapping both hands around the back of my thigh and pushing them up towards my buttocks. Her fingertips barely touched the bottom of my bottom under the towel. He pulled his hands back to his thighs and repeated the motion over and over. The thigh muscle relaxed and loosened under her massage. The towel seemed to be pushed higher each time it came to the top of my foot. I’m not that modest so I figured if it didn’t bother her I wouldn’t worry about it.
She then moved her hands to grip my thigh from the side so that her fingers were positioned along the inside of my leg. This is one of my favorite parts because the inner thigh muscle is always so tight. She massaged the inner muscle with her fingertips, starting at the knee and working her way up. When he was almost at the top, he made his way back down. She massaged again and her fingers reached higher up my leg. He accidentally touched my testicles with the edge of his finger. I flinched a little in surprise. She didn’t seem to notice, but continued back down the leg. The next time she moved my leg up, her finger brushed against my testicles again. He stopped and paid more attention to the muscles in his inner thigh. Her little finger continued to rub against my testicles, in perfect rhythm with the movement of her hands. I could feel my testicles tightening and blood rushing to my penis.
She moved back down my leg and then stroked her fingers up and down the back of my thigh, scratching me again with her nails. He rubbed a hot stone covered in oil on the back of my leg. When he reached the top he moved it inside my thigh and rubbed the length of my leg. She repeated this several times, but did not touch my testicles, which confirmed to me that the previous touches had been accidental and unnoticed by her. He placed some hot stones along the back of my leg.
The massage continued with my right calf being treated the same as my left. I tried to reposition myself slightly without her noticing. I spread my legs a little. Her strong hands wrapped around my thigh and moved their way up. He definitely touched my testicles on purpose this time! There was no doubt. It only took me a split second to decide not to say anything. Hey, why not enjoy a little extra attention!
I eagerly awaited her fingers along the inside of my leg. They massaged and worked the muscles and again at the top of my leg, her fingers caressed my testicles. This time I felt he lingered on top and caressed my testicles more than he massaged my leg.
When it came time for the stone, I wondered what would happen. Imagine my surprise when he slid the rock down my inner thigh and then moved it over my testicles. He gently massaged the back of my testicles with the warm oiled stone.
Soon she was placing stones again along the back of my leg. She gently covered my whole body with a sheet. She moved away from the table and then moved back to the head of the table. Her fingers ran through my hair and massaged my scalp.
Not only did it feel great, but it gave me time to try and get control of my anger.
He moved around the table, sliding his hands under the sheet until he removed all the stones. Then he lifted the sheet for me to turn over. I turned and tried to catch a glimpse of her, but the sheet shielded her from me and me from her. When I was on my back and repositioned the towel over my groin, I closed my eyes.
A warm wet towel was wrapped around my face, covering everything but my nose and mouth so I could breathe. By then I felt like my breathing and penis were safely back to normal.
I felt myself falling asleep as she massaged my chest. I woke up when she started on my tiptoes. Warm stones were placed on my shoulders and chest. She was kneading just above my knees, one of my favorite places to massage.
He wrapped both hands around my left thigh and massaged. The fingers of her right hand were on my inner thigh, working their magic. I held my breath as she moved closer and closer to my testicles. At the top of my foot, she ran her fingers over my testicles.
I could feel my cock harden and when he finished with both legs I knew he could see under the towel but I didn’t care. The massage was over and I was enjoying the fingers of this unknown woman caressing my testicles. I couldn’t wait to get home to my wife.
He came back and dimmed the lights until they were almost out and I could hear him putting more oil on his hands. I was a little surprised because I thought the massage was over. What muscle is left?
I quickly found out when she slipped her hands under the towel and firmly gripped my cock in both hands. I half-heartedly reached out to stop it. This was a dream come true but I love my wife and I knew this would break her heart if she found out. He pushed my hands away, also pushing the towel away from my groin, allowing him full access and view. He slid his soft oiled fists up and down the hard shaft. Her fingers danced over my cock. Her fingertips were circling over the head and the sides of the shaft. She pumped my cock hard with her hands. Then I felt his tongue flicker over the head of my cock, licking up the drops of semen. She swallowed my cock in her mouth. I removed the towel from my face and stood up.
It was so dark that I could only see a shadow. But I would recognize that body anywhere. I smiled and laid back on the table to enjoy myself.
My wife continued to greedily suck my cock. He caressed my testicles with his fingers. Up and down her mouth moved and her tongue swirled around my cock. She paused, holding only my cock in her mouth. She increased her suction and pulled her mouth up. He gently sucked only the tip. Her tongue ran along the slit and then back down the shaft and over my testicles. He went up to my shaved testicles and sucked one into his mouth and then the other.
I grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards me and kissed her deeply; my tongue entering her warm wet mouth. I sat up enough to pull the dress over her head. She wore a charming black lace bra that crushed the top of her nipples. She had a pair of matching panties. She has a tight round bottom and firm thighs.
He got on the table with me, straddling me. She pressed her lace covered pussy to my cock. He was soaked in her enthusiasm. The rough lace felt great on my skin.
I cupped her breasts in my hands and rubbed my palms over them. I pushed down the top of her bra to expose her hard, erect nipples. He likes to be pinched and pulled, so I accommodated each one. I pinched them between my fingers and twisted as I pulled them towards me. She moaned loudly and threw her head back; thus pushing her breasts further towards me.
Her knees were on either side of my chest, her wet pink pussy right in front of my face. He slowly started to lick my cock again. Her tongue movements were soft and slow. My cock was wet and slippery and the air felt cold on it. The contrast of her hot mouth and the cold air was intense.
I traced a finger along the hard lips of her pussy as her mouth surrounded my cock. She moaned around my erection. Her mouth moved up and down in a steady rhythm. He sucked fast, then slowly, teasing me.
I slid one finger, then two into her hot pussy. He thrust his hips. I started pushing my fingers in time with her mouth on my cock. He increased his pace. I slipped one finger into her ass, covered her clitoris with another.
Her body tensed up just as my cum shot into her mouth. She sucked it as a second orgasm exploded through her.
