MASSAGE
I know how unreal it will sound, but believe me, it’s true. This only happened once, but it was awesome. Towards the end of autumn, I went to a massage parlor. I didn’t often get massages, they were kind of expensive, but that week had been tough. I went to the gym every day for two weeks straight and for two hours at a time. The results were also visible. Anyway, I walked in and the massage parlor smelled like lavender and mint. The living room had white sofas with black cushions and two tall water fountains added a pleasant white noise. I went to the receptionist and told her I wanted a session.
She was a young woman, round in shape, but truly gorgeous. When she actually looked at me, I noticed that her demeanor had changed to a slightly seductive one. receptionistm-a directed to the last room in the hall on the left. I closed the door and smelled the room. It was a distinct rose and lilac scent that reminded me of a girl I went to high school with. Ann, a redhead who always wore a perfume that smelled of rose and lilac. In high school, she was a slender thing with perky breasts and a firm ass that she had caught me staring at for a moment or two. We both had a mutual attraction to each other, but also one or both of us were in relationships. The opportunity to be together never came, unfortunately. The room had a chair in one corner, a desk with various clear bottles of lotions and oils, and a stack of white towels.
I undressed completely and carefully covered myself with a white towel covering three inches above and below my bottom. I relaxed into the soft sounds of the flute. My body and mind relaxed and all sense of time disappeared. As much time passed, I heard a knock and a female voice calling from the other side of the door.
– Can I come in? she asked.
Her voice was soft and easy. I told him yes and he entered.
– I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. I’m a little late.
– It’s really not a problem at all, I said, my voice deep and relaxed. Just starting your tour?
– Yes. So sorry if I’m a little uptight. You will be my first customer today, she said.
I kept my eyes closed and listened as she moved around the room changing bottles and getting ready. I couldn’t quite understand at the time, but something seemed… familiar about the woman. Before I could even think of the words, they were out of my mouth.
– Anne? I asked and opened my eyes.
The woman stopped and turned to look at me. My head rose from the hole it had been pressed into. I’m not sure who was more shocked. Me or her.
– Oh my God, Ann said with a sincere smile. I had no idea it was you. You look…
He looked at me with raised eyebrows. I was of average height, but I no longer looked miserable. All the fat I had in high school was gone. Replaced with layers ofmuscle carve Ann had also fulfilled herself. She was no longer skinny and had grown herself. Her hips were curvy and her breasts had grown too, but they were still round and perky. Her stomach had a slight feminine curve which actually added to her attractiveness. She still had long red hair that she had tied back. In that moment, every attraction I felt five years ago rushed over me. We looked at each other for a long time.
– You look amazing, I said. I don’t think you’ve aged a day since I last saw you.
Ann blushed, her pale cheeks turning red.
“And you look… a lot different,” she said, trying to push aside her blush. I tried my best not to look at her erect nipples that were showing through the white fabric of her masseuse uniform. I smiled at him and made eye contact before putting my head back on the table.
– What did you do after high school? I asked.
“I graduated college about two years ago and I’ve been doing this for a while,” Ann said.
– You like? I asked, keeping up with the small talk until a more in-depth conversation could follow. I heard her open a lid and smelled the oil before I heard her warming it in her hand.
– I like. It’s very relaxing for me.
– That’s good, I said just as her oiled hands touched my ankles. The feel of her hands around my ankles and her firm grip was like a wave of sensation through me. I flinched slightly and she pulled away.
– It’s fine? Ann asked.
– It’s fine. I’m sorry, it’s been a long time since I’ve been touched.
I cringed feeling a little embarrassed.
– Not that I haven’t been touched or anything, but just… you know what I mean.
– Yes.
She giggled and continued to rub up my leg, going past my calves.
– But you? what did you do after high school
I let out an absent moan of pleasure as she rubbed hard and deep into my calf muscles. She paused for a brief moment before continuing.
– Well, I graduated from the police academy about three years ago. Actually, I just got a promotion, I said. About a year ago… I moaned in pleasure as her small but incredibly talented hands worked their way along the back of my hamstrings.
– Is the pressure okay? she asked.
– The pressure feels amazing, I said relaxed and comfortable.
– What were you saying? Ann asked.
– Oh. Correct. I am sorry. What you’re doing is putting me in a trance, I chuckled. A year ago, I got out of an abusive relationship. It was my fault in a way. I should have left when her abusive tendencies started to show, I said.
Ann took a break and went to her desk and started dripping oil from the bottle on my legs again. Ann was quiet for a while before I asked her if something was wrong. She continued a slow, firm motion of going up and between my thighs and back down and around my hamstrings.
– I’m sorry, she said softly.
– For what? You did nothing wrong Ann.
– Not. I’m sorry you were abused. You don’t deserve this, she said, her voice soft and low.
She was silent for several long moments before speaking again.
– Do you remember Kevin?
– Yes, I said without enthusiasm.
Kevin was the last man I remember Ann being with after high school. He was a rascal and a bastard, but Ann liked him, so I didn’t say anything, though I wanted to.
– Kevin… m-a beaten, she whispered, her voice broken and empty.
I tensed up.
– He also became drunk and abusive.
Her hands had stopped moving and I swear I could feel her fingers shaking slightly. Empty or not, I didn’t care. I twisted and did my best to wrap the towel around me. Ann looked at me excitedly and warily. The scars of the abuse she suffered were evident in her blue eyes. I wrapped my arms around her and held her close to me. Not tight and certainly not restrictive, but comforting. Ann was silent and still for a long moment before she hugged me. Her head pressed against my chest. Two abused people, absorbing each other’s comfort. He pulled away and I let him go and watched the tears fall from his eyes. She wiped them away delicately, making sure not to run off her mascara.
– Thanks, Ann said with a sincere smile and making me lay back.
She resumed the tender massage and our conversation began again, a little more relaxed and comfortable than before.
– Where do you live now? I asked.
– Well, she sighed, I live with my parents now. Being a masseuse doesn’t exactly bring in a lot of money.
– I understand what you are saying, I said. There is nothing embarrassing about living with your parents.
– Pfft, she snorted. I bet you don’t live with your parents.
– True. I do not live. I have a two-room apartment in the city. It’s about fifteen minutes away.
– You’re lucky. I have a thirty minute drive to my parents’ house. It’s not ideal, but I don’t have rent, so… what to do.
Ann moved up my back and pressed really hard. I let out soft moans.
– It feels amazing, I said. What you do is amazing.
She giggled and said nothing as she continued massaging for a while.
– Have you dated anyone else since Kevin? I asked.
– Not. You?
– Not. I really had no desire. I’m sure the abuse we suffered probably scarred us deeply.
– So you haven’t been with a woman in over a year? Ann asked.
– Yes, it’s been a while.
I sighed as he started rubbing my shoulders.
“You’ve got quite a few knots up here,” Ann said as she began to rub my shoulders deeply. The feel of her hands on me made my mind float. Although I felt aroused for most of the massage, I started to lose the sensation of my penis from being seated on it. The only way I knew it was still hard was from the impulses that would flutter from time to time. Ann ran her fingers up my back and along my spine and I swore I had a small orgasm as I moaned.
– Come back, she said.
I turned around, making sure to keep the towel as I rolled over. Although, as I sat back down, I held the towel down, trying my best to keep my cock from popping out with all my attention. Ann placed a very hot, rose-scented towel over my face and eyes. My mind felt like a mushroom with the towel and the warm pleasant aroma. I swear my mind wanted to slip into unconsciousness because before I knew it, I had lost my grip on the towel and my cock was hanging in the air. Ann was facing away, I could hear her working with the oils.
-Well, maybe you and I could have dinner? she asked. I know I wouldn’t mind…oh! she gasped.
I didn’t move, I didn’t reach for the towel above my head that hid my embarrassed bright red face.
“I’m so sorry Ann,” I said, my throat dry. I did not want to do this.
“It’s okay,” she said gently. Massages are stimulating and… it’s… only natural.
Ann started again at my ankles and soles and worked her way up my leg. The closer he got to my thighs, the more my cock decided to bend and twitch. Each time she pulsed, Ann would pause for a moment and continue the massage. What I wasn’t aware of was how much semen was drooling on my cock. I felt the towel around my waist rise and Ann let out a soft whimper. I pulled the towel off my face and met Ann’s eyes. My long penis was literally soaked in semen. Like wax dripping on a candle, seminal fluid dripped onto the venous penis. Ann looked at him and I looked at her.
– I’m very sorry, I said and moved away from the bed.
Ann moved and held my hips down.
– It’s okay, she said softly and started to lick my cock. Her tongue slides to one side and then the other. All the cum that had dripped was tongued out in thick streams. When her tongue reached the top of my head, her lips parted and swallowed my cock. Just the head at first and then more each time.
– God. Ann.
I moaned as her mouth and tongue sucked my cock better than I ever imagined anyone could. I bent down, pulled her up, jumped off the bed and, with precise aim, began to undress her. Her shirt went flying and I’m pretty sure before she hit the floor I pulled off her white bra. I removed her pants and panties which were absolutely wet. I lay back on the bed and helped Ann up. Her legs were sitting on my head and her pussy was in front of me and my mouth was sucking her pussy. My tongue slid up and down and between her pussy lips. I remember Ann moaning every time I licked her clit and sucked her short labia. I couldn’t hold back my moans as she sucked my cock and stroked it with her hand simultaneously. I focused on her clit and sucked it while licking it. Ann stopped sucking my cock and went into a pre-orgasmic frenzy as I sucked her clit.
– Oh yes! Yes! Damn it! she moaned and pressed her pussy against me and climaxed on my face. I didn’t even bother to wait. I grabbed her hips and started licking and sucking her clit again. It was red and swollen and extremely tender.
– Stay! Damn… wait…
Ann doesn’t even get to finish talking before she ejaculates again. This time I made sure to lick it. A warm, bitter, but sweet taste. Ann turned and walked towards me. My lips were covered in her juices, she leaned in and we started kissing. Our tongues twisted and explored each other.
“I’ve always wanted to meet you, Ann,” I said. I’ve been in love with you for a long time.
– And I. I wanted to go out with you too.
He looked down at my fully erect cock. Ann looked back at me and smiled.
– It was amazing, she sighed.
