ayurvedic massage
That day I had finished my discussion with the franchise partner quite early. When I left the office, the cold weather outside greeted me. I wasn’t cold. I was actually quite enjoying the cool air and decided to take a walk nearby enjoying the nice weather. I had been walking for about 5 minutes or so, looking here and there with the curiosity of a tourist when my eyes fell on a board with the words “Ayurvedic Massage” and a directional arrow. Curious, I wandered down the narrow alley. Soon I came across a house with the same sign on the door.
A middle aged man and a young beautiful girl greeted me. The man was tall and well built, tanned. He had a gentle face that looked like a sage. He was wearing a white shirt and dhoti. The girl was very pretty, with soft features. She was dressed in a traditional dress with a long skirt. They ushered me into the small reception. I sat comfortably on a couch where the man handed me a card with the various Ayurvedic treatment options explained on it along with the prices. I told her I just wanted a relaxing massage, nothing more. I wasn’t sleeping well, I had traveled a lot.
He smiled kindly and pointed to the first option on the card that read “Rejuvenating Massage.” He went on to explain that it was a hot oil massage followed by a steam bath and a shower. I nodded in agreement. The man smiled as he said:
– Wine.
I was led into a small room with a long wooden table on one side. The masseuse motioned to a clothes rack to the side. I usually did one or two massages a month as my schedule allowed and I was familiar with the exercise. Nodding, I began to undress and hang each item on the rack. Finally, I got to the slip. Then he came forward. I noticed that he had two pieces of cloth in his hand. Generally, in the places I visited in the city, they have a cotton brief that can be worn. Obviously, there was no such thing here. A piece was tied around my waist like a string. The second, which was barely 10 cm wide, had to be laced in front and back. The man tucked the cloth in front of me, just above my cock, and then quickly pulled down my briefs. My penis was covered in cloth. Then he pulled the cloth tight and placed it behind me, forming a kind of covering for my private parts. The thin cotton was stuck between my buttocks.
I wasn’t really surprised as this was how many small places did Ayurvedic massages. I was asked to sit on a chair. He had already heated the oil. Then, she dipped her fingers into the bowl and began to massage. First he massaged my head, then my shoulders. I have to admit, I felt really good after an exhausting week of travel and work. I sat there and enjoyed the strong hands taking away my stress.
Finally I was asked to lie face down on the table. That’s what I did. My masseuse undid the cloth from behind and exposed my ass. Then he opened the string tied around my waist. My back was now completely bare. He started by dripping hot scented oil all over my back from my neck to my toes. Then she started her slow massage. It started at my feet and slowly moved up my thighs. At the same time, he also separated my thighs. In this position, he must have seen my testicles and part of my cock while hanging there, I thought. As he massaged my upper thighs, I felt his fingers drop lower and touch my testicles with each stroke. I tried not to think too much about it, but the massage was encouraging me a little. I felt my penis start to swell and get bigger.
He went further up my back and massaged with his expert hands, taking the stress off my poor back. His fingertips pressed along my spine to my buttocks in a routine he repeated several times. He continued this for quite some time until he came down to my buttocks. He pressed the soft flesh there with his hands, separating them and pressing them together as part of his massage. I was once again slightly awakened by this game, even though I knew it was part of the routine.
Shortly after that, he tapped me on the shoulder and motioned for me to turn around. Normally, the ‘langoti’ or small brief that we wore, is tied back before the front is massaged. Apparently, it was done differently here. I hesitated because I was completely naked. Seeing my confusion, he smiled and said:
– I massage better without a cloth. Do not worry.
I wasn’t sure what he meant. I assumed she meant she could massage me better without the cloth covering my private parts.
With fear and a little confusion, I returned to the hard wooden table. My semi-hard cock was exposed to view. He didn’t seem bothered by my cock as he reached for the bowl of hot oil and went through the same procedure. He dripped the oil from my chest to my toes and started the massage.
Strangely, I was getting more and more excited to expose myself to this middle-aged masseuse. As he massaged upwards from my toes to my calves and then my thighs, I felt myself getting stronger. And when it reached my inner thighs, the sensations reached a peak and I felt completely erect. I was so embarrassed that I closed my eyes. My exposed penis stood firmly in front of the masseuse. Suddenly her hands stopped and then I felt them move away from my thighs. I felt even worse. I thought it stopped because of my erection. I wondered what he would do with this situation. My eyes were still closed when suddenly I felt a warm sensation in my legs. I opened my eyes to see warm oil dripping on and around my cock. When she saw me looking at her, she smiled again and said, almost like a rhetorical question:
– I’m massaging your penis, yes. Complete relaxation.
He reached for my cock and began to slowly rub the hard flesh. He gently pulled the foreskin up and down over the enlarged head with one hand while the other hand cupped my aching testicles. He massaged my testicles with his palm as he deftly manipulated my erection to even more hardness. Then he started using both hands on my stiff pole. Her hands gripped my member tightly as they moved up the stiff, oily shaft in tandem, starting from the root to the slick, shiny shaft. As soon as one hand passed over the top, the other grasped the root and started again. He was milking my cock with his experienced and soft hands. I closed my eyes tightly as I enjoyed the immense pleasure her hands were giving me. After some time, she started massaging only the head of my penis. She held the foreskin back as her hands moved in a circular manner on my oily button. It was all becoming too much for me.
I opened my eyes and signaled that I was about to ejaculate. He understood immediately. He let go of my cock and motioned for me to turn around again. I was a little confused, but I wordlessly complied. I was again lying face down on the table; but now my pelvis was raised so that it reached under me and caught my cock again. He pulled the hardened organ in a circular motion. I sat there with my ass up as he milked my cock. Her other hand nestled between my buttocks, sometimes massaging my testicles, and sometimes massaging my ass. Once or twice, I even felt an oil-soaked finger slide up my ass. I was close to ejaculation as she pulled harder on my swollen cock. I felt my testicles tighten as I made a sound like a wounded animal and erupted. Spray after spray of my sperm fell on the wooden table. My masseuse continued to jerk my cock as I emptied myself completely of sperm. Slowly, I came down from the peak of my orgasm and lay completely flat on the table. He turned me gently and wiped my cock with a cloth.
He continued the massage for some time after that, occasionally rubbing my flaccid cock. I was completely exhausted and just sat there as her hands roamed over my bare body. When he was done, he motioned for me to get up and come into the steam room. I sat there naked in the steam room for a while and then took a relaxing warm shower. I felt refreshed. When I came out, I saw him sitting there with a smile on his face and a towel in his hands. He started rubbing me with the towel. He dried my legs and thighs and then came to my penis; he lifted it with his hands as he dried my private parts. Although my cock was soft, it had filled out a bit.
