Jack’s massage
Jack now knew for sure that it had been a mistake to allow himself to be talked into playing that rugby match the previous afternoon. Every muscle in his body ached and his shoulders and thighs were stiff and tense. Fitness wasn’t an issue, he kept fit, but his 38-year-old body just wasn’t up to the physical toll of the game he played every week.
A few beers after the game had helped to numb his pains the night before, and he had slept soundly enough, aided by a comfortable, if routine, appetite with his wife. Their sex life was pleasant enough, Jack told himself, but he was a man with a preference for the occasional thrill; Harriet, on the other hand, liked straight sex, but never thought of a little porn to spice things up. He had bought her one of those expensive new vibrators a few months earlier, but it hadn’t been used much. She had also found one of R18’s DVDs hidden in his office a few months earlier and had been furious at the thought that he might be doing the occasional handjob when he should have had sex with her.
As Jack limped down the road on the way to his office, he felt like every hit and every play would leave a deep bruise. It might have been a good use for the vibrator, he thought ruefully, surely it could help soothe sore muscles. It was a pain to work on Sunday afternoon, but it would make the following week manageable – without moving some of his load today, he’d never catch up next week.
His usual coffee shop was closed – it was Sunday after all, so Jack returned to his usual route to work, hoping the nearby Starbucks might be open. A few meters away, a sign caught his eye – “Sauna and Thai Massage” open 7 days, from noon to the next morning at 06:00. If this was in fact a place that offered genuine massage, one of these should surely help ease his pain. He had heard that most massage parlors in Bucharest were no better than cheap brothels, but he had also read about authentic Thai massage and the thought of a pair of skilled hands working on his aching muscles was very tempting.
Jack stepped inside and the receptionist looked up from her book – written in Thai, Jack noticed, definitely a good sign.
– Do I need an appointment for a massage?, he asked.
With a smile the dark haired girl asked him what kind of massage he would like and as Jack scanned the price sheet he settled on one of the services. Seems pretty expensive, he thought, but then this seems like a pretty smart place. He paid in cash, gave the first name of the girl who wrote him down in a dating book, and followed her down a corridor. One of the doors was open and inside was a living room with three or four girls watching television; two of them looked up and smiled as he passed them. There was a faint smell of garlic and ginger, fighting the pervasive scent of air freshener. The receptionist handed Jack a towel from a pile on a table and told him to shower in the changing room and then come back. Jack walked into the locker room, which looked clean, undressed, putting his clothes and briefcase in the closet, then stepped into the shower.
The water was hot, and as the shower ran hard over his shoulders, Jack felt the muscles in his neck and shoulders begin to relax. As he soaped himself up, his cock and testicles hung heavy, and Jack’s thoughts turned once more to what lay ahead – was this just a legitimate massage parlor or was there going to be more to him?
Jack just didn’t know it, but his cock began to thicken in anticipation. How much could it cost? He had been to the ATM that morning so he had some money in his wallet – but then he remembered the money he had already paid – would what he had left be enough? How much would he need for the rest of the day, until tomorrow in fact because his bank wouldn’t let him withdraw money twice a day? Jack’s mind went through the trivia, then he thought of Harriet at home with their two children, and he suddenly felt guilty. If she called him on his office direct line or on his cell while he was here—where could he tell her he’d been?
Jack washed himself carefully, making sure that his long, soft foreskin and the heavy dome of his cock were impeccably fresh. He finished his shower, removed his towel, and as he walked out of the booth with the towel draped over his shoulder, he caught sight of himself in the mirror at the end of the room. Not too bad for almost 40, he smiled to himself as he wrapped the towel around his waist and walked back down the hall.
Waiting for him there was a pretty brunette girl with unmistakably Thai cheekbones and delicate features, dressed in what looked like a black tracksuit. She led him into a small, dark room with a massage table in the center and asked him to lie face down. The table was covered with a fresh sheet of soft paper and at one end the paper had been torn over a circular hole in the table, clearly intended for his face. Jack climbed up, stretching himself so that his head rested over the space, allowing him to lie still, but also to breathe. It felt comfortable enough, he thought. The girl reached out to untie her towel and for a moment her bare back was exposed; Jack’s pulse quickened for a moment as he wondered if this was going to be a nude experience, but then the girl placed a clean towel over his middle.
– Do you like deep or medium massage? she asked.
Jack thought for a moment and replied that he didn’t want too much, thank you.
– Okay, do I use oil?
– Yes, said Jack, it’s great
And he immediately wondered if he would be able to get the oil out before he slept with Harriet—she always slept naked. Those thoughts passed as the masseuse began on the back of his left calf, the fresh oil slightly cool to the touch but quickly warming as she worked.
She was stronger than she looked, Jack thought as he began to relax. His earlier thoughts about whether he would be offered sex receded as the girl continued her work with professional skill. Maybe it’s better, he thought, he’d certainly save some money and be able to face Harriet tonight with no problems.
His masseuse worked her way down to her thighs and Jack’s tight and aching hamstrings began to relax as she worked her fingers deeper and deeper. As her hands worked up and down, her long fingers ran smoothly up and back and only occasionally reached the soft skin of his inner thigh, no doubt one of Jack’s erogenous zones, and once again , he felt his penis thicken. As the towel was placed loosely over his buttocks, his cock and testicles barely rested on the paper covering the table and he wondered how much the masseuse could see.
Shrugging, Jack decided that he was probably working on several clients a day; she didn’t feel like she had much to worry about in the size department and once again relaxed under the skilled touch of the masseuse.
On one particularly long stroke, the tip of one of the girl’s fingers just touched one of his testicles. Are you sure it was an accident? Sure enough, the next thrusts were only a fraction shorter and Jack relaxed again, but he couldn’t resist opening his legs just a little as he did so.
The girl moved around the table and began working on the other leg. Jack tried to figure out how long she’d been in the room, it seemed like a long time, but he guessed she knew she’d paid for an hour. The routine was identical and once again, as she worked the back of his thigh, her fingers occasionally strayed to his inner thigh and twice this time she touched his testicles.
Jack wasn’t sure how to react to this, he certainly felt his cock stiffen under him, but it was trapped under his left thigh; she felt it might be too blatant to lift her bottom to allow his cock to rise below her belly, and in any case, the masseuse didn’t give her any chance to move while she worked. He was sure she must have a pretty good view of his testicles as she worked; he also believed that she had made sure that the towel that sat loosely over his buttocks was placed high enough to allow her to reach between his buttocks.
While Jack was wondering if she had locked the door when they came in (he didn’t remember noticing if she did, but surely they could do anything wrong while any of the others could come in?) the girl headed to the head of the table and began to work on his shoulders. Any sexy thoughts in Jack’s mind vanished as she began twisting and working every aching muscle on his shoulders and the back of his neck; it was quite painful, but as it went on, Jack felt that the overall effect was probably an improvement over his previous state of stiffness and pain.
Jack became increasingly aware that this young woman’s feet were indeed very close to the top of his head, but he did not dare lift his face from the hole in the table to peek. His excited thoughts turned to what would happen as she began to work in front of him – how could he fit his head through the hole in the table? If she was sitting on top of the table while she worked, what kind of view would he have of her breasts when he was lying on his back?
He imagined that Thai girls probably had small breasts, but with large protruding dark nipples – where did he get those ideas? It had been a while since she’d seen an Asian porn DVD, and she hadn’t dared to keep one in the house since Harriet found the last one.
The masseuse returned to the foot and the table, and Jack realized she was taking off her slippers. Why? Very carefully, she stepped onto the table, placed one bare foot on the back of his thigh, and then gently shifted her weight onto his hamstring. Jack suddenly remembered that he had heard once that sometimes these Thai massages involved walking on your back – he hadn’t believed it then, but he was about to find out. Sure enough, the girl, delicately but very firmly, proceeded to probe every muscle in his thighs, followed by every vertebra in her back, with her bare feet. Jack was too busy dealing with the agonizing anticipation of where she might sit next, which aching muscle was about to be treated next to think about anything else, and he felt his cock shrink back to its position on who thought it inelegant as flabby.
To Jack’s relief, the girl finally got off the table, put her slippers back on, and moved to the middle of the table. However, much to his confusion, she then moved the towel around his middle to his lower back, fully exposing his buttocks, and began vigorously massaging each of his buttocks. Once again, her fingers occasionally slipped between his legs and this time she avoided touching his testicles altogether, but ran her fingers deep into the fleshy cleft where his thighs met his buttocks. Jack’s cock thickened once more and he wanted to lift his ass to free his cock from under his thigh, but the masseuse’s strong hands made this impossible.
Also, Jack wasn’t sure if his reaction was normal—perhaps regular massage clients could control themselves better. He had read about the oriental feeling of ‘losing oneself’, and Jack was pretty sure that giving yourself a massage during a massage would definitely be losing yourself, and he really didn’t want to risk offending.
– Please come back.
Jack flinched once more when the girl’s voice burst into his thoughts. As she lifted her face she realized the girl was holding the towel up like a screen in front of her and she made sure to turn so her back was to her as she rolled onto her back. She spread the towel over his middle and then put another towel under her head. Released from the trap beneath Jack’s body, his cock lay fat on his stomach and as Jack relaxed, it began to thicken and swell. Jack glanced down to see how obvious his erection might be under the towel; if the girl was watching, she couldn’t help but realize how excited he was. However, she was facing the other way when he started massaging her lower right leg.
Jack looked up and noticed a stainless steel bar suspended from the ceiling and realized how the masseuse had managed to keep her balance while walking on her back. As she worked on his legs, he tried to push his concern for the sexual possibilities of the situation out of his mind; she hadn’t really done anything to him that wasn’t entirely professional and it was embarrassing enough that he was lying there with an erection. His cock, however, twitched again and Jack was once again sure that the girl must have figured it out.
This time, as she worked his front thighs, her fingers didn’t stray to his cock, but Jack couldn’t resist spreading his legs a little as she worked. There was no reaction to his suggestiveness and soon after the girl moved to the head of the table to work on his arms and shoulders. His hopes of being able to see her breasts from below were dashed – the baggy top was well tucked in at the waist. Jack also realized that his hour must be up.
As Jack was coming to the conclusion that this was a perfectly legitimate massage parlor, but worth every penny of the entrance fee, the girl moved to his right side and began massaging his abdomen.
– Do you like manual relaxation? she whispered.
– Here you go? Jack stammered, amazed at this turn of events. The girl slipped her right hand under the towel and casually rested it on his cock.
– Handjob, do you like handjob?
– Of course, smiled Jack, I like it very much!
In retrospect, Jack realized that this was the moment when he should have asked two more questions: how much, and maybe do you do something else?
– OK, no problem, she continued and moved the towel up and away from his genitals, resting on his stomach. Very nice cock, nice size, the girl murmured, much to Jack’s satisfaction, who was tempered a bit after that as he continued “not too big…”
Jack mumbled thanks for the compliment, but then sighed deeply as the girl began to stroke his cock and testicles. His cock rose again, and Jack felt it reach a size he hadn’t seen in years.
The girl poured some oil on her hands and this time carefully rubbed her hands to make sure the oil was fully warmed before returning to stroking. She began a two-handed corkscrew motion, rubbing her foreskin up and down the bulging head of his engorged cock, and Jack began to realize that this was an expert; he realized at the same moment that, although he would like this to last for some time, at this rate he will ejaculate very soon.
– Gently, he whispered – and wondered at the same time if the door was locked and how much the girls in the corridor could hear; bizarrely, he was grateful at that moment for television.
The girl removed her right hand and continued to stroke his cock with her left, thumb on top and two fingers underneath. Jack felt a little more in control as her right hand began to caress his balls, which had been pressed close to his body. Once again, she added some oil to her hands and quickened her up and down motion on his cock, while the index finger of her right hand probed under his scrotum. Jack realized he was nearing his point of no return and began to moan with the blows; as the oily tip of her index finger probed his ass, he exploded in spasm after spasm of orgasm, spitting cum from the head of his cock into the strategically placed towel. Both hands returned to their work on his cock as he continued to thrust with the agony of his orgasm, milking the last drops of cum; she ran her nails lightly over the wrinkled skin of his balls.
Jack finally reached the end of his orgasm and rested on the massage table, completely relaxed. At this point, he must have actually fallen asleep for a few moments, because when he came to, the girl had obviously washed her hands and was now very lightly massaging his scalp with her fingertips. Jack thought he had never been so peaceful.
A few moments later, she whispered
– OK, get dressed and quietly slipped out of the room.
Jack showered carefully to remove as much oil as possible and put a few bills in his pants pocket for a tip. When he passed the TV camera, however, all the girls were caught up in the spectacle again; asked the receptionist if she should tip the masseuse.
– Oh, no, it’s not necessary, said the girl. Come again soon.
Oh yes, thought Jack, I think I certainly will.
