Massage at the hotel
I have to share what happened to me a few weeks ago. I’m still amazed. First a little introduction. I am on sale and go to Bucharest twice a year. I have been doing this for several years and believe it or not since I stay at the same luxury hotel every time, the staff remember me. It helps that I’m attentive and tip well, I suppose.
Anyway, on recent trips I’ve brought my girlfriend along and spent a day or two sightseeing. For the last trip, her schedule conflicted with mine and she couldn’t come. We have been seeing each other for several years, we are both divorced from previous marriages and we get along very well. I wouldn’t say it’s an exclusive relationship, but we rarely go out with other people. Our sex life is good, although probably in a kind of routine, as happens to those who have been together for a long time.
On the last trip my flight was delayed, all the new regulations and less flights, well if you travel you know what I’m talking about and my flight was on the runway for a few hours because a mechanical issue was being fixed. Add that to the nearly six hour flight and my body was exhausted by the time we landed, and it was late at night.
When I arrived at the hotel after finally retrieving my luggage from a later flight (oh I forgot to mention my luggage didn’t go on the same flight!) the lobby was empty and as I entered I remembered the clerk from the last trip. His name was Dave and he was always very helpful. He checked me in and gave me a very nice room with an incredible view.
We chatted and he asked me why I was single, he remembered my girlfriend from previous trips. When I explained the conflict to him, he said it was a shame. And I replied that indeed it was because I was in desperate need of a great massage. The back was killing me. And I felt miserable.
She looked around a little sheepishly and then said in a low voice that she had a good friend who was an excellent masseuse. Jokingly, I said:
– And her name is Igor, right?
Dave replied:
– Actually, her name is Elizabeth.
I wasn’t sure about that and asked him more.
He said he was sure I wouldn’t have anything to complain about and if I did, he offered to reimburse me for the massage. I thought he was joking, but no, he was serious.
She told me that Elizabeth had been in massage school for several years and was making a good living with many repeat clients. He said the only reason he mentioned it was because she was in the hotel right now giving another guest a massage and they talked a while ago.
I finally agreed (I think I talked backwards) and Dave said he would send it later. I went to my room and unpacked. Quite a while passed and I realized that maybe it was just as well not to come, since I wasn’t too sure about it.
A few moments later there was a knock on the door and I looked outside to see a woman so I opened the door and was a little surprised. Thinking back on that moment, I’m not sure what I expected, but it wasn’t this.
Elizabeth asked if I wanted another massage and apologized for the late hours. I asked him to enter the room. When she came in she said she doesn’t usually do massages this late at night, however Dave had told her about my flight experience and what a great customer and person I was.
I assured her that I really still wanted the massage (although my mind was thinking – what am I doing!) Let me explain. You are probably thinking that a young bombshell blonde with a figure of 38-24-36 and dressed only in a mini skirt with her breasts hanging out of an open blouse entered my room. Maybe that’s what I imagined like any man with blood in his veins.
Not at all! Elizabeth was almost as old as I was; she had long black hair and was quite plump. There was nothing sexy about her. Okay, maybe her breasts were sexy because they were quite large, but the rest of her didn’t bring the word sexy to mind.
She walked into the living room and looked back at me – perhaps wondering what I was thinking. Maybe I was wondering what I was thinking. At least if she was a blonde bombshell, I wouldn’t want to miss the chance.
– It costs $100 and we go as long as you need to be massaged, she said.
She put her bag down, – yes, that’s when I first noticed this big bag she was carrying.
– And if you want to tip me, she added, I wouldn’t refuse it. So are you ready? Or not?
Oh what the hell I thought, my back was hurting, and Dave pretty much guaranteed my pleasure anyway.
– Sure, I answered, my back hurts.
– We will fix this even more, she said. Now, while I prepare the room, go take a long hot shower and be back here in ten minutes.
I can do this, I thought, and left. As I stood under the hot water, I heard her say at the door:
– Lather a lot and get very clean.
Strange, I said to myself; well let’s see how this goes.
When I came out, the living room had been completely changed. The furniture had been moved to the outer walls and a blanket with a sheet was spread on the floor. It had a small speaker with some soft classical music playing in the background. There were candles burning with no lights on the ceiling so the room was dark and burning incense and the room smelled incredible. She was wearing a dress and seemed quite relaxed waiting for me.
She pointed to the sheet.
– Take off your robe and lie on your stomach.
I hesitated at the thought that I would be naked in front of her, and she looked at me and realizing my thoughts, answered me:
– I can take better care of your body’s needs when I can work directly on your skin.
Well I thought and lay down. She put her hands on my back, still. Okay, I thought – my idea of massage involved moving hands. And yet she was still.
This seemed to continue. She reached up and took a bottle of warm oil, which she must have heated while I was in the shower, and let a few drops fall on my back. The feeling of heat penetrated my whole back. And yet he did not move his other hand. Then he repeated and more drops fell on me, but in another place. This was repeated several times until my entire back was covered in the warm oil.
Then he moved his hand slowly, rubbing the oil and spreading it all over my back. For a second her hands were gone and then they were both stroking me hard, working the muscles and I suddenly realized how good that felt.
Then he moved to my side and sat on my back. And at that moment I realized that what I felt on my back was not cotton, it was not wool or any other clothing, but her bare skin. She was crouching on top of me with her bottom on mine and her legs on either side of my body touching the full length and she was pushing from her heels to her arms and hands on my back.
This continued for some time as she moved her bottom on mine while pushing her palms behind me. I didn’t know whether to feel aroused as my ass was feeling all kinds of tingling sensations from her body.
Then he got off me and I was very sad and he worked my legs. Up and down both legs. He poured more oil on me. Her hands felt magical as if they were dancing along my body.
My next shock came when her hands cupped my testicles. As she quickly worked the tops of my thighs, her hands made contact with my testicles and her nails lightly scratched them as her hands moved to the other leg. Her hands were going back and forth. Back and forth her nails went and ever so gently my testicles were caressed. Then her hands moved to my bottom and she pressed hard, circling and massaging me. He poured more oil on me. The oil dripped down my ass and slid over me.
I had lost track of time. It could have been five minutes. It could have taken two hours. I really was in heaven. My body was in that fine space between sexual arousal and sensual pleasure. Every time it took me to the sexual side of the line, it pulled back and took me back to the sensual experience.
After my ass was rubbed for some time, her hands again dipped into the top of my thighs and again my testicles were teased ever so slightly. Again, this went on forever, it seemed.
At some point I realized that he stopped rubbing me. He poured more oil over me, over my back, over my ass, over my legs. There was a short pause and then she lay on top of me, her body draped over mine. I could feel her huge breasts sliding in the oil as she slid over me with small movements. I felt her body slide over mine. I was mad with desire. It was taking me into the realm of sexual tension, far from a standard massage. Her breasts were rubbing my ass, my legs. She turned so that her bottom was over my shoulders and her breasts were pressed into my bottom and her face – oh her face – her tongue was licking me, licking the tops of my legs, making circles on the part of the skin where they attach my testicles. – that sensitive spot that screamed with pleasure.
And yet she hadn’t touched my cock; she hadn’t done anything really sexual with me yet.
I can’t tell how long he licked me. What I do know is that at one point he stopped rolling off of me and asked me if I was having fun.
I moaned loudly in response – the words wouldn’t come. I was sitting there in total ecstasy. If the massage had ended then, I would have been fulfilled.
She told me to come back. When I did, I saw her nudity for the first time and realized that her huge breasts were quite beautiful. Her nipples were huge – I don’t think I’ve ever seen nipples that big – man, they were begging to be sucked. And her breasts weren’t just big, they were full and round, and did I mention they were really big?
I think I was looking at her breasts (ok I admit it – I love breasts) when she came over and offered me a breast. I reached out and slowly felt her soft firm flesh all around. I reached out my other hand and together both hands did not cover one breast. I cupped her breast and then gently caressed her nipple. I cupped her breast again and caressed her huge nipple again. I don’t think in all my years I’ve ever made love to a woman the size of Elizabeth’s breasts and nipples. Suddenly I couldn’t get enough and pushed her back and pushed my face and head between her breasts and held onto them with my hands and squeezed them on each side of her face. Her hands pulled my head further into her flesh and I lay there – both of us holding her breasts to my face. I moved gently and stuck my tongue out following her nipple and then started sucking, biting and caressing her. She just pulled me into her harder. Her breasts were obviously major pleasure centers for her.
Elizabeth arched her back to push those enormous breasts into me and I realized her hands had left my head. One traveled up my body like a heat-seeking missile, aimed at my hard cock. The other one I couldn’t tell at first as my hands and head were quite busy, but I felt that hand was directed towards her own pleasure center. Meanwhile, her single hand caressed my tip, her nails sending all kinds of signals to my brain. I was biting and sucking on those nipples, which miraculously seemed to get bigger the more I sucked on them. Longer and fatter and soon her whole body was arching, throbbing with pleasure. One of my hands went down to her abdomen and found her hand with a few fingers locked in her pussy.
I pulled away from those huge breasts and slid down her body until I found what I was looking for and with my hands cupping her ample ass; I spread her legs and plunged into that sweet pussy. I kissed her fingers, which hadn’t left her pussy, and slid over them to her clit, which was as hard as my cock and sticking out, talking to me and telling me to come and get it. How could I resist? My tongue flicked out and at the first touch, Elizabeth’s entire body convulsed in a spasm of pure pleasure and she gasped sharply. I didn’t stop there and continued my assault running my tongue over her skin, pulling her entire being in front of me. She was crying with pleasure, desperate for more. As I thought he would have had enough, I started to move away, just to hear
– No, don’t you dare, don’t stop, don’t you dare stop, keep it up.
I kept licking her and her fingers were flying in and out of her pussy. Her juices covered her hand and her entire ass. My saliva mixed with her pussy juices to make a delicious cocktail.
All I could think about was returning the pleasure he had given me and I licked harder. My hands that had been holding her ass up in the air to give me a better licking angle were now covered in our juice and as my fingers grabbed and squeezed her ample flesh one of my oil and saliva soaked fingers and my own her juice slid into her ass. I wasn’t going to go there – but as I entered her grip and slid past the muscle, she let out a long, low, guttural moan indicating her approval. I started sliding my finger in and out, then pushed in a second finger and then my other hand joined rubbing her entire ass.
As I looked to see her face I realized her other hand was twisting and lifting one of her breasts and she had the nipple in her mouth sucking and biting and licking.
By now she was getting tired of my tongue, but every time I started to pull away, she was shaking all over and crying for me not to leave her.
And then she began to struggle and wail, her whole body shuddering from head to toe, and she became completely stiff and then completely motionless. She stopped moving. At first I thought she had passed out, instead she just lay there, completely enjoying all her senses.
I sat back to watch her, her body was flushed and her breasts were rising and falling with her breathing.
Imagine my surprise when I noticed Dave standing just a few feet away from Elizabeth, unzipped and standing up. He was also rock hard and the lust was literally dripping from him.
Elizabeth saw him then too and rolled onto her hands and knees as he came up to her and fed his cock, which she swallowed in her mouth, swallowing it down her throat.
Her bottom was beckoning me. And what a bottom she had, yes, it was big, but so big and firm and cheeky – it was irresistible. My cock was hard too – it had been hard all this time patiently waiting its turn. And now it was his turn. I grabbed her buttocks and gently tilted her pelvis and sank my hardness into her pussy. It was so wet that I hit the bottom on the first shot. Soon Dave and I had a rhythm, he put it in her mouth which pushed her back on my cock and then I pushed it into her which pushed her mouth deeper on his cock . We were going back and forth. He was pulling on her breasts and using them as leverage.
Elizabeth was moaning and groaning and making all sorts of sounds letting Dave and I know to keep going – that everything we were doing was right and she was completely lost in lust and pleasure.
I’m not sure what happened next. All I know is that my cum just exploded out of me She was moaning and her whole body was shaking. It was a sight with cum everywhere, her nakedness, her breasts hanging on the floor and she looked so sexy! Way better than any blonde bombshell at the time.
We all collapsed on the floor. And after a long silence, we started laughing. Actually, Dave was laughing, then Elizabeth and I finally joined in – Dave looked at me and explained that when he saw Elizabeth earlier, before I came, she had complained that she hadn’t made love in months and that her job was so stressful, especially since she was feeding very old men and women. She told him that she was so turned on that she would jump on the first handsome man who approached her. Dave had a thing for her for a while but failed to act on it as well as being a bit of a voyeur and thought if she got us together then she could sneak into my room with the break key and see what happens and maybe he’s lucky. He told Elizabeth that I was looking for a sex massage and he set us both up! He had assured her that she would have a great time.
Last week after I came back I almost got in big trouble when I gave my friend a massage while using some of Elizabeth’s tricks on her. I think he knew he must have taught them that weekend.
