Raul needs a massage
He lazily flipped through the local magazine, not reading anything in particular, and came across ads about locals giving massages. He had had a long week; she needed to relax and wondered what it would be like to get a massage. So he decided to try one. He found a massage parlor near him, called and made an appointment for the next day.
As he drove to the massage parlor, he was somewhat nervous. He didn’t know what to expect, but then he remembered the stories he heard from his friends and acquaintances. Massage relaxes the body, and others believe that it somehow restores your balance and harmony with the earth. That calmed his nerves and banished his emotions.
A girl in her twenties answered the door. She was wearing a knee-length summer dress.
– Hello, Raul! she greeted, smiling warmly.
That really calmed him down. He entered the living room as she invited him inside. She smiled and motioned for him to follow her. She led him down the hall to a room at the end of the house. In the room was a massage table located on the far side of the room. Next to her was a table where various bottles of massage oil were placed. In one corner was a chair, directly across from the table. She walked around the table and faced him as he sat down in his chair.
– It’s nice of you to call and try the massage, she started to say.
– Well, I heard that it’s really nice to get a massage, so I decided to give it a try.
– Oh, you won’t be disappointed. She smiled. I’ve been doing it for a year, and I also offer home massage.
They talked for about ten minutes about nothing in particular. Their conversation wasn’t awkward at all. They both enjoyed it.
– So shall we begin? she suddenly asked.
– Yes, he answered and began to untie his shoes, only bending down because he was already seated.
He thought she was going to leave while he undressed, but realized she hadn’t when he looked up to see her still sitting at the table. He stood up, unsure of what to do next, so he began to unbutton his shirt. This did not seem to faze her and she picked up the conversation where they had left off. Once he had his shirt off, while still talking, he unbuttoned his pants and zipped them up, like he did every day with her around. He pulled his pants down his legs, bent down and pulled them off. He stood up with his pants in his right hand and only in his briefs. Maybe he looked confused so she smiled at him.
“You can hang your clothes on that hook,” she said as she pointed to a prominent hanger on the wall, just beyond his head.
He did as she told him and finished undressing. He picked up his shirt from the chair with his other hand and came back and hung them up. With his back to her and without thinking about it, he put his thumbs in the sides of his briefs and slowly lowered his underwear. He expected her to say drop the underwear, but he didn’t hear anything, so he continued to lower his briefs and finally take them off. He hung it up as well, realizing the sight he must display for her to see. Again, he said nothing. He turned and noticed that she was leaning over the table with her arms over her and her hands on her chin. She was smiling and picked up the conversation where they had left off. He was standing there, completely blank in front of this girl he had met fifteen minutes ago and they were having a casual conversation as if nothing was out of the ordinary.
She motioned for him to lie down on the massage table and he followed her silently. He felt her move. A few minutes later, he felt a towel placed around his bottom, which made him smile inwardly at the irony of it, and her warm hands on his back, applying massage oil. He smelled the aromatic scent of the oil that reminded him of tropical nature.
– Relax, you’re tense. Don’t think about anything. Just free your mind. No thoughts. No worries, she whispered.
He nodded and tried to relax.
As the massage progressed, he slowly felt his muscles relax from her care. He felt relieved as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. He felt satisfied in a way he couldn’t explain and sighed at how good it felt. How he wished he had gone to the massage parlor earlier to experience this feeling. He closed his eyes to focus more on the sensations that were familiar but somewhat new to him.
She had finished the massage ten minutes ago and her client was still asleep. She hesitated to wake him because he was sleeping so soundly. He had a slight crease on his forehead, which indicated that he worried too much and too often, but still, he looked as peaceful as if he hadn’t slept that much. Every now and then he sighs indicating that he likes the massage. As he slept, she boldly ran a finger up his back, marveling at how toned his body was. He was definitely training. Did she hear him sigh or was it a moan? She looked at his face. His eyes were still closed and his breathing sounded like that of a sleeping man. With that he continued to explore her body, not just with the curiosity of a massage therapist, but with the curiosity of a girl.
Her hands found her towel covered bottom. She smiled at the thought; she had seen him naked while he was getting ready for the massage and now she had the audacity to cover his bottom with a towel. Well, we are talking about professionalism. It looked pretty weird if it wasn’t covered with that towel. She slowly removed the towel, exposing inch by inch of his flesh. He bit his lip to stop himself from grabbing her bottom and squeezing it. Besides her eyes and smile, she has a weakness for men’s bottoms when they are naked. However, temptation won out and slowly her hands reached up to lightly trace her buttocks, then cupped them.
– Beautiful down there, isn’t it?
She screamed with excitement:
– I… I think… sorry, she stammered and blushed from head to toe.
He looked over his shoulder, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
– How long have you been awake? she asked nervously.
– What do you think? he replied as he sat and looked at her.
She was stuck and hadn’t moved an inch so his legs were touching her thighs.
– I… I… I was about to wake you up, but…
– But you harassed my ass instead, he interjected.
– Of course not, she said indignantly. It was just… it was just…
She saw his eyebrow raise. He was about to say massage, but changed his mind. She sighed and ended up whispering.
– …I was admiring your ass.
She was blushing profusely.
He smiled and she knew from that smile that he was trying not to laugh out loud. It was clear he was enjoying the situation, putting her in an awkward position.
– Do you like what you saw? he asked and leaned down so their faces were only inches apart.
– Me me..
She couldn’t tell what was on her mind as she saw his eyes travel to her lips and back to her eyes.
– I… I…, he imitated her.
As if of one mind, they both moved simultaneously to seal their conversation with a kiss. She found herself sitting on the massage table as he positioned himself between her legs. She felt his furious arousal hitting her stomach. Moaning in pleasure as he cupped her breast, she arched her back to give him better access and let her head fall back as his kisses traveled down her neck. He unbuttoned her dress as he lowered his mouth to hers. When her breasts were exposed, he cupped each of them, giving each breast equal attention. His hands continued to unbutton her dress. He gasped as his hands found that she was wearing no panties.
He picked her up and found out she was clean shaven. He explored lower and came across her wet pussy and continued to caress her inner thighs in small circular motions. He turned around and his hands rested on her hips. This time his lips made the journey and every now and then he grazed her skin with his teeth. As his lips moved closer to her abdomen, her legs opened wider, exposing herself more to him. When he reached her erection, his tongue began its explorations.
She moaned and her hips began to undulate. He continued, tasting her and savoring her scent. He worked his magic with his tongue, entering her moist opening as far as his tongue would go, tasting it as if it were a delicacy. Based on her breathing, she was nearing a minor orgasm. Her hands were tangled in his hair, pushing him deeper. With each thrust of his tongue, she simultaneously arched her hips to meet him. Her juice flooded his face. She was clutching his thighs and he could hardly breathe. But it does not matter. He was very happy.
He wanted to extend the foreplay, but he couldn’t wait to feel her enveloping his hard cock. Besides she was very wet and judging by her actions she wouldn’t mind if he pumped her now.
She reached up and cupped his cock in her hands. He could feel every slide, he could feel the length of his cock sliding up and down. He was lying down now and he could see his cock sliding down her massage oil filled hands. She quickened the pace and he began to thrust into her hands.
A few more thrusts and she felt his cock swell even more and before he could ejaculate he slipped out of her grasp. She felt it flood her breasts. He opened his eyes to see his cock resting on his abdomen, sperm pouring out of him.
She smiled at the sight she saw. He looked so vulnerable, his mouth was open and he was panting. She noticed that he was beautiful in a way. He relaxed and turned his gaze to her. His eyes were somewhat sleepy.
– Can I get some sleep before I go home? he asked.
She smiled.
– Of course. Don’t want another round of eotic massage?
– Hmmm, good idea, but…
He looked at his cock, limp and tired. He could not continue as he was already asleep.
She giggled.
– Well, you’ll be back. I promise you this.
