Tantric massage
I didn’t know what to expect when I knocked on the door of the second floor apartment.
Although I’ve had an active sex life in my twenty-eight years, I’ve never ventured down the—let’s say—“commercialized” paths. But a week into a three month stay in Europe and working twelve to fourteen hour days, I was finding it hard to find time to even go out to the bars, let alone meet the local ladies.
I turned to the internet. Apparently, the western European city has a thriving sex scene. Sex shows. Brothels. Escort services. I asked about a particular escort, a tall Scandinavian blonde in her 20s named Sara, with beautiful and perky breasts. My imagination fired quickly as I pictured her in my hotel room, but the combination of the 300 euro hourly rate and the nagging worry in the back of my mind to contract a little souvenir on my tripm-a prevented from closing the deal.
I went to work that morning and my foreign colleagues kept drawing my attention. As I sat around the large table, my penis continued to twitch as I stared at a certain woman. She was pretty, not particularly thin, but not shapeless at all, with these beautifully shaped breasts that pressed against her blouse. As we studied our respective documents, she caught my eye several times. When I got back to the hotel tonight – yes, this happened tonight – I was more turned on than I remembered. I googled Sara the escort again. But another result caught my attention. “Tantric massage”. Before I knew it, I was walking down the dark alleyways of this metropolis, navigating her way.
As I walked, I began to think: what could happen? My erotic fantasies were tempered by concerns about what else might happen. What if it’s a scam? What if there’s a giant pimp out there emptying my wallet before letting me go? What if the massage therapist steals from my unattended coat pockets and I’m left explaining to my employer how I lost my wallet, passport and company credit card?
Working up the courage when I arrived, I knocked on the door and a pretty Caucasian woman answered wearing a black negligee that fell just below the curve of her bottom.
– I’m Andrea, she introduced herself. Do you have a reservation?
– Oh, um… I didn’t know… I needed one.
– One moment, please…, she said as she walked away. Returning a few minutes later, she explained, Ten minutes?
– No problem, I answered.
She motioned for me to enter. I looked around the small hallway of this apartment style office. The first thing I noticed was the scent of exotic oils wafting through the air. Other than a woman’s nectar, I had never encountered a scent so erotic, but I immediately felt both soothed and sexually charged. needlem-a led into a room and i couldn’t help but look at her beautiful ass swaying under the negligee. He led me to a room down the hall on the right and I entered a large room with a large room in the middle. She offered me a glass of water and I asked:
– I only have 70 euros to spend, will that cover a massage?
– Yes, yes, promised Andrea.
And then he left.
I sat on a chair in the room, waiting anxiously, and my imagination began to run wild. What could I buy with 70 euros? I didn’t even know if this would definitely result in a handjob… As my imagination ran wild, the door opened and Andrea walked in with a young, petite woman.
– She is Angelica, Andrea introduced her.
I looked at this beautiful young woman. Her face was very pretty – and she had the sexiest little body. Petite but with some curves, especially her nice ass. She was wearing an orange bra and thong, and my cock immediately began to harden as I developed more of an idea of what to expect.
– Take off your clothes and lie down there, she told me, after placing a disposable sheet over the mattress.
As I lay there, naked, I looked at her body… wondering if I was allowed to modestly touch her, even on her feet.
– On the stomach,m-a she instructed, then reached down to undo her bra. Damn, I thought….
I looked back over my shoulder at her as the bra slid down her body. Her breasts were small (maybe a small “B” cup), but she had the longest, most exquisite nipples I’d seen in a long, long time. Not so much as to be comical, but an inch and a half protruded from her small, perky breasts. She knelt beside me and after collecting some oil, her hands started to rub my back, legs…..
After a few minutes she grabbed my legs and said:
– Longer.
Her movements began to trail along my inner thighs, growing closer and closer to my scrotum. Before I knew it, she was caressing her hand between my buttocks and sliding down to my scrotum, rubbing gently. He reached under my body and for the first time closed his hand and tiny fingers around my rock hard cock.
A little about me. I have an average build, in decent shape, but I’m not obsessed with the gym. My penis is average length (maybe 15 cm), but incredibly thick. I felt it pulsing as her fingers encircled me. Rubbing ever so slightly, he then leaned down and began to rub his body along me. I was looking up to the side (lying on my stomach) and noticed her in the mirror on the wall, watching her nipples stiffen even more as they caressed and trailed down my body. She was riding my ass and lower back and I could feel the warmth of her pussy seeping through the thin material of her panties…it felt amazing.
At this point, the massage had already exceeded my expectations. I had hoped that she would give me a handjob to completion, but I didn’t expect the emptiness. Yet here this beautiful young woman was wriggling her firm body over mine… her nipples teasing my back. I wanted nothing more than to go back… Would she leave me?
Before I knew it, the body sliding was over and she was back innocently rubbing my legs, calves, hamstrings…
After a few minutes, her hands moved to my hip and reached up to caress my cock again. My body continued to move, rolling onto the opposite side, praying that she would turn me over so that I could look at her in something other than the mirror. But she continued to tease me, one hand teasing and grabbing my cock, while the other slipped between my buttocks, running the side of her hand along my ass. I had never been touched there before and wasn’t sure what to expect. I admit I was relieved he didn’t try to penetrate my ass, but the tingling sensation as he ran the edges of his hands past me was… well, quite pleasant.
My mind wandered and I thought, Surely my 45 minutes are up. Does it have to be as good as it gets? Perhaps sensing my mood, Angelica leaned into my ear and whispered:
– Come back, Mike…
As I did, she knelt between my spread legs and took my cock in her hand. The sensual place of her wonder fingers around the base of my cock, her cute face looking down at me and her nipples popping out of those perfect breasts made me grow even harder. I wasn’t sure of the rules, but I decided to try my luck and slid my hand to her thigh…waiting for a reaction. It was neutral, so I asked:
– Is that all right?
He looked at me with a knowing smile, reached out to take my hand – he was going to push it away – and led it to his breast. My eyes widened as I felt her gorgeous breast…my fingers kneading and massaging her flesh, then moving them on that perfect dark pink nipple….Hearing her moan as I I wrapped my fingers around her.
Once again, Angelica seemed to be inside my head… she looked at me with a smile, crawled up so her knees were towards my hips and lowered her panty clad pussy to the side bottom of my penis. She began to slide her hips up and down along my cock and I felt the material of her panties getting wetter with each slide. This girl is unbelievable. He closed his eyes and bit his bottom lip as he slid up and along my cock and for the first time in the night I suspected I was going to orgasm here…
As I felt my testicles begin to spin, Angelica suddenly… lifted off of me. What the hell? Is my time up? I have wondered. Then she rolled her hips into a sixty-nine position, placing her orange thong clad pussy an inch from my face. Before I could process what was happening, my fingers slid her thong aside, revealing her perfect pussy… and I pulled her to my face. Aiiiiii, she cried out as my tongue met her pussy… And the next thing I felt was her little mouth sliding down me. Determined to give as good as I wanted, I began to lick her…gently at first, sliding along her crease. The exquisite scent of her arousal intoxicated me as my tongue reached the base of her pussy lips and expanded… sliding into the tightest hole I had ever felt. She began to ride my face and tongue as her mouth completely enveloped my cock… and I felt her nose press against my testicles. God… My hips rose, pressing me deeper into her neck. I withdrew my tongue from her hole and moved up to her clit….Pulling her in front of me I started licking her small clit. Small circles at first….then moving my tongue back and forth…then sucking her clit between my lips….
I mentioned earlier that I had an “active sex life” during my 28 years. There has always been a major gap. An Asian woman. My high school prom date was Korean. A medium-sized, massive-breasted beauty — for any girl, let alone Asian — but I was 17 and too agitated to make a move. Yet here I am, 11 years later, with the tiniest little pussy on my face and my cock buried in this girl’s mouth and throat…
I still had her panties in my hand and yanked… Pulling it off her. She responded by spinning around, closing her eyes, positioning her hips on top of me and then resting her pussy on my cock. I have never felt anything like this in my life. It was incredibly tight. Still, so wet that she slid around my cock, every contour of her pussy squeezing and hugging every inch of the length and head of my cock. She locked eyes with me, lowered her body next to mine, and then began sliding her hips up and down my cock. Her lips went to my nipples and started sucking as she intensified her thrusting motion making me serious now….
I looked at my watch and realized that 75 minutes had passed during our “45 minute” massage. The realization that she was massaging me ‘off the clock’ only added to the sensation and my cock began to quiver and grow… Her wet pussy still felt so tight around me as she pulled her mouth from my chest and he was looking deep into my eyes… in a way that made it feel, well, so uncommercial. She started moaning with each thrust — there is no sexier sound in the world — and then I felt my testicles begin to spin…
With her lips pressed together, holding my penis so tightly, I began to explode…pulsing, and then spraying shot after shot of hot white cum into her… The sensation inspired her own orgasm and I heard her cry out in as I felt her pussy begin to spasm on my cock. Oh my God… I thought as I felt my orgasm go on and on…
As the last pangs of her orgasm gave way, Angelica collapsed onto my body… her hard nipples, firm body and pussy still tight around my slowly softening cock….
– Are you taking me out for a drink, baby…? she whispered in my ear.
We have a meeting tomorrow night.
