The erotic massage salon
I had passed this place from time to time. But today I was still sore from my 10km run at the weekend, a longer distance than I had run in a while. I keep trying to defy aging by pushing myself. After all, what is the alternative? I slowed as I passed and looked at the door of the massage parlor. Changing my position in the chair, the pain of overworked muscles decided for me.
Some massage parlors are disappointing. Unattractive staff, possibly even rude. Shallow massage, not much skill and little to no empathy from the masseuse. No happy ending. Masturbation has its place, but the company of an attractive, eager woman, and the multiple delights it can provide, make masturbation a pale and unappealing alternative by comparison. But regardless of the disappointments we might experience, I parked, walked up to the door, which was covered with privacy curtains, and knocked.
– Hello, came a female voice from inside.
She opened the door and took my hand in hers to pull me inside. She was small in height. She was not very young, but she had a very pretty face, a slender and athletic figure, with, for her size, full breasts and slender thighs and legs. She wore a see-through top that revealed the darker circles around her nipples and red shorts.
America has the most wonderful diversity of womanhood. All hair colors, shapes, heights, lengths and textures, endless variety. I have seen beautiful women in Europe, Russia, Mexico and the Caribbean. You can find them all here too, each of a different type.
– Massage? she asked.
– Yes, I answered.
She smiled and nodded several times and led me back to a neat and clean room with dim lighting and a massage table. The prices were displayed on the wall, discreetly. I paid, she looked and checked the amount, told me to undress and walked out.
I undressed and lay down on the massage table, feeling so relaxed. I didn’t put the towel over me. I was thinking what else could happen besides a therapeutic massage.
Lilly came back, turned on some nice music at a low volume, and sat near the end of the massage table behind my head. Putting oil on her hands, she spread the oil on my chest, bending and reaching over me to get as far down my body as she could. Her breasts caressed my face as she covered my chest and abdomen with massage oil. Her touch was firm and so pleasant. Simply being touched in a loving way is a pleasure.
I wanted to see and touch her perfect breasts. I unbuttoned and parted her top to free them. She paused and looked at me as I did this and smiled. I raised my arms and placed my hands on her back and pulled her to take her nipple in my mouth. She sighed and relaxed, stretching her body next to me. I sucked and caressed her nipple with my tongue. He stiffened under the stimulation. He stopped moving to enjoy the sensations and moaned softly for several minutes.
Then he caressed my face, slowly pressing into me, licking my navel, nibbling my flesh. He climbed onto the table with me, kneeling over me. He lowered his body to my face and I breathed in the scent of his pussy through the spaces between his thighs and shorts. Her scent was sweet and fresh and as she gently cradled her body over my face, the warm breath of her pussy covered me and made me harder and harder. She noticed my cock begging for her sweet attention and with each of her rocking movements her mouth began to touch me there. I felt her breath, then her lips and tongue as she gave in to the temptation and took my head into her warm wet mouth, surrounding me with the tip of her tongue.
The feel was light and refined. She continued, taking me a little deeper each time she rocked forward. Then I heard her moan, almost humming softly as she sucked on me. I confess that I love women who are vocal about their pleasure.
I undid the waistband of her shorts and held them in my arms as she squirmed out of them, never stopping her slow rocking rhythm, circling me with her tongue as she rocked back, then gobbling me up deeper each time he rocked forward.
She had the smoothest skin. Not a blemish, not even a tiny freckle that I could see. I caressed the curves of her hips and stroked her back. Her bare skin was warm and incredibly smooth, like the purest silk. She was simply delightful to the touch.
Above me was her pussy, almost close enough to lick. The tender, wavy pink flesh glistened from the wetness of her excitement. Her arousal perfume was better and more exciting than any cosmetic perfume. Like the rest of her, her pussy lips, meeting at the buds of her clit, were perfect. I tried for a moment, but I couldn’t resist. I gently pulled her back until she was attached to my mouth and began licking and caressing her with my tongue.
She moaned and shifted a little to the side to place my tongue right in the center of her opening, her juices pouring out. The pink flesh there opened as her labia swelled under the slow, gentle strokes of my tongue and the pleasure of the sensations washed over her. I wished I had a tongue that reached into her all the way, bringing her honey and wine into my mouth, where I could swallow her mouthfuls and make her a part of me. I wanted more from her.
I touched the opening of the sensitive circle of her bottom with my fingertip, enjoying the short pulse of her reaction as she closed protectively, then relaxed and opened again. I lightly traced around the opening again, first wetting my finger in my mouth and gently stroking the sides, down, pressing into the center, feeling her opening. I wanted more from her.
Her sucking slowed as she focused on this new sensation I was giving her. I wondered if I could make her orgasm by doing this. I wet my finger in my mouth again, enjoying this different taste of another part of her. This time I entered her, just a little, delicately back and forth, feeling the opening relax and invite me deeper. I sucked the taste from his finger again. I wanted more.
I stroked her again, around the opening. She pushed her hips up, inviting me into her. And I did it. Slow. Feeling it open. Pushing my finger into her. Slowly curling my fingertip from side to side inside her. Her moans grew louder. She thrust her hips up, taking more of my finger into her.
I wanted more. I moved from under her, and she understood what I was going to do. I knelt on the massage table behind her, between her legs. She raised her hips and lowered her upper body, kneeling, and offered herself to me. I couldn’t help but make love to her ass with my mouth, trying to enter her with my tongue. She squirmed and moaned and reached behind me to pull my mouth tighter against her and my tongue deeper. Again I wished for a longer tongue. I wanted more from her.
When her anus opening was completely wet from my licking and sucking, I straightened up and brought the head of my hard cock to her anus, enjoying the feel of her skin there. The head of my cock kissed her there, nuzzling into the darker skin around the opening. Then I placed myself in the center of her opening and pushed gently, insistently into her. She gasped as the head found the opening and entered, but immediately thrust her hips back into me, pulling her hands up my thighs, helping me into her. I felt her sphincter relax as I stopped pressing, caressing her back and breasts and wet cunt.
I pushed again and felt myself slide further into her. He arched his back and his breathing quickened. I felt halfway through and the sensation was so hot and tight that I had to calm myself down to take it slow and gentle.
He rocked his hips slowly from side to side to push me further. I pushed deeper, feeling her dilate as my cock explored the narrow passage. I stroked her, pulling back just enough to give more sensation, then forward just enough to give that sensation. He put his head on his arms and surrendered to the pleasure. I wanted more from her.
But I didn’t quite have it and I wanted to master it. I pushed harder and slid so that the full length and thickness of my cock was inside her.
The feeling was incredible. We rocked from side to side, feeling the sensations wash over us. We were bound together and became one body, so that we did not know where one ended and the other began. The pleasure I felt bounced back and forth between us, multiplying and growing with each iteration. I could feel her squeezing my cock, tightening around me deeply. And I responded by tightening the muscles that controlled my cock, causing it to swell inside her.
He started moving his hips back and forth. I remained motionless. He pulled my cock hard, using me as a sex toy. She squealed, moaned and cried out.
I couldn’t sit still. I matched her rhythmic strokes, driving her deep, then pulling back against the lips of her anus, then moving forward again. Again and again until she started a spastic thrill after driving me deeper than before and screamed in pleasure. Hearing her, I ejaculated. It was electric and beyond anything I had felt before. My whole body seemed to condense in the ecstatic pleasure of my cock.
His legs gave out and he collapsed on the massage table, gasping for breath as if he had just run a mile at top speed. I was still inside her, feeling the waning ripples of her orgasm, but I moved aside to lay next to her, turned her body to the side, put my arm around her, and let the reverie glow to take over.
