The first massage
Rick had never had a massage before and didn’t have the courage to try to give one himself. But Ray’s friend excused him.
– You should try Dawn. She’s licensed, she’s trained, she’s really good, you’re going to feel great, Ray said as the two walked out of a long rehearsal.
The idea continued to gnaw at Rick, day and night. He found himself fantasizing more and more about a woman massaging his body. He had very little body hair and he imagined the masseuse’s hands sensually releasing the oil into his smooth skin.
But then he would catch himself. He felt that if he was going to get a massage, it should be a real massage, for the right reasons, not some veiled hope of hooking up with some woman who probably wouldn’t have the slightest interest in him anyway. After all, this masseuse was licensed, experienced, and probably had to deal with a lot of patients every day. Why would his body be different from everyone else’s?
But his mind wandered to his large penis, to women telling him they were surprised at how sweet he was, to images of himself in the mirror, lithe, young, coordinated. He imagined the masseuse as young, blonde, intelligent, sensual. Then he would catch himself again, suddenly afraid that he would lay down on the massage table with an erection. She vowed to keep her mind off sex if she ever got the massage.
Finally, Rick decided that if he promised himself to be as professional about getting a massage as he expected the masseuse to be, he would go ahead and call her.
Once he made the call, it seemed too easy. He had an appointment.
On the day of the appointment, he drove to the masseuse’s address and couldn’t contain his joy at doing something he really wanted to do. He imagined that all those drivers and pedestrians who saw him in his car would want to trade with him if they only knew where he was going.
As she headed for the door and rang the bell, she caught herself again, wiped the grin off her face, vowed to appreciate the massage in a mature way, and promised herself to keep her mind off sex . It was going to be a wholesome experience.
Dawn answered the door and welcomed him inside. His chest swelled as he realized that she was blonde, somewhat petite, with a nice figure, wearing shorts and a t-shirt. She was friendly and relaxed and sat him down to ask if he had any particular areas he should focus on. He explained that this was his first massage and he just wanted a good frequency to get things rolling.
She smiled and led him to the table, told him to take off his clothes and get under the sheet; she’ll be back when he’s ready.
– Um… should I take off all my clothes? he asked.
– Sure, just make yourself comfortable. It’s easier for me to work if you take them all out, she said as she left the room.
Rick realized that this was her apartment and it felt warm and familiar. The professional massage table had a pillow and a sheet, and as he sat on the table, he couldn’t believe he was naked under a sheet waiting for a beautiful woman to walk into the room and touch him all over.
No, he wasn’t going to go there. Be serious, he told himself. But what if he had an erection? He should catch his breath and relax. But if? Okay, he told himself, she must be used to dealing with this. He would have apologized and clarified that he had no perverse intentions.
– Are you ready? Dawn asked softly from outside the room.
– Uh, yes, I am, Rick said and realized he was sweating slightly with anticipation. He tried to relax and act like he got massages every week. He was trying to feel quite normal when Dawn entered the room from somewhere behind him and approached his head.
She lifted his head gently, rocked him and massaged his face, which eased some of his worries away. He let himself relax and felt that he could handle this situation responsibly and enjoy it.
Dawn greased her hands and went to the other end of the table to work on his legs, and Rick felt a tingle of excitement, which he brushed away. But as she lifted her thighs, he had to move his head to the side and focus on breathing to remove the arch of his cock.
Dawn moved in next to him to work on his hand and arm and gave Rick an unexpected gift. The moment she massaged his forearms, Rick got an erection. This time he couldn’t keep it down. Each time she penetrated his forearms, his cock rose harder. He had never had any idea that his forearms were an erogenous zone.
Finally, he worked up the courage to say:
– I’m sure you’ve seen so many. I’m sorry, but I can’t help my erection. I didn’t know my arms were so sensitive.”
Dawn muttered a few words of reassurance, slid her arm up and pulled it across her body, narrowly avoiding the tentacle that covered his cock. As if trying not to stand out, his cock was curved in a hard arc to his navel.
She moved behind his head again and he heard her run more oil onto her hands.
She placed her hands on his shoulders and rubbed him, first small circles, then larger and larger circles, down his chest and up his sides, first down his pecs, over his nipples, and up his his ribs, then down to his navel and up his sides. Each time she stroked a little further towards his stiff cock, which was wobbling under the sheets.
Rick’s mind pulled so hard on him that he had to let go. After all, how could she know what he was thinking? He might as well enjoy his thoughts. He couldn’t hide his erection anyway.
Now he saw himself, in his mind, sprawling over his head as Dawn advanced. He was seen grabbing her bottom by her shorts and pulling her onto the table on top of him. He was squeezing her ass with his head between her legs in the 69 position.
But in fact he was doing nothing of the sort. He was good at his promises. Still, his arms were tense and seemed ready to rise as he imagined reaching around her to pull her down and feel her kinky ass behind him.
Dawn was rubbing her nipples and reaching her hand over her stomach for her erection and pulling back up when suddenly the strangest thing happened. Rick yawned.
And as he yawned, his eyes closed, he suddenly felt the taste and roughness of the dry cloth in his mouth. The fabric of a T-shirt. A T-shirt with a breast in it. Dawn had seen his mouth open wide and put her breast right in his mouth.
Split reality.
Rick’s mind knew exactly what was going to happen now: his arms were going to release from the trap and hug her lower back, then slide forward to lift her shirt and let the skin of her breast enter his mouth wet. He would suck her nipple hard and she slid her warm hands under the sheet covering his hard arched cock. He reached out to her so desperately. She let her oiled hands slide down his stomach under his cock and grab him at the base.
Meanwhile he would cup both of her breasts and bring her nipples together so he could put them both in his mouth at once and suck and nibble on them. And she would moan and pause for a moment as she stroked his cock from base to tip.
Frantically, his hands would undo the buttons and zipper of her shorts, and she would pull away from his cock to help him out of her shorts. He then pulled her bottom over him as he slid his tongue from her belly button to her wet pussy where he buried his mouth.
He would fall into another world as he felt her mouth close over his cock and take it all the way to the root as he squeezed her juicy pussy, sliding from her clit through her slit to her ass and back until he nibbling his way back to her clit. He pressed his lips around her clit and sucked her little clit into his mouth and licked it gently and furiously with his tongue in all directions.
He would knead his ass, and she would suck his cock, holding his balls, and then, because she was trained and knew bodies so well, she would slide her oiled finger up his ass and up to his prostate and.. .
But the shocking taste of the dry cloth in his mouth, and his determination to be professional, made him deny to himself that he had a breast in his mouth. And a harsh reality burst into his dreams.
He pulled his mouth back from her t-shirt and it wasn’t easy because Dawn had really thought his mouth was going to her breast so she’d let him shove it right into that gaping hole, thinking he was dying of thirst With his erection swinging at her and begging for help, her professionalism broke. But this guy wasn’t even asking for anything! It pushed her over the edge, but only for a moment.
He managed to get the breast out of his mouth and even blindly pretended that nothing had happened, that it had been an innocent little collision.
Dawn finished the massage and excused herself so Rick could get up and get dressed. She headed straight to her bedroom to change into dry panties and clean shorts.
To thank her, Rick gave her a long hug and scheduled another date. This time, she was the one who vowed to stay on the professional side.
