The sexy masseuse of my fantasies
I come in and a nurse leads me to the massage table. He tells me to undress and sit on the table face down under the towel, then he leaves. I take off all my clothes and get on the table. After a minute, the masseuse enters. From here I can only see her legs, which are very nicely tanned and smooth. I can’t see any clothes, but they are wearing very high, black, high-heeled shoes with exposed toes.
I hear the unmistakable click of a bottle of aromatic oil being closed. Moments later I feel his warm, wet hands on my back. I am immediately awakened as she squirms softly and seductively on my back. She continues the massage to perfection on my back, the oil working every part of my skin. One part escapes and slides, which further intensifies the arousal. As he works around each side of my back, he moves his hands around my body and slows down, building the erotic tension. She repeats this several times.
She stops momentarily and I hear her walk behind me and turn to the side. As she approaches, I catch a glimpse of her incredible legs. I hear the click of the bottle once more, and then I hold my breath as I feel both of his hands wrap around my upper arm. She slides up and down slowly, then repeats several times.
Moving in front of me, I wake up slightly from my daze as I realize the contact has stopped. As I stare intently at her gorgeous legs, which are now exposed right in front of my eyes, I feel her chest resting on the back of my neck. As he lays on my back, he immediately slows down and I can hear his quiet but heavy breathing as he stretches. I start moaning as I’m alert again. She responds and does the same again, this time pressing her chest even further into me and I hear what could almost be described as a moan.
My arousal levels are going through the roof now as I sense a sexual tension between us. My imagination starts to run wild and as this happens I feel activity happening downstairs. Lying on my face, this very quickly becomes so uncomfortable that I have to do something about it. As he moves on to the next part of my anatomy, I lift my nether region and strategically position myself to avoid future discomfort. This in itself is not even the most comfortable position as I effectively end up laying on top of my manhood, which in this state is less than ideal.
More noises from behind and I feel his hands on my left leg. Both hands press firmly against the skin on the back of my leg, and she slides them seductively up above my knee and continues for what seems like an eternity. In my mind, I’m frantically calculating where her hands need to be by now in relation to the towel. Just as she’s about to reach a point where excitement will overtake relaxation, she stops and slowly moves back again.
She repeats the same movement on the right leg, then turns to the left. This time, he seems to be making a more intense effort with the slide. It seems this move makes more sense. As she reaches forward, her grip eases, but continues. She continues further than last time, going right under the towel. Now the sexual tension turns into emotion. I think her hands could reach right up to my ass. But she stops, and as her hands turn to turn again, she moves them down the side of my leg, letting her thumbs work the back.
After that, I’m positively turned on and can’t wait for the next move. And it comes right away. And this time I hear her exhale as she reaches up my leg. Are they enjoying it as much as I am? It could be my imagination again, but it sure sounds like it. As she turns to go down this time, her fingertips lightly touch my bottom and as she moves her hands around my legs, I’m so high I swear if I hadn’t rearranged myself there would have been something contact!
He returns to his right leg. Now I am so turned on that I have a wild feeling in my lower abdomen and every time she reaches up and touches my bottom, it suddenly grows and fills my whole body. After a few minutes of total excitement, she stops and I recover. He moves next to me and whispers gently in my ear:
– Do you want to go back now?
It’s not a question he needs to ask twice.
As I stand up, I feel something wet underneath and realize that my excitement wasn’t just in my head. I secreted a certain liquid down there, like you do when you’re so excited. Moving the towel around me, I twist forward and as I lower myself back down I strategically position myself again. Although, to be honest, it’s a waste of time when you’re lying on your back with only a towel between you and the open air, because it leaves no room for imagination.
I see for the first time the woman who has been caressing my body for the last twenty minutes. She wears a thigh-length white masseuse gown. Her legs are clearly visible and are nicely tanned. The coat is short-sleeved; her arms are as tan as her legs. The coat has buttons at the top, but many are unbuttoned – a good deal of cleavage is visible. The coat is very tight around the bust; it seems to pop.
Her beauty seduces me, her makeup done to perfection, with intense eye makeup and earrings glinting in the light. She has long straight black hair that is tied back in a ponytail but hangs somewhat down her back. She seems to notice my appreciation from inside the towel and tries not to make it obvious. I watch her as she continues. She has a very slight smile on her face, but her eyes say everything you need to know. She enjoys it. This new fact excites me even more and for a second I have to look away.
After lubricating his hands once more, he moves next to me and squeezes my arm again. She moves down steadily and finishes with one hand holding mine with interlocking fingers, the other hand pressing from the other side. My arm is held in the air and I feel that we are connected. I watch her as she does this and for a brief second she looks back into my eyes. The connection of this second is indescribable.
As she does this again, I work up the courage to look at her and her incredible cleavage again. She wears what appears to be a white lace bra, but in combination with the tight coat, her breasts are pressed tightly together. From this angle and low-level light, the shape can be easily made out; the slight curve going up and out. I am amazed by this beauty and I stare for a second. She looks at me again and I quickly look away. I think he saw me looking.
After finishing my arms, he moves behind me. I can hear his breathing close to me. He puts his hands behind my head on my neck and begins what can only be described as the best neck massage anyone has ever given me. I squirm in pleasure as she rides her thumbs over my muscles. She runs her fingers down over my collarbone and almost around my neck as she moves her thumbs back and forth. I feel it tightens me and I like it.
Then he takes one hand while continuing to massage my neck and shoulder with the other. In the middle of the writhing of pleasure, I think I hear her breathing change, becoming more ragged and heavy, then a soft moan. My imagination is starting to run wild. What is she doing behind my head? I listen carefully but hear nothing but the intoxicating breathing that now turns me on so much that I’m sure she knows because the towel hides nothing!
Her other hand then stops and moves away. But the moaning continues. I hear a rustle and a fumble behind me. I can hear my heart beating in my ears now and it’s beating fast. I dare not move, I am caught in the spot, but I listen carefully. I’m sure I hear a button. Then another. Then my heart practically stops as I hear the sound of fabric sliding and accelerating, then the unmistakable sound of clothes hitting the floor. He just took off his coat!
God, I can’t believe it. Here I am, naked on a massage table with probably the most attractive masseuse in the world, and she’s standing behind me wearing what? what is she wearing I can only imagine, but from what I saw earlier probably not much. My heart is now in my throat and I have to keep swallowing hard to stop myself. The question now is, will he slip in without a word? This was a bet, would she realize what a terrible mistake she had made and run away hoping I hadn’t suspected anything?
The answer is no. I hear the sound of a step, then, slowly, another. She walks behind me and comes to see me. My heart beats like it never beat before. It’s knocking so loud I’m sure he can hear it. And then, she appears. I can’t help it, I turn my head to look.
Oh God.
She doesn’t look at me; he looks at the floor as he walks very slowly and seductively around me. She wears a matching white lace two-piece. The cleavage still looks as good as before, only this time I can clearly see it. Panties are like shorts; starting from the hips and ending exactly at the level of the upper part of the legs. From behind, they wrap around her perfectly round bottom as if painted, and rise so that the bottom half of her bottom is exposed.
I have to tear myself away from the breathtaking view and mentally slap myself in the face. What the heck is happening? I like it more than I should, but what’s going on? What will happen next? What will she do? What should I do? No answers to my questions, I just lie there in awe and watch her move next to me and turn. As he does this, he looks straight into my eyes. Ooohhh! My stomach churns and my heart leaps into my throat.
He has a completely different look in his eyes, half closed, very determined, as if he knows what he wants. Don’t say a word. In response, I don’t say a word either. But I watch every move he makes and I love it. Just when I don’t think I’m going to wake up, I see her raise her arm and move her hand towards me. Eyes still glued to mine, she grabs the towel and slowly slides it over her face. As it slides, the soft fabric passes over my now fully erect cock. This gives me extra stimulation and I close my eyes and breathe sharply in response.
She throws the towel on the floor and turns to my body. She takes the bottle of oil and pours it very slowly, from a great height, over me, starting at the thigh farthest from her, over my cock to the other thigh and back. Looks like she’s putting chocolate sauce on top of her favorite pudding. She puts both hands on the thigh closest to her and starts massaging me, up and down, stroking me very gently. She works her way down to my stomach and back down to my leg. Each time, she stretches her fingers a little further. He starts bumping into my pubic region. This touch excites me so much that my penis jumps in the air and moves from left to right. The next time she moves down my thigh, her fingers touch my cock.
He then moves his right hand down and over the top of my leg, down my inner thigh. Meanwhile, her left hand places it on my stomach and rests it there. She puts a slight pressure on me, like she’s holding me down. Her right hand moves down the inside of my leg to my knee, then moves back up. When he reaches the top, he rests his arm down on my leg and slides his entire arm up over my pelvic region. As she does this, her fingers slide over my testicles and the base of my cock.
The tension is unbelievable. There is now a small pool of seminal fluid under the head of my penis where it has been leaking out in anticipation. My breathing is now very quick and shallow and I breathe very short, I can’t help it. Now she moves her hand back, very slowly in the opposite direction, only this time her fingers come up and move right over my cock, her hand following shortly after. She continued running her hand all the way down. It’s so slow and seductive; I swear to God I’m going to erupt!
She moves her fingers around and down under my testicles and continues to slide smoothly and easily. In response, I open my legs and lift my pelvis slightly. He seems to like it and lets out an audible sigh of excitement, “mmmm yes.” He moves his hand back up my cock, leading with his palm. When she reaches the head of my cock, her hand turns and her fingers wrap around the middle of it. She moves her thumb over the top of his head and back. He now has a firm grip on my cock.
I notice her raise her left hand, which she moves towards herself. He stretches out his fingers and slips them under his panties on his stomach. He slowly slides his hand down under her panties until his entire hand is inside. She looks at me, straight into my eyes, and I look at her. I guess she’s already pretty excited; as soon as her hands start moving in there she starts writhing in pleasure. He begins to moan; her eyes close, then open again and stare at me. She’s trying to keep it quiet, you can tell, but the pleasure is too much.
He stops for a moment and calms down, his hand still in position. Her other hand is still firmly encircling my cock. She looks back at me and says very quietly and sensually:
– Do you want me to finish the massage now?
I nod. Not later, I feel his hand moving down, taking the skin around my cock with it. She does this quite slowly at first. As she reaches the bottom and the head of my cock is exposed, she stops and slowly moves her hand back up. As he does this, I can’t help but squirm in pleasure and anticipation, screaming for breath.
– Oh God!
He obviously started again with the other hand as he moans and groans again. This turns me on even more and I start moaning. As she moans she looks back at me and her mouth drops open in a gasp and screams “Oh yes!!” She accelerates with her right hand and my breathing and writhing movements intensify. Her moans become more erratic and sharper and as she does this she rushes up, masturbating me with her right hand and masturbating with her left.
As I look at this incredible sight in front of me, I can feel the cum building up inside me and rising with each pump of her hand. We both moan at each other like wild animals and then, as she climaxes, she lets out a considerably higher and more intense scream of pleasure that continues with each breath for a moment or two. At this point we are both looking into each other’s eyes and I know she is nearing orgasm. This is enough to send my arousal levels through the roof and with that I let out a short scream and hold my breath in anticipation. She looks straight at me with determined eyes and pumps my cock one last time and holds it.
My whole body heaves with pleasure, my head falls back and my eyes close. I feel the pumping of my pelvic muscle and moments later the incredible sensation of ecstasy as the sperm is shot from my penis onto my abdomen. I can hear her moaning in the background as she looks on happily.
– Oh, God, yes, ooohh fuck it, that’s damn hot, oooohhh!.
My muscles pump again and even more cum is pumped out of my body, this time shooting over the top onto the floor behind me. She starts to laugh, but it turns into an orgasmic moan of excitement.
– Ooohhhh, hell YES! GOD!
My pelvic muscle continues to pump and pump, each time another injection of semen is released from me. I writhe in ecstasy and regain my senses to open my eyes and look at her. She is so excited and excited that she looks like she is going to jump on me.
As the orgasm subsides and I begin to realize how ridiculously high my heart rate is, I take the chance to appreciate her stunning body once more; Her stunningly beautiful face, her long black hair, her fantastic cleavage, her sexy, slim and toned stomach and her insanely seductive hips and thighs. As I lay there I can’t believe what just happened and how lucky I was.
I will definitely come back to this erotic massage parlor!
