"It is good to see you all here. We have planned the week so there is a mix of presentations and group activities," the lead trainer had explained.
There were over 100 middle managers from the banking world on a retreat at a hotel in Goa.
It was great for networking and getting to know the latest developments in the sector. We were packed into a conference room as we had to sit through the presentation.
As I sat there, I was already planning my week away from the conference room. The idea of a week with 100 other middle managers in a conference room was my idea of hell. It had been offered to me several times by my higher ups and I had refused to attend. This was before they had decided the location for the conference.
When I learned that the conference was at a luxury resort in Goa, my interest suddenly changed. A luxury resort in between attending the compulsory conference was not the worst idea in the world and I agreed to attend on behalf of my branch.
So away from the conference room, I had planned to make use of the spa facilities and I had already booked in a massage. I was going to make sure this was a relaxing holiday.
It was my 44th birthday 2 weeks ago but no one remembered. I was 8 years divorced so I was not expecting much from my ex-husband but not even my son remembered to say happy birthday. I had been spoiled him too much and now that he was away at university, he did not have much time for me. As no one had bought me a treat for my birthday or a gift to celebrate, this trip to Goa was my little treat to celebrate.
It took an eternity for the first day of the conference to end but we were eventually freed from the restrictive conference room to enjoy the facilities. The conference ended late and I just had enough time to make it to the treatment room.
The manager greeted me with that warm smile they always do at these places. She was very polite as she checked my booking.
"Mrs Bajpayee, I am very sorry. Unfortunately, we are having a difficult time today as our usual masseuse is not available due to a rather unfortunate sudden illness. We have a new trainee available and he has had many glowing reviews from the few male clients he has seen but he is a male. Again, I apologize for the inconvenience. Are you still happy to go ahead with it or we can re-arrange for when the masseuse returns?" She asked.
"It is Ms. I do not mind that it is a male. But since it is a trainee and a rather inexperienced trainee from your description, I expect an appropriate discount," I said. It was the Indian aunty in me to get a discount wherever I could. She gladly agreed and I had presumed there had been many cancellations as she was eager to agree to a discount.
She introduced me to Jamil the masseuse. He was of average height and dark skinned. He looked no older than 19 or 20. He was skinny and I wondered how he would possibly perform a massage as he did not look strong. I felt a little short changed by the discount as I felt I could have got more. He had a fresh faced look about him and I found him cute. He was Muslim and well it made me wonder how he differed from Hindu men like my husband, if you know what I mean. He showed me to the room and said I could undress and lay down on the massage table as he closed the door and stayed outside of the door. I had a towel to cover my bottom half and he would have unrestricted access to my back.
I dressed down to my panties and bra. I unclipped my bra and removed the shoulder straps so that the cups were covering my breasts.
As I arrived at 44 years old, my body was not what it once was. Over the years I had put on some weight and my breasts had begun to sag. My sex life was dormant since my divorce and it was not very active before then. My husband was not sexually interested in me for many years. We were actively engaging in sex in the first few years of marriage and my son was the result of that active sex life. I was slim in my 20's but I never really regained my body after giving birth. My husband lost all interest after watching me give birth and my post partum body did not revive his interest. The flame of our passions had been extinguished long ago as we hurtled towards a tepid divorce many years ago.
In part, I enjoyed massages because of the feeling of warmth and sensuality it created in my body. I always found myself unusually aroused by someone touching my naked flesh. But I had only ever had a massage from women before so this would be new for me.
"Madam, may I enter?" He said as he knocked on the door.
"Yes," I replied softly. The room was dimly lit but for a few candles that were lighting up the room. Jamil rubbed the oil in his hands and then softly applied it to my shoulders. His hands were soft but firm at the same time.
"How is that, Madam?" He asked and I liked his politeness.
"Good," I replied as he began to gently massage the upper shoulders and base of my neck. His hands had the touch of tenderness that began to build that sensual feeling within me already and the subtle undertones of arousal were also building within me.
"Madam, your skin is very lovely and soft. You take really good care of it," he complimented. It was welcome although a little surprising as most of my massages were done in silence.
"At my age, I must take good care of my skin," I reply.
"Madam, you look very youthful to me and beautiful," he commented and I wondered was this his normal client chatter or was he flirting with me? I went quiet for a moment as I wanted to enjoy the soothing touch of his palms and his fingers as they dug into my flesh and worked out the knots in my muscles.
His thumbs began to exert more force as he tried to work out the knots in my back.
As a result, he had to partly climb on the table to dig in.
"Uff," I moaned at the pressure. Was this a pleasurable moan? I wondered briefly. I was enjoying this massage more than usual. Was it arousing me to be touched by a man after so many years?
As he was leaning over on the table his crotch brushed the back of my hand by accident. I tried to ignore this at first but out of instinct I cupped his crotch. I could not for the life of me tell you why I did this. I don't know if it was the lack of attention I had from men, simple curiosity or the compliments he had given me but I needed to touch him and well his cock was stiffening as I groped and squeezed it.
He all of a sudden stopped out of shock and I quickly played dead with my hand. He seemed to be frozen and unable to move but I decided to regain control of the situation with my usual bossy nature.
"Zor se!" I said as I took my bossy work tone.
"Sorry, Madam," he replied as he came out of his frozen state.
His massage commenced once more but I noticed that he had backed off a little and I did not like this.
"Put some effort in, young man. Zor se!" I repeated. My tone becoming more impatient.
He climbed back on once more and began to massage me with more effort.
I could feel him working hard as he tried to make up for the lost time. As he put in more effort he was sweating. He was a few inches away from me as his mind seemed to be focused on the massage and that momentary hesitation he had shown was forgotten once more.
There was an arousal building inside of me as he massaged me.
He was within touching distance of my hand once more and the temptation to touch him was growing. He was focused on the massage and I sensed an opportunity. I loosened his pajamas and my hand went into his underwear. His cock was erect and at this moment I realized I loved the feel of a circumcised cock. There was no peeling back needed and it was ready for use.
"Madam, no. Please behave!" He said. Despite his protestations I knew he was just aroused as his cock was juiced with precum and he had plenty of lube making it easy to stroke his cock.
He tried to back away but I squeezed his cock and he stopped in his tracks. I was in control of him as I gently stroked him. His cock was sensitive and I felt it jerk and engorge at my gentle strokes.
"Madam!" He groaned but unable to complete his sentence.
Another stroke and he began to violently jerk as he came all over the towel and my hand. He had the sensitivity of a virgin.
I lifted my hand to my lips and licked the cum off my fingers as I looked directly at him. I held his gaze as I licked my fingers seductively. I wanted him like I had never wanted anyone before.
"I still have 10 minutes of my massage left or should I complain about what you did on my towel?" I teased in a seductive tone.
"But Madam...but...madam...," he stuttered as he realized I had all of the power.
He completed the massage and I gave him a generous tip after I was done.
