This is a true story. Sorry, it's not too long.
About six months ago I began looking for a new massage therapist since my regular, June, retired due to carpal tunnel surgery and age, after 15 years of seeing her. I wasn't really sure how to approach women about the possibility of a happy ending. Something June had done. Although she always remained dressed, I did not mind since what she offered was really good.
I had gone to a couple of places, and while the massages were longer and more thorough than June's had been, no release was offered. I never came out and asked, but since they kept my midsection draped, I figured it was best not to mention any ideas.
Then about three months ago, I went to a lady who worked out of her home. She greeted me at the door wearing a T-shirt and jeans. Her name was Shelly, a black lady with long dark hair, whom I estimated to be in her mid-twenties. She had me get undressed while she warmed up some lotion. I saw no towel, so I stripped nude, and just as I had laid face down on the table, she came in.
"Are you ready?" She asked.
"Yes, I am looking forward to this."
The massage started just like the others, with the exception of no covering. Her soft hands worked over my upper and lower back, then she moved my ankles and worked up each leg in turn. When she started to caress my butt, I felt my arousal level building up.
"OK, you can turn over now." She said. "Will I need to cover anything?"
I rolled onto my back and informed her I was comfortable being exposed. My hopes were greater since she did not mind it. After working on my legs, she started on my chest. When her hands gently massaged my abdomen, I felt fingertips graze against my cock a few times. This quickly had me fully aroused.