DISCLAIMER: No, this story is not real. Hell, it might not even sound realistic. The people are real (although the names have been changed), but that's about it. I'm not big on build-up or character development, so if that's what you're looking for, prepare to be disappointed. I hope you enjoy it, but if you don't I probably won't lose any sleep over it...
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I've always enjoyed a nice massage, but it was rare that I ever treated myself to one. It was with a great deal of excitement, therefore, that I walked into one of the local day spas for my appointment. I was offered something to drink, which I declined, and was greeted shortly thereafter by Carly, the woman who would be giving me my massage. When I saw her, I seriously considered asking for a different girl. She was probably in her mid-twenties with long, blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. She had a few extra pounds on her, something I find quite attractive in a woman. Her breasts were probably a B-cup, and they were contained by a very sexy red spaghetti-strap top, cut low enough to show what cleavage her breasts were able to create. My concern was that I would get so turned on during my massage that my hard-on might offend her. I decided against making a change, however, and proceeded to follow Carly into the room.
She left me to disrobe, returning a few minutes later with some steamed towels. As she began rubbing my back, she apologized because her shirt kept lightly brushing against my back. I told her not to worry about it, although in my head I wished I could tell her to take it off.
The massage itself was wonderful, but I found myself getting turned on as she worked her way down to my lower back and around my hips. The situation worsened when she uncovered my legs one at a time and started working on them. I could feel my cock harden, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hide it once I rolled onto my back.
A few minutes later, after she was done with my legs and feet, she held the blanket up for me to roll over before placing it back on top of me. My cock was quite hard, so the only way it was comfortable, without drawing attention to it, was to point it up towards my stomach. I'm not exactly huge, but I am quite big (almost eight inches long and about six inches around), so when she lowered the blanket to my waist the head of my cock poked out.
"Ooops!" she exclaimed. "Sorry!" She quickly covered it back up.
"Don't apologize," I said. "I'm one who's sorry. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
