"Welcome!" A tall blonde lady addressed him as he walked in the massage parlor. It was a small building off the main road, but for its location the parlor was well kept. There was bamboo-decorated green wallpaper behind attentively trimmed bonsai trees lining the walls and two sleek black benches for clients to wait at. The woman that addressed him was standing behind a black counter with a bowl of lifesaver mints on its left wing.
"You're Johnathan, right?" She asked, checking something off on a paper hidden behind the reception desk.
"That's me," he said awkwardly. He had never gotten a massage before, but after pulling one too many muscles at the gym he had decided to give it a shot.
"You're right on time. Go on back and make yourself comfortable. You're my last client today," she said cheerily.
Nodding, John walked through the indicated doorway, pushing aside the aesthetic sheet hanging over it.
The room had a white massage table in the center and decorative zen garden accessories scattered about. There were shoots of bamboo in pots and even a little tree on a table. Ocean waves were playing from hidden speakers and there was a towel waiting for him on the table.
He took his shoes and socks off, then waited unsure what to do next.
The blonde woman walked in again, "Let's get started, my name is Amanda, but you can call me Amy. You signed up for a full body massage, so go ahead and take off the rest of your clothes and wrap that towel around you."
She turned around to give him some privacy and he complied, stripping off everything down to his underwear, then he wrapped the towel around himself.
"Ok, all set," he told her, noticing how her body curved from behind to show off a perky bubble butt. He shook the thought from his mind and laid face-down on the table.
"Great! Alright this may feel a bit cold at first." John heard something squirt from a bottle, then a hand slathered lukewarm massage oil on his back. She worked up his spine and onto his shoulders, easing away what felt like years of tension.
Next she drizzled oil on his calves and started rubbing them, going farther up his legs until her hands were on his thighs. Something about the idea of a stranger touching his thighs sent a thrill through John, but he suddenly became very aware of his dick in the process. He started putting all his willpower into staying flaccid, trying to think about literally anything else.
She moved down to his feet and rubbed them out. It felt amazing, but he was still distracted by his thoughts earlier. To his dismay, she reached up and folded the towel on him, then tsked when she saw his underwear.
"I'm going to need these off to do your glutes, just sit still a moment,"
She hooked her oiled hands into his waistband, then pulled his underwear down, carrying the towel with it. He blushed, still face down on the table, becoming semi-erect. She replaced the towed just beneath his buttocks and started digging into them with her thumbs, expertly releasing pent up pain and knots even there.
"Ok, go ahead and flip over."
He did so, pulling the towel snugly over his pelvis to cover his semi-hard dick.
She flipped her hair back and moved over to his head, taking it in her hands and gently pushing it to stretch his neck. Looking up, he couldn't help but notice her tits hanging down in her shirt. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra.
She massaged his arms, then went down the sides of his stomach and reached to push the towel away from the sides of his thighs, but he reached out and grabbed her hand.
"I um, I don't think I'm comfortable being naked around a total stranger."
"Oh! I'm so sorry John. Here, its ok. Don't be embarrassed," she stopped and pulled her shirt over her head, making John's jaw drop at her respectable perky tits.
"It was getting a little hot in here anyway," she dropped her sweatpants, standing just far enough that John could see her recently shaved groin, only now stubbling with hair.
