I had never been to a massage parlor before, but a recent game of basketball had left me pretty sore, so I figured I could use a little help in relieving the pain from a professional. On the recommendation of a friend I went to a little joint called Liquid Hands Massage. I was greeted by an attractive middle-aged brunette lady who told me it would be $60 for an hour massage, and that I could wait for my masseuse in room number three.
Upon entering the room, I took a seat on the massage table, without bothering to undress. Five minutes later the masseuse walked in. I couldn't believe my good luck. Surely this was the most divine looking masseuse in the whole establishment. Her names was Michelle, and her body was to die for. Her breasts look to be about a c-cup, her hips could best be described as child bearing, and her ass was just asking to be penetrated. But for as gorgeous as her body was, her face was even better. Her long brunette hair fell half way down her back, she had flawless skin, a perfect smile, and sexy green eyes that were looking up and down my still clothed body. After we'd exchanged pleasantries she got right down to business. Tugging on my shirt she said, "Well it's going to be tough giving you a massage with all those clothes on. Do you want to take them off for me?"
I was more than eager to acquiesce. I'd been spending a lot of time at the beach swimming, and I wanted to show this girl my swimmer's body and dark brown tan. I stripped down until I had nothing left on but my boxer-briefs which did little to hide my growing bulge. This being my first time, I wasn't sure if I should leave them on or not, but then Michelle gave me a little encouragement. "You should probably take those off as well. You'll get more of a complete massage that way."
My cock instantly began rising when I heard this. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but I interpreted that to mean that I might get a happy ending, something I was hoping for when I had chosen this particular parlor. With my cock now semi-erect, I pulled down my briefs and stepped out of them. I caught Michelle taking a quick glance at my large dangle, but didn't say anything. For her part, Michelle slipped casually out of her robe to reveal a blue lace bra, and a black g-string she was wearing underneath. It took full concentration to keep my cock from flying at full mast when I got my first glance of that tiny black string running down Michelle's butt crack. She asked me if I would prefer to wear a towel, or just lie down naked, and being comfortable with my body I chose the ladder, and lay facing down nude on the massage table.
She began by working my shoulders, deeply lathering massage oil on my back, and repeatedly asking me how her fingers made me feel. She continued down my back and continued saying sweet nothings, at one point even saying, "Umm, it feels so good to run my fingers down your muscular back."
"Trust me, it doesn't feel anywhere near as good as actually getting this massage," I replied.
"I'm glad to hear that. I hope by the time we're down today your body will feel completely satisfied."
Her sexy dialogue was turning me on, but I became even more aroused when she walked in front of the table, leaving her hot ass a mere inches from my face. In this position she bent down to get some different type of lotion out of a bottom cupboard. The fabric of her g-string was so thin that when she bent down I could see the very edges of her pussy lips. The temptation to touch the smooth, light brown skin on her ass was killing me, so without really thinking it over, I gently ran my fingers over her right butt cheek. She immediately moved my hand a way, looked over her shoulder, and said, "Remember I'm the only one that's allowed to do any touching."
And with that she grabbed her g-string and readjusted it, just to tease me. By now I was sufficiently turned on, and she made matters even better by straddling me for the next part of the back massage. She continued to work down lower and lower until she worked out all the knots. When she was done with my back, she climbed off the table and began massaging my buttocks. She was kneading my ass like it was bread, and it felt amazing. While she continued to massage my ass with her left hand, she took her right hand and began to trace a line under my thigh, until her hand was on my penis. She began playing with the head, drawing circles around the place where the tip meets the shaft. She then started actually stroking my tip, but instead of cupping my penis in her hand, she did it by reaching her fingers down vertically like one of those claws for picking up stuffed animals. She did this for no more than ten seconds, massaged my ass for another couple of minutes, and then asked me to flip over.
It was quite a turn on knowing this gorgeous masseuse was would be looking at my meat, right after she'd just jerked it around. Also, lying on my back I got a much better view of Michelle, a view which would improve almost immediately. Before she began to massage me again, she asked, "You wouldn't mind if I took my bra off, would you?"
"I can't complain," I said, as she unhooked it from the back, and let her ample tits fall out.
With her wondrous breasts now on full display, I was unable to keep myself composed, and my wood rose to full glory. I got kind of embarrassed, saying, "I'm sorry about that. I can't really help it."
