I'd had so many therapeutic massages over the years prior to this, but after my teasing jack-off and cum sessions with Trina watching me, the need to have something much more sensual was triggered.
Being my first time seeking a fully erotic type massage, I did a lot of homework in trying to choose a masseuse. It probably took about three months to both figure out who I wanted to see and then work out the butterflies. This would be out of my comfort zone.
I settled on a girl called Chelsea who was reputed to have both a therapeutic type skillset along with a more sensual touch.
Once arranged by email, I'd been thinking about it in nervous anticipation all week long. For this particular appointment, I chose a Friday after work, intending to leave work early to head to a more industrial part of town, where her place was located.
I'd even considered cancelling the appointment a couple of times but took the plunge. Luckily it was a light Friday at work and I left the construction site well in advance of my appointment.
The location didn't give me confidence though. It was an older part of town with a lot of warehouses, industry and older apartment buildings.
It was already too late I guess. I clicked the power door locks on the keyfob satisfied that I was a discreet distance from Chelsea's building. Ten minutes early for my massage appointment. Given the state of the broken sidewalks and unappealing buildings, briefly I considered walking back to the vehicle.
This could be a time. My inner voice was flashing a warning. The suburban business district that I was in had seen better days. Boarded-up storefronts. Graffiti upon layers of other graffiti.
The sidewalk was no better. Had it been nighttime, assuredly I would have bailed. Holding a little hope, I told myself that her building would probably be in better condition. It wasn't.
The callbox to enter the stucco walkup looked like something out of the fifties. Expecting it not to work, I was surprised when the annunciator buzzed like a tired school bell and unlocked the door.
That's when the newbie nervousness kicked in. Not only was this one of my first forays into an all-out erotic massage, but it also looked like I was walking into a building that housed a half dozen crack houses.
The corridor rug smelled like a damp mop, and as I approached her apartment, the fire door next to it looked like something out of a Steven King movie, ready to clank shut and lock me in the building.
Along with inexperience and anxiety, the setting wiped out any erotic thoughts and expectations.
"Hi, Zach." Chelsea opened the door halfway to usher me in.
I was greeted by a twenty-something full figured straw-haired-blonde. Her kind face and perfectly applied makeup put me at ease. Two deadbolts clicked solidly behind her. Chelsea smiled brightly. I trusted that I'd met her expectations, though I sensed that she read through my nervousness.
"You're cute," Chelsea said, opening her arm towards the living area.
"Thanks," my words were quiet and difficult to find. "You're- pretty."
Chelsea was an unexpected gem, considering the setting. "Would you like a shower?"
"I had one, but -," I wasn't even certain of the etiquette for this type of massage. Would she be offended if I said no? "Sure, why not."
I undressed in the smallish bathroom that was surprisingly tidy considering the setting and exterior of her apartment. Lightly soaping and rinsing, I rushed my wash nervously.
"You can put your clothes there." Chelsea pointed to a sole wood chair in the corner of her lightly furnished living room. Indeed aside from a simple couch and end table, there wasn't much except for the massage table right smack in the middle of the room. There was hypnotic instrumental alt-rock music playing. Heavy brown drapes let little light inside. Still five pm, the setting made it feel like nighttime in some sort of patron-less seedy pub.
Plopping the bundle of clothing that was strategically placed in front of my cock, I turned back to Chelsea, this time damp and nude as the day I was born.
"Just relax." Chelsea traced a finger down the center of my chest, and stomach, bypassing my flaccid cock and then circling my tight freshly shaved balls. "Don't be nervous. Just lie down Zach, I'll take care of everything."
Being one of those guys who just loves testicle stimulation, Chelsea skillfully woke up my cock. It warmed with the surge of blood, while I shuffled face down on the table.
My new-found masseuse had strength, kneading my muscles almost as well as my therapeutic and sports massages, except I was totally naked. She knew how to manipulate a man's body. Without directly touching anything erogenous her strokes were close enough to the good parts to rally my arousal.
"How is it?" Chelsea asked with her elbows making firm circles in my low back.
"Good, thank you." I wondered if she even heard me through the face-hole coupled with my shyness-softened voice. Chelsea was applying oil to my back.
The music track changed. Rhythmically perfect I sensed that she increased the volume slightly. Chelsea's hands swept across my back, and with more attention being paid to my glutes the massage changed from intimate to erotic. Her oiled elbows pressed into my buttcrack parting my cheeks.
"Mmm." I moaned softly. Whether she heard me or not, my body said yes.
The next pass of her oiled elbows went further, stopping and holding at my sphincter.
Oh, fuck yes. I liked that. Silently I slid my ankles apart.
Whether she needed the invitation or not didn't seem to matter. Her elbow pressed down again, passing my asshole then kneading and squashing my hairless balls.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. It was perfect. It was almost as if Chelsea knew what I loved, and I loved my balls played with heavily, roughly at times. "Mmm." Assuredly my moan was much louder this time.
She attacked my glutes with both elbows this time, forcing them between my inner thighs, across my asshole then squishing and massaging my testicles in multiple tempestuous ways.
Jesus, she had it right on the edge of being sore but not. It was heavenly torment. The kind of torment that had the sperm factories in my jewels working overtime. I was making a big load of seed. I could only hope that she would get it all out! I pressed against her massage. This was unexpected and worth every second.
Chelsea switched to my legs, oiling them up and attacking the muscles with her elbows once again. When she slipped and slid them up towards my inner thighs, she teased for much too long before finally kneading my eager balls again.
"God yes," I muttered with her forceful pressure.
Chelsea palmed one in each hand and tugged them back.
"Fuck nnuuh."
She pulled harder.
