"Yeah, I'm gonna get a massage the first chance I get," I answered.
"I'm glad you said that. I signed you up with my favorite masseuse. His name is Paulo. He is from Brazil, the tall dark and handsome type, and his accent gets me super wet," she informed me. I wanted to shout, 'Mom!' again but refrained. I was not used to hearing her talk like she had been on this particular trip. I just gave her a look and kept driving.
She ignored my look an continued, "If you pay a little extra, which I did by the way, they will give you a full body massage."
"Why do you have to pay extra? That is usually just an option." I said perplexed.
"No when I say full, I mean full," she gestured with one hand making circles a few inches away from her large chest and the other making the same motion just above her crotch, "body massage. They will get you off in ways that you may have never experienced before. Paulo has some really nice hands, and if you're feeling adventurous, and exquisite cock."
My jaw dropped. I could not believe what my mother was saying to me. I sat silently, mouth agape, listening to her tell me about a time when Paulo had given her the time of her life.
"...you should really give it a try," she concluded.
"Mom, are you serious," I finally said breaking my silence. "I came to visit to tell you about my engagement, and you are telling me I should cheat on Ben."
"Sweetie," she said soothingly, "it's not cheating if you pay for a sensual massage."
"I feel like Ben would see it differently," I retorted. "I cheated on him once and I felt so guilty about Ito told him. He forgave me, and I promised I wouldn't do it again." I then told her about the night I got drunk while Ben was out of town and slept with my friend and her boyfriend.
She looked at me over the rims of her reading glasses. "Look, Mel, I want you to enjoy yourself. Don't do anything you are not comfortable doing, but I'm telling you you will regret it if you don't have a good time today. Trust me. Paulo is worth every penny I payed him to show you a good time." I merely nodded. I wasn't sure what to say. I drove the rest of the trip in silence.
We got to the spa and hotel late in the morning and checked into our room. There was a message at the desk for me. It explained that my appointment with Paulo was at noon. I looked at my phone to see the time. I had roughly fourty minutes to settle in before heading to the spa.
As I was leaving the room for my massage, Mom reminded me to make sure I have a good time. I shook my head and smiled giving her an, 'Oh Mom,' expression. It didn't take long to check in for my appointment.
"Right this way," a lovely young desk attendant said as she led me back into a massage room. The room had a very relaxing motif. The walls were painted a warm green tone. Potted plants sat around the room. There was a wood and paper screen in the corner. "You can undress behind the screen. When you are ready, push this button," she told me pointing to a small red button on the end of the massage table positioned in the center of the room. "Please ask us if you need anything," The attractive woman said before leaving the room.
I stepped behind the screen where I found a rack with empty hangers on it. I stepped out of my flip flops. Then, I pulled my T-shirt up and over my head before hanging it on one of the hangers. I added my pants to the rack after I removed them and put them neatly on a second hanger. I reached between my shoulder blades and unclasped my bra letting my full C-cup breasts free. I massaged the underside of each breast. The feeling of removing my bra always pleased me. Next, I reached down to my hips and pushed my cute black panties down before stepping out of them one foot at a time. There was a shelf on top of the rack where I nearly placed my bra and panties and retrieved a large plush towel. I wrapped the towel around my body and held it up around my chest as I stepped out into the room. I climbed up onto the table and laid down letting the towel fall to each side of the table. I relaxed on the cushioned table, pushed the red button, then, crossed my arms above my shoulders so that I could rest my face on them.
Only a minute passed before I heard the door open. I raised my head to look at the person entering the room. Closing the door was a tall dark skinned man. He was wearing a white linen shirt that was only buttoned half way and a matching pair of white linen pants. I looked him up and down, taking in his tall, dark, and muscular form. There was a gorgeous smile on his face.
"Hello, Melissa. I am Paulo, and I will be your masseuse this afternoon," he said in a meltingly sexy Brazilian accent. "Your mother has said many nice things about you, but none of them have truly done you justice I'm afraid." My mom was right. Looking the Brazilian man in the eyes, and listening to his voice, got my juices flowing. His bare chest looked like it had been carved out of marble. The top part of his chiseled abs were visible at the bottom most part of the opening in his shirt. I smiled at the man and his flirtatious comments.
"Well, I can say the same for you. My mom told me you were handsome, but I was not expecting you to look this good, Paulo," I finally replied. My eyes had made their way to his crotch where they had locked in on his enormous package. The light weight cloth did little to hide the shaft of his cock running down his left pant leg. The head of his penis clearly outlined a few inches above his knee. I had never seen one that big before. He chuckled bringing me out of my trance. I can't tell you how long I had been starring, but Paulo remained professional and stepped over to the table.
"Just lay your head down and I'll take good care of you," he said. He began by pulling the towel up until the bottom was just below where my curvy butt met my smooth thighs. Then, he folded the towel over a couple of times. The full length of my tanned body was exposed except for the majority of my ass. The very top of my crack would have peeked out from under the towel.
Paulo silently applied a massage oil to my back and began kneading away every ounce of stress in my body. His large powerful hands worked the oil into my skin. I let out a moan and clapped my hand to my mouth surprised by how much it sounded like I was having sex.
"No, no. It's okay. It means I'm doing well," he said trying to ease my embarrassment. He squeezed the top of my hips and pushed his thumbs into my lower back and began to slide them up my spine. His fingers remained on my side as he made the trip up my back. His soft, yet strong fingers just barely caressed the side of my boobs before he made it to my shoulders. I my whole body tingled and I shuddered, but only barely, from his touch. He worked at my back and shoulders, rib cage and hips for several minutes. It was as though I was sinking into oblivion. It felt so good.
My heart skipped when he stopped. I thought my time was up, but I was pleased when I felt oil being spread onto my thighs and calves. Paulo worked each leg individually with both hands. His technique was unmatched by any masseuse I had ever been to. A spark of electricity coursed through my body as his hands grew close to the top of my leg for the first time. I wanted him to keep going. Reach under the towel and touch me places that he shouldn't. My heart was racing when I felt the slightest graze of his finger on my labia. As quickly as he touched me it went away. His hands were back to the bottom of the other leg working their way up my calf. I could feel the juices leaking out of my pussy as he approached the promised land once more, but, just like the first leg, all I got was a simple graze then it was gone.
