A buddy and I were at the bar, having drinks and being merry. She walks up to us and strikes a conversation. Like us she's in her 30s and we make small talk about things. About 5'6", dirty blonde hair, perky B-C cups, wider hips with a tight normal sized booty. The conversation leads to our sore muscles (being military and all, hurt backs lol). She happens to be a masseuse and qualified in sports medicine. I shrug and am the first to bite about my shoulders being tense. There she hands me a business card with her number and address. My buddy gets one and we kind of look at each other. We wrap up the night and head back to base.
The next day my curiosity is getting the best of me. Surely she meant well, and its a massage and not a *massage*, right?
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Of course I booked her, and of course the story moves to its inevitable conclusion but lets make the absurdity of the plot thicken. It's in a mobile home park, for starters. I expected an office. She leads me through the maze until I get to her double wide. Surely, I thought to myself, this is where I meet my demise to a drug addict after he stabs me in the face. She greets me in a simple shirt and shorts and leads me to a room she has converted to a massage parlor. Giving me the introduction she leaves the room and tells me I can unclothe in private. As I take my clothes off I wonder "surely this isn't where I get murdered, rather anticlimactic".
I'm on the table, face down, towel covering my sensitive areas. She enters and starts to light the candles and get the massage lotion ready. Starting at my shoulders she works her magic and it's a really soothing massage. We make small talk about how I get my muscles so sore, she pops my tense shoulder, and she comments on my large legs (no skipping leg day). Asking rather flatly if they're sore I tell her of course from the squats and she starts with my hamstrings. This feels rather pleasant and she doesn't make any of the porn movies to cupping the balls so I figure this is a pleasant woman just trying to run a small business.
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I flip over gracefully and keep the towel on my nethers. She starts at my chest and reaches over me. Commenting on the lotion being so moist and not wanting to do laundry she asks me if she can take her shirt off. I mean, sure, that makes sense I guess might as well ride this crazy train. She strips her shirt off to reveal a nice red bra and then proceeds to start massaging my chest. Blushing she remarks how "I hope I don't mind if she "gets things in the way of my face" as her tits are pressed in my face. And of course, my cock starts to receive blood flow based on her. Being this close I start to notice her perfume, her delicate features, and just generally how good her hands are making me feel.
Obviously I'm starting to get more excited and the towel moves more. She works her way down faster and I want to play coy. I don't comment on it and I close my eyes, I'm going to see where this plays out. Her hands move down my stomach to my thighs and calves. She takes her time there, slowly massaging my quads and lifting my leg to get my calves really good (this also moves the towel around). Of course a beautiful woman that close, massaging my legs, and my blood starts flowing freely there. At this point the elephant (trunk) is not being addressed in the room but everyone knows it's there, it's a big tent circus and the ringleader starts to make her entrance.
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It's a slow brush next to it. Then her hand lingers. Lotion is in her hands and she starts to massage the top of my crotch, close to it. I still have my eyes closed and don't make any motions to dissuade the contact. There she starts to move her fingertips on my shaft. She gingerly strokes the shaft with her fingers, barely making contact. The air in the room is palpable. One of us has to make the move. I tell her that feels good. I feel the inside of her hand make contact with my cock. She takes her palm and stokes the bottom of my shaft, hitting the nerves towards the head. This is also a way to move the towel. I feel a wetness moving up my cock. I open my eyes to make out her head and tongue licking from the start of the shaft up to the head.
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I ask her if there's a more comfortable place to do this, as I don't think the table can support the type of massage this is turning into. She takes that personally as a challenge and strips her shorts off. No panties, she lifts herself on the table and grabs my cock. In one motion she swings her leg over and glides herself inside me. I think about this, and condoms, and safe sex, and STIs but decide life is worth living only once as I feel her tight pussy clench all of me as she lowers herself onto me. Her hands steady herself on my chest as she starts to move herself up and down on my cock. I attempt to get up but she pushes me down.
"This is a mutual massage; you're massaging the tightest muscles I have". She moves slowly up and down, clenching herself as she does. I can feel her getting wetter as she continues to move. Then she changes it up and starts to move her hips back and forth with me inside her. I can feel her shaven pussy rubbing against my crotch. My hands touch and explore her body. She unclasps her bra and throws it to the side. I cup her breasts and play with her nipples. An audible moan and gasp, she shutters and starts to pick up the pace. The slow intentional milking has given way to animalistic humping by her. The slow tender touching has given way to grabbing, pinching, and choking her. She locks eyes with me as I bring her face closer to mine. I kiss her lips and shove my tongue in her mouth.
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I tell her "Make me cum".
This makes her mouth contort. A daring gamble on my part, offering a challenge. She grabs my hands, pins them down, and works her hips and pussy. Hard pumps from her hips pair with timed clenching from her pussy. I tell her I'm getting close. She continues and as she can tell I'm getting close her grip loosens. I grab her throat and my other pinches a nipple. "I'm going to make you cum too". I can tell she's getting close, my crotch is rather moist at this point and her eyes are getting wild. I feel myself ready as I feel her body shake.
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My cock erupts inside her. When the first load hits is when I feel her clamp hard. Her body spasms as the rest of my cum is pumping deep inside. She manages to move herself and milk more of my cum from my cock as her body slumps and falls on top of me. I slide out of her and wrap my arms around her. We stay for a minute until she gets up, wraps a towel around herself, hands me a towel, and I start to get dressed.
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I meet her in the kitchen area and she has her receipt book out. Oh yeah, the massage. She looks at me coyly and says she wanted to have me that night at the bar, but didn't think I would go for her. "I figured the best way to have you was getting you undressed first". I blush a little in the awkwardness, and ask her what the massage was for then? "Well you looked tense and worked up, if you didn't want me I could just massage you and help". We work out the pricing and the tip. I say my goodbyes and leave, feeling refreshed and emptied.