My First Real MassagebyZoltar©
True story. I swear. I had been to a few massage places. They had been enjoyable but nothing really cfnm, until this one lady I called. I saw her add in the Reader. She sounded real nice on the phone. She was energetic and had a Boston accent. I made an appointment.
She ran this service out of her house. When she answered her door I was pleasantly surprised. She was in her late 40’s but still really put together. She had on tight fitting shorts and a tight tank top. She seemed really please to see me too. She smiled, looked me up and down, then said in her Bostonian accent, ‘Ohh my, your real tall!‘ I’m only 6’ 3’’ but still I don’t mind complements, even if it’s bs.
She showed me to the table. Smiling she said, ’Please take off ALL of your clothes...or whatever you feel comfortable with. You can hang them up over there. Then lie face down on the table with the towel over you. I’ll be back in a couple minutes’. As she moved toward the door I removed my shirt. With my hands on my belt buckle I saw her sneak one last peek before closing the door. Our eyes made contact and she seemed really embarrassed and she looked away and closed the door.
I stripped off. Now down to only my boxers, I remember what she had said. ’Please take off ALL of your clothes’. I fondly remembered how she stressed the word ’ALL’ and how her eyes lowered a bit when she said it. Well I thought, don’t chicken out now, you might never get this opportunity again. Down they went.. I stood there for a second or two enjoying the weird sensation of being naked.
I got on the table, on my stomach. The soft table felt exquisite to my cock, which soon became erect. I pulled the towel over me. It wasn’t a very large towel. It covered my buttocks and the sides but that was about it. Also it was a thin white towel. I wondered if it would be practically see through when I turned over. It might not be see through, I thought, but it certainly wouldn’t offer much protection from her gaze if she chose to look. But that didn’t bother me, in fact, I hoped she did look. I wanted her to look. That’s why I was here. That was my fantasy, that some legitimate masseuse would become so enthralled with me that she couldn’t keep her hands off me.
There was a knock on the door and she came back in the room. As she was doing the massage we made small talk the whole time, you know TV, travel, sports, the weather etc. She was really good too, you could tell that she had training. As her hands worked my back, waved of pleasure shot through me. The feeling is indescribable as you get those chills down you spine. But anyway when she started on my legs, she really creeped up the inner thigh. Then she made long strokes up and down my leg. Each stroke got longer until her hands made forays to my cheeks. Her warm soft hands went under the towel, but each time she did so she pushed the towel farther off of me. She had moved the towel around so much she had to see my balls. Her hand came about as close as you can come to touching them. The conversation had died out at this point, we were both really concentrating on what was happening. She worked the buttocks too. (no anal shit mind you, that is where I draw the line). But this was great, definitely worth the price of admission, the previous masseuses didn’t do this. She spent alot of time here. Her left on kneading my left cheek , hip and side of my thigh, as her right hand worked the center of my thigh, then the inner thigh. Then she moved the towel back to it’s starting place fully covering me.
Then she worked on the other leg, repeating the delightful process. Although this time her stroke moved the towel almost completely off of me. The combination of the physical sensations along with the other aspects of the situation were intoxicating. The feel of her warm hands masterfully working my naked legs and butt. The thought that I was almost totally naked before this strange lady. I wondered. What was she thinking? Was this par for course? Just a job? Boring for her? She had to be able to see my balls. Did she look at them? What did she think of them? Did they hold her interest, or was it like seem one you seen them all?
Then she picked up the towel and then she asked me to turn over. I was looking at her when I did, so I could see her expression. She seemed to be looking away, but kind of looking out of the corner of her eye. As she put the towel back down on me, I exclaimed to her that felt GREAT. And it was the best massage I‘ve ever had, etc. She smiled and said thank you. This led to some more small talk and what not as she started working on my arm and hand. We talked about vacations, the coolest places we’ve been to, places we would like to go, our favorite music, foods, movies, etc. This was a really great experience the massage was great, even the conversation too. And this lady was not hot but she was attractive. She said I was so much nicer to work on then her other clients. She said she usually had rude old men. (I’m in my late 20’s and work out alot, I’m not a GQ super model but I’m not bad.) Need less to say when she was rubbing my stomach I couldn’t help but start to get hard. She seemed to be looking at it beginning to grow. Her hands were rubbing so close. I felt the cloth rub my cock as my cock expanded. This towel did little to conceal it. She could clear see the outline of everything. There is no way that she could not see my erection. This towel barely covered me. The bottom just covered my testicles while up top if my dick had been a half inch larger it would have protrude out of the top of the towel. As her hands traced little circles on my lower stomach along the edge of the towel, she smiled and seemed to purse her lips almost as if she was saying, ‘ooohh’. She finally realized I was watching her intently. She a little bit embarrassed, as she sheepishly smiled at me then broke eye contact. It seemed to say oops, I was zoning out a little bit there and you caught me.
She grabbed the side of the towel and gently flipped it over to expose my upper thigh. As she did so the folded over part of the towel lightly landed on the area of towel that my cock was under. That light contact felt electrifying. She never touched my genitals, but she seemed to have ways of moving the towel around (during the course of a normal massage session) that would make the contact for her. She did the front side of my leg. Then she went to do the other. She grabbed this side of the towel and folded it over. Now I was completely naked except for this little towel, neatly folder over my erection. Her hands made long strokes over my legs, and stomach and around to the other leg and back again.
She seemed to be waiting for me. I really wanted to ask her for a ‘favor’. ( I had never done that before so I was really nervous) but I chickened out. Finally with one hand on my thigh and the other on my stomach she said, ‘How do you feel, are you relaxed?’ I replied yes. Then the a little pause. Then she finally said, ‘take you time getting up’. And so ended the massage.
After I paid her I asked her if I could set up another massage. When she came back with her calendar book she stood really close to me, within my personal space. I could smell her perfume and her being this close gave me a great view of her cleavage. My mind was swimming in possibilities.
The next week, I’m back there again. We again made small talk as she let me into her house. The weird thing was that she followed me back into the room, still making the small talk. So I was like okay, and I took my shirt off. She’s still there leaning up against the wall. So next my shoes and I sit down to take off my socks. She is still there and we’re small talking. I’m thinking that this is really exciting. Her is this lady looking at me who other then small talk I really don’t know and I’m about to get naked. I stand up and pull down my shorts so I’m down to my boxers. She is still there!! She isn’t ogling but she is sneakin peeks here and there. I must admit I wussed out her. I stood there like a moron for about 3-5 minutes continuing the small talk in my boxers. Then she seemed to get the idea that I was nervous about this and she left the room. (mind you I’m not ashamed of my body, I’m in good physical shape and I sport 6.5 ‘’ when erect, but this was just weird, I hadn’t ever done anything like this. Ya I had gotten laid before but that was a totally different context. That was kissing and hugging getting warmed up etc. And it was always their clothes coming off first anyways. This was weird being so unclothed in the presence of a clothed women.)
But anyway, she left and I pulled off my boxers and got on the table, on my stomach. Pulling the towel over myself I was thinking why did she stay? Was she really enjoying the view? Or did she do that with all the customers? When she came back in the massage proceeded like last time. Except this time I could have swore that when she was rubbing my inner thigh one of her fingers very lightly made contact with my balls. I figured I was imagining it. Then she asked me to turn over. She put the towel on me and started on my thigh. But she seemed confused and kept on fussing with the towel. I asked her if everything was okay. She said that she normally did not use a towel. And I summoned up the courage to say something like ‘Er ah we don’t need the towel’.
Her eyes sparkled as she removed the towel. This feeling of being naked in front of a woman in this context was incredible! Better then coke, whiskey, acid, weed or anything! It felt as if her eyes were invisible hands that were massaging my cock!
She continued the massage as before, totally ‘professional’ , except for I was completely naked before this women. And she was working my thigh and hip. She was looking right at my Johnson. Even though I was excited, I was scared so I was limp. We continued the small talk. Although the small talk had definitely changed at this point. We were talking about nudism. She said that a body was just a body etc. Not a big deal. (Then why was she totally looking me over? Was it my imagination? Maybe she was a nudist and this was just a normal massage?)
But anyway, I was buck-naked and this fully clothed lady was rubbing oil onto my body. Later on she started working on my stomach. The small talk seemed to die out. She was doing circular strokes on my stomach and occasionally running a hand down the length of my leg, then back up again going up the inner thy back to my stomach then my lower stomach. This whole time she is now blatantly staring at my cock.. I had been only sneaking peeks at her this whole time but now I’m getting a little bolder. I’m looking at her and her eyes are fixed on cock almost willing it to get hard. I look at her tits and they are big. Almost too big for her skinny frame. Then it started to happen. My cock started getting hard. As it was uncoiling I looked up from her tits and at her face, was that a smile on her lips? Yes, that was, she is definitely enjoying this also. Here I am totally naked in front of this clothed lady and my cock is growing into a full erection. She is rubbing everything except my cock and balls. But she is so close to touching it. This went on for a blissful minute or two. Then she picked up the towel and put it back on me and said that was it.
My mind was swimming. Was this lady a cop? Was I going to end up humiliated on public TV or the local paper? To hell with it I didn’t care. I asked her something to the extent of would she er um er and I put my hand on my cock through the towel and kind of rubbed it through it a little bit.
She seemed to be thinking the same thing adding it up. Was I a cop? Would she lose her license? I would like to think that this was the exception rather then the norm for her ‘business’ and I was a lucky exception. Then she said ‘Okay sure!’ and with that the towel came back off and she applied some oil to my balls and went to work on them. For at least 5 minutes she rolled my balls in her hand. She dedicated herself to them, but she never touched my cock. That was until with one hand she grabbed my sack and pulled down on it. This forced my raging hard on to point straight in the air.
With her eyes dancing from my cock to my face and back to my cock again she said, ‘I can’t believe I am doing this, I never do this’.
I thought Ya dee ya dee ya da Was this some more ‘ooh your so tall crap’? But I didn’t care really. She let go of my balls and my cock slapped my stomach with a thud. She then grabbed the bottle of hot oil and starting at the base of my penis poured a trail of oil. She continued up the shaft to the head. Her hands felt wonderful when they made contact. She knew every trick in the book. I was in heaven. Finally, she settled on brining me off. Her left hand firmly grasped my shaft and the other tickled my balls.
This lady fully clothed was now stroking my cock.. I put my arm around her, holding her close. I looked down at her hands working me then up at her face then I blew a load that would have put Peter North to shame. It went everywhere. I had been saving up this load for 8 days. The best part about it was that this lady was delighted, and squealed at the first squirt and then met each successive squirt with a ‘ooh’ ‘my’ ‘ewe’ ‘oh’ ‘ya’
With determination she squeezed out the final oozing of cum. She said she hadn’t seen that much cum in a long time. Inwardly I cried ‘YES!!’. She did a good job of cleaning me up. I’ve had about 80 massages (from mostly different masseuse), but I’ve never been able to repeat that. I’ve had lots of good experiences since then, but I guess there is something special about the first time.
This story is a true story. It is lame though because it is told from my point of view. A man’s point of view. I’m not an author I can’t write in the 3rd or 2nd person or whatever it is. So I just did a brain dump of what I remember.
What I would really like to know is our there any lady masseuse out there that have had similar experiences. I would love to hear those stories from your point of view.