The Massage Special
It was actually an early birthday gift from my best friend. Pam knew I had been pretty stressed and wanted to give me something that would help with it.
She gave me the gift card, and told me that it would cover any type of massage they offered. Then she told me that when I go in, make sure you tell them you want the special. They will know what you're talking about. Everything is covered in the coupon, including the tip. All you have to do is go in and come out more relaxed than you have ever been.
When I went to the parlor, I was looking forward to the treatment that Pam promised would have me feeling like a new person. After looking over the different choices, I opted for the Swedish massage with the aromatherapy. They had me wait for a few minutes while they prepared the room for me. Once the room was ready they called back. I was led to a room and told that my masseuse was Paul and he would be with me shortly. I was to get completely undressed and lay down on the table under the towel. I gave the receptionist a wary look. Completely undressed, I asked. She replied that with the aromatherapy, they liked to have you stripped all the way down because of the oils, but if you want, you can keep your panties on. Oh, that makes sense I told her. I thanked her and she closed the door.
I undressed and lay on the table. The room had low lighting so I didn't feel too self-conscious. The smells were amazing and the meditation music already had me relaxing. There was a knock on the door, a pause, then one of the best looking men I've ever seen walked in. He had the looks of a model and eyes that I could get lost in. He smiled and I felt my cheeks start to glow. He introduced himself. I'm Paul. You're here for a Swedish massage with aromatherapy, correct? Yes, I told him, and the special thing. He gave me a curious look. Yes, my friend told me to ask for the special thing and you would know what that meant.
Did your friend tell you what the special thing was?
No I answered. She just said that I needed to let you know when I got in here. Is it extra? She told me that the gift card covered everything. He told me not to worry, that everything was covered in the price. If you're ready, we can get started.
He had me lay on my back. The towel covered my breast and went down past my thighs. I listened to his soothing voice. Close your eyes and take a slow deep breath and let it out. I want you to let your mind drift somewhere you can relax and let your mind go blank. I was on a beach by myself. Just me and Paul's voice. I felt his soft strong hands against my temples. How are his hands soft and strong, I thought? What am I doing, clear thoughts, blank mind. His hands move to my neck, then shoulders. He wasn't massaging. It was like he was transferring positive energy or something. It felt almost like electricity flowing into my body where he touched, but in a good way. This must be the special thing because I could already feel the tension melting away. Take another deep breath he tells me. His hands move down my arms then back up.
The towel is unexpectedly moved away. This must be part of it. I manage to keep my eyes closed. His hands move down my chest and sides, producing that same electricity. Down my stomach and thighs, then my legs. When he gets to my feet, he pulls my legs apart and works his way back up, this time concentrating on the inside of my legs and thighs. I have a moment to think to myself, I'm glad I shaved down there before coming just as I feel a finger brush against me. Did I actually feel that? Maybe my imagination is getting the best of me.
I hear him move back up to my head. Ok turn on to your stomach. I open my eyes and my first thought is he looks magnificent without a shirt on. Wait. Why isn't he wearing a shirt? I think back to what the receptionist said about the oils staining clothes and figure that he didn't want his shirt to be stained. That makes perfect sense.
I turn over and he repeats the process. I take the deep breaths as his hands move down my body. After reaching my feet, he again spreads my legs and works his way back up. When he gets to my inner thighs this time, there is no mistaking that his finger touches me. The electricity that shoots into me confirms his touch.
That soothing voice brings me back to reality. Ok, I'm going to use the oils to massage you now. Keep your eyes closed and keep your mind blank. There's more shuffling, then his hands are against my neck and shoulders. The oil is warm with a flowery scent. His hands are firm yet gentle. He works his way down my back and I can feel my muscles loosening up. It's like magic, I don't understand why I haven't done this before. Down my thighs and legs. Like before, when he gets to my feet, he works his way back up the inside of my legs and inner thighs.
When he gets back up to my butt, he takes his time. This time massaging each cheek. There's more shuffling, then more oil. This time I feel it dripping directly onto my body. It drips between my thighs. His hands go to work again. This time moving like they're on a different mission than before. I take a deep breath and hold it when I feel his fingers against my pussy lips. Not lightly brushing against like before but actually rubbing against me.
Don't forget to breathe, he tells me. I'm not sure what to do. Is this normal? Should I say something? Yes, I should definitely say something. His finger slips inside me and this time I respond out loud, with a sigh. No that's not what I meant to say. And I definitely didn't mean for my hips to push back against him.
His finger is gone. More shuffling again. Ok turn onto your back. I open my eyes to turn over and this time my first thought is that usually if a man has a body that looks as good as Paul does, they don't have a cock as big as his. It's long, thick and semi erect. I smile, then realize that I can describe his cock because he's not wearing anything. I open my mouth to say something again and he tells me to close my eyes and continue the deep breathing. I close my mouth and my eyes and lie back.
This time I'm going to work my way down again but I'll be on the table with you so don't be alarmed. It's easier this way and more effective.
Umm, ok? You're the expert, I tell him. He goes to work on my neck and shoulders first, then moves to my arms. I try to go back to the beach in my mind but when I do, Paul is there. He's there with his beautiful body and huge cock, and he's rubbing lotion on my breast. I take a breath when I realize that he's really massaging my breast. Not in a subtle way where his hands are on the sides. His hands are squeezing and rubbing my tits. He's even pinching my nipples which have become hard. I wonder again, at what point do I put a stop to this. Maybe if I stopped him before, he wouldn't be this bold. I'll just get through this. If I don't react, maybe he'll get the point and just move on. I feel his hands move from my breast to my stomach. I smile inwardly thinking that I was right and he got bored when I didn't entertain his inappropriate behavior. But was it really inappropriate, or was I being uptight.
I try to brush it off and relax. I feel movement above me and I can tell that he's getting on the table now. It wasn't quite what I expected. I thought he would be beside me or down by my legs when he said that he would have to get on the table at some point. Instead he was straddling me. I felt his hands move down by my hips. It was almost like we were in 69 sex position. Oh Jesus. Is that his cock against my face? This time I open my eyes to confirm. There is definitely a penis rubbing against my face. It's moving in rhythm with his hands on my thighs. I let out a long breath and realize my mistake as his cock starts to twitch and grow hard after the warm air from my mouth hits it. He keeps massaging, as if he hasn't noticed.
This has to stop now. I open my mouth to tell him to get off of me now. The tip of his cock brushes past my lips and into my mouth. Fuck! That's not what was supposed to happen. I can't move my arms because of the way he's straddling me so I try to push him out with my tongue. This doesn't work of course. He reacts by pushing down. Paul somehow keeps massaging my thighs, but now with the way he's moving, he's practically slow fucking my mouth. He's big so when I try to speak it comes out muffled.
Maybe if I bite down. Not hard, just enough to get his attention. I feel his warm breath against my pussy and his fingers all around it, not quite pushing into me. Then he finds my clit and all thoughts of protesting are gone. I give a muffled moan instead. He's leaking and I can taste the sweet, salty goodness. I use my tongue to try and get more from him. His tongue is now against my pussy, exploring and probing and it's too much for me. I feel myself reaching a climax. Then he's moving down my legs and his cock is no longer in my mouth. I'm feeling relieved, ashamed and disappointed.
He finishes with my legs and feet and he gets off the table. As if nothing has happened, he tells me to roll onto my side facing away from him so he can do my side. He positions my legs so that they're bent at the knees. More oil and he's now working my sides. I'm so embarrassed. I can't believe what just happened. I must have mistaken his motives and now he thinks I was trying to throw myself at him. How do I get out of here with my dignity?
I let out a long sigh. Then a loud moan. Yes, that feels good. My eyes fly open. In my self pity, I didn't catch that he had finished my side and his fingers were working on my pussy again. No, not fingers. He was rubbing his cock against my pussy. Then he was inside of me. I was wet and had been having sex regularly but his size still made it a tight fit. Very tight. I felt him deeper inside than I've felt in a long time.
Suddenly the gentleness that he had used throughout the entire massage was gone. He drove into me hard enough to shake the table. I covered my mouth. I didn't want anyone coming to see what the moans were all about. He pulled out and got up on the table with me and took the pillow I was using and put it under my stomach as he turned me over. I was confused at first. Then when he slammed into me again, it was clear that this position allowed him to go deeper. The way he moved in the table and his confidence as he fucked me, made me think that this wasn't the first time he'd done this. I didn't care. I tilted my hips to give him even deeper access and let him have his way with. I bit my lips as I came again. He pushed in and stopped. It took me a moment to realize he was going to cum. I panicked. No, I said. Not inside of me. For the first time since he walked into the room, his voice didn't sound soothing. Too late, I couldn't stop, he said. Then he pulled out. I was in shock. I couldn't believe I had just fucked someone I didn't know.
Yes I was in shock. Which would help to explain why, when he came back around to the front of the table and put his cock to my lips, telling me I should clean it off for him, I did it without hesitation. Hungrily licking and sucking my juices off of him. Stroking him, cradling his balls as I took him deeper down my throat until I heard him moan and felt his cum splash against the back of my throat and my tongue. I swallowed every bit of it. I even squeezed his cock to make sure I got the little bit at the tip. If anyone would have walked in, they would have thought that I was dying and that his semen was the nectar of life that could save me.
We got dressed without talking. He handed me a bottle of water from the mini fridge and smiled. When we got to the lobby, he told me he looked forward to seeing me again. I left without responding.
I sat in the car wondering how my best friend could set me up with something like that without telling me what was going to happen. I called her from my cell and told her that I had used the gift she had given me. She was excited and immediately asked me how I enjoyed the hot stones.
What hot stones?
Let me guess. You got scared and didn't ask for the special treatment. She said, they have this special thing that they do. They put these hot stones on your body that give you an even deeper relaxed feeling that's amazing. But you have to ask for the special treatment because they don't offer it on their menu. Oh, they do a couples massage too. I was thinking I should get a gift card for you and John to go next month as your anniversary gift.
She gave me the gift card, and told me that it would cover any type of massage they offered. Then she told me that when I go in, make sure you tell them you want the special. They will know what you're talking about. Everything is covered in the coupon, including the tip. All you have to do is go in and come out more relaxed than you have ever been.
When I went to the parlor, I was looking forward to the treatment that Pam promised would have me feeling like a new person. After looking over the different choices, I opted for the Swedish massage with the aromatherapy. They had me wait for a few minutes while they prepared the room for me. Once the room was ready they called back. I was led to a room and told that my masseuse was Paul and he would be with me shortly. I was to get completely undressed and lay down on the table under the towel. I gave the receptionist a wary look. Completely undressed, I asked. She replied that with the aromatherapy, they liked to have you stripped all the way down because of the oils, but if you want, you can keep your panties on. Oh, that makes sense I told her. I thanked her and she closed the door.
I undressed and lay on the table. The room had low lighting so I didn't feel too self-conscious. The smells were amazing and the meditation music already had me relaxing. There was a knock on the door, a pause, then one of the best looking men I've ever seen walked in. He had the looks of a model and eyes that I could get lost in. He smiled and I felt my cheeks start to glow. He introduced himself. I'm Paul. You're here for a Swedish massage with aromatherapy, correct? Yes, I told him, and the special thing. He gave me a curious look. Yes, my friend told me to ask for the special thing and you would know what that meant.
Did your friend tell you what the special thing was?
No I answered. She just said that I needed to let you know when I got in here. Is it extra? She told me that the gift card covered everything. He told me not to worry, that everything was covered in the price. If you're ready, we can get started.
He had me lay on my back. The towel covered my breast and went down past my thighs. I listened to his soothing voice. Close your eyes and take a slow deep breath and let it out. I want you to let your mind drift somewhere you can relax and let your mind go blank. I was on a beach by myself. Just me and Paul's voice. I felt his soft strong hands against my temples. How are his hands soft and strong, I thought? What am I doing, clear thoughts, blank mind. His hands move to my neck, then shoulders. He wasn't massaging. It was like he was transferring positive energy or something. It felt almost like electricity flowing into my body where he touched, but in a good way. This must be the special thing because I could already feel the tension melting away. Take another deep breath he tells me. His hands move down my arms then back up.
The towel is unexpectedly moved away. This must be part of it. I manage to keep my eyes closed. His hands move down my chest and sides, producing that same electricity. Down my stomach and thighs, then my legs. When he gets to my feet, he pulls my legs apart and works his way back up, this time concentrating on the inside of my legs and thighs. I have a moment to think to myself, I'm glad I shaved down there before coming just as I feel a finger brush against me. Did I actually feel that? Maybe my imagination is getting the best of me.
I hear him move back up to my head. Ok turn on to your stomach. I open my eyes and my first thought is he looks magnificent without a shirt on. Wait. Why isn't he wearing a shirt? I think back to what the receptionist said about the oils staining clothes and figure that he didn't want his shirt to be stained. That makes perfect sense.
I turn over and he repeats the process. I take the deep breaths as his hands move down my body. After reaching my feet, he again spreads my legs and works his way back up. When he gets to my inner thighs this time, there is no mistaking that his finger touches me. The electricity that shoots into me confirms his touch.
That soothing voice brings me back to reality. Ok, I'm going to use the oils to massage you now. Keep your eyes closed and keep your mind blank. There's more shuffling, then his hands are against my neck and shoulders. The oil is warm with a flowery scent. His hands are firm yet gentle. He works his way down my back and I can feel my muscles loosening up. It's like magic, I don't understand why I haven't done this before. Down my thighs and legs. Like before, when he gets to my feet, he works his way back up the inside of my legs and inner thighs.
When he gets back up to my butt, he takes his time. This time massaging each cheek. There's more shuffling, then more oil. This time I feel it dripping directly onto my body. It drips between my thighs. His hands go to work again. This time moving like they're on a different mission than before. I take a deep breath and hold it when I feel his fingers against my pussy lips. Not lightly brushing against like before but actually rubbing against me.
Don't forget to breathe, he tells me. I'm not sure what to do. Is this normal? Should I say something? Yes, I should definitely say something. His finger slips inside me and this time I respond out loud, with a sigh. No that's not what I meant to say. And I definitely didn't mean for my hips to push back against him.
His finger is gone. More shuffling again. Ok turn onto your back. I open my eyes to turn over and this time my first thought is that usually if a man has a body that looks as good as Paul does, they don't have a cock as big as his. It's long, thick and semi erect. I smile, then realize that I can describe his cock because he's not wearing anything. I open my mouth to say something again and he tells me to close my eyes and continue the deep breathing. I close my mouth and my eyes and lie back.
This time I'm going to work my way down again but I'll be on the table with you so don't be alarmed. It's easier this way and more effective.
Umm, ok? You're the expert, I tell him. He goes to work on my neck and shoulders first, then moves to my arms. I try to go back to the beach in my mind but when I do, Paul is there. He's there with his beautiful body and huge cock, and he's rubbing lotion on my breast. I take a breath when I realize that he's really massaging my breast. Not in a subtle way where his hands are on the sides. His hands are squeezing and rubbing my tits. He's even pinching my nipples which have become hard. I wonder again, at what point do I put a stop to this. Maybe if I stopped him before, he wouldn't be this bold. I'll just get through this. If I don't react, maybe he'll get the point and just move on. I feel his hands move from my breast to my stomach. I smile inwardly thinking that I was right and he got bored when I didn't entertain his inappropriate behavior. But was it really inappropriate, or was I being uptight.
I try to brush it off and relax. I feel movement above me and I can tell that he's getting on the table now. It wasn't quite what I expected. I thought he would be beside me or down by my legs when he said that he would have to get on the table at some point. Instead he was straddling me. I felt his hands move down by my hips. It was almost like we were in 69 sex position. Oh Jesus. Is that his cock against my face? This time I open my eyes to confirm. There is definitely a penis rubbing against my face. It's moving in rhythm with his hands on my thighs. I let out a long breath and realize my mistake as his cock starts to twitch and grow hard after the warm air from my mouth hits it. He keeps massaging, as if he hasn't noticed.
This has to stop now. I open my mouth to tell him to get off of me now. The tip of his cock brushes past my lips and into my mouth. Fuck! That's not what was supposed to happen. I can't move my arms because of the way he's straddling me so I try to push him out with my tongue. This doesn't work of course. He reacts by pushing down. Paul somehow keeps massaging my thighs, but now with the way he's moving, he's practically slow fucking my mouth. He's big so when I try to speak it comes out muffled.
Maybe if I bite down. Not hard, just enough to get his attention. I feel his warm breath against my pussy and his fingers all around it, not quite pushing into me. Then he finds my clit and all thoughts of protesting are gone. I give a muffled moan instead. He's leaking and I can taste the sweet, salty goodness. I use my tongue to try and get more from him. His tongue is now against my pussy, exploring and probing and it's too much for me. I feel myself reaching a climax. Then he's moving down my legs and his cock is no longer in my mouth. I'm feeling relieved, ashamed and disappointed.
He finishes with my legs and feet and he gets off the table. As if nothing has happened, he tells me to roll onto my side facing away from him so he can do my side. He positions my legs so that they're bent at the knees. More oil and he's now working my sides. I'm so embarrassed. I can't believe what just happened. I must have mistaken his motives and now he thinks I was trying to throw myself at him. How do I get out of here with my dignity?
I let out a long sigh. Then a loud moan. Yes, that feels good. My eyes fly open. In my self pity, I didn't catch that he had finished my side and his fingers were working on my pussy again. No, not fingers. He was rubbing his cock against my pussy. Then he was inside of me. I was wet and had been having sex regularly but his size still made it a tight fit. Very tight. I felt him deeper inside than I've felt in a long time.
Suddenly the gentleness that he had used throughout the entire massage was gone. He drove into me hard enough to shake the table. I covered my mouth. I didn't want anyone coming to see what the moans were all about. He pulled out and got up on the table with me and took the pillow I was using and put it under my stomach as he turned me over. I was confused at first. Then when he slammed into me again, it was clear that this position allowed him to go deeper. The way he moved in the table and his confidence as he fucked me, made me think that this wasn't the first time he'd done this. I didn't care. I tilted my hips to give him even deeper access and let him have his way with. I bit my lips as I came again. He pushed in and stopped. It took me a moment to realize he was going to cum. I panicked. No, I said. Not inside of me. For the first time since he walked into the room, his voice didn't sound soothing. Too late, I couldn't stop, he said. Then he pulled out. I was in shock. I couldn't believe I had just fucked someone I didn't know.
Yes I was in shock. Which would help to explain why, when he came back around to the front of the table and put his cock to my lips, telling me I should clean it off for him, I did it without hesitation. Hungrily licking and sucking my juices off of him. Stroking him, cradling his balls as I took him deeper down my throat until I heard him moan and felt his cum splash against the back of my throat and my tongue. I swallowed every bit of it. I even squeezed his cock to make sure I got the little bit at the tip. If anyone would have walked in, they would have thought that I was dying and that his semen was the nectar of life that could save me.
We got dressed without talking. He handed me a bottle of water from the mini fridge and smiled. When we got to the lobby, he told me he looked forward to seeing me again. I left without responding.
I sat in the car wondering how my best friend could set me up with something like that without telling me what was going to happen. I called her from my cell and told her that I had used the gift she had given me. She was excited and immediately asked me how I enjoyed the hot stones.
What hot stones?
Let me guess. You got scared and didn't ask for the special treatment. She said, they have this special thing that they do. They put these hot stones on your body that give you an even deeper relaxed feeling that's amazing. But you have to ask for the special treatment because they don't offer it on their menu. Oh, they do a couples massage too. I was thinking I should get a gift card for you and John to go next month as your anniversary gift.
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