"Yes." Already the vibe with her was light years better than any I'd had with a prostitute. Ray was direct, present, sweet, friendly, sexy, and seemed genuinely interested in me. I went into her bedroom, which was bordello meets mod. A red silk Chinese tiger tapestry hung behind her massage table, a big mirror on the wall to the left of it, strategically placed I was later to find out. I'm the perfect audience for movies and certain life experiences that feel like a movie. Complete suspension of disbelief. I never try and figure out the plot, I just roll with it so I'm often surprised by things the normal person wouldn't be, for better and worse. I stripped and started to get on the table, but then reached back for my jeans remembering I had to pay first.
"Sorry, I forgot the donation. 70, right?" Donation is the operative term used in the prostitution industry to protect them from any illegality. I assumed it was the same in massage. They usually prefer not to even discuss payment or physically take the money from you. They like you to just inconspicuously leave it on a chair or dresser.
"Oh yeah. That's what I ask, but whatever you want is fine. We can take care of that later." Whatever I wanted and later? This was amazing. She was like a regular girl! What I always had wanted out of this kind of thing! I got on the table. She dropped her slinky blue silk teddy and had nothing on underneath.
"You wanna start on your stomach?"
"Perfect." I flipped over onto my stomach, my head turned to the left. I could feel the slightly cold dribble of oil as it landed on my back. It became a thick stream, followed quickly by her hands.
"Turn your head the other way."
Not knowing why, but trusting her, I obeyed and, ahhhhhh. The mirror. There she was mounting me from behind, her shaved pussy grinding into my ass as she deeply rubbed my back. She smiled at me in the mirror.
"Does that feel good?"
Trick question? "Uhhhh. Yeah. That feels good"
"Good." She leaned over and started caressing her big firm breast against my back as her hands crept down my sides to my hips. This was certainly a "full body to body massage" all right and it was magic. And Ray loved catching glimpses of herself in the mirror doing it to me, which was cute. She massaged my whole backside from head to toe. She was skilled and had great hands. It was a real massage.
I had been hard from the moment she poured the oil on my back. After she finished with my feet, she started teasing my ass. I was about to cum at this point from anticipation, like when I was 16 and blew a wad in my underwear before Sarah Goldstein from Great Neck, who I had met at an Allman Brothers concert at the Beacon, even got to my belly button. She had been systematically kissing my chest, heading south, and I stopped her abruptly before she could unbutton my jeans and find a mess instead of a hard cock waiting to be sucked and said, "I really like you and I think we should stop now. I don't want to go too fast and ruin it." She thought I was the noblest teenager she had ever met.
Being slightly more practiced now in the skills of the cum control, I paced myself, though Ray was making it awfully hard. She slowly moved her hand between my thighs from behind and reached under me, moving from my balls to my dick. The "reach around." Sublime. Like you know how good it feels when the CMT masseuse is doing your head at the end of the massage and they reach their hands under your back and use your own body weight to dig deep into your neck and upper back? Imagine that but on your sex area, and since it's also what you've been fantasizing would happen in every legit massage you've ever had, the fruition of the dream makes it unimaginably hot. And it's from behind, like it's forbidden and secret and no one's allowed to know about it. Everything conspires to make it one of the sexiest things on God's green earth.
"You wanna flip over?" Oh yeah. I was ready for "the flip." As the term suggests, the complete opposite idea of the "reach around." Unabashed, unapologetic cock stroking for all the world to see! I rolled over on my back and she dumped another heaping sploosh of oil on my dick and balls and started jerking me off. She was suddenly in another mode. No more teasing, just ferocious, resolved dick jerking, which she was completely into and obviously getting turned on by. Then she mounted me.
To be continued...
Posted by Eric Schaeffer at 7:00 AM