Massage
written by:
Linda Legs

There are times in everybody's lives when they stumble onto something a little unexpected. Sometimes it could be dreadful, and other times it could turn out to be a delightfully memorable experience. This one of those unexpected experiences not so long ago that started out dreadful, but turned out delightfully memorable, and thought I would write about it.

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It was time for a vacation. I've been working more than my share and my boss was good enough to grant me a five day leave from work. Taking advantage of it, I decided to spend my time in Vegas to have a little fun, do some shopping, and try my luck at the tables. I could have flown. It would have been much faster, but I decided to drive so that I could enjoy the Sierra mountain scenery along the way.

My highway journey started out fine, on time, and without delay. A few hundred miles into my trip, my car started to sputter and the engine light came on, so I thought it would be best to get it looked at before it turned into something more serious. The town of Barstow was just a few miles ahead, so I stopped at a station to have it looked at. It turned out I had to have a part replaced and they couldn't get it finished until the following day. So there I was, stuck in this crappy little town when I could have been in Vegas in a matter of a few more hours.

I got a room at the B W Hotel that was a block or so away from the station, and ended up watching some dreadful re-runs on the TV. I was bored, so I decided to grab a local paper to see what kind of entertainment they had in that town. Back at the room again, I tossed the paper on the bed and stripped for a shower. After drying off I decided to just lay naked across the bed and search my way though the local section.

Movies...Nah. Nightclubs...Nah, I wanted to save that for Vegas. Restaurants...Nah, I wasn't hungry. I flipped the page and thumbed my way through the local listings, coming across one that caught my eye. It was a small ad with bold letters at the top which read: MASSAGE...full body massage for $25 half hour or $35 for a full hour. Call Anthony. 555-6324.

"Hmmm, that's a cheap price for a massage. I wonder if Anthony is any good?" I asked myself while stretching out across the bed to grab my cell phone.

The phone rang a few times before someone answered it. "Hello?" A deep soothing male voice sank into my ear that sent chill down my spine.

"Uh - hello. Is this Anthony?" I asked.

"Yes, it is."

"I'm calling about the massage ad that I noticed in the local listings, and I was wondering if you make house-calls. I'm only asking because I'm not from around here and my car is in the shop, and I really don't know my way around."

"Well, normally I work out of my shop, but since it's been a slow day, I'll take what I can get."

Something in his voice told me that I would like to give him more than just my money. Sight unseen, this guy sounded utterly sexy over the phone. "Well, that's great!" I replied. "How soon can you get here?"

"Hmm...give me a half an hour. I have to get my portable table and my oils packed up." He paused a second and then asked. "Where are you?"

"I'm staying at the B W Hotel, room 203."

"Got it. What's your name?"

"Linda."

"Ok, Linda. See you in a bit."

"I sure hope so," I sang back in return.

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"Oh god! That man's voice made me hot on top I feeling horny!" I laughed, running my hands over my pert nipples. I wasn't sure of what to wear, but since I was about to get a massage, I decided to slip my white terrycloth robe around my naked body. I then occupied myself in the bathroom, brushing out the long blonde strands of my dampened hair and dabbing on a little make-up while I waited. I felt like I was getting ready for a blind date, even though it was nothing more than a massage appointment.

Sure enough, the knock on my door was right on time. "I like a punctual man," I said to my reflection in the bathroom mirror as I loosened the top of my robe a bit to highlight my sexy cleavage. After all, first impressions can say a lot about someone, and I was in the mood to make a good first impression on this masseuse guy.

I walked to the door and took a deep breath to compose myself while I unlatched and opened the door. I really didn't know what to expect, but when I saw what was standing in the hallway looking at me with these big brown eyes under a thick head of curly black hair, I nearly fell a step backwards. Maybe I was just plain horny, but he looked totally fuckable to me.

For a slight moment he gawked at me without saying a word. But then, being the sexy vixen that I am, I have a tendency to do that to men, and I was glad to see it working on him. This is what I meant by "first impressions."

"Linda?" he finally managed to say.

"Yes, it is!" I sang out sweetly. "And you're undoubtedly Anthony. Please come in."

I stepped aside and allowed him the space to carry his portable table and equipment bag past me. "There is plenty of room for your table over by the window. You can set it up over there."

"So, where are you from?" he asked while he was setting up his table.

"San Francisco."

"I been there once for a massage seminar. Really didn't have much time to check out the city, but I would like to try to get back up there sometime to do just that."

"Yes, you should do that. The city has got a lot to offer," I answered. I couldn't resist checking out his hot tight-ass jeans every time he had his back to me. Just to look at him, I was certain he had hot genes flowing through his veins as well.

After setting up his table, Anthony went to his equipment bag and pulled out a few bottles of scented oils. "Mind if I use the microwave to warm up these oils?" he asked.

"Help yourself," I told him.

He also pulled out a few white cotton towels and a small pillow that he set at the head of the massage table, then went into the bathroom to wash his hands. After drying off his hands, he took the oils from the microwave, tested their warmth and set them on the hotel table next to the massage table. Then he held up a large towel and told me that I could wrap myself in it and lay face down on the table.

"I got a better idea," I suggested. "Why don't you toss the towel and I will toss the robe, and make this whole process easier on ourselves," I continued as I loosened the belt of my robe and let it fall from my body and crumple at my feet.

I wish I had a camera at that moment. The look on Anthony's face was priceless. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights of an on-coming truck. "Mother-fucker! Tell me I'm not fucking dreaming," he muttered as his eyes went like lasers over my naked breasts, watching me proudly flaunt them in front of him.

"I would be very disappointed if this was nothing more than a dream, and since it isn't, I think you better get busy while the oil is still hot."

I laid face down on the table as instructed, my head turned to the right and resting on the pillow with my arms positioned to rest my hands under my chin. Anthony stood on the left side of the table, away from my view and sprinkled droplets of warm oil on my upper back and shoulders. At that very moment I closed my eyes and created this naughty vision in my head of him squirting his cum on me like that. Needless to say, that thought turned into a tingle that seemed to travel straight from my brain to my clit.

The next thing I felt were those big, warm hands doing wonderful things to the muscle of my shoulders and my upper back. "How's that feel?" he asked. "Not pushing too hard, am I?"

I loved his concern and replied softly. "That feels perfect."

He massaged my left arm, hand, and fingers. Then he moved to the right side of the table and worked on my right arm, hand, and fingers with the exact technique. My eyes were open to see his body close to the edge of the table, close enough that I could smell him, and he smelled as good as he looked.

He worked his way down to the lower part of my back, pulling out all the tensions of driving that day. Then he went to my legs, massaging my thighs, calves, and the soles of my feet. It felt heavenly. He went back up my legs the same way, but this time his hands ventured further between my thighs and his knuckles lightly brushed the lips of my pussy. He seemed to take my hint of liking it when I parted my legs a bit, and he did it again, this time brushing his knuckles along my privy a little harder, hard enough to make me moan.

"Oh, you like that?"

"Well, your ad did say - full body massage. I don't expect anything less."

He chuckled over my comment and dribbled some oil over the cheeks of my derriere before his hands went back to work on me, kneading my cheeks, and running his hand knife like deeply along my crevice. "Mmm, I like that!" I cooed.

When he asked me to turn over, I readily obliged and rolled onto my back, giving him my full frontal attention. When I turned and noticed that he had quite a bulge developing in his pants, I came out and asked him if he wanted to lose his clothes for the rest of the massage. He smiled and said. Sure!"

He got himself completely naked and just watching him undress with his back to me made me want to leap from the table and ravage his body. Then he turned around and showed me what he had, and at that point I said. "Fuck this massage. Let's go to bed!"

"Ok, slap me. I want to make sure I'm really not dreaming this!" he laughed.

"Oh, you will be sure you're not dreaming," I said as I got off the massage table and led him to the bed with my hand around his cock to guide him.

I pushed him down on the bed and as he lay on his back I did a little massage of my own, mainly on his cock, stroking it up hard and thick. "Oh, that feels good," he said.

"You think that feels good? Then tell me how this feels." My hair feel across his thighs as I went down on him. He let out a long pleasurable moan as I slowly drew his cock deep into my mouth. I love hearing a man sounding out his enjoyment when I'm giving head. It turns me on and I want to suck him all the more.

"Oh baby, that definitely feels good," he added as he watched my circled lips running tightly up and down his shaft.

"You taste good, I love sucking your cock," I told him after slipping it from my mouth and stroking it in my hand. I went down further and licked his hot, tasty nuts, making him quiver with each swipe of my tongue.

"Come here. Turn around," he said as he had me maneuver myself into a 69 position with him. I went down on him and sucked him hungrily as he planted his face in my crotch and swirled his tongue all over the juice primed lips of my pussy.

The hours ticked away into a hot, steamy night of sucking and fucking. I had nearly a dozen orgasms. Some he gave me with his tongue, others with his cock, and once with his fingers. We fucked in missionary, doggy style, cowgirl, and other positions that I don't have names for. It went from the bed to the floor, to the massage table, to the shower, and back to the bed again. During the night I made him cum in my pussy, in my ass, in my mouth, and even on my tits. Anyways, it went on until the sun came up the following morning. I had in my clutches what I always fantasized about; a man with an endless hard-on and willing to use it. And when he did go soft, it didn't take long for him to get hard again. I made sure of that!

We were both lifeless the following morning, as one might imagine. But I had to pick up my car when the garage called my cell phone shortly before 10. Anthony said he had to go as well.

"You were here for nearly 14 hours, and at $35 dollars an hour, how much do I owe you?" I asked as he was getting ready to leave.

"You got to be shitting me! I should be the one paying you. Forget it. It's on the house."

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I showered again so I wouldn't smell so much like sex when I left the hotel room. My car worked fine when I took it from the garage and my weekend in Vegas, although cut short was still fun. On the way back from Vegas, I stopped in Barstow and called Anthony. He was free and we met for a quickie in the back seat of my car. That quickie was really not long enough for either one of us. I was really tempted to get a hotel room and stay the night, but I had to get back to work.

I gave Anthony my number, email address and the address of my residence. I encouraged him to write because I love emails, and I made him promise to come to San Francisco soon for a visit. He emails me a few times a month and he's been telling me that he will be coming to San Francisco in the spring. I'll just have to wait and see, and if it does happen, I'll be sure to write about it.