My first bodyslide massage by Andy+Hall
Rating: 91%, Read 40974 times, Posted Oct 10, 2019
True Story | Massage, Prostitution
Linda, Linda, Linda.
Oh my fucking God, Linda.
I saw an ad on Backpage for a massage studio in the city. I went there a few weeks ago.
The place was up two flights of stairs and I paused in the lift foyer to get my breath back. I was nervous and my heart was pounding. I hesitated to go in because I could tell my voice would be croaky with nerves. It didn’t look like a sleazy place. It looked like it might be legitimate. Maybe I wouldn’t get a happy ending after all. I took a few deep breaths and went in.
The girl at reception welcomed me and asked if I’d been before. I said no. She asked me what type of massage I was after and I asked about prices. I opted for a 45-minute oil relaxation massage for $65. The receptionist was very good looking with long honey blonde hair, deep cleavage peeking out of her little black top. When she stepped out from behind the desk, I could see she was wearing a tiny leather skirt. Her lovely long legs where smeared with fake tan. As she led me to a room I wanted to say, “can you be my massage therapist?” It was probably my good fortune that I was too nervous to speak.
She led me to a small room with a massage table in it. It was dimly lit and there was soothing relaxation music playing. She said if I wanted deep pressure to tell the massage therapist and then she closed the door.
I stripped down to my jocks and put my clothes on the vinyl chair in the corner. I sat on the edge of the massage table while I waited.
The girl who came in was dressed in floppy yoga pants and a loose-fitting top. She did not immediately strike me as pretty. She had brown hair and matching brown eyes. Her hair was plainly styled and a bit of a mess, but her eyes had a slightly exotic shape.
She introduced herself as Linda and asked me to lie down. I asked if I should take off my jocks.
“Aha.” I took that as a “yes”.
I started to take them off and she stopped me. Perhaps I misunderstood her. She had a strong European accent. She held up a sari as a screen for me to undress behind. It was all very modest and proper.
She covered the whole back of my body with the sari and rubbed my skin through it. Then she bunched up the sari in her hands and dragged it over me. It tickled.
Linda told me she was German, from Stuttgart. She was travelling around Australia. She had spent time in Perth and Sydney. She liked Melbourne best. She was going to Brisbane next and then Cairns. I was nervous at first and my heart pounded. But as we talked I began to relax.
She asked me if I wanted any “additional services”.
“Full body slide massage with hand relief is $150. A nude massage without body slide is $120.”
I said I would just go for the $120.
“If you change your mind at any time and decide you want body slide, that’s OK.”
I asked if the $120 included hand relief.
“Of course. Hand relief is included with both. Have you ever had a full body slide massage before, Andy?”
“You should try it. It is very nice. Intimate. Erotic. Relaxing. Two bodies against each other. I touch every part of your body with every part of my body.”
She spoke in that clipped and direct German way. It was a strong sales pitch for $30.
I was interested, but I was quickly calculating whether I had enough cash with me. I’d actually only planned to pay to see her tits. I had enough, but she would clean me out.
She had poured oil on me and was taking liberties with my inside leg. My heart was racing and I was in no fit state to defend my last thirty bucks.
“Ok. I’ll try the full body slide.”
“Good!” The tone was victorious.
She used her forearm and elbow to massage me firmly from my ankles all the way up to my shoulders. Along the way, she asked me about my day, whether I was from Melbourne, what the weather was like outside. I was not aware that she had taken her clothes off, but I had the distinct impression that her boob was pressing against my back as she pressed her forearm into my neck. She was leaning in close to me. Her hair touched mine and I could feel her breath on my ear as she spoke.
“How do you like it so far, Andy?” It was a suggestive, intimate whisper in my ear.
“It’s very nice, thank you.” I felt like the nerd in some goofball comedy.
After she did the other side, asking me questions and talking the whole time, she finished up standing next to my head and rubbing down my back from my shoulders to my arse. She was leaning over me and stretching out until her little boobs touched my back. I could feel my head nuzzling into her lap as she leaned against me. My hands were under my forehead and I could feel her bare thighs touching my skin.
“Can I touch you?”
I put my hands around her lovely hips and felt her firm buttocks. She had a very athletic figure. Her skin was smooth and soft.
She climbed on the table between my legs. I parted them further to make room for her. I could feel the plump softness of her thighs and hips pressing against my legs.
Using her hands, she pressed hard on my bum and lower back. My cock was squashed against the table by her weight and he squirmed. I had my eyes closed and my face in that hole in the massage table. I was relaxed, but very attuned to the various moves she was making. Not able to see her and wondering what she was going to do next.
There was a shifting about and she was at my hip on the outside of the table.
She poured oil all over my ass and thighs. Sweeping one hand after the other, she swept oil up the inside of my thigh into my groin and up into the crack of my ass. With each hand in a karate chop position, one following the other, she separated my buttocks and ran the edge of her hands over my anus. Up they went, and down. Down the opposite thigh and back up again. It was the most wonderful feeling.
“Ohhhh my God,” I said. “No one’s ever done that before.” It felt like nothing else I’d ever felt. She kept going.
“Ohhhhhhhhhh.” I let out a deep shuddering groan through the hole in the massage table.
Her fingers started to dally over my anus. That felt even better. Some ads for body rubs talk about anal play. I’d never experienced it before. She played me like an instrument and my nerves made music.
“That was wonderful. Thank you,” I said when she had finished.
“You are welcome. Now turn over please.” Very businesslike.
Linda put a pillow under my head and started massaging my face. Standing behind my head at the top of the table she looked down on me and smiled. I looked up and smiled. Her little breasts looked gorgeous. Little globes of porcelain white skin with pink areola and soft pink pouting nipples.
She had some creamy gel on her hands and smeared it down my nose, across the skin between my upper lip and my nose and across my eyebrows. Knowing where her hands had just come from, I vaguely wondered if this was some ass-to-mouth humiliation thing. But I was still in a state of bliss from the anal play and her fingers massaging my face felt so good I didn’t want her to stop.
Then she poured oil on my chest and started spreading it with her warm hands. She leaned over my face to reach down my torso. When she came back, her lovely young throat was over my face. It was delicate and beautiful. I wanted to kiss it. Her pouting lips and exotic eyes passed over me too. I had a breathtaking expectancy that she was going to kiss me. Instead she smirked her little smirky smile. She lunged down my chest and her little boobs dabbed my cheeks. I kissed her cleavage. She did it again and again and each time I tried to kiss one of her soft nipples.
When she changed position, I asked if she had done massage in Germany. She said that she did yoga and meditation and massage started as a hobby.
“I was a personal trainer.”
She was beside me now, leaning over me and pouring oil on my legs. I caught a good look at her firm ass and strong thighs.
“That makes sense. You look very fit.”
I also saw her nose and lips in profile. She had beautiful features.
“You’re also very beautiful.”
“Thank you.” She looked back and gave me a proper smile.
She was rubbing oil on my stomach now. Her hands were bumping casually into my cock. I had my hands behind my head. I was enjoying myself so much and yet I was not that hard. Linda had me relaxed and excited and mesmerised by her simple beauty.
She climbed back onto the table between my legs. She had a gorgeous figure. So soft and feminine and yet trim and athletic at the same time. Her belly was lovely and round, but toned. Her pussy was shaved and tucked invisibly between those gorgeous thighs. Only when she moved did I get a fleeting glimpse of neat lips hanging down from between her legs. She sat astride my leg and pressed her pussy into my thigh. She was pumping a foaming cream out of a bottle and smearing it on my chest. Then she sat back and smeared it on her breasts and belly. She applied it like sexual war paint. She had her head turned sideways in a way that was both proud and theatrical. I watched and adored her.
The moment had arrived. With that knowing smirk and her exotic eyes locked on mine, she lunged down my body, pressing all of her soft feminine body against me. Her breasts rippled over my face like a wave and I went under, drowning in their pink softness. I tried to gulp one of them. Soft slippery skin covered my face and I couldn’t see or breathe. The tide of Linda’s gorgeous body washed over me and then went out again and I came up for air.
She surfed me repeatedly and each time I savoured the feeling of her slippery little breasts pressing against my lips, my nose, my cheeks, my eyes. Meanwhile her strong thigh rode over my groin. I was in heaven. I smiled with joy and she smiled back as her face sailed teasingly close to mine.
“Do you like that?”
“I love it!”
“I’m glad. I knew you would.”
She sat back between my legs and poured oil on her hands and my cock. She started to massage my cock. She got me going and then stopped. Plunging down my body and surfing on my erection. My breath caught and I gasped as she drowned me in her lovely skin.
She repeated this a few times. Teasing me. Wanking me and then leaving me hanging. I grabbed her gorgeous ass with both hands. It felt sensational. I ran my finger over her anus and felt for her vagina. Everything was wet and slippery. She didn’t object or say “no” as I tried to finger her. She just washed back out to sea and out of my reach. This happened a few more times and the rhythm was like sex. I desperately wanted her crotch to snag on my anchor. The way she looked into my eyes as she glided past seemed to say that she wanted it too. It was as if we were both getting carried away. God I wanted to fuck her.
She changed positions. She straddled my hips and rode up and down on my erection, pressing it between her bum cheeks with her lubricated hand. She arched her back and rubbed her breasts with her free hand. If she wasn’t wild with desire, she was a great actress. It took me a moment to register that I was not inside her vagina. Then it seemed as if that would be her next move. Screw the goofball comedy, I felt like I was in a porn film now.
Her strong thighs lifted her up and down with ease. Then suddenly my bulging erection was sticking up from her groin. Her pussy was pressing against my balls. She was writhing around and wanking my cock as if it was her own. She screwed her lips up into a raunchy Mick Jagger pout and her expression seemed to say, “if I had a cock, this is what I’d fucking do with it!” But she was not looking at me. Not speaking to me. She was in her own world.
I tried to say “Linda, you are so sexy and so beautiful.” But I lost the power of speech before I finished and I heard myself saying “Linda, you are s-sex!” My head arched back. Her fist slid up and down my cock in a way I just couldn’t take any more. My eyes closed and my hands clutched her thighs and they felt so firm and strong and gorgeous. I felt the heavy spitting rain of hot cum splashing all over me. It rained and it rained and it rained. Linda was still wanking away when I should have been spent and there was a last desperate spurt that landed half way up my chest.
I could not open my eyes or breathe normally for a while. Linda sat astride me, holding my raw cock for a few minutes after I was done. She did not seem to want to give it back to me.
“Thank you,” I panted. “Thank you.”
“No worries. That is an Australian expression, is it not?” I nodded. “I like it,” she smiled a lovely warm smile. The lust was gone.
She mopped up the mess with lots of tissues and then cleaned off the oil with hot towels.
After I was clean and dressed I paid her the $150. Best $150 I’ve ever spent.
Oh my fucking God, Linda!
Rating: 91%, Read 40974 times, Posted Oct 10, 2019
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