I lived in Sunnyvale, California. I was working for a now defunct joint called Advanced Memory Systems. I was working a second shift job as a tech. Since I was in the process of getting a divorce, my sex live was in the shitter. I had recently heard about these "massage parlors" that did a whole lot more than massage you, or if you will, they massaged what you really wanted massaged. Moreover they did it nude. I got a copy of a rag called the "Berkly Barb" that was supposed to be some sort of underground news paper, but there were one butt-load of sex ads in there even for a so called liberal paper. I found a place in there that looked promising; it was in Palo Alto.
Not too far north of where I was. I forget the name of the place, not that it matters much as it probably is long gone anyway.
I called the place after I had been working for a couple of hours. By
then everyone else on first shift was out of there and I was the only
one on second shift in that department that night (by now probably a
violation of OSHA damn-near-every-regulation). I made an appointment to
see a masseuse about ten o'clock. Figuring it would take about thirty
minutes to get there, park, and get into the place, I left about nine
thirty. I got there on time and went into the lobby of this dimly lit
place. It just looked seedy enough to be one of the kind I was looking
for and matched the ad to a T. Pretty soon a twenty something (try
early twenties!) girl came out and got me. She told me her name, but I
forget it now, not that it was her real name anyway. She had on a pair
of shorts and a halter top. Sexy, but nothing blatant. She said she was
my masseuse for the session. She led me back into a dimly lit room.
There was a table about two feet wide and about waist high with a
pillow on it and a fresh sheet. She told me to get my clothes off and
then lie on it and put the towel over me; she would be right back.
Well, I got my clothes off and lay face down on the table with the
towel over my ass. About five minutes later she came back, closed the
door to the room and quickly took off her top and shorts. Now she was
nude. She was thin and had a nice body; great ass and great tits! I
would have loved to have gotten my hands on both of them. She asked me
if I wanted an oil massage or a powder massage. I took the oil one. So
far this is all a legit message, even if she was nude while doing it.
She did my back and legs, and removed the towel for the parts under
there, which is to say, she did massage my ass. I gotta tell you that
her hands on my butt started a boner going! Next I was to roll over
onto my back with the towel over me. I lay there while she massaged my
front. It did feel good. She removed the towel, massaged the front of
me near my cock without ever touching it, and then replaced the towel.
The massage was really over about then. "Can I help you with anything
else?" she asked. "Like what?" I asked, knowing what I would like, but
being a little nervous about asking. "Oh, like problems at home or
something." she said "My sex life at home sucks." I said. "Well, we are
allowed to do hand or head." she said quite matter of factly. Knowing
it wasn't part of the price of the massage, I now showed that I had
never been to one of these places before. "How much is hand?" I asked
her, thinking that it would be a lot cheaper to get a hand job than a
blow job (I was right). This is where the legal tap-dance if you will
started. I finally got it figured out that I had to offer her a figure
for it and she could say okay, but couldn't offer to do it for x bucks.
We arrived at the figure of twenty five dollars fairly quickly (told
you it was a long time ago). I got the money out of my wallet, handed
it to her and lay back down on the table. She put a little more oil on
her hands and took my cock, now about half hard in her hand and began
stroking it up and down. It felt great, but her skin was so soft and
the oil further reduced friction to the point where I was never going
to get off like this. "Hold it a little tighter." I said. She gripped
it harder and kept on stroking. I was going to touch her, but she said
that wasn't allowed. Now I was getting really hard and it wasn't too
long before I was ready to come. She must have been able to sense that
I was near and gripped my rigid shaft even tighter and stroked it
faster. "I'm going to come." I groaned. "Good, let it all out." A few
seconds later I did. My body went stiff and this huge load of come shot
way up into the air and landed on my chest. She kept right stroking and
never missed a beat as load after load came out of me. Only the first
one really shot out, but there was a lot of come on my stomach by the
time she was done. She kept on stroking my cock
now with a mixture of my come and oil as she milked the last of it out
of me. "How was that?" she said letting go of me when I was finally
done. "Great." as about all I could say. She thanked me for coming in
and told me to use the towel to wipe up the come. She quickly dressed
and left the room. I could have taken a shower there if I wanted to. I
passed on that as I had to get back to work as quick as I could. By the
time I got back to work, after thinking about the events that had just
happened, I was so horney again that I went into the men's room and sat
in a stall and jerked myself off again. Since I hadn't taken a shower
there, there was still some of the oil she had used on me on my cock.
That only added fuel to the fire. Thinking about her stroking me as I
stroked myself got me off again to another huge climax in no time. The
rest of that evening I thought about her jacking me off but I wasn't
"quite" so horney.
by Quicksilver
The Masturbation page
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