"Expires one year from date of issue."
I sat in my office, staring at those words for what seemed hours. It was my birthday, and exactly one year ago, my sister had gotten me a gift card for a free "gold package" Heavenly Massage. She even made it out to "Tom The Workaholic".
This place wasn't some sleazy corner joint run by hookers with nimble fingers; no, this place was high-class and totally on the level. Yet, for a year I talked myself out of going.
"What if I get an erection?" I would constantly worry. "What if my masseuse is a man?" "What if my masseuse is a man AND I get an erection?" I even went so far as to Google for things like "spa etiquette" and "erection during massage". Everything I'd found assured me that this was a common occurrence and was nothing to be embarrassed about.
Invariably, however, I talked myself out of going time and time again.
With a sigh, I put the gift card back into my wallet. I cupped my chin in my hand and turned my head to one side. *POP!* I winced as my neck cracked and the tension in my neck shot through my shoulders and down my back, only to return to my neck moments later.
I paused for moment. "Fuck it," I said, as my neck continued to throb. I was going for a massage.
I arrived at the spa and went through the routine sign in. I was eventually greeted by my masseuse, Claire.
Upon seeing this woman, my hands went numb. I think I was almost hoping that they would have given me a man... less pressure, I'd figured. No, instead, they gave me Claire. Mid-20's, blonde, tall, thin... huge tits, which she made no attempt to hide.
Before I could even begin to contemplate leaving, Claire had given me a robe and a pair of sandals and lead me back to her work area.
The spa itself was nice, and the ambiance helped put me at ease a bit. The rooms were small and private but smelled unique and refreshing. I asked what the smell was in the room, trying not to appear too awkward. "Ylang Ylang," Claire replied, as she proceeded to instruct me to remove all of the clothing that I felt comfortable removing and to put on the provided robe and sandals; I was told to lay face-up on the massage table.
"I'll come back in just a minute," Claire said, to which I nodded.
My hands went slightly numb again, and my mind began to race. "How much do I take off?" I asked myself. "Do I leave on my boxers?" Knowing that Claire was soon to return, I made the decision to undress completely. I put on the robe and sandals and lied on the table, as I'd been instructed.
No sooner had I lied down than Claire had returned, knocking lightly first before entering the room.
Claire asked me what was bothering me.
"My neck," I replied.
Claire nodded but said nothing. Instead, she draped a towel over the lower half of my body and picked up a bottle of some type of lotion. The label on the bottle was hand-written -- "Jojoba."
"Joe-joe-bah?" I asked. Claire chuckled. "Hoe-hoe-bah," she corrected me.
"Sorry," I replied. "This is my first massage."
"Just relax," Claire assured me. "Close your eyes."
I did so.
Claire filled her cupped palm with Jojoba lotion and began to massage my body slowly. At first, it was a strange and almost awkward experience -- she massaged my forehead, my ears, my earlobes, my nose.
As she worked, however, I began to relax more, and having some of these areas massaged began to feel more enjoyable.
Slowly, methodically, she worked her way down. She spent several minutes working her long, thin, powerful fingers deep into the knotted trenches of my neck.
In fact, after Claire had finishing working my neck, I was almost ready to get up and get dressed, but Claire instead continued to work her way down, stopping this time at my chest.
"There's more?" I asked with sincerity.
Claire chuckled again. "We don't stop at your neck. This is a full-body massage. Close your eyes and try to relax."
Claire's agile fingers continued to work across my chest. The way her fingertips stroked across my nipples was strangely erotic. I'm sure she intended nothing sexual in her movements, but they nonetheless felt very sensual.
As Claire worked her way from my chest to my stomach, a lump formed in my throat. I knew the inevitable was occurring, and I could feel myself becoming more and more anxious.
As Claire continued to run her fingers across my stomach almost rhythmically, my cock quickly became engorged. I tried to make it stop: I thought pure thoughts. I thought gross thoughts. I thought nothing at all. None of this, however, was helping. My body was simply responding naturally to this woman's fingers touching me.
I opened my eyes to see if Claire had noticed, though I had little doubt that my throbbing hard-on was going unnoticed.
No, quite the contrary. I opened my eyes to find my thick, hard cock standing straight up. To my amazement, however, the towel that had been draped over my waist was now much further down my body, at around ankle-level, and my cock was clearly exposed through the front opening of my robe.
I looked up in Claire's direction, and while her face remained fairly expressionless, her nipples were rock-hard.
I looked down at my cock, and I saw a pool of pre-cum on the tip, with some even having run down the shaft.
Without much thought, I simply blurted out, "I'm sorry about this. We can stop."
"I can't send you home like this. You'll be worse off than when you got here." Claire cracked a bit of a smile, evidently amused by her own comment.
Bewildered, I simply stared back at her.
As if in some sort of dream, Claire tugged her blouse down to her waist, exposing her pristine breasts and erect nipples. My eyes widened.
Claire proceeded to drizzle a few long streams of Jojoba lotion between her breasts and without hesitation, leaned forward and began to stroke my cock with her magnificent tits.
I groaned loudly at first, and then quickly remembered where I was. I made a conscious effort to keep from being noisy, but it was definitely not easy...
As my breathing began to get faster, Claire began taking the head of my cock into her mouth on every upswing as she jerked me off with her soft, sleek breasts.
I writhed a bit and groaned again as my toes curled. With one final low grunt, I began to cum. Claire lashed her tongue over the head of my cock, letting my cum shoot onto her tongue and slowly run off and onto my cock.
As my orgasm subsided, Claire continued to stroke my cum into the warm flesh of my cock using her breasts. I closed my eyes once again.
Moments later, I felt Claire toweling both the lotion and cum off my body. I opened my eyes, and she had already put her blouse back on.
"I hope your neck feels better," she stated matter-of-factually.
"Yes, it does," I assured her.
Claire proceeded to instruct me to get dressed and to leave the robe and sandals in the bin in the corner of the room. The towel, she informed me, she would take care of.
As I thanked Claire for her service, she proceeded to tell me, "Tell Trish I said hey and that I'll see her this weekend." She then picked up the spa towel and left the room.
Her comment caught me totally off guard, and I stood there for a moment in the room alone.
Trish is my sister, and is apparently good friends with Claire.
I pondered for a moment exactly what had just happened here, and I then got dressed and left the spa, wondering -- hoping -- that my neck pain would not stay gone long...
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