I had always been curious about visiting a massage parlor, but I never had the chance to experience it until I met him. His name was Trevor and we met at a bar downtown. We exchanged numbers after having a few drinks, and he offered to take me to his massage parlour where I could get a full-body massage from an experienced masseuse.
I remember being nervous as we drove up to the small building on the outskirts of town. The lights were dim, and the air was filled with soft jazz music. Trevor led me inside, and we were greeted by a friendly woman named Maria, who explained that she had an unexpected emergency to tend to, so Trevor stepped in and said I’d be getting an hour-long massage from him.
Trevor led me into a small room with dim lighting and soft music playing in the background. He showed me where to lie down on the massage table and instructed me to take off whichever clothes I was comfortable with.
I felt comfortable removing everything. As I lay there, completely naked, I could feel his warm hands gliding over my skin, starting at my neck and working their way down to my back.
I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh as he worked out the knots in my muscles. His hands were strong but gentle, and I could feel myself becoming more and more relaxed with each passing moment.
Trevor’s hands moved lower and lower until they reached my ass, where he began to knead the tight muscles there. I couldn’t help but let out a soft moan as he worked his way down to my thighs.
As he continued to massage me, his fingers found their way between my legs, where he began to rub my pussy through the towel that covered it. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as he inconspicuously stroked me.
Trevor must have sensed my excitement because he suddenly stopped and told me to turn over onto my back. He then pulled the towel away from my pussy, revealing my naked body to him.
I felt a wave of shame wash over me as I lay there completely exposed. But Trevor’s eyes were filled with lust as he looked down at me, and I knew that he wanted me just as much as I wanted him.
His hands returned to my body, this time starting at my feet and working their way up towards my pussy. As he reached the area between my legs, he began to rub me in slow, circular motions, causing me to moan softly with pleasure.
I could feel myself getting closer and closer to orgasm as Trevor continued to massage me. His hands were warm and soft against my skin, and I felt like I was melting into the massage table beneath me.
Trevor’s fingers found their way inside of me, and he began to finger me with slow, deep thrusts. I could feel every inch of him as he thrust in and out of me, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
My orgasm built up slowly at first, like a low rumble in my stomach, before finally exploding outwards like fireworks. The entire build up was intense and overwhelming, unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
As I came down from my high, I looked up to see Trevor smiling down at me. He then leaned forward and whispered into my ear, “You have such a beautiful pussy.” His words sent shivers down my spine as I realized that this was only the beginning of our fun.
