Reply #1 UncleBob's post
Good story, Bro. Well written too. We got another storyteller here, it seems! A great build-up for ya and a great outcome!
Reminds of a similar experience when I was a punting newb: had a veggie massage in a totally legit and fancy joint. The gal is hot and about 5 or so years older than I. The massage is excellent - very pro but also very sensual. She got me rock hard but never touched LB or indicated anything was gonna happen but a veggie massage. I noticed her smiling and staring at my bulge thru the thin sheet that covered me.
I went back, she smiled sincerely upon seeing me. The session ensues, it's great again and so sensual again. But unlike you, I DID make the move to touch her when she was near my head. My hand rested an inch from her leg, I reach out slowly and softly caress down from her mid-thigh to calf. Mmm, so warm and soft. She didn't back away. When I did the flip, still covered, my raging hardon was obvious once again. She work me well all over but never touched LB. Finally, surprisingly, she slowly slides the sheet completely off and utters a beautiful little "sigh". "Beautiful body" she whispers. I look at her - she still won't touch LB but clearly is happy I'm lying naked. WTF? I take her hand and move it to LB but she says "I can't, I can't.., will get fired. But... Please..., You do it.". Huh!?! But I could tell it was sincere.
So, as I start to jerk myself off she pours oil all over my shaft and massages my stomach and thighs and just barely touching my balls. I explode. And she moans a little. It made her hot, no question about it. She stays as I dress. We hug as I am still sitting - a very intense, intimate hug. And then kiss. (Shock!) We break, and I say... "Christ, I really want you!". "Yes" she replies. "You drive me crazy" I say. "I know" she replies, "I love it.., making you crazy". "Next time.., please???" I beg, " We'll be so careful and silent!".
And the next time I went there was no massage at all! We kissed as I entered and laid down together - and very tenderly, slowly, made love. Damn it was nice.
Marina, her name was.
I went back a week later, thinking of her all week, and the place was closed. This was days before everyone had mobile phones, so I never heard from her again. Twenty years on I still remember her vividly.
The build-up, the uncertainty, the sexual tension... It makes that home-run all the more sweet. | |
