Afternoon Massage (from a client’s view)

Posted on April 23, 2011

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It’s one of those lazy hot Manila weekends with nothing better to do. Having split from my boyfriend of many years, I was in no mood to mingle with friends and decided to spend the weekend by myself, walking around Mall of Asia just to shop and watch the world go by. I had on my comfy clothes of short shorts and tank top since it was one of those hot April days when every single move meant sweating some more.

Sitting lazily at Bo’s Cafe after walking for many hours, a man in a fashionable get-up waved at me from outside and smiled. I waved and shrugged my shoulders as if to say, “And who the hell are you?”, but I couldn’t help but smile back. With his round face, salt-&-pepper hair, and luscious pink mouth, the man looked like a slightly-perverted cherub. He wasn’t a drop-dead gorgeous stud, but he exuded sensuality.

He went inside Bo’s but I didn’t mind him as I continued with the magazine I was reading. Or pretended to read as I make passing glances at him as he ordered coffee at the counter. Big, tight buns, broad shoulders, and lickable smooth skin – hmmm, not bad at all.

I was about to go, when he sat beside me. “Mind if I take this seat with you?” I noticed the shop was full and the only seat available was the one in my table so I said yes.

At first I thought it was scary to have a complete stranger approach me like this. But he seems gentle and, for some reason and of all things, the thought of an afternoon delight crossed my mind. (ha-ha!) Maybe I just missed the things my ex-bf and I did on lazy Saturdays. Or maybe I was just getting lonely and this guy isn’t bad looking at all. Whatever it is, I changed my mind about leaving and stayed with him.

“I’m Sam, by the way.”

“Hazel”, I said as I shook hands with him. As I felt his soft but firm grip, I can’t help notice how beautiful his eyes were, gazing intensely into mine.

“Sobrang init sa labas. ‘no?”, he began the conversation.

“Yeah, sinabi mo pa”, I replied. “Been here sa MOA since lunchtime and dito na ako nag-stay to cool down and relax.”

We exchanged pleasantries for a good period of time and I felt so much at ease with him. During the course of the conversation, I found out he’s in his late ‘30s (doesn’t look like it), still single (check!), and lives in a condo nearby. Hmm, sounds like a keeper, if one were to go by a checklist.

But something interesting came about when he revealed that he’s been a professional escort to some high society women. This explains his self-assured demeanor and seeming wealthy lifestyle. As he was saying this, in my mind was this billboard with the word “boyfriend / husband” and a big, red “X” mark written on it. Oh well, he is still interesting and his looks certainly make him more appealing. I don’t know if it was his attire, the hint of a smile or his long lashes, but the man exuded sex.

I was actually having a good time and felt more relaxed with him after almost two hours of conversing. The story then turned towards his clients who apparently enjoy his company, uhm, well more in bed.

“Ano naman ang skills mo that make them cling to you like that?”, I asked.

“Outside of escorting, I do freelance massage kasi and after 2 years at it, I learned a lot about the female body. Alam mo ba na may pressure points ka na if I press on those, you get aroused?”

“Hahaha! Talaga?! Di ako maniwala!”

“Come here.” He reached out to me and since I’m already comfortable with him, I leaned over to him. I was half-expecting he’ll touch me in the chest or groin area. But instead, he combed the hair by my ear and started this massaging at the back of my ear. As he was doing this, he was talking to me in a soft voice as he was gazing into my eyes. It was something about this whole set-up that started to make my heart beat a bit faster and breathing go deeper. It was so sensual and romantic at the same time, I didn’t know what to do. At this moment, I can feel some bit of warmness in my crotch.

“So, how was it?” he asked as he suddenly stopped what he was doing, startling me a bit by the abruptness of it all.

“Ha?! Ah eh, ok lang.” Not wanting to say that I was beginning to get horny by it all.

“Hmm, it seems you are the first na di ko napa-enjoy. Hahaha! Well, there’s always the first time for everything.”

We chatted for a bit more but my mind was still on the sensation that he gave me for that brief moment. We decided to part ways since it was already quite a bit that we’ve been there. As we were stepping out of the coffee shop, our hands touched a bit and it was a warm sensation that got over me. I truly enjoyed that moment with him that the thought of ending it and going back to my lonely room at home just gave me the blues.

“Sam, do you mind if I ask you something?” I asked hesitantly.

“Ayoko ng any complications in my life right now, after the break-up with my boyfriend. Pero I really enjoyed your stories and, well honestly, what you did had an effect on me. Uhm, ok lang ba sa iyo if I can have your sensual massage service today? Just massage and no other extra service.”

I was looking at him to see any changes in his face but he was cool with it. “Hazel, I am totally ok with it. ‘Wag ka nerbyosin, I’ll take care of you.”

With that assurance, I felt more relaxed, something like getting over a hump that you just have to get over with. This was totally out-of-character for me but I guess that’s what makes this experience more erotic.

He said we can go to his condo nearby so that I don’t need to spend on anything. When we got to his place, it was well furnished. He led me to a room where apparently he would hold the massage sessions. A massage table stood in the middle of the room, and two small chairs stood by the wall. He took one chair, and I the other.

“Halika na dito, Hazel.” he said, touching my hand. The touch felt unnecessary, uncalled for. Was he flirting or was he a touchy-feely sort of person? “What kind of massage would you like?”

“Relaxation lang, so light to medium pressure siguro.”
He nodded.
”Usually kaya ko naman ang hard pero I just want to relax ngayon.”

He cocked his eyebrows. “I can give a lot of pressure.” He lifted his hands — his hands were meaty. “I’ve got big hands.” he said, grinning.

“Okay light pressure.” My eyes must have twinkled at the double entendre.

“Iwan muna kita so you can take off your clothes and then you can lie down na sa bed.”

He left and I took off my clothes, and as I did, it occurred to me that he would have enjoyed the sight of me undressing. I’d been working out almost every day for the last couple of weeks. My tummy looked flat, which made my melon-sized breasts look even bigger.

He returned and put on some new-agey music.
He rested his hands on the center of my back, heating my muscles and preparing me for a massage. Then I felt a very unusual sensation on my back, like he was rolling a wooden acupressure roller over my back. Then I realized that he was rolling his knuckles over my back. I’ve had many massages, but his technique was unusual. I figured it must have come from practicing Chinese medicine. I wanted to ask him about it, but decided not to badger him.

He ran his hands down my back, around my hips and up my sides. As he stroked up, his fingers brushed the sides of my breasts. I wondered if Sam was breaking any rules by doing this, but I said nothing. It felt too good. It had always seemed a pity to me that masseurs didn’t do breasts. It felt so fucking good.

After Sam finished my back, he started massaging my arms. He took my forearm into his hand and stroked down, so that his hand ended up in mine. I squeezed my fingers around his. The gesture was spontaneous, but it made heat rise to my cheeks.
After he massaged my arms, I asked him to massage my hip joints. I had some pain in my low back, and thought it might be due to tight hips. Sam wrapped his fingers around my hip-bones, dug in, and stroked up, but my body didn’t sigh as I’d expected it to.

The problem was somewhere else.
Sam ran his hand from my shoulders down to my butt, and then he started kneading my butt cheek. He pushed his knuckle in a bit, and I yelped.

“Too hard?”

“Yeah, pero mabuti naman siguro para sa akin na ganyan.” I replied, figuring that the tension in my back was due to my tight ass. 
He ignored my masochistic request and lightened his touch. He skirted his fingertips lightly over my thighs as if flirting, as if teasing. Artist, I thought. This man is a touch artist.

“Sarap talaga niyan ginagawa mo.”

“As long as you’re happy, I’m happy.”

I blushed into my head rest. If that didn’t sound like pillow talk, I didn’t know what did.

“How’s the pressure?”

“Perfect.” I purred.
His fingers crept closer and closer to my pussy, and I wondered if he’d touch me.

He didn’t. Instead he pulled down on the skin of my inner thighs, sending tingles to my pussy. A whimper, barely audible, escaped my mouth. 
Maybe, I should ask him out after the massage I thought, though it felt slightly inappropriate. I wondered if the attraction was mutual. If it was, surely, I’d feel it in his touch.

I closed my eyes and focused in on his touch. He dragged his pinky down my leg, as if caressing me. Flirty mister.
He shifted to my other leg.

“Feels good?”

“Ano naman ‘yang tanong mo? Siyempre naman!” I teased.

He chuckled. “Sabihin mo lang if masyado ako makwento.”

“Di ka nga nagkwento eh.”

“Well, ‘di ako nagkukwento to give you a relaxing experience.”

“Well, ‘di rin ako nagkwento kasi you weren’t talking.”

“So, ano gusto mo pagusapan?” he asked, as he dragged the pads of his fingers down my leg.

“Married ka na?”

“Nope, di pa ako married and wala pa din anak.”

I smiled at the unasked-for admission.

“You?”

“I have a pussy. Haha!”

“What’s he like?”
 He was making light circles around my calves, which felt so good that I had to pause.

“Black na black, like the night.”

He ran his hands down my thigh and then back up. His fingers brushed against my pussy. My back jolted, lifted, and I trembled. My breath shook. He must have noticed.

He stroked down. It couldn’t have been a mistake. Could it?

On the way up, his finger brushed against my pussy again. This time, he touched twice. It was intentional.

My body shook. I wanted to tell him that if he was going to do that, he’d better fuck me, but I remained silent, curious about what else he would do.

“Hazel, pwede ka na baligtad ng higa.” he said, and his voice sounded a little hoarse. 

He lifted the sheet, and I turned over onto my back. He covered my breasts with the sheet and tucked it under. He walked behind me and started massaging my neck. I wondered if he noticed how quickly my chest was rising and falling.

“So, kwento ka pa a bit more about your pussy.”

Surely, he was teasing me. For once, I had nothing to say about my cat.

“What did you do before massage?”

“Odd jobs, mostly working in the accounting department of companies,” he said as he massaged my collarbones.

I nodded. It wasn’t what I expected. Seems he was a regular Joe back before he was an escort-masseur.

Through the sheet, he ran his fingers down my scapula, over the ribs and around my breasts. I felt my nipples harden. He ignored them. Frustrated, I wondered if he limited his groping to touches that could be dismissed as accidental. He walked over to my side, lifted the sheet and tucked it under my other thigh. He ran his middle fingers down along my pelvic bones, digging in.

“Masyado bang malalim?”

“No.”

He moved his hand to the other hip. 
I wondered if he’d touch me again. 
I looked at him. He looked at me. His big brown eyes seemed calm. 
My heart was beating in my throat. 
On the way to my left hip, he ran his fingers over my pubic mound. 
I shivered. He did it again, this time he touched my clit.
My back jerked up. I trembled.

He put his hand underneath my back and kissed my mouth. I nibbled on his lips. As my back fell flat, he lifted the sheet off my breasts, and took a nipple into his mouth.

I wondered if he’d done this before. If he did it with all of his clients. If that’s why he charged so much. Then I chided myself. It didn’t matter. His sex-life was his business.

I wrapped my fingers through his hair.

He increased the pressure on my clit, as if pushing me to cum.

“Gentle lang, Sam.”

“Good,” he said and smiled at my acquiescence. By making a request, I gave him permission. 

He lightened his touch and licked a finger, and started running it over the hood of my clit. My body shook and shook.

“Ipasok mo na daliri mo, please.”

He slid his digit between my pussy lips, and I could feel how wet and slick I was. My stomach trembled. I wanted him inside. I was so hungry for him. He bent over and started licking my clit as he finger-fucked me. Then he kissed me, and I tasted my pussy on his lips.

“Tanggalin na nga natin ito.” 
A tad stupified, I got up, naked in front of him. I wrapped my hands around his waist. His belly was round. His shirt was soaked through. Not the image of sexy, but his hands felt yum around my waist. And I liked how he gazed at me through those long dark eyelashes.

He pushed me against the table and kissed my shoulder.

He scraped his barely-there nails over my breasts, causing me to shiver. I threw my neck back and I felt his lips on my neck.

“Napaka-sexy mo talaga, Hazel,” he said, as he cupped my breasts. He rubbed my nipples between his fingers, and from the glint in his eye, I could see that he liked teasing me. I sat up on the table and wrapped my legs around him. I grabbed his neck and pulled him close, and I ran my tongue over his lips. He groaned. Success.

“Nagawa mo na ba ito dati?” he asked.

“I-seduce ang isang massage therapist?” I gazed up as if trying to remember, “Let’s see…hmmm, ‘di pa siguro, ‘no. hahaha!”

He chuckled. So maybe he wasn’t a gigolo.

“Tanggalin na din natin ito.” I said while tugging on his shirt. He pulled it off, and I ran my hands down his chest and I squeezed his cute little love-handle.

“Poking fun of my fat?”

“Sexy naman eh,” I said, nibbling on the side of his jaw. He growled and pinched my nipple. I grabbed him by the hair, pulled his mouth to mine, and ground my hips against his. Even though he was wearing boxer shorts, I felt how hard he was. I put my hand on his cock. It twitched. (Yey!)

I pulled down his shorts and his cock jumped up at me. That thing must be 6” at least! Yummy! Yummy! I took it in hand, and a shiver went through Sam’s entire body. It was so sexy.

I got on my knees and brushed my cheek over his cock. It felt so soft. I could smell his pre-cum. I brushed my lips over his head and a bead of pre-cum fell into my mouth. The taste was bitter, musky, and yummy. It made me wet.
I flicked my tongue over the tip. I licked around the head, wrapped my right hand around his shaft, and slid my mouth down his cock. I bobbed my head on his cock until his legs started shaking. To keep him from cumming, I took my mouth off his cock and pulled his balls away from his body. He exhaled. Shaking trembling.

“May condom ka ba?” I asked him.

For a moment, he looked a little stupid. Then he nodded, left the room, and soon re-appeared with a condom in hand.

Standing next to me, he spread my pussy lips with his fingers. “Grabe, sobra ka nang basa!” he purred, took his finger out, and brought it to my lips. I licked. I tasted bittersweet.

“Please Sam, umpisahan mo na!”

“Upo ka, Hazel.”

He pushed me onto the table, so I was sitting.

“So bossy,” I complained, smiling. I love domineering men. I sat down on the massage table. He kneeled and sat between my legs. While holding down my thighs, he bit my thighs and suckled on my pussy lips. I dug my nails into his shoulders and groaned. He pushed his fingers inside my pussy. My pussy shook.

“Oh, shit!”

He started flicking his tongue over my clit while pushing his fingers in and out of my pussy. I felt my pussy juice drip down my ass. I pushed his head away, and said, “Halika na, pumasok ka na!”

“Yes mam.”

He rolled the condom down his cock, wrapped his arm around me, and pushed his cock inside of me. It felt filling.

“Masarap ba?”

I nodded and smiled. He was gentle and his cock felt huge and fat.
He kissed my neck and stroked my cheek with his hand.

“Cutie.”

I lifted my hips up and he started fucking me. I met him thrust for thrust. A tingling sensation rose up, out of my low-belly and into my arms, back, chest, and legs. We started tongue-sucking and fucking hard. My tits shook. I started rubbing my clit. My pussy started to pulse. I tried to tell him I was cumming, but I couldn’t talk.
I felt our bodies vibrate together. He pushed hard into me and screamed, and then became still.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed me gently. “Okay ka lang?”

“Sobra.”

His face looked soft and gentle. If I was a cat, I’d curl up next to him.

“Thank you,” I said and meant it.

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