I’m John, I’m an engineer and I commission equipment for factories, so my job requires me to travel a lot. In my latest adventure, which is how I like to see every start up I go to, I was booked at an excellent four star hotel in the Czech Republic . Things however were not going that well and I was doing fourteen hour long days at the plant, seven days a week for two and a half weeks. Finally at the end of the third week things started to go smoother, so I had the Sunday off and decided to treat myself to an aromatherapy massage at the hotel’s spa.
When I arrived at the spa I was handed a bathrobe and proceeded to change, leaving only my boxer shorts on. I was pleasantly surprised to see that I would be getting the massage from an adorable girl from Indonesia, who had only recently arrived to the country. At 5’5’ she stood slightly smaller than me and had a few extra pounds, most of which were well placed at her tits and ass. She had long, straight black hair, playful eyes behind a pair of glasses, a smile that made you want to smile back and wore something akin to a robe. We made small talk until we reached the room I would have the massage in where she asked me to take my boxers off. I told her I would rather I kept them on, but she insisted I take them off so I would be free of clothing and could really enjoy the massage, so I took them off.
I lay face down on the massage table. She turned the lights off, put on some soft music and covered me in towels. The scent of the oil she used was something between that of an orange and a tangerine and her warm hands felt really good on me as she started to massage my lower back. She finished with my back and proceeded to my legs, starting from the foot and moving up. I was really relaxed and enjoying the feeling until her fingers touched my sack as she was massaging up my thighs.
The first time she touched me it was only a very light touch, to the point I thought I might be imagining things since it was almost a month since I last had some sex. But then, to my surprise she touched me again, and again; each time a little longer, and a little bolder than before. I must have given her some indication because she asked me to relax and told me it was all part of the massage and resumed to massage where my ass meets my thighs, all the while reaching to brush my balls with her fingers.
Despite what my mind was thinking, my cock found her touching quite stimulating and I started to get quite uncomfortable, so her asking me to turn around came with mixed emotions of relief and worry; worry about what she would think about my semi-erect cock. I slowly turned around and to my relief she stood behind me and started to massage my head and arms.
After she was done, she moved to my sides and abs. Each time she had to rub close to my waist she would have to stretch a little and her tits would brush against my head, and it caused me to start getting hard again. Then, each time her breasts touched my head she would slow down and linger for a fraction of a second, making the contact last that much longer. It was not long until I felt her nipple brushing against my hair through the thin fabric of her robe and when I did, I would arch my body slightly to press against it. My mind was focused on staying in rhythm with her breasts, wanting to feel her nipples harden, so I was startled when she stopped, afraid I had done something wrong and that she would take offense.
I heard some shuffling and felt her climb on the massage table, putting her knees on either side of my shoulders, the lower part of her robe falling on top of my face and started rubbing from my lower abs down to my inner thighs, throwing the towel that covered my stiff cock to the side. As her hands moved from my inner thighs to my waist and back she would brush against my cock, never really touching it, but always teasing me that this time she might; and each time, she would press against my thighs, spreading them slightly.
I lay there, loving the feeling of her warm oily hands on me, breathing heavier as her hands moved closer and closer to my balls, her nails trailing along the length of my cock. She lowered her head and breathed a warm, moist breath on the head of my cock as she lifted it with one hand to bring it closer to her mouth. She kissed the tip, and alternated running her hands from the bottom of my cock all the way to the top, her thumb rubbing my head before she let go.
I was loving the much needed attention and took my time returning the favor. It was not until the musky scent of her pussy mixed with that of the oil reached my nostrils that I realized how close to my mouth it was. I rubbed my body to get oil on my fingers and reached up to touch her thighs, running my hands slowly up and down, each time pressing a little harder, each time lowering her closer to my waiting mouth. When she was close enough, I reached up with my fingers to pull her panties aside but felt none, so I poked her pussy lips with my tongue.
I tried to get in rhythm with her stroking; each time she would run her hand up my cock I would run my tongue up her pussy, between her lips; when she rubbed the head of my cock, I would flick or press against her clit with my tongue.