I arrived at the massage parlour eager in anticipation. I did not realise it then, but what lay ahead of me was going to be more than I had anticipated.
I rang the front doorbell and a very neatly dressed woman opened the door. “Good evening. I am Grace, the receptionist. How can I help you this evening?”
“I would like to have a massage, please.”
“And you are…”
“Oh… Angel.”
“Yes, you have certainly come to the right place. Just follow me.” The receptionist led me to a small sitting room where she indicated for me to take a seat. “We have several girls available at present who I think you will like. I will send them in for you to meet.”
The receptionist left the room closing the door behind her. My heart was pounding in anticipation of who I was about to meet.
I was dying for a massage. A sensual massage. A sexual massage by a girl. I wanted to be pampered. I was feeling very restless. It seemed that nothing else would do the trick.
At times like this, when I was not in a relationship, I occasionally went to Pamela’s Pampering, a massage parlour that provides such a service. I love beautiful girls. Beautiful leggy girls. I love to be massaged while I am nude. I am very self-indulgent.
More than a therapeutic massage, a full body massage leaves out no part of the body, with sexual pleasure being part of the experience. Enjoyment of the company of the masseuse is an integral part of the experience. The girl I like to be massaged by is one who has a good figure, shows her beautiful legs and does not mind being touched. All over. While I show my erect penis.
Massages (the sensual ones) are usually done with the girl (or guy!) being completely naked. But I like to have a CFNM (clothed female nude male) experience. This is with the girl remaining clothed while I am completely nude. I love the feeling of helplessness and surrender while being naked in the presence of someone fully girl.
Pamela’s Pampering offered a choice of full body massage or full sex. I never did the full sex, finding the massage a much nicer experience with the girls generally more engaging and open to me. I find full-body massages extremely fulfilling, not feeling a need for sexual intercourse.
I could hear footsteps outside, the sound of high heels on the tiles. I felt the thrill associated with being about to reveal my need to be sexual.
The door handle turned. In stepped a girl scantily dressed wearing just lingerie and a G-string, showing her tight and cute bare bum and very shapely curves. She introduced herself. “Hi. My name is Fiona.” After I greeted her, she curtsied before me and left the room.
The second girl to enter was a very tall and thin girl, with bright eyes. She was wearing long pants and a tee-shirt. “Hi, I’m Caitlin. Nice to meet you,” she said gaily before quickly leaving. I wished I could have seen her legs.
The third girl entered. “Hello, Angel. My name is Jenny,” she announced. I immediately felt the chemistry of attraction with her. She was wearing a very short black dress. Her legs were shapely and her figure was beautiful. She was absolutely stunning.
“May I talk to you about the conditions of the massage?” I needed to know if she would be comfortable with me and some of my ways.
“Yes of course,” she replied with a smile.
She was so attractive. A wave of sexual excitement shot through my body. I knew instantly that she was the one. I felt such desire for her.
She came over and crouched down on the floor right in front of me. For a brief moment, with her knees up her legs opened and I caught a glimpse of her intimate curves in between her legs. My heart skipped a beat. She was wearing white knickers that were very revealing of her girlie details. And beautiful feminine curves they were too. Our eyes met and she quickly snapped her legs together. For a silent instant, our eyes met.
“Err… do you mind staying dressed during the massage?” I asked, in my keenness to have a CFNM experience. I was actually wondering if I should let her be nude.
“That’s fine. No problem.”
“Also may I ask...”
“Yes?”
“My hands have a tendency to wander while I am being massaged, if you know what I mean… well… um,” I was looking at her knees. I just had to come out with it. “I would love to feel you all over… would that be alright?”
“Yes, that is alright, with limits.”
“Just let me know if I go too far.”
“You won’t need to worry about that. If you overdo it I’ll just give you a good whack with my shoe!” she said suggestively.
“That’s fine by me.” I was actually relishing the thought of being disciplined by her. I was beginning to feel aroused.
Jenny left the room and the receptionist returned shortly after.
“So Angel, that is all the girls we have available just now. The others are busy with clients. Who would you like to see?”
“I’d like to see Jenny please.” It was an understatement. I was hankering for her.
“Ah, you’ve chosen the mischievous one. That’s our new speciality. You’re in for a good time. How long would you like to stay for?”
“One hour.”
“That’s a nice length of time to stay for.”
After I paid for my massage, she left the room.
Jenny returned. “Come with me,” she beckoned by curling her finger. Together we left the room.
After passing a short way down the corridor we entered one of the private rooms. It was a dimly lit room, sparsely furnished, with a large waist-high massage bench in the middle of the room and a dressing table and chairs at the side. The bench was unusually bare with no covering, just the upholstery. There was a shower recess in the corner.
“Please undress and take a shower and I’ll be back shortly,” she said winking. “Or if you like, you can come and get me when you are ready?” she suggested.
“Oh alright, where do I find you?” I asked, a little surprised, but excited.
“In the girls' staff room – it is just down at the end of the hall.”
“…and you will come without your towel,” she firmly added.
I couldn’t believe it, “You mean, stark naked?” I could feel my penis lengthening at the thought.
“Yes, I want you to be wearing not a stitch of clothing in front of all the other girls!” as she left the room.
Wow! I knew I was in for a fantastic time.
I could not shower quickly enough. I was having an erection already. I was breathing rapidly at the prospect of venturing out of the room naked. I opened the door and instantly felt the cooler air against my exposed private parts. I entered the hall closing the door behind me, leaving the safety of the room. Wearing not a thing I felt so bare and exposed. My penis was now long and hard.
I proceeded slowly and cautiously down the hall and, as I rounded the corner, an opened door to a well-lit room came into view. As I approached the doorway, I could hear the sound of girls chatting within. My heart was beating fast.
On reaching the entrance, several girls came into view sitting on the couches. They were all dressed in either miniskirts or lingerie. They all turned to look at me at the same time, with a wave of surprise passing over their faces.
“Can we help you?” one of the girls asked.
“I have come to let Jenny know that I am ready for my massage.”
“Yes we can certainly see that,” one of them said as they looked at my nudity up and down, taking in the state I was in.
At that moment the girls broke out into uncontrollable giggling, looking at each other and back at me. I was loving it. My penis was throbbing. I wasn’t sure what would happen next.
But after a moment of uncertainty, I suddenly felt proud, standing straight and tall. As was my penis. I wanted to show myself off. I stood ballet dancer style, with hands joined above my head and flexing my leg muscles as I straightened both legs with them slightly apart. My penis was pointing straight out and up. I was in my natural state. It felt so good. The girls were looking at me more intently now. I turned slowly, displaying all of my nude figure. I was fully owning my sexuality.
Just then Jenny appeared.
“Oh, Angel! Well just look at you! Ooooh – aren’t you big! I think you had better come with me for your massage!” She led me by the hand to go back to our room.
“By the way, you have good deportment. You stand so straight and tall!” My mind was on something else that was very straight and tall.
“Oh, thank you.”
Jenny showed me into the room and followed me in, quietly closing the door behind us.
I mounted the bench, lying face down. The feeling of the cold upholstery against my flesh heightened my sense of exposure.
She stood at the head of the bench and began massaging my head, neck and shoulders. My head was slightly overhanging the edge and from there I had a good view of her legs. I could feel my well-developed erection hard against the bench. I impulsively brought my arms forward around her legs and placed my hands around the back of her knees. I felt an electric sensation on touching her.
I began to move my hands up the back of her legs, feeling their widening contour. I reached the edge of her knickers. With great pleasure, I slowly began feeling the shape of her luscious girlie bum higher up. I gently squeezed her, moving my hands round and round. It was so enjoyable.
I slid my hands to her side from where I began to lift up her dress. As I raised the hem higher, I was able to see in between her legs. Her white knickers were very brief and certainly very revealing, showing off her curves well. She was very well endowed in her feminine way with the roundness of her labia pressing tightly against the inside of her knickers.
The knickers that she was wearing were the elastic cotton type, designed to be soft and smooth, and very stretchy. She wore them well, giving a very tight fit, hugging her contours. They were also slightly see-through. She clearly enjoyed the subtle pleasure a girl has when accidentally revealing herself.
I began to move my hands to feel her through her underwear. Lying face down on the bench, it was easy to further stimulate my penis by slowly rotating my hips and feeling the up and down sensation.
I was stopped short. “You are hyphenating!” Hyphenating was the term Jenny used to describe the tendency of her very boyish clients to masturbate by rubbing themselves up and down against the surface of the bench while she massaged them. “If you start that I’ll use my shoe on you! It is too soon.”
“I think it is time to massage your lower half now,” she said, pulling herself away and out of reach of my hands. She slapped my bum as she walked past it. “Naughty!”
She began working on one of my legs, starting with the foot and running her hands up and down my calves, then my thighs, up to having the back of her hand touching my genitals. As she repeatedly reached there she tickled me in the soft patch just behind my scrotum. “Oo-oo-oo!” she cooed mischievously each time she felt me there.
After repeating with the other leg, she moved to my bum which she massaged with soft round kneading motions.
“Oh, I just love having my bum felt.”
“Oh yeah!” she said, engaging with the extent of my enjoyment. “You just love your bum, period.”
I couldn’t deny that. “Oh yes. It feels so good. I love showing it off!”
Receiving such wonderful attention on my bum made me want to talk about it.
“You do have a cute bum. It feels so puffy. You are very sensual.”
“It is one of my orgasmic places.”
“Is that so! You mean you orgasm in places other than your… “
“Yes, I sometimes have full-body orgasms and that is one of the areas of my body I particularly enjoy.” It felt so good to share that with her.
As she continued massaging me there, I began to spontaneously open my legs wider, assuming a starfish position. She began running her finger up and down my cleavage in a line from my lower back to just behind my scrotum. As her finger went over my opening she paused, making gentle tickling motions. “You like that too don’t you!”
“Ooh,” was all I could say as I moaned in pleasure.
As she worked her way further up my body I could see her beautiful figure closer to me. Her shapely bottom was at eye level. Reaching out toward her I caressed the voluptuous curve of her bum through her dress, feeling her roundness up and down.
“You are very in touch with your sexuality. It is so good to see. I wish I had more clients like this. People like you are fun.”