New Apartment Massage: Great Massage

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I just moved into a new apartment in a larger city away from my home town. I was hired at a new job that paid slightly more from what I previously held in my hometown. In my hometown there were a few places where you could get your fix of what you needed but not many and most would be rated low not even average. Here the people who work for their meals range from medium average to excellent quality work. This story is not my first time I experienced the fruit from the vine. I’ve did it before on trips and the time I was in college. I used to live in the larger city when I went to college but moved back to work full time and a falling through I experienced. I enjoy the massages in this town.

You can get experienced massages from professionals who strictly perform their job and nothing else. You could push your luck and try for extra but probably get rejected. Then again I’ve never tried but also don’t want to in that setting. On the other hand I’m not afraid of looking up some lesser business and hope for the best that they will offer some kind of under the table deals. You know the ones on that website that sneak past law enforcement. Then there are the “other” massages that do require to set up an appointment but are more formal and are guaranteed to end happily. I enjoy those the most but bring a higher risk. Is it worth the amount of money? How good of ending is it going to be? What kind of person is she going to be like? All those questions gets my adrenaline pumping and it makes me want it even more. That’s how my story is going to build up. Let’s get started.

It’s been a couple day since I got all my stuff moved into my new place. It’s a small one bedroom apartment on the second floor. Walking up the stairs right away you are in the kitchen. It’s a small kitchen but I don’t need a full sized chef’s kitchen. I would love to but in my current situation as long as I can cook and drink beer and relax I’m happy. On the left side is my living room and a view to the parking lot and other apartment complexes. On the other side of the kitchen is my bedroom. Bathroom kitty corner to the right entrance of my bedroom. Couple more steps is my walk in closet. If I were to rate my favorite things about my apartment first would be the walk in closet. Great for saving room in clothes and don’t have to use many large and unwanted dressers. Back to the massage story.

I’m watching Netflix contemplating going to a massage parlor or call in a masseuse. I’m thinking well I could try my luck with the parlor and maybe end up with a decent happy ending or end up having to finish myself and just paying someone to watch me jerk myself off, but I would still get a massage. I searched through the other masseuses who do home calls and found one lady. Actually I had texted her weeks before but she didn’t not answer. I asked “Are you available in my location?” No response. Now that I’m moved in she responds “I am available in your location.” What luck right?

My hearts pounding of what stroke of luck just happened. I’m fumbling what to say and ask “What time are you available?” and “What are your rates?” She responds a couple minutes after asking if it would be in or outcall. I’m curious and just ask for in. She says it would be 120 but she doesn’t have a place. So I thought now I’ve got my own place it’d be safe but still insecure of letting her know my address. From that I ask her how much would be for outcall and try to ask for a picture for safety and I forgot the source of where I found her and what she looked like. She answered a little later saying 130 for outcall and depending on my location. I felt more safe about her was when she asked if I was affiliated with any law enforcement. I know cops can ask that just to be more incognito but I could tell by the way her texted that she wasn’t a cop. At least for now I know that. Texts go on with what race I am and my location and a couple pictures. She was a little older but attractive. She had the appearance of a woman who kept her body in shape and dressed to appeal to her customers.

Next couple texts are setting up the time and location to where she needed to meet me. I gave her my address with my hands shaky and mind racing of what I was about to commit to. I needed to keep telling myself this isn’t anything new and I’ve done this before. But for some reason I kept feeling like it was my very first time. We ended up setting our appointment at 7:00pm. The whole time between she updated me letting me know she was getting ready and about to head over. Half an hour before 7pm she says “You know I don’t offer sex for money you know that right?” At that point I felt safe and also disappointed because I knew I wasn’t going to get lucky. I also was feeling safe because she came right out and said she wasn’t really a prostitute looking to having sex. I really did want a massage because they are awesome and can make any day the best. I told her I understood and just felt nervous since I didn’t do this often. She also felt the same way and told me in another text that she’s just trying to stay alive and make a living and didn’t want any problems.

We both told each other our situation and I think it made us both more secure about our upcoming arrangement. She promised she would describe her massage in person and that I would enjoy the massage. And boy I did. She tells me she’s left and will be there shortly. It’s ten to fifteen minutes to 7pm and I’m a nervous wreck checking my phone and the door waiting for her arrival. Couple minutes of pacing around and my phone rings. It’s her and she asks if there is a gas station at the end of the road. I told her the name of the gas station and she mistakenly went too far and missed my apartment building. She said she’d be there in a couple seconds and I dropped what I was doing and waited at the stairs. I heard a car pull up and a door shut. I was getting excited and heard the knock at the door. I opened and greeted her in allowing her to follow me up the stairs behind me. We stopped at the top and we introduced each other. She happily reached out her hand and said I’m “Masseuse”! For confidentiality reasons I’m naming her as masseuse. I introduce myself and show her where my bedroom was. I told her “Yea, my bedrooms just over here. You want to do the massage on the bed?” She responded “Yep, exactly where I do my massages. Most people prefer doing it on the bed.”

I told her I’d like to put some towels down before we get started. “Go right ahead. I’m just going to use your bathroom before we start.” Surprisingly as I was getting my towels she dropped trow right in front of me. I was thinking maybe I will get lucky in this massage after all. I laid three towels on my bed so when I lay down none of the oil she brought would get on my comforter. I waited to get undressed for her to finish in the restroom just in case not to scare her. She came back into the room and got immediately into the details.

“Alright, so how were going to do this. If you could leave the money on the side table next to your bed and we’ll get started. Take your clothes off and lie on your stomach. First before we start I’ll say I do perform in the nude so to be safe I need you to show me yours when I show you mine. She took of her pants leaving her underwear.”

At that moment tiny fireworks were exploding in my head so I was kind of standing there celebrating to myself but calmly. For a split second I realized what she was saying and quickly unbuckled my pants and took them off and flashed my genitals to her. She proceeded to take her underwear off and I shouted POLICE!” Just kidding, thought it would be funny to add it in. Going back we are both naked, but she still has her bra on but no underwear revealing between her legs. I didn’t get a great look until during the massage because I was on my stomach.

We made small talk as she did the massage which made me less nervous and more of an actual massage client to her. Which turned me on so much more. Just an erotic moment with a lady in my apartment would have turned me off and not want to continue with her service. But she was friendly and sounded experienced. Oh and her appearance. She was actually better in person than her picture online and what she sent. Which I assumed were old pictures she sent due to not wanting to send newer ones and risk being caught. She was shorter than me and it was surprising. Since I’m only five foot two inches you can imagine how small she looked. Her frame was very small. I liked that quality she had held.

She started the massage by applying Johnson’s baby oil to my back. At first it was a tad cold but started to warm up as she moved her hands up and down my back. I could tell she was more for the other side of the massage by how hard she massaged my back. But nonetheless a good soft back massage was pleasant and needed it. She slowly moved her hands up and down my back for a couple minutes. I was curious for being nude she wasn’t doing much body to body contact. I got brave and asked

“So do you use your full body in the massage? Like contact?” Looking at her with the corner of my eye.

She said professionally “Well no, but the massage does end with the happy ending.”

Right then I was thinking “I made a good choice.” She continues the back massage but adds more oil and moved her hands down to my bottom area and my legs.
“I’m going to move down to your legs and will be sitting in between.” With a chuckle she asked “So spread.”

This got me turned on and as I adjusted my lower body my erection started to harden slightly so I had adjust laying down on my hard member. She kneeled in between me and started to massage my butt softly and moved to my legs. As she moved down she went from flat palmed to finger tips. This got me very aroused and I started to make deep breaths telling her I was enjoying the massage. A few times I told her what great hands she hand even though her actual massage was kind of amateur but I wasn’t really hoping for the massage. She appreciated my compliments and continued to soft massage my butt and legs with my fingertips. A few times she took both her hands and cradled my bulge with her finger tips and going around stroking and rubbing. Adding more and as more oil she added and the more strokes my crotch began to raise in the air from arousal. I was thinking of getting into a dog position so she could milk me right then and there, but decided to wait for her approval to turn onto my back. Couple more minutes she tells me we were going to move onto the front.

“Ok, now roll over and we’ll start on the front!”

I happily roll over trying not to expose how aroused I am and to let the massage last as long as possible. She oils her hands and starts with my mid abdomen slowly circling my stomach and moving her hands down my legs passing my crotch. She purposely passed with her hands touching my shaft and very ever so slightly tickling my scrotum. She was excellent. She was keeping as a massage letting my imagination run wild. Each time she brought her hands up to run back down my stomach and legs got closer to my groin. I am very ticklish around my upper groin area and I twitched as she lightly ran her finger tips around my groin but not touching my staff. I closed my eyes and grinned every time she tickled me.

“Oh man. I’m very ticklish there, but don’t stop it feels good.”

She smiled and slowly bought her hands to my groin area and began to lightly tap my shaft which was almost fully erect. I let out a slightly breath of relief knowing it was about to start. She began to massage around my shaft and where I was ticklish. It was getting my erection to stand up more straight. I think she knew the next step from my arousal.

“Alright we’ll start the next part.” What happened next is something I didn’t expect her to do. “I’ll lay down here next to you and do what I do and you can touch me.” I was surprised. I had full sight on her luscious crease and she laid 69 to my side. I began to palm massage her crotch as she stroked and rubbed my staff with her left hand. I bravely asked if I could insert.

“Is it ok if I?” and slowly took my index finger and massaged the entrance slowly inserting the tip but stopped for her approval. She said ok but only one finger. I was surprised again. For her age her entrance felt so tight I thought she might be a virgin. I didn’t mind but it was hard to get some motion inside her. Her hand was amazing though. I lay next to her with my eyes closed and trying to get her as wet as possible. Finally I felt moistness in her and kept going and my finger began to glide inside her. She slowly started to moan as my hips began to buck and sway to her hand. I told her to maybe try my sack and to slow down a bit and she replied by doing so. It felt so good with the oil. I couldn’t tell if she was adding more or not but it damn felt like it. I had to stop fingering her for a while and just let my finger lay inside her but slowly pushing in and out. I had to stop to enjoy her amazing fingers along my shaft and balls. At times I felt like erupting but prompted her to slow down.

“That feels awesome. You like me fingering you? This feel good for you too?” She couldn’t answer to her concentration on my hard erection.

“Yea honey, like my massage?” She speeds her hand up getting ready for the end of the massage.
At this point I’m actually kind of struggling to finish since I held up several times where I almost came from her massage. I kept talking telling her I was close to finishing.

“Yea, keep going. I’m almost close. It feels so good. Go a little faster.”

She sped her pace up doing a good fast up and down motion at the same time grasping all the way at the base of my shift and going to back up to the tip and a rapid motion. I’m arching my legs and closing my eyes and clutching my legs hoping it would pinch my prostate to make me cum. The head of my erection was so swollen and red it was pulsating with each pump she delivered. The oil just slipped out of her hand as it slid along my staff.

“Are you going to cum? Cum for me, baby. I want you to cum honey.”

“Oh yea I’m going to cum. Keep going. Like that. Faster.”

“Yea cum for me. Cum.”

Silently I let her go as fast as possible and didn’t hold a thing back. I shot cum all over as she continued to pump my package. I don’t think I came so hard in my life. My mind felt like I experienced the best high in my life. I didn’t want her to stop pumping. Cum stopped but the pleasure didn’t end. Electricity shot through my crotch and through my body. I shivered as she continued to pump as my body stopped shivering and my body calmly started to lay naturally. My breath was as if I had just got done working out. I did short and quick gasps as I slowly slid my finger out thinking of the next time I’d have her over again. I gave her the money and she started to get dressed.

I could hardly get up without my knees from shaking and wobbling. I regained my composure and the whole time I thanked her and how great the massage felt. She just acknowledged my thanks and smiled the whole time. After she was dressed she shook my hand again and with the hand she used she smiled and said “I’m glad you enjoyed the massage!” And kissed me on the cheek leaving to the door. All I had on one of the towels that were on the bed I had put around my waste after the massage. I couldn’t answer because I was still riding the high of my massage and staring at the attractive woman who had just given me the ride of my life. Following behind her with a towel around my waste and half-mast. I was addicted and needed more. I’ll be in touch with her again. I sent a text to her.

“Definitely will have to use your services again. Great massage!”
I didn’t receive a text until the day after.

“I’m glad you enjoyed your massage.” With a kiss emoji. Yep definitely coming back for more.