No Solicitation

I had to wait out one set of tests I was running in the lab before I could set the equipment to run another overnight so I could go home. So I had time to kill while awaiting the testing to finish. Hadn't had a massage since New Year's Eve, & my neck had grown too sore to turn to the right without me having to turn my body. But it was 9:45 at night. When I drove by the place, the lights were all off, & ironically, there was a cop car sitting in the entrance way, presumably trying to catch speeders. So I figured I'd try a place I hadn't been to that I notice on the other side of the road when I'm driving to my regular place. I was quickly whisked inside by the Korean masseuse because of the cold, & brought to the corner room. After paying for the session, I began to undress as she left the room. I kept my jockstrap on so she could see me in it when she returned. I stayed in front of the mirror, ready to make it look like I was fixing my hair. I had noticed a framed "No Solicitation" sign on the wall, with a description of what was forbidden. I didn't read it closely, but I kind of wondered if this place were "legit" without a happy ending. She paid me no mind when she returned, & so I walked over to the chair which had the rest of my clothes on it. I slid off my strap, laying it on top of the file, before lying face down on the bed. She proceeded to give me a strong massage, which included walking on my back. While working on my legs, she ran her hands up both sides of my thighs, occasionally colliding with my nearby genitalia when her hands reached the upper portion. She never really made contact with it twice in a row, but often enough that it gave me an erection. Eventually off came the towel and her soft hands went gliding around my sides, down my back, up my legs, around the bend at the hips, with the genitalia gradually being brought into play. I had arched my buttocks in the air to allow her hands to glide & slide around to reach underneath. I was so hard, as I loved the enjoyment of the caressing. As I turned over onto my back upon command to do so, she went over to lube her hands. I had my erection wag up & down on its own while awaiting being grabbed & stroked. She varied the tempo of her strokes, while her other hand explored my scrotum, perineum, anal region, & pubis, successfully stimulating the nerve endings in each area. With each return to my scrotum, my body became a little more excited. Then came a first in the 17 or 18 years I've been visiting massage parlors. She grabbed my right wrist & brought it over so that I would stroke myself. so she could free herself up to play with my nipples with her left hand while tickling my balls with her right. It would've been better to have had a 2nd chick there instead. But I took advantage of the situation & went really slow in my backhand strokes, barely doing any in order to max out the feeling of what she was doing & prolong my eventual explosion. As my erection pointed to the open space between us, finally the volcano eruption occurred. She gasped at how far I shot out onto the floor presumably, unless some hit the edge of the bed or her. That's her drawback for putting me in the driver's seat. It didn't matter where it would land; she would be the one to clean it up. Unlike some masseuses who conclude the massage at that point, she worked my hands, arms, shoulders, face, thighs, figure 4, etc. A good solid hour. She kept her face down as she changed the sheets while I got dressed. I looked at her as I put on my jockstrap, but she still had no interest in what I would think is an unusual garment for a customer of hers to be wearing. She was the first masseuse that paid not attention to it in the 2 months since I started wearing jockstraps to massages. A neglect bummer, but since I walked out of there, once again able to turn my neck to the right without pain finally, i was okay with it. My genitalia felt good being re-strapped up & cradled after the delightful orgasmic experience. I headed back to the lab, set up my overnight run, & drove the hour home with my fly open, feeling up my pouch. I showered & went straight to bed, instead of the usual sit in front of the pc & cranking one out to some imagery. I got a great night's sleep before it was an hour drive back to work again. And here I am 24 hours later, sitting at my pc finishing this story & ready to my next load. With that said