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Dissapointment and Victory!

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: RC Posted on: 15 Sep 2004 1 comments
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Over a month ago, I saw a picture ad of 3 young females, advertising a new beauty salon which also does massage in a small town nearby. Being the end of a very busy summer during which I was responsible for a number of group events, I arranged a massage for yesterday in a small town, a “complete” massage – a full hour, but it won’t take you as long to read this as it will take me to write about it because I’m going to re-live the experience and enjoy it!When I arrived at the beauty salon, a gal met me, asking “What do you need?” I replied, “I have a 1 o’clock appointment.” She said, “I’ll call her.” When “she” arrived, I immediately noticed her long hair, beautiful big brown eyes, sleeveless white top, and tight, reddish pink, short mid-thigh skirt, showing her muscular legs nicely! All in all, she was all I could have hoped to see and was dressed to alert my senses and arouse my manhood! I knew I was in for a real treat!When I had dutifully filled out the paperwork as a new client and given it to her, she said, “Come with me.” I was glad to follow and we went through a door to the back of the salon. Then upon entering the room, she gave me instructions to lie on my stomach so she could start on my back, which is what I was hoping she would do, so she would do my front last. I enjoy having my body sensitized all over before being told to roll over so as to have my body ready to respond to whatever she does to my front side and let happen what happens – meaning that if an erection starts to grow, I’ll most willingly let it grow! Interestingly she did not give me instructions whether to leave my shorts on nor to take them off nor to do as I wished, because this is the first time in all the years I have gone for massage that I chose not to wear shorts. That way if I had been instructed to leave them on, I would have told her “I’m not wearing any.” By the time she left so I could climb on the massage table in private, I already had pulled off my shirt, slipped out of my shoes, and was in the process of unsnapping by jeans. As she closed the door behind her, she said, “Let me know when you’re ready.” I replied, “I won’t take long.” In a jiffy, I was on the table and ready for her!When she came in, I heard a click as she locked the door, and I thought, “Yes! Now we're together in private!” I don’t know why I had not pulled off the heavy blanket that she had laid over the sheet, except that I planned to tell her at some point that I was too hot under the blanket and that it could be taken off. Telling her to take it off would have been arousing as the action would have been symbolic, you know what I mean, and I would have been covered only by a sheet which I could use to “build a tent” with my erection! She started her massage in the typical way, back first, neck, feet, and legs, but not as high up my thigh between my legs as far I would have liked! While she massaged my back side, we chit chatted just a bit to get acquainted. She asked what I do and whether I have hobbies. I replied that I’m self employed and enjoy woodwork and metalwork. After massaging each area, she used her finger tips to lightly feather stroke that part of my body a number of times. Each time I would laugh and tell her, “I like that.” She said, “Not everybody does.” I told her, “It’s fun!” At one point, I told her “I’m warm. You can pull off the blanket.” But she didn’t, nor did she say anything, nor did she expose my buttocks, rather keeping them dutifully covered and not massaging them either. I thought, “Oh, well, it’s my first time here. We’re just getting acquainted. Next time!” When she was done with my back side, she stroked my entire body from top to bottom an number of times with her hand on top of the blanket and sheet. I told her, “I’d rather feel your hands directly on my body!” She chuckled.Then she told me to roll over. I thought, “Now for the best part! Here’s where it will get interesting!”-- and our conversation did get interesting! After turning over for her to work my front and starting with my hands and arms, I looked at her and asked “Are you the only one in town who does massage?” She replied, “Yes. There used to be another one, but the city council ran her out of town.” I had already told her that I used to work in town. So now I told her that I had gone to her several times a decade ago and that “She massaged everything! It felt great! Her philosophy was that it is not sex if there is no genital to genital contact.” She said, “I had never heard why.” So I continued, “It is interesting because I think all the city council had gone to her!” No response.After massaging my neck, she asked “Do you want your face massaged?” and I answered “Sure.” -- knowing that feeling her hands circling my face gently can really be personal – and it was! I was able to look right up close into her face. Her big brown eyes were beautiful! I asked, “Do you have a man in your life who enjoys massage?” She replied, “He does not like massage. In two and one half years, he’s only asked for one.” I said, “That’s awful. I’d ask for one every day!” She chuckled. I went on saying that our parents had massaged us children’s backs when we were growing up to relax us, but I had forgotten all about that until our daughter had introduced me to massage during the week of her wedding because I was sore all over. I told her that I had gone back for lessons. I asked where she studied massage and she told me. Then she went on to say, “I like deep muscle massage and went to one in (large town nearby), but she only did a light touch which didn’t do any good.” I said, “I enjoy exchanging massages so we don’t have to pay taxes on the services.” No response, but I’m sure she made a mental note!I went on to say that I had given my wife a gift certificate, but she later said, “You don’t have to do that again.” I then told her that I gave my wife a gift certificate for her birthday “good for one massage a day for a year – but she only took me up on two during the entire year!” This let her know that she and I both like more massage than our spouses do!Then she went to my feet and worked up my legs, but only the outside of my thighs. When I told her again that she could take off the blanket, she replied, “I can’t.” I asked, “Are there city laws now that do not allow you to?” She replied, “Yes.” I said, “The other gal really messed you up. The blanket is too heavy to lift up to ‘build a tent.’ Did they teach you in massage school about men building a tent?” She replied, “Yes. I thought it was stupid.” I assumed that she meant the instruction was stupid because the students probably all knew about erections, so I just said, “An erection is a natural response to being touched all over.” Now I wish I had asked more about what she was taught. Soon she was finished with my massage. I asked, “Do you massage the chest and abdomen?” She replied, “I’m not allowed to, but there are some in (large town nearby) who do.” I again said, “The other gal really messed you up, didn’t she?” She replied, “Yes.” I asked, “Do you have another salon in another town nearby?” She replied, “No.” As she was leaving the room, she said, “I’ll see you in front.” I knew that because the city council so restricted her that there would be no reason for me to lie there and try to work up an orgasm because I was not big and hard and firm – like one time when it only took me 6 strokes for my volcano to erupt – what a record! So I dressed, went to pay, and asked for her business card. She did not ask me if I wanted to schedule another appointment, knowing that I was probably somewhat disappointed that she is so restricted.Before I was out of town, I had already unzipped my jeans and started playing with my love wand to finish relaxing. It was so handy not to be wearing shorts! I looked around to make sure I had a handkerchief on the seat nearby. I only met a few cars, a truck, and a semi, but turned off on a country road to stop, enjoy the view, and work up to an orgasm. But I guess the disappointment that she had not been able to massage more of my body due to her restrictions kept me from becoming fully erect, so I drove on home wishing for complete release from stress. Even at home relaxing in my recliner with my feet up, my love wand did not respond readily until I remembered reading years ago on the internet about rolling one’s penis between his hands as though rolling a long string of clay, so I did and within about 5 minutes erupted a full teaspoon of thick, white, hot cream!Thanks for letting me re-live my experience from yesterday! It took longer to write about my experience than it did to get the massage, but I had fun! Every so often when thinking what to write next, I took time to touch my love wand and play with it. Now after proofreading and polishing my story, I need to take care of some personal business. Please excuse me so I can tend to an urgent matter at hand! I’ve already re-lived the first part of my experience, now I’m ready to repeat the last part as described at the end of my previous paragraph!Before I sign off though, I need to say that I wrote her a letter expressing my appreciation and also my regret that the city council has restricted her services. As a PS I'm telling her to let me know if she's interested in exchanging massages. If so, I may have more stories to tell!