Giving and Receiving a Mind-blowing Erotic Massage

Once Bill had experienced the pleasures of a personal massage (as I reported in the story In a London Sauna), he started to visit saunas or massage parlors regularly. Many of these were in back streets of cheap terraced shops in varying degrees of decay with only a neon sign saying 'Massage' or 'Sauna'. The interiors varied from quite sumptuous with lots of leather and velvet to others which had a more clinical ambience. Normally he was shown into a white room with a massage table, some towels, a bottle of massage oil and some tissue papers and was left there till a girl came in. She might be a local London girl, or an eastern European blonde, a black girl from an African or Caribbean background or a Thai girl. Some were able to give a good body massage, but others offered no pretence that they were a skilful masseuse. The latter, who were in the majority, simply stroked the male body in front of them until they saw the man's cock begin to rise and then named their price. Some were quite chatty, others barely spoke a word. Some volunteered that they were a single mum needing to earn some extra money, or a student or a nurse, while others retained their anonymity behind the name they used in the sauna - 'Angel', 'Harmony', 'Jade', 'Puma' - though others were simply Linda, or Tracey or Emma. In some places there was a choice of girls. At one sauna, Bill walked through the door only to find about ten girls sitting around the room. They looked at him as he came in and some smiled in a welcoming way. When asked to choose, he hesitated, then asked for the girl with the broadest smile, who also showed she had good breasts under her masseuse uniform. They went to a back room with the usual massage table. The girl announced that her name was Pauline and then  she asked him if he wanted a sauna. To help him relax after a busy day at work, Bill accepted, and was shown the sauna room. He sat in the dry heat of the sauna thinking of the pleasures to come. When he couldn't bear the heat of the sauna any longer, he took a shower, and as he came out Pauline appeared and offered to dry him with a white fluffy towel. She led him to the massage table, poured oil onto her hands and began to massage his back and legs. She took off her top and her brassiere to reveal her pure white, large breasts with pink areola. As she applied the oil to his buttocks she let her breasts hang down onto his back, so he could feel her nipples brushing against his skin. As her hands caressed his thighs she told him the price-list of 'services'. He asked her for a complete body massage fully nude and then he asked 'Can I massage you?' 'For another £10, you can certainly do that, I'd be glad of a rest', she said. So Bill climbed off the massage table and Pauline climbed on. She lay face down and began to relax. He began to run his hands over her neck and shoulders admiring the smoothness of her white skin and the flowing contours that joined her neck and shoulders. He stroked her back, pushing his palms against the muscles of her torso and feeling the curve of her waist where it flowed over her hips and buttocks. He touched the taught round hemispheres of her buttocks, separated by that tantalising cleft which plunged deep between her legs. He decided that his oiled hands could not yet enter that crevice, so it remained unknown for a while longer. Instead his hands continued over the little crease that marked the lower point of the rounded mounds of her ass and the beginnings of her thighs. He stroked steadily down her legs feeling flesh that was soft and pliable - clearly Pauline was not an exercise freak, he thought.  Pausing to massage the curious space behind each knee, an erotic zone he had been taught, he then moved swiftly over shapely calves to her small ankles and well manicured feet. 'Would you like to turn over?' he asked. She responded by obliging him, but without speaking. She seemed to be entering a semi-conscious state, not asleep and yet not fully aware of her surroundings. Her eyes were closed. She was surrendering to his touch, but not forgetting that Bill was a paying client, she reached out to hold his erect cock which was standing out above her. Now that Pauline was lying on her back, Bill could feast his eyes on the sparse triangle of carefully trimmed pubic hair in front of him and her breasts that both rose above her chest and also fell slightly to each side. He oiled his hands once more with the aromatic massage oil and then gently pulled each of her toes in turn. Then his massaging fingers travelled up the front of her legs, over thighs and hips to her stomach where he circled the flesh of her tummy. Now he turned his attentions to her breasts, caressing her erotically with a slow movement that transmitted his admiration for her magnificent tits through his fingers to her soft and receptive nipples. He knew that Pauline was slowly becoming aroused by his sensitive massage. Her breathing became deep and her hips began, almost imperceptibly, to rise and fall. She moved her hand over his cock in a rhythm which mirrored the touch she wished to receive. He ran his hands over her breasts, following her lead, until her nipples responded to his touch by becoming erect and hard. Then he began to stroke her all around her Mound of Venus in a flowing movement that circled her pelvis and upper thighs. He saw that her legs had parted ever so slightly, so he ran his hands between her upper thighs brushing lightly against her pubes. Then with the flat of his palms he pressed gently against her pubic mound, his hands cupping the curve of her sex and his middle finger resting lightly at the top of the vulva. As his hands circled her sex, Pauline visibly relaxed, she let go his cock, and, enjoying the pleasure of the moment, she allowed her legs to fall apart. Her breathing changed as his fingers reached into the wet cunt that was now open before him. His fingers circled her clit, slid down each side of her inner labia, and then touched the rim of her vagina. As he continued to do this movement, she responded by pressing her pelvis against his hand. She began to make quiet moaning noises so Bill knew that she was almost ready to come. He knew he must keep the movement of his fingers over her clit steady while gradually his fingers slipped deeper into her cunt as she opened up in front of his eyes.  From inside her cunt a smooth, clear, viscous fluid oozed out over her engorged lips and clit. His fingers felt her clit grow hard and long under the hood of her sex as he continued his massage with faster strokes. Her cunt was so wet he heard squelching and squishing noises under his fingers. Then suddenly she began to convulse. Her stomach muscles contracted several times, she let out a gasp and a grunt as she came hard and strong. She clamped her legs together, as her body involuntarily shuddered with strong spasms, so that he was forced to withdraw his hand from her wet cunt. He looked at his hands shining with the delicious moisture that had flowed from within her. He tasted the tips of his fingers, smiling at her evident pleasure.  As she regained consciousness of the world around her she smiled at him and thanked him. 'No-one has ever done that before. It was lovely, but I'm sorry I forgot about...you know.. about your cock, your pleasure, what you paid for.' 'I also paid to give you pleasure cos there's nothing I enjoy more, but I'm hoping you can return the favor  now' Bill replied. They changed places and once again Bill was on the massage table with his cock rigid and aching for her touch, impatient for her fingers to encircle his shaft, to pull back his uncut foreskin and begin to stroke his sensitive glans. Massaging Pauline had made him really hard and horny. Pauline poured fresh oil onto her hands and then began to rub each side of his cock between the flat of her palms, back and forth, gently pressing like she rolling out pastry. Then she moved her palms over the helmet of his cock in a fluid curving movement and then gently she grasped the shaft of his cock. Bill reached out to feel her buttocks and to watch her breasts that were swinging in time with the movement of her hand. Then he placed his hand between her legs discovered that she was still sticky with her love juices lubricating the entrance to her cunt. The regular up and down movements of his cock in her fist was exquisitely pleasurable, especially after the arousing sight of her orgasm under his own erotic touch. Her touch was light as she squeezed and teased his cock, gradually increasing the speed of the rhythmical pumping of her fingers over his sex. The smell of her sex juices, her breasts swinging and hanging before him and the delicate flick of her fingers on his cock took him over the edge and he spurted his cum over his chest. After that wonderful experience Bill often asked his masseuse whether he could massage her, and sometimes they would agree, and Bill would enjoy running his fingers over the bodies of these beautiful young women. Mostly they waited till he finished and then resumed their role of massaging him. Some clearly enjoyed it, while others merely tolerated his 'kinky' desire. However, one other masseuse, a black girl from Jamaica, did actually come under his touch - and, boy, did she come!. That's another story for another time.