Date: 9/23/2018, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Straight Sex, Job / Office Sex, Straight Sex, massage, Prostitution, Author: Luke Ashwood, Source: sexstories.com
She wasn't really sure about this whole massage thing... After all the thought of someone touching her... rubbing her? No thanks... But her friends has all put in to get her this massage and it would be kind of insulting to them if she threw it back in their face by refusing to go after they had paid for it. "Besides..." she thought to herself "they did say that the masseuse was hot" She headed into the massage parlour and was greeted by the rather frumpy receptionist at the front desk. "Hmmmm.... not a good omen" she muttered under her breath. She provided the gift certificate that her friends had given her when prompted and was informed that the masseuse was still with his last client and would be out in a few minutes. She idled away the time nervously paging through an outdated magazine while she waited for her masseuse to finish with his last client. Finely a sweaty looking woman appeared from down the hall and headed out the front door, swiftly followed by what she assumed was some sort of Greek god, a statue of a man chiseled out of the highest quality stone by a master craftsman. She was so enamored with him that she almost missed him calling her name a second time. She blushed and quickly stood up to shake his hand in greeting. He indicated that she should follow him down the hall and she did so. The massage room was small but cozy, blue walls and some accouterments made the space feel safe and comforting. The masseuse instructed her that she should disrobe, and ...