Head of Vengarl
Banned
I've been in NY for work this past week. Between cramping into economy airline seats over the Pacific and 12+ hours of daily desk jockeying on-site, my shoulders and upper back have been killing me. I knew there was a masseuse next to my hotel, so I booked an appointment.
Now this being America, I wasn't sure if I booked a massage parlor or a "massage parlor." Moreover, I wasn't sure how I'd react if it turned out to be the latter. I've never so much been in a strip club, so that'd be uncharted territory for me. Being next to relatively nice a hotel, I figured the masseuse probably wouldn't be into that sort of thing.
A woman in her late-30s or early-40s smiled and greeted me. She was kind of cute, but rather plain. Cute-ish but not remarkable face, and average body with a little bit of extra weight on her, especially by Asian standards. She was wearing plain black pants with a polo shirt, nothing terribly sexy. But she carried herself with an air of warmth and quiet confidence. Her warmth and relative plainness somehow put me at ease. I think if a hot little fawning 20-something in negligee had approached me instead, I'd have left right then.
She asked me if I spoke Cantonese (I'm Asian). I do not speak Cantonese and her English was REALLY poor, but with the help of a price sheet we were able to work out that I wanted a 1 hr full body massage for $30.
She led me into the massage room, which was dimly lit with curtains blocking out the outside, very sensual. She asked me to undress and left for a moment. I wasn't sure how far I was supposed to go, or how far I wanted it to go, so I played it safe and got down to my boxers.
She came back and I could tell she was pleased. There's really no modest way to say this, I'm sure I was a sight for sore eyes for someone used to the middle-aged businessmen I'd seen around the hotel. I'm in my late-20s, 6' tall, about 205 pounds with broad shoulders, a near six pack, and a generally muscular, toned frame. I'm no super model or movie star, but I'm confident I was a significant departure from the usual clientele.
She laid me down on the table and got to work on a legitimately great massage. She oiled me up and her touch felt incredible, sensual and soft at times and firm at others. I could feel all sorts of tension in my neck, back, and shoulders dissipate. I started getting aroused, although I wasn't hard yet. After about 10 minutes, she flipped the elastic of my underwear down a bit so she could massage my ass. She remarked upon massaging my cheeks, "Oh, very good!" which was a nice little ego boost. At which point I decided fuck it, stood up, ditched the boxers, and decided I'd pretty much go wherever this took me.
After a while, she asked me to turn and I did. She placed a towel over my junk. She oiled up my front side and soon enough she was absolutely MASTERFULLY teasing me. She massaged my abs, running her hands up and down just adjacent to my happy trail, slipping her hands under the towel, juuuust missing my now erect cock which was pitching a tent with the towel. I figured at this point she was either setting me up or being the greatest inadvertent cock tease of all time and I simply did not care.
Finally she got down to it. She still wouldn't touch my cock quite yet, instead applying some pressure down on the inner crease of my hips. "You want massage here? 30 dollar. I do very good." I didn't even pause before breathlessly answering yes.
She slipped the towel off of me and cupped my balls. She ran some oil over my cock and ran her fingers over me lightly. I have never really been much for hand jobs (always seen them more as a stepping stone than a destination) but the combination of this woman's deft touch, the oil, and a month's worth of sexual frustration made that first brush ELECTRIC. I gasped and writhed.
"Pain?" she asked.
"No. No pain," I responded with eyes closed.
She started lightly running her fingers up and down my shaft and built up to being more aggressive. She wrapped her hand around me, twisting it as she pumped up and down, using her freehand to massage my balls, at one point massaging underneath and nearly sticking a finger up my ass (I was kind of hoping she'd try it). I started pumping my hips against the motion of her hands. She was still fully clothed, but put my right hand on her ass, then on her tits, then under her shirt. I got the message, undid her bra, and holy crap I hadn't noticed but this woman had some TITS. I never did see them, but they felt incredible, easily a full C and possibly a D cup. Just a wonderful handful unlike anything I'd had the pleasure of fondling before.
At one point I tried to slip my hand under her panties to grab her bare ass, but she stopped me and shook her head. That was apparently where the line was drawn. Alright, cool. But suddenly, this very plain creature had become the sexiest thing in the world to me. It was all I could do to keep from just throwing her down on the table and seeing just how far my money would take me. I'd have done anything in that moment to have that goddess wrap her lips around me and bring me home.
When she could sense me getting close, she smiled at me and brought her lips down to my nipples and started gently licking and breathing hard across them. I've never been huge on (male) nipple play, but this time it brought me over the edge. My ass flexed, and I came like a freight train. It was voluminous with some intense velocity and distance on it. It was one of those "little death" orgasms where the intensity of the orgasm washes over you and causes everything else to just fade away for a moment. I made a mess and my body was shaking as I came down to earth.
She kept lightly stoking me as the last vestiges of cum oozed out of my exhausted member. She pointed at the general area where I'd cum and said "Wow!" I don't know if she was impressed by the volume or the distance or both and I was in too much of a haze to think too hard about it. I just kind of basked in the afterglow for a few minutes. She cleaned me up with the towel, handed me my boxers, smiled, and said, "All done." All done indeed.
I stood up and my knees nearly buckled under the weight. She laughed and said, "Slow, slow." After getting dressed and heading back to the main lobby area, she handed me a hot tea. It was a good five minutes after I came and my hand was still shaking. It wasn't until I got up to my hotel room later that I started to feel quite right.
I paid my $60 bill and slipped her a $50 tip. Totally worth it for a great massage (my shoulders feel wonderful), a bloody momentous orgasm, and a session that will feed my wanking sessions for ages to come. Not bad at all. And I'm staying in Gramercy Park for another week...
Now this being America, I wasn't sure if I booked a massage parlor or a "massage parlor." Moreover, I wasn't sure how I'd react if it turned out to be the latter. I've never so much been in a strip club, so that'd be uncharted territory for me. Being next to relatively nice a hotel, I figured the masseuse probably wouldn't be into that sort of thing.
A woman in her late-30s or early-40s smiled and greeted me. She was kind of cute, but rather plain. Cute-ish but not remarkable face, and average body with a little bit of extra weight on her, especially by Asian standards. She was wearing plain black pants with a polo shirt, nothing terribly sexy. But she carried herself with an air of warmth and quiet confidence. Her warmth and relative plainness somehow put me at ease. I think if a hot little fawning 20-something in negligee had approached me instead, I'd have left right then.
She asked me if I spoke Cantonese (I'm Asian). I do not speak Cantonese and her English was REALLY poor, but with the help of a price sheet we were able to work out that I wanted a 1 hr full body massage for $30.
She led me into the massage room, which was dimly lit with curtains blocking out the outside, very sensual. She asked me to undress and left for a moment. I wasn't sure how far I was supposed to go, or how far I wanted it to go, so I played it safe and got down to my boxers.
She came back and I could tell she was pleased. There's really no modest way to say this, I'm sure I was a sight for sore eyes for someone used to the middle-aged businessmen I'd seen around the hotel. I'm in my late-20s, 6' tall, about 205 pounds with broad shoulders, a near six pack, and a generally muscular, toned frame. I'm no super model or movie star, but I'm confident I was a significant departure from the usual clientele.
She laid me down on the table and got to work on a legitimately great massage. She oiled me up and her touch felt incredible, sensual and soft at times and firm at others. I could feel all sorts of tension in my neck, back, and shoulders dissipate. I started getting aroused, although I wasn't hard yet. After about 10 minutes, she flipped the elastic of my underwear down a bit so she could massage my ass. She remarked upon massaging my cheeks, "Oh, very good!" which was a nice little ego boost. At which point I decided fuck it, stood up, ditched the boxers, and decided I'd pretty much go wherever this took me.
After a while, she asked me to turn and I did. She placed a towel over my junk. She oiled up my front side and soon enough she was absolutely MASTERFULLY teasing me. She massaged my abs, running her hands up and down just adjacent to my happy trail, slipping her hands under the towel, juuuust missing my now erect cock which was pitching a tent with the towel. I figured at this point she was either setting me up or being the greatest inadvertent cock tease of all time and I simply did not care.
Finally she got down to it. She still wouldn't touch my cock quite yet, instead applying some pressure down on the inner crease of my hips. "You want massage here? 30 dollar. I do very good." I didn't even pause before breathlessly answering yes.
She slipped the towel off of me and cupped my balls. She ran some oil over my cock and ran her fingers over me lightly. I have never really been much for hand jobs (always seen them more as a stepping stone than a destination) but the combination of this woman's deft touch, the oil, and a month's worth of sexual frustration made that first brush ELECTRIC. I gasped and writhed.
"Pain?" she asked.
"No. No pain," I responded with eyes closed.
She started lightly running her fingers up and down my shaft and built up to being more aggressive. She wrapped her hand around me, twisting it as she pumped up and down, using her freehand to massage my balls, at one point massaging underneath and nearly sticking a finger up my ass (I was kind of hoping she'd try it). I started pumping my hips against the motion of her hands. She was still fully clothed, but put my right hand on her ass, then on her tits, then under her shirt. I got the message, undid her bra, and holy crap I hadn't noticed but this woman had some TITS. I never did see them, but they felt incredible, easily a full C and possibly a D cup. Just a wonderful handful unlike anything I'd had the pleasure of fondling before.
At one point I tried to slip my hand under her panties to grab her bare ass, but she stopped me and shook her head. That was apparently where the line was drawn. Alright, cool. But suddenly, this very plain creature had become the sexiest thing in the world to me. It was all I could do to keep from just throwing her down on the table and seeing just how far my money would take me. I'd have done anything in that moment to have that goddess wrap her lips around me and bring me home.
When she could sense me getting close, she smiled at me and brought her lips down to my nipples and started gently licking and breathing hard across them. I've never been huge on (male) nipple play, but this time it brought me over the edge. My ass flexed, and I came like a freight train. It was voluminous with some intense velocity and distance on it. It was one of those "little death" orgasms where the intensity of the orgasm washes over you and causes everything else to just fade away for a moment. I made a mess and my body was shaking as I came down to earth.
She kept lightly stoking me as the last vestiges of cum oozed out of my exhausted member. She pointed at the general area where I'd cum and said "Wow!" I don't know if she was impressed by the volume or the distance or both and I was in too much of a haze to think too hard about it. I just kind of basked in the afterglow for a few minutes. She cleaned me up with the towel, handed me my boxers, smiled, and said, "All done." All done indeed.
I stood up and my knees nearly buckled under the weight. She laughed and said, "Slow, slow." After getting dressed and heading back to the main lobby area, she handed me a hot tea. It was a good five minutes after I came and my hand was still shaking. It wasn't until I got up to my hotel room later that I started to feel quite right.
I paid my $60 bill and slipped her a $50 tip. Totally worth it for a great massage (my shoulders feel wonderful), a bloody momentous orgasm, and a session that will feed my wanking sessions for ages to come. Not bad at all. And I'm staying in Gramercy Park for another week...
