The imbalance of pleasure seemed unnatural, but I restrained my baser urges and let her have her way with me.
After what seemed like 20 minutes she made her way up my shoulders and then did some awesome moves with my arm and lower-calves that was somewhere between pain and joy at the same time.
As I did so the first thought that came to my mind was, “.” She placed a towel on my back and began to massage first my legs, then shoulders and lower back. This would be a one-hour deal so I knew she was just warming up.
As I let myself relax and just enjoy the experience I still felt things were slanted way too much in my favor. She walked up my back several times and it was then I was glad she wasn’t weighing in at 200 pounds..
This was when I felt my shorts get pulled down with a swift motion and her hands began to oil and massage my exposed cheeks. I hadn’t been oiled up and groped like that since, well.. But that was a different situation that didn’t involve business. I figured, “” After a bit of that, she still hadn’t stopped although she was massaging my lower back as well and that felt really good too.
The mineral oil that they mentioned was included with the massage.As I mentioned in a previous diary entry, I’ve been a little under the weather today with a slight cold, or flu..never could tell the difference since they both suck. Here’s the deal with me and this idea of ‘massage’.. I’ve always had this apprehension about the idea that it was just a slippery slope from outright pleasure for money.I followed her to a massage bed which was very low to the ground. I slipped off my clothes, put on the shorts and left my clothes in the little basket on the floor.She gave me a basket which had only one item in it.. ““, she replied as she closed the linen curtain behind her. She returned and instructed me to lay down with my face in the hole on the massage bed.I complied and she placed a small towel over my eyes just before she began rubbing me down again with oil across my chest and shoulders.