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This is a true story that happened while I was on
vacation a couple of years ago. I enjoy sex, but most people would call me
conservative when it comes to the situations and time it takes before I
would go to bed with someone. It would never happen on a first date, maybe
not until quite a while or never depending on whether I got comfortable or
not. One night stands are definitely not my style. I had thought that my
sexual impulses were under control, at least until a couple of years ago. I
enjoy professional massages very much, and the details of a particular
massage from an older black man are still very vivid in my mind. Hopefully,
you will enjoy my description of what happened.
My boyfriend and I were vacationing on Hilton Head
Island in South Carolina. We had been going out for about 3 years, sometimes
very steady and sometimes we had also seen different people. I am not sure
what the future will ultimately hold, but we have been going good for a
while now.
We were staying at a nice first class hotel. Both of us
have good jobs, so spending a little money on vacation is never a problem.
We were having a nice time playing golf, lounging by the pool, going to the
beach, and enjoying nice dinners and the town's night life. I was wearing
skimpier bikinis than what I would normally wear at home. There were
families at the hotel, so at the pool I would wear small bikinis but
definitely not thongs. However, some portions of the beach were secluded and
I would wear some very revealing suits. My boyfriend seemed to enjoy the
stares that I was getting.
I am pretty with blond hair and green eyes and in good
shape from running. I have a lean 115 pound build on my 5'7" frame. My
athletic 34C -22-34 build tends to emphasize my natural breasts and my suits
this trip allowed a pretty good view by all. Not too typical for me, but
when I don't know anyone away from home does tend to loosen me up a little.
I am 32 years old, a scientist by education and profession, but these days I
also get involved in business activities. People claim they look young for
their age so often it becomes unbelievable, but most people guess I am about
25. Most of the time, I play and look the prim and proper conservative
executive, so it is quite the pleasure to be able on vacation to go casual
once in a while and relax.
My boyfriend scheduled golf for the afternoon with three
other men. I love to play golf and I am pretty good at it, but I declined to
be the fifth player and instead decided it would be a good time to indulge
myself at the hotel spa. I had not been there before, but from the hotel
brochures it looked great; manicures, saunas, swimming pools, a very
professional first class place, and part of the spa service highlighted
massages. My boyfriend would be gone the rest of the day, so I booked a late
afternoon massage which would give me a chance to run and then enjoy the
facilities.
The spa was busy and I had an hour to have a run, sauna,
etc. I had been running along the beach in either or the mornings or
evenings when it was little cooler, but in the middle of the afternoon I
opted for the indoor treadmill at the spa. I put in about 3 miles in about
23 minutes – a nice workout. I had a shower and a Jacuzzi, just perfect, so
even before the massage even took place I was feeling very relaxed.
When the time for my 5:00 pm massage came up, I went to
the desk and a young girl named Jeanie took me back to the room and
recommended I shower first to remove the chlorine from the pool.
She said, "You can lie on the massage table whenever you
are ready."
She showed me a stack of thick, soft towels. There were
no instructions on what to wear, but I have been to Europe many times and
the only way to enjoy an authentic massage is in the nude. I imagined at
this spa they leave it to the individual and must have all manner of
clothing preferences from nude, to swim suits, to whatever. I had brought a
bikini, but I knew the massage would be better nude, and since Jeanie would
be doing it, I just decided to go for it and start out nude.
After I climbed up on the table and covered myself with
a couple of the large towels, I had a feeling of bliss to lie there and
relax after running and the spa. They knew their stuff - nice lighting, soft
music, and elegant surroundings. Really, I could have probably just had a
nap and been happy.
I was waiting about 5 minutes when there was a knock on
the door and my 'masseuse' came in the room. It is not really a big deal
that it was a man, but somehow I had the impression that Jeanie would be
doing the massage and had I known differently I would have worn a bathing
suit to at least start the massage. Most places ask a preference, but
whether I preferred a male or female to do the massage never came up. No
matter, since I tend to prefer a man's massage anyway.
I started to sit up for introductions, but before I
could lift up more than my head he told me to relax and placed his hand on
my back to indicate I should lie back down.
"Hi, I'm Alan. I will be doing your massage. Have you
been here before?"
"Hello, I'm Beth, nice to meet you. No, this is my first
trip to Hilton Head. We are here for the week."
"What kind of massage do you like? Any problem areas
that I should concentrate on or avoid?"
I wanted a normal massage and I did not want the massage
to be too hard. I know that some people like a very deep massage bordering
on painful but that is not for me.
He laughed, "I will take it easy on you. But you are
right; many customers request 'the harder the better'. Please tell me if at
any time the massage is too rough or if you are uncomfortable in any way."
The second surprise was that Alan was black, but other
than for the observation was no big deal. I had not gotten a very good look
at Alan, just what I could see when I lifted my head to the side. He had the
standard white uniform, T-shirt and pants. I would guess he was in his 50's,
and maybe about 6 feet with medium brown skin and closely cut hair. Not by
any means the body builder sort of build, but not skinny either.
He started rubbing my shoulders with the towels still in
place. Just about perfect for me in terms of how hard. I think he was very
experienced at making sure the massage was personalized appropriately. He
had a very calming voice as he asked how I liked Hilton Head, where I was
staying, small talk subjects such as which golf courses I had played, etc.
While we were talking he casually lowered the towel on my back to my waist,
dribbled strawberry scented oil onto my back, and started a deep massage
using the palms of his hands.
He asked, "Am I rubbing too hard?"
I said, "It feels great, just right."
I had been resting my head on my arms but he pulled my
arms back to my sides and fit my face into the hole in the table. He
continued to work on my back. Whatever oil he was using was great and he was
skilled, using a variety of different styles such as his palms, finger
pressure, and even his whole forearm. I was really enjoying his various
techniques – it was obvious he was very well trained.
As he was massaging my lower back and sides I could feel
his fingers go a small way under the towel covering my butt. His fingers
touched the sides of my breasts, but it seemed incidental and brief.
After a few minutes, he folded the towel back up to
cover me. He moved to the foot of the table and lifted the towel to expose
my left leg to about mid-thigh. He was very respectful and provided a good
degree of modesty with the towels. Sometimes with a massage, the rule seems
to be once some part is exposed, it stays exposed. But the most formal
places will cover each area and only expose where they intend to massage
next. This "towel formality" gave me a pretty good idea of the overall style
of massage I would be getting and was comforting after my original faux pas
on the assumption my massage would be done by a woman.
Alan applied oil to my calf and thigh and continued his
good technique, alternating different pressures and styles. When he was
finished with my left leg, he did not recover it, but lifted the towel to
massage my right leg. He then applied oil to both legs, starting at the
ankle slowly moving up each leg simultaneously. His big hands easily wrapped
around my calves and thighs.
Whereas on my back he barely went farther than where the
towel ended, now he went considerably higher under the towel on my legs.
With his thumbs on the inside of each leg and his fingers on the outside, he
massaged deeply and went up far enough that his fingers went up to the
outside of my hips. I think he had enough common sense to be looking for any
adverse reaction. I felt the towel move up my legs during this part of the
massage.
We had not been talking for some time now and Alan
asked, "Are you alright Beth?"
"Great, you should take up massage professionally,"
which made him laugh.
We chatted for a while when I asked how long he had been
doing this. I was expecting to hear some long time and
was surprised when he said he had only been doing
massages for a couple of years. He was from New Jersey
and had worked 30 years at one of the automotive
companies. He and his wife had been married for a long
time and were now empty nesters with both kids were in
college. We talked about the schools and courses they
were taking when he heard I was a scientist.
Alan was looking for something to do after retiring and
had always enjoyed giving and getting massages and did
not need the money too badly. After getting the formal
training and license so he could work at top spas, he
really enjoyed his second profession.
I said, "Whoever taught you would be proud, everything
has been fantastic."
"Please believe me when I say it is my pleasure."
Alan moved the towels again, this time recovering my
right leg and then exposing my entire left side. It is
common in Europe for the expert towel placements, and I
could feel him move my legs apart a little wider, but I
could feel the folded towel provided full coverage to
continue the previous style of modesty. It was a nice
feeling as he dripped more oil onto my body, then
quickly and lightly rubbing it in before starting the
deeper massage.
Alan started up more conversation as he resumed the
massage. He asked where I was from, etc. From our
earlier conversation, he knew I was travelling with my
boyfriend and after he had described his family
situation, it was natural to describe my relationship.
He had very intelligent comments and the casual
conversation made me totally comfortable and relaxed.
"I would like to compliment you. I see you have tan
lines but you came in the nude. Most people are too shy
for that, but the massage is so much better this way."
I described some of the different massage styles I had
experienced in Europe and Asia. We talked about various
places each had travelled. He continued the massage all
the while we were chatting and this really did
contribute to an overall feeling of comfort.
His arms were long enough he had one hand on my ankle
and one on my shoulder as he did a variety of really
great massage techniques. His hand on my back was laid
flat and pressing while his hand on my leg was working
his fingers and thumbs in deeply. He moved both hands
together but he would stop at my upper thigh and lower
back during the deep massage. He did my back with both
hands and pressed down harder than before, sliding his
hands far under the towel to my other side several
times.
More to come shorty...