My Experience at Ador Massage

I knew the place. I was familiar with the atmosphere. The setup, the soft lighting, the music from the speakers. Only, I didn’t stay for a massage session. I finally decided to go for an hour of erotic massage. If I had been wavering in making a decision up until then, each time I was invited, the detail that made me decide faster was when I saw the pictures on the website of Emma. I really liked her from the pictures and said, why not? I was going to leave myself in the hands of a very beautiful woman.

They say photos deceive the eye. And they do. I’d built up a picture of her body in my mind. I’d imagined Emma a tall woman. Maybe from the heels in the pictures. And full thighs. The moment I saw her wrapped in the white towel, I didn’t realise it was her, small in stature, but very luscious, I thought to myself. The face you couldn’t see in the pictures on the website. Very beautiful, a smooth complexion and small head of hair, with her hair loose.

She invited me into the room. After a long day, it was time to take a shower first. I had no problem getting completely undressed in front of her, although the light was still on. I’m not prudish. After the shower, she handed me a towel which I wiped myself thoroughly with. Meanwhile, she had arranged a disposable sheet on the huge, canopied bed.She took off her towel. Her small, round breasts caught my eye.

During our conversation, I tried to look her in the eye, more out of respect, though my instinct was to savour it with my eyes—her slender body, her round breasts, her beautiful thighs. And why not? The earring caught in her labia that I had seen in pictures. At her invitation, I lay face down on the bed. She turned off the light, then climbed into bed. I had a slight erection by then, but things would have been different if I had looked at her more closely.

She was next to me, sitting on her knees. I could hear her anointing her hands, abdomen and breasts with oil. I closed my eyes and tried to relax as much as I could, my head resting on my arms. I just got an erotic massage. From the position she was in, I felt her hands on my back, sliding up and down. Higher up to her shoulders, then down to her buttocks… mm… I closed my eyes. Her touches were perfect, and every time she touched my buttocks with her palms, I felt a shiver go through me.

She stopped, picked up the bottle of oil again, anointed her body again, then leaned over me from the side. I felt her small breasts and her abdomen touching my back. She started in an up-and-down movement, just as she had done with her hands. This time, it was more exciting, especially when I felt her nipples touching my buttocks. She shifted her position several times from side to side straddling me a few times.

My penis had come alive. It was in an unnatural position, and it was embarrassing me. I didn’t realise what Emma was trying to do. From the right side, she straddled me, her breasts massaging me all over. When I wanted to take my hand out from under my head to fix my penis, we bumped a little, unintentionally. Her smooth, greasy skin rubbed against me from top to bottom, each time stopping at my buttocks and rising again, at a steady, unhurried pace. Sensual, erotic. Later, she asked me to turn over face up. My erect penis had been crushed by my body and hers. It was like a release from the grip it had been in.

She was sitting on her knees on my left side, her bottom slightly towards me. She took the bottle of oil and anointed herself again, on her hands, abdomen and breasts. She leaned over me, put her palms on me first and spread some of that oil. She followed the same movement with her body over me, my abdomen, my breasts. Rubbing against me but mostly in the penis area. I touched her breasts many times, even her nipples.

I looked at her, slightly tense… at the breasts touching my penis, at the luscious ass I wanted to bite. I’d slightly raise my hands in the air, and I wanted to touch her. I knew there were certain rules imposed by the salon manager, but I didn’t know if I was allowed to do that. I didn’t want to force the issue. It’s like I was puzzled… and a little while later, her reply came.

“You can touch me if you want.”

Oof, how could I not want to? I could barely keep myself from doing that. The first touch was on her round, oily ass. I squeezed it, but not too hard, and then on her thighs. She was moving towards me, her breasts touching me. I reached out and grabbed her right breast… mm… round, firm. You’d feel like biting it. From the moment I got the invitation to touch it, my hands didn’t stay still. Everywhere I could. Along her body line, her breasts, her thighs. … . …

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