A public massage

I was attending a 3-day dance festival with a few friends of mine in a moderately fancy hotel. It comprised of dance practices during the day, and social dancing at night. There were a lot of dance practices that were available for the participants to attend throughout the day. One often had a dilemma choosing between two equally attractive classes.

As eager as I was, I ended up going for a few too many sessions. By the second evening, and well before the social dancing started for that night, I was feeling pains all over my body.

As I walked out of the hotel ballroom with my body sore and a little hunched, I was approached by a slightly older lady. I say older, but in truth she was no more than 10 years older than my 27 years of age. It was only a few smile lines on her face that betrayed her age.

She had a sexy body. Slim and with curves in the right places. That was no surprise since almost everyone who came to these dance festivals looked good. People here tended to dress sexy too, and in that manner she was moderately so. Her outfit was form fitting and begged the eyes to roam across the body in a subtle way.

She sported an incredible smile and said to me, “You look like you could do with a massage.”

“You know? I definitely need one right now. I don’t even know how I’m going to attend the party tonight.” I was being open to a complete stranger, but such things do occur at a dance festival.

Her smile widened. And for the first time I noticed the sign behind her, ‘Free massage. For dancers only’. It was next to a standard issue massage bed. All of this was set up in the middle of the lobby between the five event suites the hotel had for hosting their events. At the moment there was only one other dance class going on in one of the suites. They had just started and would take another hour to finish.

She noticed my gaze and explained that she was hired by the event organizers to offer massages to any of the festival participants. She being a participant herself, would only offer massages after all the dance practice sessions of the day were over. A few participants had taken up her offer the day before, but most had wanted to get some rest before the night’s party. “If this keeps up I will start losing my touch!” she added with a chuckle. Today I was her first customer. Hence I found myself in a pleasant coincidence.

“I’m Ellie,” she said with a huge smile. Her cheer was making me warm up even more, if that was possible, to the idea of getting a massage right here and now.

“Ellie you don’t understand how glad I am that you are here, doing this. Could I please?” I gazed longingly at the massage bed.

She giggled and said, “Yes! Lay down on the bed and I’ll take care of your aches.” She winked and continued, “I’ll make you feel young again.” It was clearly a jab at my hunched posture. I took it good-naturedly.

I looked at her for a second and considered my response before saying, “Well you are already doing that Ellie.” She placed her hand over her mouth, pretending to be scandalized.

She mock admonished me for that, “Naughty boy!”

“Hehe,” it was my turn to laugh now. “Ok, how do you want me Ellie?” I was really enjoying flirting with this beautiful stranger.

She slapped my ass playfully. “Stop that, young man! I don’t want to get into trouble because of you.” I loved it. I rubbed my ass and put on a hurt look on my face.

“Now you’ll have to massage that as well.”

Leaving her speechless and shaking her head, I looked around to make sure no one was around at that moment. I then, as quickly as I could, stripped all of my clothes off. Ellie was now truly shocked. No more pretending. Her wide-eyed, open-mouthed reaction was very real.

My body was toned from lots of dancing and I had a good posture. I wasn’t a professional dancer, but I took my weekly dance classes very seriously. I too had a friendly face crafted from lots of smiling and laughing courtesy of an amazing group of friends. My legs were not large but strong enough to carry a girl’s weight while dancing. My cock was average sized.

And right now it was semi-erect, greeting this beautiful stranger. I was aroused at being the only one naked and having a pretty girl look at me.

I walked slowly towards her, hiding the fact that my heart was thumping loudly inside. My eyes were gazing at her, but my focus was elsewhere. Telling my mind to calm down, convincing it that this will be a pleasurable time.

By the time I had gotten myself up onto the massage bed, which I had also done at a slow pace, I had successfully calmed my mind. I started feeling cheeky once again. I lay facing down for a few moments enjoying my public exposure. I then turned my head towards her, winked, and said calmly, “Please give me a full massage Ellie.”

She broke off from her trance and rushed to place a towel over my body. I guess she hadn’t planned for naked customers since the towel she covered me with was pretty short. It extended from my waist to the middle of my hamstrings. “You’re going to get me into trouble!” she admonished me, for real this time.

“Relax Ellie,” I tried to calm her anxiety. “Who would know?”

“Everyone would! What if the towel slipped? Even if it was a little bit! Everyone would see your… your…” she started off loudly and animatedly but trailed off.

“My what Ellie?”

“Your butt!” she exclaimed, perhaps a little too loudly. I stifled a giggle.

“Don’t worry, no one will see a thing,” I said while not really being convinced myself, but not really caring about it. I liked exposing myself, and enjoyed her fretting over trying to cover me up. I then thought of something else to put her in a dilemma again, “Ok, if you’re so worried, tuck the towel under me.”

She slapped my ass again, through the towel. This time it was due to frustration though, and it was a lot harder than her previous playful swat. In any case a spank is a spank. And I enjoyed it. Somehow I was managed to think of my next move despite the pleasure. I told her, “Well your spank is of no use. I feel no pain because of this thick towel you so kindly placed onto me.” In truth it was a thin towel, but I was only trying to rile her up.

“Aargh!!” she screamed as she pulled my towel away from my butt. And spanked my butt again. She spanked me really really hard!

“Ouch!” I yelped. I could take the pain though. It was both painful and erotic. And I wanted her to continue a little longer.

She was either angry or incredibly nervous at the situation, and my butt was practically inviting her to relieve her stress. She kept spanking me hard, saying between spanks, “Serves. You. Right! You. Naughty. Naughty. Naughty. Naughty! Boy!”

“Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! I’m sorry! Please! Wait! Sorry! It’s painful! Oww!!” I yelped in response. I’m really not sure if anyone saw this comical scene, as I was too focused on the pain and pleasure that was assaulting me. We were definitely loud though.

I was pretty sure my ass was bright red now, contrasting against my light brown skin. It felt like it was on fire. After her tenth hard spank there was a pause wherein I reached back to touch my ass. And found it to be incredibly warm to touch.

Wincing in pain but turned on beyond belief, I turned to look at her once more. She looked satisfied. I guess she had taken her revenge on my audacity. Relieved that she was emotionally stable now, I couldn’t help but ask cheekily, “Better now?” She gave me one last spank for that cheeky comment, then laughed.

“You’re just incorrigible!” she said, resigning herself to my antics. “But you’re not the only one who can play games. Think yourself smart, don’t you? Well you’ll just have to remain naked. We’ll see then if you get nervous when anyone passes by.

Maybe if someone from this last class comes out and recognizes you? Then what will you do, my dear naughty boy?”

I gulped. Both at the possibility of being seen by the event-goers, as well as at the exciting words she used. I was ‘her dear naughty boy.’

“No words now eh? Good!” She started her massage at my neck. Then my shoulder blades, arms, upper back, lower back….. It was very relaxing. I soon forgot my woes, of being naked at Ellie’s mercy, and started becoming drowsy. She skipped my red, raw ass, and massaged both my legs. All the tension in my muscles were removed. And I fell off to sleep.

“Wakey wakey naughty boy,” I heard a soft voice in my ear. I awoke and tried to figure out my bearings. “It’s time to turn around!” she said in a sing-song voice. I lazily complied. “Ooh… morning wood I see!” she said with a smirk while looking at my eyes.

My eyes widened a little when I finally realized my position and vulnerability, and she chuckled. “See? Not so brave now are we?”

“Let’s see now… how can I make you even more uncomfortable? Let’s turn the tables, shall we?” she teasingly said while tracing down my chest and circling my tummy. She was teasingly close to the tip of my cock, but never touched it. My cock was reaching on its own accord to towards her fingertip.

As I flexed my pelvic muscles to push my cock towards her finger, she smacked it! Thankfully, not too hard. It made me gasp in surprise. “Ah ah ah!” she admonished. “Not so fast there.”

“Ah I know. I will go now. I will be back. Sooner or later!” she teased. She was definitely enjoying my vulnerable state a little too much. My breathing was ragged now, and I was still focused on how I can get her to touch my cock. I could not speak. She continued, “When I come back I may do something for you. If… and only if! I see you in this same position when I return.” With that she flicked my cock and giggled as it bobbed. I grunted. She winked at me, turned, and sashayed her ass away!

I lay there extremely horny. At moments like this the thought of who may or may not see me is irrelevant. All I wanted was release, and by her. I lay there with my arms firmly by my side, my body rigid with anticipation.

The wait could have been minutes or hours. I had no way of knowing. I had no watch. And I was completely naked at the mercy of someone who wasn’t even there! Technically I had my clothes not a few feet away, but my craving for her touch kept me from reaching for them.

My hard cock was starting to soften, and I wondered whether she wanted me to remain EXACTLY as she left me. “Better be safe than sorry,” I told myself, and tried to arouse myself. It wasn’t difficult. All I had to do was replay the sweet memories of the last few moments in my mind. I was stroking myself with these thoughts when she returned.

“You you you! Are you ever not naughty?” she exclaimed rhetorically. I responded by just looking at her with a hungry look in my eyes.

“Touch me” I commanded. She looked surprised at my change of tone. But in truth I was desperate. I pleaded, “Please Ellie.” And she smirked, but then smiled kindly.

“I know what you need my dear. Head back now. Don’t look at me. Close your eyes and just enjoy this.”

I followed her instructions closed my eyes. I refrained from opening them when I felt her wet tongue slide across the length of my cock. My body quivered and she lay her hands on my upper thighs.

I felt her soft boobs press against my upper thighs. And I felt her entire mouth engulfing all of my cock. Her teeth gently grazed various parts of my shaft.

And then she sucked delicately. I was in heaven and was nearly at a hair trigger after all the built up suspense. She knew this too and was careful with me. But with all her softness I was still helplessly building up to erupting. My breathing was rapid, ragged. I was beyond aroused.

“I’m close. Ellie,” I pleaded with her. I did not know if I was pleading for her to go faster or slow down.

I felt her hand grip my cock and pump it faster. Her mouth still sucking me rhythmically. Then I heard a round of applause coming from the next room! There could be easily twenty people coming out of the adjacent room right now.

The risk of being caught in a sexual position pushed me off the edge. It instantly triggered my release. I arched my body and tensed as I pushed my cock deep into Ellie’s mouth, ejaculating my cum. My hands were still on my side and not holding her down, yet she kept her mouth fixed to my cock. She kept sucking on my cock eagerly and swallowed all that it had to offer.

After that she immediately stood up. “We don’t have time. Get dressed. Quick!” she said frantically.

I jumped off the bed and quickly donned my clothes. I skipped my underwear so as to save time. I had just gotten my trousers on and zipped up when the doors opened.

A close friend of mine was one of the few who exited the room early. Her eyebrows raised in a smirk as she saw me rushing to put on my T-shirt and the masseuse wiping her mouth with her tissue. I may have some answering to do later.

I hugged the masseuse once I was fully dressed, thanked her for an incredible time, and asked if I could dance with her later this evening to make up for her gift to me. She agreed with a big smile on her face. “Wear something sexy!” I said softly to her with a wink, and she looked down and shook her head again.

“Incorrigible!” was probably what she was saying to herself