Thoroughly recommended

I’d been flying for over 14 hours and arrived at my hotel feeling wiped out. I suffer badly from jetlag, and one of the things I’ve found can help is a really good full body massage – not one of those sexual massages that concentrates solely, and swiftly, on a specific wayward part of my anatomy – well they have their place too – but from a professional masseuse who can take away the muscle knots that have developed from sitting in confined surroundings for too long. So, I checked with the concierge to see if she could recommend a service.

I called the recommended number and was lucky enough to catch the masseuse in a quiet period. She could come right over and would be with me in about twenty minutes. I had a quick shower to remove the travel grime and awaited her arrival in the bathrobe conveniently provided by the hotel.

Well it was nearer forty minutes before the masseuse arrived. She knocked on the door and I opened it to find a slim attractive lady – probably in her early forties. She introduced herself as Anne (with an e she emphasised). I have to say I was immediately attracted to her – she had a delightful smile – and nice legs topped with a cute bottom (I notice such things). I invited her in, offered her a drink from the minibar and we started out with some minor small talk. I learnt she ran her own business – just herself and one colleague – and made a halfway decent living out of her massage business. She made a point of telling me that her massages were purely therapeutic, although she said she was often asked for more by her clients. She did volunteer that on occasion she had given more, but that this was rare and only when she’d really liked the person she was massaging. I have to admit I found that volunteered statement somewhat arousing. In my mind it hadn’t been necessary – perhaps she was indicating she’d taken a liking to me.

She also said she’d had a long day (it was early evening) and after me she was going to relax and go home. “Your husband cooking dinner then?” I asked to be told there was no husband – she was divorced. I think she was in a confessional mood. She told me she’d been abused and beaten by her husband until she’d had enough and walked out. The massage business followed to enable her to make a reasonable living.

Well we had another drink. She learnt a fair amount about me and we did seem to warm to each other. I remember looking deep into her eyes and feeling a stirring in my loins – not bad with the tiredness and jetlag I thought to myself, but she broke the gaze and said that we’d better start. We finalised the commercial side and she went into the bathroom, and after a short time came out with a towel which she laid on the bed and had me lie down on it face down, covering my bottom with another towel. “Well we wouldn’t want you to get cold, would we?” she said grinning.

She shook some talcum powder on to my back and started to work her fingers into my neck muscles. I relaxed on the bed as she worked away. She was good! The strains of the flight were diminishing nicely as she worked down my back. I felt the towel being moved up as she worked on my buttocks. “Nice butt” she commented. “It takes one to know one” I said back at which she gave me a sharp slap on the bottom. “Cheeky” she said.

I looked round at her. “Do that again and I might repay the compliment – with interest” I said grinning. “Promises, Promises!” she replied as she continued working on my buttocks and down to the top of my thighs.

Well I always find this part of a massage a little disconcerting – particularly if the masseuse is attractive as Anne was. Fingers get in close proximity to some particularly sensitive parts. Hers seemed to get in very close proximity! As if by accident she brushed my balls, causing me to gasp slightly and move my legs apart a little in the hope that it might happen again. It did happen again and I arched upwards allowing her better access. I looked around at her to see her grinning at me.

“Naughty boy!” she said as she obliged by massaging my balls and upwards under my body to my fully hardened cock. “Naughty girl”, I responded at which she gave my balls a hard squeeze.

“Dangerous position for you” she grinned. She continued the massage – back on my thighs again and continued down my legs, calf muscles and feet. She then started back up my legs, back to my thighs. I arched upwards again and she responded by cupping my balls in her hand, squeezing them gently. I reached out and found her leg with my left hand. I raised it up under her skirt slowly, wondering if she’d slap me away, but she didn’t. I touched her pussy to find she didn’t have any panties on, and that she was highly aroused and really wet. She gasped. I massaged her clit and she came really quickly, squeezing my balls hard again involuntarily as she did – “Sorry” she said as she realised what she’d done! However it wasn’t a problem – somehow I can take being squeezed there really hard when I’m erect – and I was very hard at the time.

Then she quite deliberately slapped me hard a couple of times on my bottom – enough to sting. “Ouch” I exclaimed. “Now I told you what I’d do if you did that again”. “Yes you did” she said smiling broadly and she didn’t resist at all as I moved to sit on the edge of the bed and hauled her over my knee, lifted her skirt and started to spank her.

I didn’t spank her very hard at first and she wriggled over my knee making soft moans. She spread her legs wide apart and taking this as an invitation I started massaging her damp-again pussy. She squealed and gasped and came again staying up there for what seemed and age.

“You obviously enjoyed that far too much” I said and began to spank her a lot harder. After about a dozen hard spanks her delightful butt had turned scarlet all over and she was squirming and twisting over my knee, but wasn’t making any attempt to stop me. I gave her another dozen for good measure and my fingers again ventured between her legs, finding her clitoris again and venturing inside her. This time she cried out loud as she reached orgasm, shuddering and shuddering as it swept through her.

When she had finished, I stood her up and undressed her slowly, admiring her body as I did. It was well formed and nicely taut. I ran my fingers up and down her and watched her eyes roll as I played with her nipples. I laid her on the bed, playing with her breasts, squeezing her nipples gently. This seemed to arouse her almost as much as playing with her clit. I wondered if I could make her come just by breast play. I could! Another long shuddering orgasm.

I went to my suitcase and took out my long bamboo shoehorn and brought it back to the bed. I ran it up and down her body, teasing her nipples and breasts with it and rubbing her pussy with it. I pushed her legs apart and gave her pussy a sharp slap with the convex side of the shoehorn. She reacted by drawing her legs together and then opening them really wide inviting more of the same. I obliged. Six sharp slaps with the shoehorn – I could tell it really hurt, but that she loved it too. I put the shoehorn down and gently massaged the affected area.

“God, its all so sensitive” she said as she wriggled and squirmed at my touch before coming noisily yet again. I turned her over. Her bottom had almost recovered its milky white colouring after her spanking although there were still some reddish patches. But not for long. The shoehorn makes a delightful spanking implement. It’s like a cross between a cane and a paddle and stings divinely. I gave her twenty with it quite hard leaving red marks on her bottom that I knew wouldn’t go quite so quickly as the hand spanking marks. She didn’t even flinch. I sat beside her massaging her lower back and her bottom. “Had enough spanking?” I enquired.

She shook her head. “I’ve broken the rules” she said. “I shouldn’t have sex with clients so I need to be punished properly”. She wiggled her bottom.

“Alright” I said, but you’re going to be really sore. “I’m going to give you twenty really hard if that’s what you want” . She nodded again.

I gave her them in fives – really hard with a long pause between each set of five. I could tell it really hurt her – particularly when I laid five across her upper thighs, one on top of the other. At the end she just lay there, sobbing slightly.

“God, I really needed that” she said as she sat up gingerly, rubbing her bottom. I wiped some tears away from her eyes cuddling her close.

“Now its your turn for some pleasure” she said as she pulled me down on the bed. “I haven’t massaged your front yet – how about Thai style?” So saying she straddled me and started massaging me with her bare breasts working from my chest downwards – what a sensation. She massaged past my erect cock and took it in her mouth, cupping my balls in her hand. She licked around the top of my cock, then wrapped her lips around it sliding up and down the shaft until I was close to coming when I pushed her off. “Don’t want to come yet” I said, I want to be inside you.

I rolled her back onto the bed and pulled on a condom and climbed between her legs. She stuck them up in the air and wide apart so I could enter deeply and I moved in and out slowly, letting my cock play with her clit and then enter her deep over and over until she came again squeezing her legs tight round my side as she shuddered and shuddered again – but I wasn’t ready to come yet. I brought her up to orgasm again and as she got close I could feel myself coming too, hammering into her really hard. She cried out again as she came and I felt the wash of my orgasm from my chest down to my knees as I collapsed spent alongside her.

We lay in each other’s arms, cuddling and kissing for what seemed like an age. I guess I dozed off – I was pretty tired. By now it was about 5 a.m. European time and only midnight where we were. I woke up to find her dressing.

“Don’t go” I said “– you can stay over”. “Sorry, I’ve got to. Got a kid at home and the child minder’ll was wondering what happened to me. Just gave her a call saying I’d be back shortly”.

She bent down and kissed me. “Best massage session I’ve ever had – think I should be paying you rather than you me”. But she didn’t offer me my money back – not that I cared. Best massage session I’d ever had too. She left without even a goodbye and I drifted off to a sound sleep. Best cure for jetlag I’d ever had too. Thoroughly recommended!