Originally Posted by Hal's Fantasy

I showed up to the massage spa for my first ever professional massage and I was assigned to a room and given instructions on what to do. I was due for a rather expensive full hour session, so it came with a nice spacious massage room. I took a quick shower in the room's shower stall and wrapped a towel around my waist. I'm not going to lie about what I had on my mind; I imagined a masseuse who looked like Eva Mendez walking in and giving me a full body rubdown. I was creating a bit of a tent in my towel by the time I crawled onto the table, but I took some deep distracting breaths to calm myself down.

I'm not very timid when it comes to showing off my package, so the idea of being a towel slip away from flashing a hot young girl was thrilling me. I felt very confident in the few minutes before my masseuse finally knocked and entered the room. She introduced herself as Alexandra; she looked like she was Swedish, with pure blond hair in a thick braid down her back and piercing blue eyes. Her voice was soft and mature, with just a tiny hint of a Nordic accent. Her light pink lips had a smooth glossy shine and her nose came to a cute little point just above them. In the instant I took in her sight, I was totally meek in her presence.

It was a moment before I got it together, taking a little longer than usual to respond with my own name and a smile. As she turned to close the door behind her, I raced my eyes over her body. She had short shorts on over white stockings, and a top that resembled a fashionable twist of doctor scrubs. The phrase "dream fuck" made its way out through my breath, but I knew the ambient hum of the overhead lights would drown it out. I could not help my dirty mind. I knew that I had bought this massage because of this chance; to be touched from head to toe by a total knockout; to have her hands all over my bare skin. You can get a girlfriend to do it, or you can get a whore to fuck you, but neither experience compares to the mental trip of being so close to someone who WON'T fuck you, but you wish with every cell in your body that they would. Ladies and gentlemen, this is the definition of teasing and it can build to a conclusion more exciting than just immediately getting what you want.

"Could you lie on your stomach?" she requested.

I complied with restrained enthusiasm. I knew that my excitement had to be showing on my face and in my body language, but I was breathing deeply and slowly in measured breaths so I did not have a wild erection... yet. Alexandra wheeled a cart of massage oils and other materials over to the table as I gave my towel a quick inspection and flattened my chest against the padding. After a few suspenseful moments, I heard the cap of one oil bottle snap open and then the suggestively moist sound of her hands rubbing together. I then closed my eyes and let the feel of her soft hands pour over me. The oil she was using allowed her hands to glide over my skin like water on a dolphin's back. I let out a little hybrid moan-grunt as my tense anticipation moved on to relaxed enjoyment. With my eyelids closed, I mentally followed her hands as they made their way all around my back and shoulders. This was beginning to feel good.

Mentally, I felt like I was having sex already. Alexandra had ceased to be my masseuse and was now my lover... in my head. With her hands kneading me and rubbing me all the way down to my hips, I let my brain's little fantasy take me over. My sense of etiquette was stretched thin as I just began moaning out of reaction. When she paused long enough for me to exhale, I let out a deep, "Mmmmmmmm." When the pause began to feel like a full stop, my wits began to slowly return to me. I realized where I was and what position I was in and the exact relationship I had with the woman who was now standing about 3 feet away from the table where I lay. Hoping she would help me figure out if I had gone too far, I stayed silent.

"Could you flip over on to your back, now?"

I contemplated her instruction for a short while, pretending to remain in the throes of intense relaxation. With my mind still quite fuzzy, I slowly lifted myself up and rotated my body around until I was lying on my back. When this was done, I began to realize two things were wrong. First, with all the rubbing and shifting, my towel had given a lot of slack in its previous position and my new positioning had it hanging loosely off of my waist. Second, I had quickly formed a very stiff erection and it had pushed my towel out of the way, standing in plain view.

The cool artificial air conditioned breeze made me even more aware of my hard cock. I lifted myself up on my knuckles to look down at my long, thick, engorged dick reaching out from the overlap in my loose towel, then flopped back down on my back with a hopelessly embarrassed sigh. I brought myself to turn my head toward Alexandra, my brow turned down in a mix of self-pity and worry. Part of this was a conscious act; I wanted to communicate as best I could that this was an accident and that I didn't mean for it to happen. On the other hand, my cock was still hard and throbbing with excitement. No matter how embarrassed I looked, my lap was showing otherwise.

Alexandra's reaction was surprising and thrilling to me. She stood there, with a finger trailing off of her parted lips. Her eyes were wide and fixed on my cock. Her other hand was braced against the cart with all of the oils on it. I traced my eyes over her body again, studying it closer, noticing her fit form in her tight white spa employee uniform. My body relaxed, but I was holding my breath now, and this only made my cock waver. Alexandra was still paying close attention to it, her fingers still at her lips. She looked so sexy at that moment; I felt like she was just as thrilled as I was.

Still hesitant to make any move, I knew it was up to her to steer this encounter somewhere. She took a careful step forward and I felt the hairs on my arms and legs tingle. Her eyes had calmed and her lips were closed now; her hands were reaching to my body. When her fingers touched my chest, I let out an involuntary moan. My eyes met hers at that moment and I found it a lot harder to read her. She was firm and professional, and she began to massage my chest and stomach. My cock was still flying high, fueled by her enticing touch. I felt a rush when her forearm brushed it as she worked on my muscles.

With another snap of the cap on the oil bottle, Alexandra prepared more oil on her hands to rub over my body. I wished for her to go straight for my dick, to grasp it with two hands and pump me like she was churning butter, but she began working on my thighs instead. The feeling was incredible when she brushed my soldier with her forearm again; all of this anticipation was making me hypersensitive. I watched her eyes as she worked, licking my lips with heightened expectations. She kept focused on her hands, which was fine because they were so close to where I really wanted them to be.

As she worked her way down my legs and up again, I felt my towel fall completely away from my body, leaving me totally exposed, hard as can be and glistening with massage oil. Alexandra was distracted as the towel hit the floor; her eyes darted to see it land and then slowly moved up to look straight at my large dick. It was still standing there, waiting for her attention. This time, she licked her lips and moved her eyes to mine. As our gaze held together, she slowly reached for me and for the first time I felt her warm hands envelope my straining cock.

I instantly groaned as I felt her lubricated hands squeeze me. As she did, her fists naturally slid over me. I moaned with every movement. Her fingers were strong and soft at the same time and I instantly knew that she was a natural at this. With a firm grip lubricated by the oil, she stroked me with both hands like she was wringing out a towel, sliding up and down my shaft. My vision blurred as I moaned some more, my head was craned back into the padded table. This girl was blowing my mind with her hands.

She sped up, moving faster up and down my shaft, her fingers squeezing my head every time they rolled over it. I felt my orgasm nearing quickly as my anticipation was being cashed in by her phenomenal hand work. She had hardly said a word to me throughout our entire session, yet Alexandra had my mind and body enthralled with pleasure. My head was reeling, my hips were jerking, and my hands were gripping the edges of the table. Her oiled grip on my cock was heavenly.

As I moaned, she leaned in to me and said in her soft voice, “I know you want to come. Do it!”

I didn’t need any more persuasion. With her command, I felt instantly overwhelmed and my pleasure flew straight past its limits. I called out and felt my body stiffen an instant before I shot. When I came, I sent streams of my hot cum into the air. I bucked as I felt cum hit my chest in ropes and I still released more and more. My powerful orgasm swirled my vision and I let Alexandra’s hands control me entirely. She stroked me more and I shuddered, giving my last spurts of white cum to her. They splashed down her knuckles and dripped down on to me. When she finally released me, I had totally showered myself in my own juice.

Alexandra told me to wash up and check out at the front desk. Before I could realize what was happening, she had left the room. I climbed back into the shower to wash my spunk off my entire body and then got dressed. Outside the room, Alexandra was nowhere to be seen. I ended up leaving the spa and never seeing another person except the receptionist at the front desk. This was OK with me because of the glassy look in my eyes after having my body completely rocked. I was happy to drift out of there without another word.