I was vacationing at a 5-star Resort in South Carolina. Being a professional businesswoman with an executive status helps me to enjoy extravagant vacations. I golfed, lounged at the pool and sunned on the beach, ate at the best restaurants, and hit the hot spots at night.
I wore my skimpiest bikinis at the pool and on the beach and enjoyed the lustful stares that I was getting. I am a notably attractive woman. I keep myself in shape by running and working out at the gym. I have lengthy reddish-brown hair and green eyes. I am 5-7” and have a well-kept figure.
On my third day, I indulged myself at the hotel spa. I had not been there before, but it looked great in the hotel brochures. The beauty treatments were plentiful, and part of the spa service highlighted massages. I booked a late afternoon massage and had time to run on the treadmill and enjoy the facilities.
The spa was busy, and I had an hour to run, sauna, and shower. I put in five miles in thirty minutes. Then I used the Jacuzzi and the shower, so even before the massage took place, I was feeling relaxed.
At 5:00 PM, a cute young lady named Jan led me to an available massage room. She showed me the stack of soft towels and said I could lie on the massage table whenever I was ready.
I had brought a bikini with me, but I knew the massage would be better nude. I climbed on the table and covered myself with a couple large towels. It felt blissful to lie there and relax after running on the treadmill. I enjoyed the lighting, soft music, and elegant surroundings.
I waited about five minutes and nearly dozed off when I heard a knock on the door, and a masseur entered the room. Although I was under the impression that Jan would be doing the massage, it was not a big deal that it was a man. I have always preferred a man’s hands beyond a woman’s touch.
“Hi, I’m Al. I will be doing your massage. Have you been here before?”
“Hello, Al. I’m Brenda. Nice to meet you. No, this is my first time at the resort.”
“I hope you find everything to your liking. What kind of massage do you like? Any problem areas that I should concentrate on or avoid?”
“Just a normal massage, nothing too hard,” I answered.
He laughed,” I will take it easy on you. Please tell me if at any time the massage is too rough or if you are uncomfortable in any way.”
Al was a black man, slightly older. I had not gotten a good look at him, just what I could see when I lifted my head to the side. He was barefooted and wore a standard white uniform, T-shirt, and shorts. He was tall, and his salt-and-pepper hair was closely cropped.
He started rubbing my shoulders with the towels still in place. Just about perfect for me in how hard his hands pressed against my flesh. I could tell he was experienced. He had a very charming voice in asking how I liked the resort.
While we carried on a casual conversation, he lowered the towel on my back to my waist, dribbled some strawberry-scented oil onto my back, and started a deeper massage using the palms of his hands.
“Am I rubbing too hard?” he asked.
“Not at all. It feels just right,” I answered.
I had my arms folded under my head, but he pulled my arms to my sides and fit my face into the hole in the table. He continued to work on my back. The oil he was using made his hands feel smooth and silky. He used a variety of different styles, such as his palms, fingers, and his forearm. I enjoyed his various techniques.
As he was massaging my lower back and sides, I could feel his fingers travel under the edge of the towel covering my derriere. When he ran his hands up my sides, his fingers grazed the sides of my breasts. It felt teasing. I liked it.
After a few minutes, he folded the towel 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 respectful and provided a degree of modesty with the towels.
Al applied oil to my calf and thigh and continued his technique. When he finished my left leg, he left it exposed and lifted the towel to massage my right leg, giving it the same technique. Then, Al applied oil to both legs, starting at my ankles and slowly moving up each leg simultaneously. His big hands wrapped around my calves and covered the backs and sides of my thighs as he moved upward.
Whereas on my back, he barely went farther than where the towel ended, now he went considerably higher under the towel on my legs. His hand went up around my hips, and I felt the towel move further up my legs during this part of the massage.
We were silent for some time now, and Al asked, “Are you alright, Brenda?”
“I couldn’t be better,” I softly replied.
“You have good muscle tone,” he said.
“Thank you, I run to stay in shape.”
“I can tell. Your legs are quite firm.”
“I ran a few miles on the treadmill before coming in,” I said in response to his compliment.
“I saw you running. One of the staff pointed you out as the 5:00 PM appointment, and I volunteered.”
“Oh, so now the truth comes out,” I teased.
He laughed and said, “I hope it does not sound unprofessional, but it is a pleasure to give a massage to a nice-looking lady with a good body. A lot of my customers have less than perfect figures.”
“I sympathize. I am glad you are also enjoying the massage. Does this mean I get a discount?” I joked, and we both laughed.
“If it were up to me, I’d do you for free, but the management wants to keep the lights on. However, maybe we can throw in some extra time.”
“That sounds good to me. I can go on like this forever,” I replied and felt silly for saying it after I said it.
“Hmmm,” Al replied to my comment and said, “For the rest of the backside massage, I usually remove all the towels, but we can skip that if you prefer.”
I replied, with a degree of excitement stirring in my belly, “Oh, no, go ahead. It will make it much easier.”
Al removed the towels and applied more oil, dripping it virtually everywhere. He smoothed the oil on my legs, back, and derriere. He stood at the head of the table, using both hands on my shoulders and sliding his palms slowly down to my lower back and butt cheeks while I stared through the face hole at his large black feet.
His hands moved up and down my back and over the curve of my ass. When he leaned over the farthest, his hands reached to my lower thighs. Al had the most marvelous technique, using his thumbs on my spine, and continued downward with his thumbs sliding between the cheeks of my ass on his way to my thighs. A couple of times, his thumbs grazed my ass hole, causing me to clench my cheeks and release a soft moan.
After a few minutes, he moved to the foot of the table. I am no prude, and I didn’t mind giving him a view of my pussy from where he stood. He applied more oil to my legs and moved his hands up very quickly to rub my ass and lower back. He rubbed, quickly at first, and repeated more slowly.
“Are you doing okay, Brenda?” Al asked as he once again moved up my legs.
“I am doing great,” I replied truthfully.
I thought to myself, this was a great experience. The temperature was perfect, the music was subtle, the scented oil was pleasant, and Al was extremely charming and an excellent masseur.
Al continued slowly up my legs and was now massaging my inner thighs. The higher he went, the more sensitive I became. When he reached my ass, his thumbs touched my pussy for a split second. I flinched a little and realized how sensitive I’d become.
When he leaned over the farthest, he reached under my waist and came back down my sides so that his fingers grazed my belly. He lifted my hips and thighs slightly, just enough that he was touching my front hip area and thighs as he went back down. This caused my legs to move slightly apart. When he repeated this part of the massage, I knew he had a clear view of my pussy, and I wondered if he could see how wet I was.
He again asked, “How are you doing, Brenda?”
I admired that he was very clever in asking respectfully and perceptive in deciding how far to push things.
I replied truthfully, “This is the best massage I ever had.”
“That is the best compliment I ever had,” Al responded.
Al continued to massage my inner thighs and my ass. I felt his thumbs slightly graze my pussy, but again he did not linger. The anticipation as he moved his hands up my thighs and then the split-second glance against my pussy became electric.
I didn’t know how long he would continue this until he held up a large towel and asked me to turn over onto my back. Part of me was relieved the erotic part of the massage had concluded. I had to struggle to hold back a moan each time his thumbs grazed my pussy.
He held the towel up high enough so even his head was not visible, showing professional expertise regarding modesty. He laid a small pillow over the face hole in the table for my head, and he covered my entire body with several towels.
This was the first time I got a good look at the man. He looked distinguished and pleasant. His face reminded me of Morgan Freeman. Since we were getting more acquainted, I began to like him more and more. It was also the first time we made eye-to-eye contact, and I realized the sweet irony of looking into the eyes of the man who had his hands all over my naked body for the last thirty minutes or so.
“Are you enjoying the massage, Brenda?” Al asked as he smiled down at me.
Feeling deliciously vulnerable under his care, I replied, “Very much.”
“Good. I will use a lighter oil on your face, so close your eyes and relax.”
I closed my eyes as he rubbed my forehead and temples and moved to my chin and cheeks, lightly massaging the oil into my skin with his fingers. I smiled as he was doing this, and he said, “I guess I don’t have to ask how you’re doing,” making us both laugh.
When he was finished, Al placed a damp cloth over my eyes and folded the towel on my chest to expose my shoulders and the very tops of my breasts. He used more oil and began to rub my shoulders and outer arms. This part was finished rather quickly.
Al moved down the table to massage my feet and then moved the towel to expose both legs to mid-thigh. As before, he started with my ankles and moved slowly up both legs. A little differently than when he rubbed my legs while I was lying face down, this time he went under the towel quite far as he moved up the front of my thighs.
His thumbs were again on my inner thighs, and as he moved higher, his fingers and palms went up the outside of my hips to my abdomen, where he would spread his fingers and dig in slightly.
He avoided touching my pussy with his thumbs this time, but he spent a moment running his oily thumbs over my shaved pelvis. When his thumbs came close to my clit, I tried to remain relaxed.
Al continued to go under the towel quite far, and the towel had ridden up. He covered me and moved to the side of the table, where he repositioned the towel to cover my pussy but exposed my entire left leg. Al lifted my leg off the table, bent at the knee, and rested it against his leg and stomach. Even though my leg was widely spread, he made sure my pussy was covered under the towel.
He applied more oil to my exposed inner thigh and began massaging deeply with both hands, slowly working from my knee to my upper thigh. He deftly massaged under the towel, going as far as possible without touching my pussy. When he rubbed that area, I tensed up initially, and my leg quivered.
He whispered, “Relax, honey.” His voice was soothing, and the next time I avoided tensing up and enjoyed the close encounter of his fingers.
Al moved to the other side of the table and continued the same procedure on my right leg. It was impossible for me to avoid having erotic thoughts with his fingers coming so close to my pussy.
Al repositioned the towels, so my legs, hips, and mid-section were exposed but left the towels covering my breasts and pussy. Applying more oil, he rubbed my upper thigh with one hand while lightly rubbing my belly with his other hand. As Al was rubbing my undulant belly, his hand went under the towel, and his movement exposed part of my left breast. He did not make any move to adjust the towel.
He continued this part of the massage for a little longer. In the end, the towel uncovered more of my breast, and even though my eyes were covered, I could feel the air kissing my nipple.
Al avoided touching my breast, even though my nipple, now hard and tingling, was begging for attention. He covered that breast while he repeated the same procedure on my other side. This time, the towel moved much quicker, and my right breast was exposed longer but left untouched.
Coming so close to my erogenous zones was making me crazy. I came close to begging Al to pinch my nipples, please!
Al must have sensed my arousal and took some initiative and pulled the towel off my chest, completely exposing my breasts. I have firm, beautiful breasts. I am proud of my breasts, I love to show them, and even more so when I am feeling horny!
Alan dripped the oil as before. Standing at my waist, he lightly ran his hands over my belly. It felt like hot waves of pleasure rolling through my flesh as his hands ran softly up and down my curvature. His hands stopped at the bottom of my breasts and went down to my pelvis and back up.
I could feel my flesh turning hot under his hands! This massage was turning very erotic and coming on so smoothly. This was foreplay at its finest. If it keeps on this way, he is going to have to fuck me to ease my torture.
He poured more oil on my belly, and this time on my breasts as well, and purposefully aimed the drops on my elongated teats. I felt the fire grow in my chest as the drops landed on my highly sensitive nipples and trickled down the sides of my breasts.
With my eyes covered, I could not see what he was doing, but I could surely feel it. Unable to see filled me with anticipation of what might come next.
I felt him use his fingers of one hand to lightly circle my navel and slowly work his way up the valley between my hot, heaving breasts. He drove me insane when he traced the outer edges of both breasts in ever-decreasing circles to the very ridges of my swollen areolas.
My brain was screaming, “Oh God, I want to cum from the way he’s teasing my tits!”
Al moved to the head of the table and leaned over to place both palms on my belly with his fingers splayed as he dragged them up my ribcage to the outer edges of my breasts and squeezed them together, deepening my cleavage, creating thoughts in my head of having his cock between them.
His hands moved to gently cup my breasts and slowly apply more pressure with his fingers.
“Are you alright?” Al asked.
I had to laugh that he asked that question with both of my breasts cupped in his slippery hands. “Is this one of your fringe benefits?” I asked.
Al smoothly and quickly replied, “Yes, but even more so with a beautiful woman like you.”
Damn, he was saying all the right things! “Thank you very much,” I said, blushing slightly.
During this part of the massage, he had focused his attention entirely on my breasts, at times lightly tracing them with his fingertips and other times squeezing as much as he could.
Al slowed to tell me, “I have a thing for white breasts and luscious ripe nipples. Hell, I have a thing for every part of a white woman. I hope you don’t mind me saying that.”
“Not at all! And can I be honest? I feel the same way about black men,” I confessed.
Al had easily perceived that I enjoyed having my breasts massaged. He started playing with my nipples to watch my lips parting, my breath deepening, and my back arching as he circled my nipples, followed by gently twisting and pinching my sensitive teats. I felt his fingers flooding my tits with pleasure, and it felt like my nipples were leaking honey for him.
He removed the remaining towels, leaving me completely naked for his eyes to ravish and enjoy. He dripped more oil on my legs, belly, and breasts. Unlike previously, he did not immediately smooth the oil everywhere before starting the massage. He avoided my pussy just to tease me.
He rubbed my legs and inner thighs. Oh, my lord, his hands felt so sensuous! Then he rubbed my belly, shoulders, arms, and finally, my breasts. He spent more time on my breasts, showing his love for my tits.
Then he poured a thin drip of oil on the top of my slit and let it run through my folds. He leaned on the side of the table with his upper leg near my hip. He lifted my arm and rested my hand on his thigh. Then he poured more oil on my breasts and continued to rub them. My nipples were still rock hard and even more sensitive each time his fingers ran across them.
I let the back of my hand lay where he placed it on his thigh. As he moved his body, I felt the mold of his cock inside his shorts, pressing against the back of my hand. It seemed incidental, but I did not move my hand away. Al then went to the opposite side of the table and did my other side the same way.
Neither of us had spoken for some time, but as he laid my arm on his leg while massaging it and my breasts, he asked, “Everything okay, Brenda?”
As he touched my hard nipple, I took a long, deep breath and asked, “Can’t you tell?”
He laughed and said, “I just had to ask.”
He stood up again and laid my arm on the table. He stood at my feet with both hands wrapped around my calf as he began to massage me again. He moved higher up my leg, still with both hands wrapped around my knee and then my thigh. He created a gap between my legs and brushed his fingers against my wet pussy.
His touch was electric, causing my hips to arch, and I sounded a soft moan from my lips.
“Try to relax,” he said, and I replied, “Okay, but it’s not easy.”
“You want me to play with your pussy, and you want me to make you cum, don’t you?”
“I have to admit that I am very aroused right now,” I answered.
“Spread your legs for me,” he said.
I did as he asked and felt a sudden fever rushing through my veins. I felt his fingers slowly moving toward my pussy. He started to lightly rub my pussy directly. It felt electric, and I let out another soft moan. His fingers rubbed up and down my pussy, very slowly and gently.
“Oh… Yesss,” I softly hissed.
I felt the warmth of his cock again pressing against the back of my hand. I didn’t move my hand, but I didn’t make an attempt to grab it either.
Al spread my pussy lips and began rubbing my clit. He slowly slid one and then two fingers inside my dripping pussy.
Oh, yes…Oh, Al, that feels good,” I moaned when his fingers slid deeper into my pussy. He stopped and held his fingers still for a moment. When he began to stroke me, I came very quickly, at least partly because of the long buildup of sexual anxiety during the massage.
Al kept his fingers deep inside me when I orgasmed. His cock had been rubbing against the back of my hand through his pants. He was hard.
“How do you feel, Brenda?” Al asked.
“Great. I really needed that release. How do you feel?” I asked.
He rubbed his hard bulge against my hand and mimicked my cliché, “Can’t you tell?” He made us both laugh.
I had to imagine how his cock looked out of its holster. He had just fingered me to orgasm, and he still had his fingers inside my juicy cunt.
Al took a moment to admire my looks and said, “I am a lucky man to massage a beautiful, fine-looking lady as you are and to make you cum. The extracurricular activity is the icing on the cake.”
Al slowly slid his fingers from my dripping hole and began a light finger massage of my entire front. I relaxed at this point and moved my legs closer together. He moved so that my hand was no longer touching his pants. It was strange that during all of this, I still had the cloth over my eyes, and the sensations of not seeing anything heightened the experience of touch.
To be candid, I thought we were finished. When Al continued the light part of the massage, where his fingertips were running all over my body, my nipples hardened, and my juices stirred once again as he touched them and traced his fingers between my thighs.
Still with the cloth over my eyes, I did not realize that he pulled down his shorts until I felt his cock slowly slid down my forearm to rest on the top of my hand. I turned my hand and held his cock. I could feel he had a big one. My fingers could barely wrap around his shaft. I stroked him a few times and removed the cloth from my eyes to look up at him.
Al had been very respectful, intelligent, gentle, and engaging. It was not surprising that he had a smile on his face when I looked up at him. After all, he was getting his black dick stroked by a beautiful, fine-looking white lady, as he called me. His cock was nine, maybe ten inches long, and very thick.
I lifted up from the table and leaned back on my elbows. Al’s big black cock extended out from his body, and when I let go of it, it landed against my belly. I looked up at Al. He had a big smile on his face as I smiled at him.
“Would you like me to suck your cock?” I asked and licked my lips.
“Oh, honey, please do,” he answered and moved closer. “Lay back.”
Al moved to the head of the table, reached his hands under my armpits, and tugged me toward him until my head hung off the edge. He rubbed the bulbous purplish-black head of his cock across my lips, and I swiped it with my tongue.
“Open wide,” he said. When I did, he slipped his cock between my lips. I closed my lips around the bulbous head as it rested between my tongue and palate.
The salty-sweet nectar of his cock was now inside my mouth, and the musky scent of his large, hairy scrotum was seductively intoxicating as it hung next to my nose. I gave to his pleasure as I started to suck him slowly at first and then with hungry abandon.
My head hanging off the edge of the table made it easy for me to take him to the back of my throat. Al moved his hips back and forth fucking my mouth. I enjoyed the experience, and I gave him an extra treat when I licked and sucked his large, black balls. Then I deep throated him. Not an easy task with a sizeable cock like his.
A few minutes of sucking his delicious cock went by before I stopped and asked, “Would you like to fuck me?”
It was as if he could not believe his luck as he quickly removed his shorts and moved to the foot of the table. He slid me down so that my wet pussy was just at the edge of the table. I watched his cock glistening with my saliva, pointing up at a high level and throbbing in the air while he pulled off his shirt.
I could barely lie still in waiting for him to put that monster cock inside me as he lifted my legs to rest on his arms. My entire body quivered when I felt him rub the head of his cock up and down my hot juicy slit as he passed between my hole and clit several times.
I felt him nudge forward, and I moaned when the head of his cock stretched the entrance of my pussy. “Oh, go slow, I softly insisted.”
Al stopped with the first inch or so of his cock inside me, giving me a moment to relax before he slid more of himself inside me. He pulled back and thrust forward several times, giving me more and more of his massive cock until he finally bottomed out with his balls resting against my ass.
He held still, deeply buried inside me for a moment, enjoying the look of ecstasy on my face. His big cock had filled me completely. Al then began to fuck me, slowly at first, and when his passion heated, he fucked me faster. And we talked, looking into each other’s eyes while we fucked.
“Oh, baby, I love having you inside me,” I said between moans.
“You have a tight pussy, Brenda,” Al said while thrusting deep inside me.
We fucked like crazy rabbits, only slowing to catch our breaths. I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life. After all the preliminaries, I thought Al would not take long to shoot his load, but he held out for nearly twenty minutes, and in that time, I achieved three more mind-boggling orgasms.
“Tell me when you’re ready to cum,” I managed to say after my last orgasm.
He said, “Now, baby!”
With a hot and hungry desire to taste the pleasure of his release, I got off the table immediately and went down on my knees to take him into my mouth. And just as quickly, Al began to pump his love juice into my mouth. His grunts blended with my hungry moans as I sucked and swallowed all that he gave me.
His semen was hot, spicy, and thick. After I swallowed his load, I continued to suck him clean. His cock still remained firm. I continued to stroke it with my hand and was rewarded with another large load that fountained all over my face and tits.
I took him back into my mouth and sucked gently. I loved the taste of Al’s semen and the feel of his magnificent cock eventually getting soft in my mouth. Al lifted me to my feet and told me how fantastic I was. I gave him the same praise in return. He grabbed a towel and wiped his cum off my face and tits. Then he gave me his card and told me to call him the next time I visit the resort.
I got dressed, and on my way out, Al kissed me and gave my ass a good squeeze with both hands. This is my story. I have not revisited the resort since then, but I still have his card.
