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My First Massage

29th August 2008

By MELANY KARRMICHAEL

My best friend Annabel recently told me about her very first massage. It took two bottles of good red wine to loosen her tongue and even then she found it hard to talk about the night that changed her life forever. She hadn't even finished her interview at the massage parlour when she was introduced to a lovely businessman named David. A few minutes later she surprised herself by agreeing to take him through to one of the massage cubicles. The whole situation was completely surreal and yet she felt as if she'd already done it a thousand times before.

She closed and locked the door behind them and when she turned around he'd already taken his shirt off. It was the middle of summer and it was stifling inside the small cubicle. She spread a towel over the massage table and slowly started to unbutton her blouse. Her hands were shaking so much that she had problems undoing the tiny buttons, but there was no turning back. The radio was playing in the background and she desperately tried to focus on the song rather than what she was about to do.

David was now completely naked and lying face down on the table. Grateful that she didn't have to look him in the eye, she reached for a bottle of oil and squirting it liberally over his upper body, started to give her very first massage. It wasn't a professional massage, but it was definitely sensual and it actually felt rather nice running her hands up and down the length of his back and over his shoulders. She could tell that he was enjoying it and encouraged by his reaction, decided to extend the massage to his lower body. Starting at his feet, she briefly massaged his legs before moving up to his buttocks and moaning quietly, he started to push himself up against her hands.

Amazingly enough, the more intimate the massage got, the more her embarrassment seemed to fade and it wasn't long before she asked him if he wanted to roll over. She took this opportunity to slip out of her skirt and straightening up was confronted with his fully erect penis. Thankful that the room was only lit by the small bedside lamp, she decided to ignore this for the time being and focused on his chest and arms instead. He in turn reached over and gingerly brushed his hand over her breasts and across her hips. Still wearing her underwear, she was determined not to make it easy for him and before he had a chance to go any further, wrapped her hands firmly around his manhood and did what came naturally. It was all over in a matter of minutes and she couldn't believe how easy it had been.

After they'd got dressed, they simply perched on the edge of the table and carried on chatting like nothing had happened. She said that it wasn't that different from being with a boyfriend and remembered thinking with a grin that in some ways it was actually better. At least she didn't have to worry whether or not he'd still respect her in the morning or if he'd ever call again. They'd both got what they wanted and that was the end of that. Soaking in a hot bath when she got home, Annabel waited for the feelings of guilt or shame to come, but they never did. I had no idea what massage parlours were like until I met Annabel and almost envy all the erotic experiences she must have had. Maybe I should consider a change of career?