The Massage - An Erotic Massage Sexy Erotica Short Story by Kitty Fine
Authors: Kitty Fine
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The Massage
"Come on, Jen. Are you coming out with us tonight? It'll be fun. What are you going to do? Stay home and mope around?" pleads Anna.
"No, I'm going to stay in tonight. But don't worry about me. I'm just going to stay in and relax. I've had a long week."
She pauses and grudgingly gives in. "Well, okay. But you have to come out with us tomorrow night."
I walk over to the large glass sliding door s and admire the view. I look out at the breathtaking view of the city on the right, and at the tranquil East River view on the left . It's nice that I can afford the luxury rent on the 33rd floor in M idtown Manhattan .
"I'll think about it, Anna. I'm fine, really. I'll call you tomorrow." We say our goodbyes. I hang up the phone as I walk over to my full length mirror.
I'm tired of thinking about him. Jason and I went out for a few years after we graduated college. He moved in my apartment last year, and moved out last month.
I'm not sure if I'm ready to go out and party and hook up with other guys just yet. But I figured it was time to treat myself. So I called for a massage.
Checking myself out in the mirror, I see that all the time spent in the gym and at the beach have paid off. My light tan looks great with my toned body.
My long blond locks spill over my shoulders. I don't have a bra on underneath my light, white tank top. And I'm wearing cute little pink cotton shorts with no panties .
It's been weeks since I've had sex. And a girl ’ s got her needs.
For a second, I wonder if I have enough time to make mys elf cum before the masseuse gets here . My question is answered when I hear the doorbell ring. A little frustrated, I sigh.
I walk across my small luxury New York City apartment to answer the door. I've never gotten an at-home massage before, so I'm not sure what to expect. But after a long week of work at my demanding consulting job, I'm ready to relieve some stress.
I pull open the door and am immediately struck by his gorgeous baby blue eyes. They complement his sexy black hair and his tan, perfectly toned body. Wow.
"Oh, hi. Come on in." I smile and try to sound casual. He's carrying a portable massage table, so I assume it's him. Trying to hold back my drool, I make a mental note to call this new massage place more often.
"Thank you. I’ m Eric. You must be Jen." His baby blues light up as he shakes my hand. Ooh, a nice strong grip. I see his eyes go down for brief moment to my hard nipples poking at my white tank top.
"Where should I set up?" He flashes me a brilliant smile as he glances around my elegant, city apartment.
"Well, because of our set up, we only get good lighting from the bedroom." Damn, I gotta get used to not saying ‘we’ anymore.
He quickly sets up his portable massage table in the middle of my bedroom. I discreetly check him out while he does it.
God, he's hot. Like a young bronze god or Superman. And he's going to put his hands all over my body. I suddenly feel a stir in between my thighs. My moist panties are making me a little feisty.
"I've never done this before. So should I take off my clothes and get under the towel?"
"Uh, sure. Yeah, that's good." He peels back the small white towel as he looks away.
I quickly pull off my tank top and shorts. Carefully, I climb up on the wide massage table and lie flat on my stomach . He slowly lowers the towel to cover my bare ass.
The large sliding glass doors in the bedroom allow the pre-sunset light to shine into the apartment. The glass cover s the whole side of the wall, framing the luxury high-rise apartment building across the way.
Even in my bedroom, covered by a towel, I feel naked and on public display for my neighbors in the next building. I know one of those tenants has a telescope. I wonder if he's using it.
I hear Eric rub his hands together before they descend onto my back. His big, warm hands are covered in oil and they glide smoothly across my back, neck and shoulders. Instantly, I feel completely
"Come on, Jen. Are you coming out with us tonight? It'll be fun. What are you going to do? Stay home and mope around?" pleads Anna.
"No, I'm going to stay in tonight. But don't worry about me. I'm just going to stay in and relax. I've had a long week."
She pauses and grudgingly gives in. "Well, okay. But you have to come out with us tomorrow night."
I walk over to the large glass sliding door s and admire the view. I look out at the breathtaking view of the city on the right, and at the tranquil East River view on the left . It's nice that I can afford the luxury rent on the 33rd floor in M idtown Manhattan .
"I'll think about it, Anna. I'm fine, really. I'll call you tomorrow." We say our goodbyes. I hang up the phone as I walk over to my full length mirror.
I'm tired of thinking about him. Jason and I went out for a few years after we graduated college. He moved in my apartment last year, and moved out last month.
I'm not sure if I'm ready to go out and party and hook up with other guys just yet. But I figured it was time to treat myself. So I called for a massage.
Checking myself out in the mirror, I see that all the time spent in the gym and at the beach have paid off. My light tan looks great with my toned body.
My long blond locks spill over my shoulders. I don't have a bra on underneath my light, white tank top. And I'm wearing cute little pink cotton shorts with no panties .
It's been weeks since I've had sex. And a girl ’ s got her needs.
For a second, I wonder if I have enough time to make mys elf cum before the masseuse gets here . My question is answered when I hear the doorbell ring. A little frustrated, I sigh.
I walk across my small luxury New York City apartment to answer the door. I've never gotten an at-home massage before, so I'm not sure what to expect. But after a long week of work at my demanding consulting job, I'm ready to relieve some stress.
I pull open the door and am immediately struck by his gorgeous baby blue eyes. They complement his sexy black hair and his tan, perfectly toned body. Wow.
"Oh, hi. Come on in." I smile and try to sound casual. He's carrying a portable massage table, so I assume it's him. Trying to hold back my drool, I make a mental note to call this new massage place more often.
"Thank you. I’ m Eric. You must be Jen." His baby blues light up as he shakes my hand. Ooh, a nice strong grip. I see his eyes go down for brief moment to my hard nipples poking at my white tank top.
"Where should I set up?" He flashes me a brilliant smile as he glances around my elegant, city apartment.
"Well, because of our set up, we only get good lighting from the bedroom." Damn, I gotta get used to not saying ‘we’ anymore.
He quickly sets up his portable massage table in the middle of my bedroom. I discreetly check him out while he does it.
God, he's hot. Like a young bronze god or Superman. And he's going to put his hands all over my body. I suddenly feel a stir in between my thighs. My moist panties are making me a little feisty.
"I've never done this before. So should I take off my clothes and get under the towel?"
"Uh, sure. Yeah, that's good." He peels back the small white towel as he looks away.
I quickly pull off my tank top and shorts. Carefully, I climb up on the wide massage table and lie flat on my stomach . He slowly lowers the towel to cover my bare ass.
The large sliding glass doors in the bedroom allow the pre-sunset light to shine into the apartment. The glass cover s the whole side of the wall, framing the luxury high-rise apartment building across the way.
Even in my bedroom, covered by a towel, I feel naked and on public display for my neighbors in the next building. I know one of those tenants has a telescope. I wonder if he's using it.
I hear Eric rub his hands together before they descend onto my back. His big, warm hands are covered in oil and they glide smoothly across my back, neck and shoulders. Instantly, I feel completely
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