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Published at 5:14pm
Published on 9/5/08
Own This City
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The night started out badly. I’d ditched an ex-boyfriend only to be stood up in turn by the girl I had a thing for. I was headed home, three margaritas into what promised to be a long, lonely evening, when a Chinese woman in the doorway of a Lower East Side massage parlor offered a good deal as I walked by: a 25-minute massage for $20. It was either that or sit in my apartment dwelling on the fact that I’d been played. Deal.
She led me to a massage table, drew a curtain enclosing the space and left. Unsure of protocol, I stripped down to my underwear, folded my clothes in a pile and lay facedown on the table. A middle-aged Chinese man with a paunch (wearing khakis and sandals) came in and went to work on my back with his hands, fists and elbows. I groaned as a knot under my shoulder blade crackled. He kneaded my leg muscles, working his way up. When he reached my ass, he slipped his hands under my underwear and, as he slid them off, asked “Okay?”
I muttered an affirmative.
He delved into my ass crack, spreading the cheeks as he massaged them, getting closer and closer to my…whoa! Yup, he was rubbing my labia. And with my eyes closed very tight, it felt…like I didn’t want it to stop.
He told me to roll over, then massaged my breasts with one hand while his other worked on my inner thighs, making circles that moved steadily upward. And just like that, he was fingering me, sliding one finger, then two, in and out of my vagina, rubbing my clit with his thumb. His index and middle fingers worked inside me: slow around the curves, then accelerating, teasing. His thumb traced circles on my clit, and alternated pressure in unison with the speed of his pumping fingers.
My breathing got fast, faster, then slowed as he pulled back. I sucked through my teeth in frustration—there was no longer any hesitation on my side: I wanted to come. I took a deep breath, preparing to stifle the rising moan, when he stopped. Did I want more time? he asked.
Now that I was back in reality, looking down at the middle-aged man’s hand in my vagina, it was over. I shook my head no. “Five more minutes, upstairs—free?”
Uh-uh. I gave him a twenty and booked it home.
Jamie says:
In the interest of gender equality, I’m all for happy endings for females. But while you’re waiting for the big finale, don’t forget to enjoy the best part: the massage itself. After all, you can always find a willing hand (even if it’s your own) to jack you off; what’s really rare is getting a nice hamstring rubdown.
Morgan
Wed, Sep 03, at 09:26am
No way I'd let someone I don't know and I'm not attracted to finger me. Gross. But it would be good for people who actually know how to give manual stimulation to give lessons, because there are TOO MANY guy who have no idea.
American Girl
Mon, Aug 11, at 01:06pm
I don't think I could come in front of a complete stranger either. But the more foreign the person the easier. Does that make sense?
yellow
Mon, Aug 04, at 10:46am
i actually enjoyed reading this. u strike me as a very open person who knows what u want but knows her limits as to getting it. bravo well done
Chris from Poland
Sat, May 17, at 02:57am
I want too a happy ending of penis massage.
Chris from Poland
The best regards from Poland.
Crazy
Sat, May 17, at 02:55am
I want too a happy ending of penis massage.
iMnoPro
Sat, Jan 19, at 01:45pm
Table Shower just indicates that they will clean your entire body except your head with soap and water, while you're on a table. Hand Job is not necessarily included.
Gregory
Wed, Oct 03, 07, at 6:49pm
This is probably the most frustratingly believable experience that I've encountered. How many of us fantasize about giving a sensuous massage to an attractive gal? And I'm actually someone who would naturally respect her limits and at be so ecstatic with giving her such pleasure. I'm dying here just thinking about her experience. If only I had the opportunity!
