Where Juanita's Massage Was Leading

I was catching on quickly to what Juanita seemed to be expecting, or this would prove another of what was playing out to be some of the most erotic moments of my short thirty years; either way, I loved laying on my masseur’s massage table, completely naked, the Jamaica-born seventy-year-old once again having thrown my sheet off and “Mmming” to the sight of my bare ass under her.
Sure, I was well acquainted with the modern-day ‘rub-and-tub,’ but this older woman with the flawless café-au-lait colored skin and sparkling blue eyes was an actual masseur, well known around my tri-state environs, and recommended to me via my aunt who was both Juanita’s friend and one of her many clients. How I happened to be laying once again under the lady’s long strong fingers kneading my warming ass cheeks, all sense of ‘draping’ gone the way of the sheet on the floor, I really had no idea. But in the past six months of seeing this woman, during our last three times, she had simply thrown the sheet off my back and ass and took to really taking to my bared little hairy ass.
You can bet I had increased the frequency of my appointments to where I was now enjoying my fourth visit in a month with my masseur.
“Stay as still as you can,” Juanita repeated what she had now told me the past three times when working my flesh, treating each quivering cheek so lovingly, as much massaging my glute muscle as tickling and teasing my skin with her strong attention.
“It adds to the pleasure of the tease for us both,” she added from her well-worn litany.
Yes, all sense of traipsing over propriety, any ‘is-she-really-taking-the-liberties-I-think-she-is-taking?’ was long past. We were fully invested in our whatever-the-hell-this-naughty-play-was, both seeming to be enjoying fully that pleasure of the tease she was talking about. The past three times, starting the massage this way, then commencing with what Juanita had first delivered to me—a good solid release of my back, shoulder, hands, and backs of my thigh muscles—the lady would then come to the head the table, both of us seemingly too aroused to speak at the end of all the touching, I’d lift my face from the donut opening, she’d kneel, lean in, kiss my lips…then stand and leave the room.
It was all I could do to not hump the table each time to bring myself off, as it was not to hump the table then for all I was worth.
Sure, the tease was fevered-edge exquisite, but the difference in our ages, the fact that she knew my aunt so well, and was an actual real masseur I assumed kept Juanita skirting our edge. How and why she had prompted this new wrinkle to our relationship, or whether she did this with every young man who came to her, I had no idea. I was just glad to hear each time that she felt as teased as I was and that I could enjoy such an uptick in her attention.
But I couldn’t help but feel my balls aching to near bursting and feared how much longer I could hold out without eventually just letting go, giving forth a handful of hip pistons and coming. And when I really considered it, as I hadn’t really had before, the tall lady was stunning, no matter what age, and I would surely have liked to get my hands on Juanita’s rather high firm bust if nothing else.
If we got beyond these ass massages, that is.
“If you’re like me, I am sure you are masturbating thinking about these little sessions,” she offered.
I was more than surprised at this first-time admission and how close to exactly what I did when I left here it was. It was also the first time ever, the lady behind me placed a hand on my cheeks and spread my ass.
I couldn’t help myself; I began to hump the table then.
“Settle, settle.”
I did manage to at least calm myself to a simple deep quiver as Juanita continued to massage my spread ass, taunting me as she did so.
“Let’s increase the tease for us both, no?”
Letting go of me, Juanita stepped away from the table and I gave forth a grunt…and yes, a good pelvis pump downward she didn’t remark on.
I didn’t have to lift my head to sense where the lady had stepped and turned to. I knew she had a table at the right of my feet where she kept oil heated to a comfortable warmth in a tiny crock pot. Juanita would often step back, squirt a dollop of oil into her palms then attend to me. But I didn’t hear the usual sounds of her doing this, instead, I heard the buzz of what I instantly knew was a vibrator she had set to life.
“Try to hold this as long as you can,’ I heard her say and before I knew it, she was back at my ass, pulling my right cheek to the side and inserting what felt like a little cool wet bullet into my ass.
I couldn’t help it; I rose up on all fours, while somehow managing not to expel the tiny vibe. This wasn’t the first time I had something inserting anally while in the throes of some sexual play and the vibe was small, sufficiently lubed, and set on just a low thrum setting. Still, I was shocked, aroused, and surely about ready to burst.
I became even more so when the lady reached under me and began pulling the head of my cock down at the table.
“Good, very good,” she said keeping up her ardent tugging as I arched and moaned. “Good, good.
We were surely well past just ass-massaging now.
“Just a drip sweet man, just a drip,” she said as I felt myself rising, roiling, getting to that place where I knew I was about to lose myself to a glorious, long-in-coming, come. “Beyond our tease, I can only ever allow you a drop or two.”
“Oh God, God,” I said starting to shutter. The vibe seemed to have slipped a little deeper up me and I knew one or two more downward strokes of the lady’s hand I was going to release quite a bit more come than she was requesting.
“Only a couple of drops sweet man, obey me,” she said and just as I began to feel the last strain of my impending orgasm against my rising balls, the vibration up my ass, the electric skittle across my cock head under Juanita’s expert encircling fingers, she took her hand off me and what I had to assume were two or three droplets of come made their way out my cock to tickle the spot of the sheet between my legs.
“Mmm, that’s good, just that. Just that,” the lady said, the hand she had been jerking me cupping my balls then, the other hand working the vibe out of my ass.
“Now, get dressed sweet man,” Juanita said stepping back.
I watched her broad back, high ass, and bent head as the lady stepped back to her table to place the vibe where it had been…where I hadn’t seen it when I first walked into the room.
I somehow managed to sit, facing her, my erection popping in my lap.
“If you can keep from coming until our next appointment,” she said, turning to step and smile wide at me. I spread my legs hoping she’d look at my purple dick, touch it, maybe even…“I promise I will do exactly what I just did again, milk out a few drops.”
“Oh God, Juanita, I…”
“I know it is a tease, a great tease, for me too. It feels good, no? Turns me on as much as you. Feels good not to give it all. To save so you are always at the ready.”
I guess it did…in a way. And to know it turned this woman on to control me like this, that knowledge felt good too. But to keep from jerking off until I saw her next was an impossibility.
Wasn’t it?
Damn, I had to make my new appointment with this woman soon!