My Masseuse

(Part 1 from 2)

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Damn my back was killing me. Working on cars, and the concrete floor all day didn’t exactly help. So on my way home I called my good friend Angie who was a hairdresser by trade, but gave some hellacious body massages.

“Angie hun, can you do me a big favor? My back is killing me and I was wondering if you could come over tonight and give me one of your wonderful massages. I will pay you whatever it takes.”

“Ok Jon. You don’t owe me anything, but a good home cooked meal would do,” she laughed back.

“No problem. Dinner will be ready about 6:30. Thanks Angie.”


Angie got to my apartment around 6:15 with her massage oils while I was still cooking dinner. I gave her a big hug and fixed her a big glass of ice tea. I am a single white male who has basically kept to myself most of my life. I do have some friends but not many. I had known Angie for years and she is one of my closest friends. But many people didn’t like our friendship. A combination of living in the Deep South and her being black are the biggest contributors to that. 

Angie is tall, standing at about 6’1”, weighs in at about 165, and is 29 years old. She has a very beautiful angelic face and long, straight, shiny brown hair that reminds me of silk She also has some nice, long shapely legs. But what stands out about her the most, which she hides with baggy clothes, are her DD tits that do not sag at all. She doesn’t have a model figure, but she still looks good. She works out during her spare time so she keeps herself in good shape. 

My name is Jon and I stand flat-footed at 6’6”, weigh in at 250, and am 31. I am not the drop dead gorgeous Hollywood type, but at times my looks do drop me into a deep depression. I have black hair and black unreadable eyes, but I have a scar that goes from my left ear to the corner of my mouth. This I received from a motorcycle accident a few years back. I haven’t been on a date since then because it drove most people away. I try to keep myself in shape also, but a nagging back injury has been bothering me off and on for about a month. I finally got tired of it when I called Angie.

I fixed her some boneless chicken breast and egg noodles with mustard sauce and carrots. We talked of small things while we ate and then she helped me with dishes. Angie decided the best place to give me the massage would be on my bed, so I took my shirt off and laid face down on the bed.

“You know Jon you look pretty tense. What you need is a full body massage. Go ahead and get completely undressed and cover yourself with a towel. Yell, when you are ready.” Angie then left the room. 

She had never asked me to do this before so I thought about it for a few seconds and then got undressed. Once I was laying face down again with a towel covering my ass I called for Angie.

When she came back in she turned the light off so the room was plunged into darkness except for the lights coming in from outside. I turned to say something to her, but she spoke before I did.

“You can relax better with the light off.”

I just closed my eyes and lay there. 

When the bed sagged I knew that she had gotten on. Then I felt the warm oil on my back and breathed a sigh of relief. Angie started working the oil into my back and working on my hard muscles trying to loosen them up. She worked from my neck down to my waist and back up again a few times. She kept this up for about 15 minutes and then I felt her hands on my right leg. She worked from the back of my thighs down to my feet and toes and back. Each time that she came up she would get closer and closer to my ass. After another 15 minutes she went to the left leg. She worked this one the same way and kept getting closer to my ass. When she got done with the left leg she pulled the towel off of me.

“Angie!” I tried to protest.

“I told you to relax, so relax.”

I was going to say something else, but felt some oil being poured on my ass cheeks and Angie started to massage them. I was a little tense at first but started to relax again. This was starting to feel real good. She was really working my ass now and every now and then she would run her fingers down my crack. Angie moved my legs apart a little bit and was actually kneading my balls lightly. She had never done this before and I was starting to get turned on. My dick was between the mattress and my stomach and I could start feeling it getting hard. 

“Turn over Jon.”

“Angie, I ....”

“Turn over Jon.”

“I need the towel.”

“You will not need the towel. Just turn over.”

I slowly turned over on my back. I could see from the light outside that Angie was as naked as the day she was born. Damn she looked good. My dick got even harder.

I went to reach for her tits and dark brown, silver dollar size tips. She slapped my hands away.

“You are supposed to be relaxing.”

“How can I relax when I have a naked goddess like you in front of me.”

Angie straddled my legs and poured some more oil on my chest. She started to work on my chest and talking at the same time.

“I am no goddess. My tits are too big and the only reason I go to the gym is because I’m too fat.”

“You are not fat. You are a very beautiful person.”

“Don’t joke like that Jon. You know I don’t like it and I am not beautiful.”

“I am not joking. You are a beautiful person. I am ugly. Just look at this damn scar that I have. I can rent this face out to scare kids. I will say again, you are a very beautiful person.”

Neither one of us said anything for a while, and then Angie started to work on the front of my legs. Again she started to work on my nuts and massaged them. My dick that had started to go flaccid got hard again. Angie started to focus more on my nuts and dick. While her left hand was massaging my balls, her right took hold of my dick and slowly started to stroke it. I couldn’t help myself and let out a soft moan. Angie’s touch was very soft and she worked very slow. Next thing I knew she bent over and took the head of my dick into her mouth. 

“Oh my god,” I managed to moan.

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