I [F] give a happy ending to a young virgin [M]

It was a couple years ago. I had just checked into my shift, with no appointments so far in the day. I hung out in the lounge in the front of the parlor, leaning back in a chair reading a magazine, in my usual “uniform” of a tank top, shorts and bare feet while two of my colleagues chatted it up with the owner.

A young man entered the room. He walked up to the desk where the owner sat.
“Uh, hello. I’d like a massage. Anyone available?”

“Absolutely!” said the owner, and she motioned to the three of us in the room. “How long and who would you like?”

He looked around and paused. “The one in the blue tank top.” he muttered. I heard it. He chose me.

I jumped up. “Alright!” I called out. “I’m *my name*” and I’ll meet you in room 1. The owner rung him up and IDed him. We had an obviously minimum age of 18…and he did look quite young.

I met him in the room a few minutes later. I asked for his ID again. Sure enough he was 18. Just turned it two months earlier. He had to still be in high school. I went over the standard questions of what sort of pressure he’d like, any areas he’d want me to work on, to which he nervously just kept saying things like “standard” and then the big question: if he was an interested in an upsell for lingerie, topless or nude.

He paused for a minute. “Topless” he replied. I quoted the price and he took out his wallet and handed me the appropriate number of bills.

I told him I was going to leave a bit to get ready. In the meantime he could take a shower in the attached bathroom. I pointed to the towels on the desk over there and said “Those are for draping, but it’s not required.”

I went to the prep room. Got my oils heated and ready, undressed completely, switching my panties for a thong and then put on a bathrobe and marched back to that room. The door was closed as I left it, and I knocked. “You can come in” I heard a strained nervous voice.

I marched inside to see him freshly showered laying facedown on the table. He had declined the draping. I removed the bathrobe setting it on a hanger and walked over. His eyes and head rose up and pointed straight at my boobs. His expression remained blank.

I observed his body. Standard scrawny 18-year old. Very pale. Nice dark hair. Weak arms and legs, and some acne on his back. But I got a little turned on once my eyes moved to ass. Damn if it was that great now, imagine what a couple years would do. Chiseled, and prominent.

I started the massage. Standard stuff, but I could feel the tension in his muscles. His nervousness overwhelmed him. I kept asking him to relax.

“I’m sorry” he replied, “this is just so weird. You’re the first person I’ve ever seen almost naked in person. I’ve actually never seen a bare set of boobs before outside of a screen or paper.”

“So as you can guess…I’m a virgin…he said with a declining tone.”

I smiled. “That’s perfectly fine. You’re young. I was still a virgin at your age too.”

“Seriously?” he remarked, tone picking up a bit.

“Yep, I didn’t have sex until I was 20.” I remarked as rolled my oil lathered hands down his back.

“A beautiful girl like you? Did you intentionally wait?”

I blushed a bit and chuckled. “I’d be embarrassed if you saw my senior photo. You’re seeing me now minus the braces, acne, and after I got in shape and lost some pounds. But I could’ve had sex if I really wanted to, I was just kind of scared and didn’t want to deal with the guys at my high school. It took me a couple years of college to finally open up.” I was now rubbing his buttocks, and gently letting my fingers rub the bits of his penis that stuck out under his body.

He seemed to relax a bit. “I’m just embarrassed to even be doing this. I got a ton of money in gifts for my 18th birthday, but it was two months ago. It took awhile for me to build up the nerve to come to this place. I’ve never had a girlfriend, never been on a date….I’m just so shy.” His voice cracked a bit. “How old are you?”

“I’m 28” I remarked as started rubbing one of his calves.

He seemed a bit shocked. “Wow I thought you were younger. I was hoping there’d be a college age girl, someone not so intimidating. Not that you aren’t beautiful, it’s just that you’re so much more experienced.”

I smiled. “It’s OK, all the girls here will treat you well. I’m actually the young one on staff now. One of the ladies out there now just turned 30 and the other is old enough to be your mother. They’d treat you just as well and non-judgmentally” I said with a smile. I asked him if he wanted me to work his feet. He said he did, and I started to move my oily fingers around his sole and through his toes.

“I hope I at least have a nice ass” he said with a chuckle. I chuckled too. “Absolutely! I love it!” I remarked. I thought he probably thinks I’m just saying this to make him feel good, but it was very true. I chuckled again and lightly spanked one of his cheeks and then started a rub again. The tension I felt before in his clenched ass was melting a bit. I did some light touch over and over for a few minutes.

“This is the best part of your body to have massaged” I explained. “I’d never get a massage that didn’t involve my butt. It’s got more nerve endings than any other part of the body. This is literally the only part of the body I’ve never had someone ask me to not touch.” I said with a brief laugh. He was totally relaxing. I then walked up to his head facing downward and whispered in his ear: “You can flip over.”

He hesitated, and then nervously began to flip on his side, paused a bit and then finally laid down and positioned himself. I now had a full clear view of his penis, and unsurprisingly it was rock hard. He was circumcised, and didn’t shave or groom in that area clearly, but it was also of a very nice above average size. He now had his eyes open and fixated on my boobs once again. I announced I was going to grab another bottle of oil and walked off to the side in full view of him and then generously bent over to pick it up, making sure my thong-clad ass was in his direct sight. I owned him such a view. When I walked back, he had a bit of a smile on his face.

I began with his neck, and then down to his chest. I could feel the tension again. He clearly wasn’t used to this and having this sort of attention from a woman. So I opted to my favorite method of calming down a man…on a whim, I lightly brushed some fingers against his ballsack. A very soft one, and one that I enjoyed the touch of. While I rubbed and squeezed that with one hand and rubbed his chest with the other I could feel the tension soothe and drop. I walked to his side and began to rub his chest some more and one of his hands “accidentally” brushed on my thigh.

“Oh, sorry” he said pulling it away. I could feel the stress and tension returning. He had pushed too far and was scared again.

I simply smiled. I picked up his arm and positioned it behind me. Getting the hint, he placed it on my back. I then picked it up again and scooted it down, onto my ass. “Rub gently” I said with a smile, and could feel his warm hand in circular motions while he had the biggest smile on his face I’ve seen yet. After working on his chest some more, I gave the ballsack a few more squeezes. He smiled again even as I moved out of reach to work on his legs.

He began to moan in pleasure again. After completing one leg and moving to the other I piped up again.

“Trust me on this, I’m the expert. I’ve seen hundreds of penises and see dozens each week. You’re a big guy. Don’t feel ashamed or embarrassed.”

“You mean it?” he said hopefully.

“Yes. You’re well above average. And I have little doubt that one day you will greatly please a lady with this.” I laughed outright as I squeezed the sack. Then I could feel his eyes follow me and my ass as I walked to the sink and filled up two plastic cups.

“I’m about to finish you off. This could get pretty intense. So please relax your whole body.” I offered him the cup. “Do you want a sip?”

He nodded and I put it before him and him drank a bit in. I then pointed to my thong and asked “Would you like to see it come down?” He nodded furiously.

I smiled. “OK. The rule here is look, don’t touch, OK?” And then slide it slightly down my legs. He stared at the kitty, the first one he had ever seen in his life in person. I grabbed my cup and downed the water, before gently and slowly pulling the thong up. He definitely soaked in that view. I grabbed a squirting bottle of oil and poured some on the penis, like mustard on a hot dog. I then took one hand grabbed it. “OK” I said with a huge smile. “This is it.” And I began to move one hand over the penis up and down rapidly, while the other squeezed and rubbed his ballsack some more.

He started shaking. I could see his arms shake, and his feet kicked in the air. He moaned and his head started throbbing back and forth a bit. I upped the tempo gradually, using my standard technique. The shaking got stronger and stronger. Eventually it looked like he was having a seizure. And then he came. It sprayed everywhere. All over his chest. More and more hot come just kept squirting out until his chest was just full of it. His moaning gradually came to a halt.

I grabbed a warm wet towel and mopped up his groin, cleaning up the lotion, and then his chest. He finally got a drape as I positioned the towel over his groin. I grabbed another towel and cleaned my hands, and then began to gently rub his thigh, while stroking his hair with my other one. “Close your eyes and just relax” I advised as the strokes continued. He abided. The massive tension and excitement slowly came down. I used my towel to mop up his arms and legs, cleaning the oil off his body. After a bit I asked him to flip back over again and I mopped again on the backside, cleaning his back, his butt cheeks and a little bit in between them. And yes, I dabbed at his throbbing cock between his legs and thighs cleaning all that oil off.

I put my robe back on and told him it was done. He could get dressed and then meet me out front and give me any tip if he was interested. I walked back to the prep room to get dressed.

I met him outside in the lobby after a bit. I think he took his time getting dressed, but couldn’t blame him. He walked out with a huge smile on his face, and gave me a big hug, before also handing me his tip. A nice sized one too. He thanked me, and then hugged again, this time with me wrapping my arms around him and squeezing tight.

As he walked out of the door, it hit me of how big of a role I played in that young man’s life, and that he’ll probably never forget me.

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