COVID Massage [MF]

I am living in NYC and COVID hit. The first few weeks were scary. I sent my wife and kids away to Kansas to stay with her family. I stayed back because my work had gone to 80% virtual, which meant that I still had to go to work 1-2 times a week.

When the adrenaline and fear wore off, I kind of started to like it. I was staying home all day. Working when I wanted, waking up when I wanted, taking breaks when I wanted, jerking off when I wanted, and playing video games when I wanted. After 3 months in quarantine I had gotten adjusted to the bachelor life again (a luxury that I hadn’t enjoyed in over 7 years).

The wife was fine. The kids loved being at their grandparents. They were safe and I was reassured.

I am not sure how the idea came into my mind but one time I was chatting with a friend while gaming and it came up that I had never had a massage, “seriously dude? It’s like the best thing ever.”

“It looks kinda fun. But I don’t know. I never really had the opportunity…on your left… I don’t even know where to go and how much it costs.”

“Well, you probably can’t get one now cuz of COVID.” Chimed in a third guy.

“You can if you know the right people.” He sounded smug.

“Oh yeah. And you know the right people?” I asked sarcastically.

“If you want, I can hook you up.”

“Hook me up then.” I was almost challenging him.

A couple days later I got a text from him:

(212) 673-8237
Her name is Austin. I haven’t used her but I have a bud who swears by her.

I had forgotten that we talked about this whole thing at all but when I saw the number I had had a couple of beers and thought “why not?”:

Hi. I got your number from a friend for a massage. Are you available some time this week? And what are your rates?

She responded rather quickly:

Hello, thank you for reaching out. My name is Austin and I do in-house massages for men. I have a standard package, 100 for half an hour, 200 for a full hour. And I have deluxe package for 200 and 400. I accept cash only rendered before services. Because of the pandemic I will check both our temperatures before. You must wear a mask for the duration of the massage, and I will too. Everything is scrubbed down between customers. If you are interested, I have a couple of availabilities next week. Monday or Wednesday afternoons are open.

“A bit steep” I thought to myself. $400 is a lot of money for an hour. But having never had a massage before, I had no frame of reference. Maybe $400 was the standard.

Me: Very nice. Can I do the deluxe for half an hour. Wednesday at 2:30 sound ok?

Austin: Great. See you then honey. ??

To be honest. I was kind of excited. It was a new experience at a time where people were locked at home and life was on hold. I drew the money out of the ATM the next day. I was going to tell my wife but I figured she would nag about social distancing and COVID precautions. But Austin sounded like she was taking her precautions. I wouldn’t take my mask off.

On the day of, I took a long shower before. I was a little nervous. At 2:32 I got a text: Hi. This is Austin. I am here but I think you have to buzz me up.

I let her in the building and waited by the elevator. When the doors opened I helped her with the massage table.

“Sorry I am a little late.” She said as she set down the table and started to open it. “Just a little traffic.”

“Not a problem. I wasn’t waiting long.” She opened the table and asked me if I had a spare small towel. I got her one. She then started to open her bag and pulled out some little bottles and creams. I just stood back and watched. It all looked so professional. She was tall, brown hair tied in a bun. She wasn’t skinny but not what I would call “curvy” either. She wore a shirt and a light jacket that she took off when she walked in. On the bottom she had leggings and running shoes.

“Can you please microwave this for me for 12 seconds?” I realized I had been checking her out. She realized it too. I felt embarrassed. I am usually a lot more subtle than this. Maybe the months of isolation had made me rusty.

“Sure thing”. When I came back she was all set up.

“Alright. I am already.” She pointed with her hands to me. I stood there awkwardly for a few seconds until she realized that I didn’t know how to proceed. “Why don’t you get naked and lie here face down.”

“Naked?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you have a towel?”

“Umm. No. Unfortunately I didn’t bring one, but if you would like to bring one, we can use it however you want.”

“Ok.” I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a dish towel that I had sitting there. It wasn’t all that clean but I was a little frazzled.

“Alright, ready when you are…. would you like me to look away?”

“No that’s alright… if you are ok.” I started to get naked like she said. I was a little nervous. I took my shirt and shorts off and then slipped down my underwear and lay flat on the table. In that time she had pulled out a timer and set it to 30 mins. When I lay down she threw down the towel to cover up my butt.

Her hands were soft and warm on my back. Goose bumps ran down my spine at her touch. It made me realize how long it’s been since I have had human contact. That thought alone threw me for a loop. It has been months since I hugged or even shook someone’s hand. It hadn’t bothered me or even crossed my mind until this second. Her hands were soft but firm. Her touch forceful but also smooth and gentle. “You have a lot of knots in your upper back. You carry a lot of weight on your shoulders.” Her voice had become much softer, as if she was trying to lull me into a sense of surreal relaxation. “How does that feel?”

The movement was swift but effective. She directed her force at a 45 degree angle pushing down and out on my shoulder blade. Something about the exact amount of the direction of the force released something and I felt a sudden pain that took my breath momentarily and an immediate relief. As I let out my breathe I heard myself moan. “I am sorry.” It was loud. I was embarrassed.

“Don’t be. I like hearing my clients moan. Let’s me know I am doing a good job.” As she said this she did a similar motion on the other side and I moaned once again.

“This feels so good. I honestly can’t help it”.

“You are cute.” She said with a chuckle.

This made me blush a little. Luckily my face was hidden from her. I thought to myself ‘she maybe expensive but she is good’. She was very good. She had immediately put me at ease. I was relaxed. Mailable in her hands. She was manipulating muscles and joints in ways that I didn’t think possible. I thought about her fingers pushing down into my pressure points. She had seemed delicate and fragile when I saw her come out of the elevator struggling to carry her bag and the table. But her fingers were not delicate. Her grip was not fragile.

“You can turn over now if you want.” I would have done anything she asked me at the point. But when I moved my hip to turn over, I realized that I had gotten hard. I paused not sure what to do. She lifted up the towel exposing my butt. I didn’t know what to do but before I could think she said, “come on, let’s see it.”

“See what?” I thought to myself. “Does she know?” I felt myself shift around. I reached out with my hand and covered my dick and balls with my hand and forearm as I flipped over. When I was flat on my back I looked at Austin and our eyes met.

“Don’t be shy, you can move your hands.” I mindlessly complied. My hard cock laid flopped back on my stomach. She looked at. “We will get back to that later.” She covered it up with the towel again but it’s outline remained visible under the tenting towel. She reached over and got more oil and started to massage my thigh.

‘Later’ what did she mean by ‘later?’ I thought to myself momentarily but as soon as she started to massage my thigh, I felt moans against escape my lungs. I was once again lost in her hands. She worked my thighs for only a few seconds and then moved up to my pecs and arms. I had never been someone who was muscular or “jacked”. I used to work out when I was young but since getting married and having kids, I had only stepped into a gym maybe once or twice. And even though I hadn’t gained weight uncontrollably, owing to my low appetite and business at work, I had cultivated a respectable “dad bod”; talk with wide shoulders and small gut that could be concealed in the right attire.

However, I was now naked in front of Austin. She saw all of me. Had her hands all over me. She massaged my chest. I felt her touch in my ribcage. I felt my lungs open up and take in more air under her hands. She then grabbed my left hand and told me to grab her shoulder. I rested my palm as she told me. Only the thin fabric of her shirt stood between her skin and my hand. With my hand on her shoulder she massaged my arms and forearms. My muscles turned to jelly in her grip. I could barely hold my hand up anymore. She held my arm and rested down by my side and moved on to my other arm. I quietly moaned.

She then moved to my thighs. “Your quads are tense.” Her voice came at me from a distant place as my eyes remained closed. I was going to respond and say something but her touch elicited a moan that replaced my words in my throat. She used both her hands to grab my thigh and rolled her palms from the knee up.. all the way up. She brushed against the skin on my scrotum every time. I didn’t care. She was doing what she was doing intentionally. I just went with it. Every time she touched my scrotum, my cock twitched under the tented towel. She alternated thighs and with every switch, the towel shifted. ‘If she wants to replace it, she will’ I thought, or at least that’s what I thought I thought. I was lost.

She stopped for few seconds and I heard her reach for the bottle of oil. My eyes were closed at the point and I didn’t want to open them. In a second I felt a gentle breeze on my cock, she had removed the towel. I didn’t react. I didn’t want to. I didn’t care. With warm and oily hands I felt her delicate strong fingers grab my cock. I moaned. I heard her moan a little too.

She was gentle. She caressed the shaft slightly with 2 fingers on her hand. It sent shivers down my spine. She then took my cock in her palm and with her thumb caressed the head at the crease. He applied the exact amount of pressure and slowly rubbed up and down. She did this for a few seconds more. Then I felt the fingers of her other hand grab my balls gently. Her other hand now gripped my shaft and was stroking it. She focused her thumb at the bottom of the head at the most sensitive part. Her other hand gently caressing my balls.

I felt pleasure in waves. Not all at once. I felt myself get close and my lungs opening and at that she would slow down, just enough to bring me back. Fuck she was good. Another wave would come on and I would rise with it and she would slow down just enough to hold me back from cumming. She was totally in control. She did this 3 or 4 times. Every time bringing me to the edge and slowly easing me back.

She stopped again to get more oil. I felt withdrawals as she loosen her grip momentarily. When she came back I felt genuine joy. “I want you to cum for me now.” Her voice was gentle and commanding. I had nothing to say but my body was already following her orders. She continued to grip my cock with one hand and caress my balls with the other. I felt the wave come on, I felt my lungs fill with air and my back arch slightly. The wave climaxed. I was finally cumming. As I came I felt her finger slightly push against the bottom of my balls. I felt myself spew and explode. The climax lasted for at least a minute of intense pleasure and then the wave subsided.

It took me a minute to catch my breathe and open my eyes. When I did, I heard a quite alarm. It had been 30 minutes. Austin was standing over me, hand resting on my thigh. She wasn’t making eye contact but she looked proud of her work. She turned away and grabbed the towel to wipe her hand and then started to pack her creams and oils in her bag.

It took me seconds to realize what really just happened and why she had cost what she cost. “You should take a nice warm bath and then just do something relaxing for the rest of the day. If I did a good job then you will feel a little sore tomorrow especially in your arms. You were really tight there.”

“Thank you”

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