Late Night Pleasures

Sexual Sensations

I walked into the pristine clean room. The floors were of black granite tiles and two beautiful brown sofas sat off to one corner I could see the naughty magazines pulled up on the beautiful deep brown, wood framed glass coffee table. The walls were a cream colour adorned with a large flat-screen tv and a few exotic beach type painting were scattered amongst the room. I took in a deep breath in through my nose of the ocean smelling aroma and let the natural sounds of the calming ocean sooth the tight knots forming in my stomach and the excitement between my legs.

Breathe, I told myself in a continual pattern as I approached the stunning yet most professionally presented woman I had ever met behind a counter matching the rest of the relaxed room. This was not my idea. I can't say that I didn't warm to the thought though, it was definitely something worth trying as quoted by Layla, my best friend since high school. She was the one who had sought the place out and had her little taste only to convince me to fork out $80 for the most amazing massage in the world. Not any ordinary massage either.

The woman with dazzling blue eyes and a warming smile greeted me, "hello, how may I help? Looking for a booking?"

"Oh no I booked in a session for 12pm under the name Rosie," I replied nervously and bit my lip. This was probably her source of entertainment watching all the newcomers fretting over what to exactly expect in these intimate costly sessions.

She showed no expression other then welcoming as she continued, "ah yes! My mistake, sorry. I'll just got through all the basics with you."

I nodded as she then tapped away at her computer behind the counter and I could hear the printer go off below her, "okay Rosie. So you have been booked in at 12pm for an $80 sexual sensation session of 45 minutes. If there are any problems or queries be happy to talk to me or your male masseuse we are here for your pleasure." She then pulled out a collection of papers that had printed from below her desk with a black pen, "here are all the terms and conditions of your appointment. You will need to sign at the bottom of each of the five pages and supply me with your ID before you go into the session there's a seat over there," she finished and pointed at the sofas I had spotted walking in.

I walked over and filled out and read all the papers with shaky hands as well as pulling out my drivers licence. As I read what exactly my male masseuse would be doing with me I could feel the insides of my legs tingle with excitement, I can't believe I'm doing this.

I passed my papers and ID to her before she gave me confirmation and I was ushered into another room where she had told me to remove all clothes and place on a silky blood red dressing gown. The silk feel against my naked skin sent every nerve in my body into over drive. I then took in my surroundings the room was white, from the white tiles floors, to the white walls and ceiling. There was a masseuse bed in the centre of the room and a table off to the side which I could see was presented with a various selection of oils. There were many candles places around the room all the same colour red and scent setting the scene oh so well.

There was a towel the same colour as my dressing gown folded neatly at the end of the bed and at the head of the bed was a soft white cushion which I presume I were to lay my head on it. The lights suddenly dimmed until majority of the light source was coming from the surrounding candles.

I breathed out sharply as the door behind me clicked open and then closed presenting me with the most beautiful man I had ever laid my eyes upon. He had light brown sun-kissed hair that was just long enough to brush the top of his eyebrows and his piercing turquoise eyes that reminded me of the beaches in the paintings presented in the previous room. He nose was straight accompanied by full, pink lips and a jaw that seemed to be set out of stone. He was wearing a white button down shirt exposing his chiseled abs and beautiful shaped lines on his hips that pointed downwards.. My legs trembled a little. He was wearing white pants to my disappointment.