Holiday surpise

The Holiday Surprise

It was a wonderful holiday in Malaga with the girls – sun, rest, shopping and great food. This afternoon however, Dee found herself at a loose end. Her friends had gone off on a sightseeing tour which Dee had already done, and she really didn’t want to do it again.

She had toyed with the idea of lazing by the pool but the weather wasn’t that good today and she wondered what she could do. The idea of a massage suddenly seemed appealing. Pampering and the idea of having total relaxation seemed wonderful.

Which massage studio to go to was the issue now. She had seen several adverts in the local women’s magazine and one had caught her eye. It was a Japanese studio and it promised to bring total and thorough relaxation in beautiful ambient surroundings. Finished by a dip in the heated pool they had sounded idyllic. So, she picked up her room phone and made a booking for an hours’ time -the studio just being across the town square.

When she arrived for her appointment she was met by the young Japanese receptionist who took her through the options they offered. Feeling that she deserved a treat she opted for their full package – expensive but she felt worth it.

She was given a paper bra and panties and a scarlet kimono and shown to the changing cubicle to put the items on. It had been explained to her that the masseur today was the owner – a Japanese man. She thought what the hell – usually her masseur was female but as she was on holiday away from home she was feeling relaxed about it.

She changed quickly into the bra and panties and then slipped on the kimono making her way into the massage room. The room was dimly lit with a luscious smell of jasmine in the air, everything looking very professional with a massage table in the centre of the room. Then he stepped forward. She was surprised at his physique and his age at the same time. He was a small chubby man of she guessed about 60+ years old. He had a beaming smile on his face and he bowed low to Dee.

“welcome Madame to our humble establishment. My name is Yip and I want to ensure you have a greatly relaxing time while you are with us here. Would you be so kind as to slip off your robe please” Dee did as she was bid and stood there in her paper bra and panties. She was conscious that he was eying her up and down as she stood in front of him. Strangely she didn’t feel intimidated by this but accepted it.

“Madam would you allow me to touch you to see how tense or otherwise you are?”

Dee nodded her assent and quietly stood in the room while he circled her and then gently laid his hands on her shoulders. His touch was electric and she gasped quietly as his fingers moved down to her shoulder blades and ran them along the bones of her back. She found his touch assured and deft as he probed the vertebrae of her spine assessing her posture and weight distribution.

“I see I have a little work to do to get you totally relaxed Madame. Would you be so kind as to undress completely please?”

Normally Dee would have told him ‘no’ in no uncertain terms but she didn’t feel threatened by his request – just strangely compliant and trusting. She let her bra and panties fall to the floor and she stood there naked while he looked at her.

He wandered around in front of her taking in her body with his eyes. He reached out and circled her waist with his hands, kneading and probing with his fingers. Dee felt completely in his thrall now – she couldn’t explain what it was but she was enjoying this attention from him. The next move was his hands cupping her breasts, gently squeezing and smoothing with his fingers. Dee tried not to moan as he took both nipples between his fingers and began to pull and elongate them. His thumbs were flicking the tip of her nipples and the sense of electricity ran through her body again.

“Madame your breasts need attention and while you are with me they will certainly get that. Would you please part your legs now?”

Dee mutely complied, excited at what might follow that request. He ran his hands along the inside of her thighs, gently cupping the skin as he went, probing her thigh muscles with his fingertips. She could feel herself getting wetter with every stroke of his hands – surely, he must know that she thought.

“Thank you madame, would you kindly lay front down on the table please so I can begin the massage?”

Dee did as she was asked and she knew this was going to be a massage like no other and she knew she was nervous but incredibly excited at the same time.

He liberally oiled her body from neck to toes ensuring his hands lingered where she felt tension and expertly working his fingers into the knots and creases she didn’t realise she had.