The Love Of Money - Episode 142
29-07-25 (16:32)
"Fuck yes," I said.
I glanced behind me at Chloe. She pointed to her left
and said, "I'm one room over." She glanced inside and
spied a door. "I'll need to unlock that door to make sure
I have access to your room." I nodded and let her come
in as I made my way over to Shea.
The flight attendant/masseuse gestured to a bathroom.
"I'm going to wash my hands and get some hot water.
If you would, go ahead and get undressed and get on
the bed, and we can get started."
She disappeared into the bathroom, shutting the door
behind her. I glanced at Chloe who gave me a small,
amused smile as she popped open the door. There was
another door on the other side supposedly leading to
her room. She shut it, leaving it cracked open, and then
headed back toward the room's front door, stopping in
the doorway to look back at me.
"Enjoy yourself," she said, repeating Erin's words with a
knowing smile. Then she shut the door behind her.
I slipped off my clothes and laid face down on the
massage table, insert ing my face in the face hole.
About a minute later, the door opened and I heard
Shea call out, "Are you ready?"
"Yep," I called back.
I heard her approach, and a moment later I felt warm
oil drizzle across my back. Then she proved her dainty
hands were much stronger than they looked as she dug
her fingers into my rhomboids. The effects were
immediate, and I felt like I was going to melt into a
puddle as every touch from her seemed to unravel
years of tension. Holy shit! This was the best massage
I'd ever experienced. Where had Erin found this
woman?
"Oh god.." I groaned.
"Hmmm," she hummed, "I'm glad you like it."
We spent the next twenty minutes in silence as she
worked, broken by occasional bits of dialog. She asked
me where' I was from, what I liked and didn't like in a
massage, what sort of relationship I had with the other
ladies, and what I was doing in Nevada. Something
about her tone, touch, and overall aura comforted and
relaxed me, and I discovered that I could lower my
guard around her in minutes. This woman made me
feel safe-not in a 'physical danger' sort of way, but in a
more existential,
transcendent way. I answered all her questions without
holding much back, and she accepted then with grace
and dignity, following up with appropriate comments
and further questions. It was one of the easiest
conversations I'd ever had, and the moments not filled
with talk felt completely relaxing. Not to mention the
massage itself, aside from a burning sensation just
under my neck quickly melting away under her touch
and a brief, sharp pain near my hip that she soothed
away, the massage was one of the best experiences of
my life.
Her hands eventually left my body after giving my
back, ass, neck legs, shoulders, and feet a rigorous
massage. "Alright. Turn over and I'll get your front," she
said.
hesitated. She hadn't placed a towel over my ass, so I
wasn't sure if I should expect a towel to be draped
across my crotch. Still.... she'd asked me to turn over,
and she was the expert.
I rolled over and received a shock.
Shea was as nude as me. She stood next to me with a
towel in her hand, wiping her fingers clean of oil
residue. Tossing it on the small table holding a bowl,
she dipped her fingers in it, coating them in fresh oil.
She seemed completely unphased by the half- hard
dick laying flat on my stomach. She did give me an
amused smile when she caught me glancing at her
twice.
I couldn't help it, I thought she was gorgeous before,
but this was something else entirely. She was one of
the shortest women I'd ever seen in the nude, standing
at five feet tall. She had a flat stomach with subtle
abdominal muscles emphasized by the fact that her
body was coated in oil that emphasized every curve
and muscle in her body. She wasn't quite as slender as
Erin, but she wasn't far off from that, with a dancer's
build and tone that suggested she worked out
religiously. C-cup breasts graced her chest, looking
larger than they normally would on her petite frame.
Her skin was nearly the shade of Erin's, but her facial
features were more exotic, heavily influenced by Pacific
islander characteristics. Her thick mane of hair was a
glossy brown with lighter highlights and hung about a
third of the way down her back. Jesus Christ, she was
beautiful.
"I'm glad you like what you see," she said with a
satisfied smile as she glanced down at my cock again.
Sure enough, my half-hard cock was quickly growing to
full hardness as I took her in.
We'd already lightly flirted a good bit, so I didn't feel as
comfortable with the situation as I would have ten
minutes ago.
Besides, she was just as naked as was, and that had to
mean something.
"I'd say I'm sorry, but that'd be a lie," said, smiling back
at her.
"Oh, there's no reason to be sorry," she said as she
maneuvered herself behind me. She placed her oil-slick
hands on my shoulders and ran them down my chest,
kneading my muscles as she bent over me, bringing her
breasts dangerously close to my face. They were
capped with brown, puffy nipples almost as long as the
first Joint of my pinky finger and thicker than typical. As
they hung in front of me, I wanted to extend my
tongue and taste them. I wondered if the oil would
make them bitter.
"You're sweeter than I anticipated," Shea said, and for a
second, I thought she was talking about my actual
taste, and I wondered when she would have had the
opportunity to find out. Then it hit me that she was
probably talking about my personality.
"Worked for a lot of assholes?"
"You could say that," she said. "She ran her hands back
up to my shoulders and then down my arms, squeezing
and working them. "Most of them would have taken
advantage by now."
Bobbi came to mind and I said, "I'm not as sweet as
you might think."
"Good," she said softly, running both hands down the
right side of my chest as she stepped around to the
side of the massage table. Too sweet is boring."
She slid both hands down my arm to my hand, picking
it up and massaging my palm for several moments
before pulling it to her chest and pressing it directly
against her right breast. I could feel that prominent
nipple grinding into my skin like a soft pebble, and I
gently dug my fingers into her soft tit flesh..
She returned her fingers to my chest and began
massaging across it again as I reciprocated. My hand
wandered, exploring more of her body and being
encouraged by her silence. Being able to touch her body
while she gave me an expert massage was even more
enjoyable than simply receiving it.
"Did any of the ladies get this sort of treatment?" I
finally asked, opening an eye to peek at her.
She laughed softly at that. "I'm afraid I don't talk about
what goes on between me and my clients." Don't forget to leave a Comment 
