I am not a professional athlete. So, a couple of times it was, spoke, but that's all. The rest is more for oneself, for keeping fit, and, as they say, “has grown into a bone” and it is already difficult to give up the habit.
And I do wood, but rather cutting wood to order. The work is not easy, but I have my own schedule, convenient for myself. I will wake up in the morning, drink a cup of coffee, zaptykayu little in the phone, pull up on the bar ten times, and walk into the shop. Height and weight from eighteen years have not changed even once, one hundred eighty to ninety. I am now twenty-six years old, young, curious, strong and hungry guy. I am fond of wrestling and iron, sometimes I shake big weights, I also recently mastered snowboarding. In short, I love sports.
That evening, Valera in the bathhouse told and boasted about a canned massage, which is very useful for the body. I didn’t understand at the time what he meant by “bleeding the hijam,” which I later learned about, but it became interesting to me. He opened, it means, his page in instagram and showed fresh photos that he posted from this procedure. They put the banks on his back, the banks were filled with blood, as a result, Valera was cleansed of toxins, healthy, the blood was refreshed and the clots were gone. I didn’t really go into details, but, apparently, it’s more there. The words that Valera was trying to convey about this procedure were very crumpled, from which I understood that he himself did not understand very much what kind of massage it was. Then Seryoga supported him in a conversation with me.
- Yes, Dim, - he turned to me - a good procedure. Here look! - Seryoga got his iPhone and began to show me the same pictures with banks.
"Some kind of mainstream ..." - I thought.
- Well, listen, intrigued, and it looks interesting. Refreshing blood is good! - I concluded.
Later that evening, or, more precisely, at night, I climbed into Google in search of information about the canned massage. The first line I got out was a blabla.com website, in which freelancers sat and offered their various services. In my case, these were freelance masseurs.
I already, I wanted to go out and look further through the links to find out more information about this wonderful massage, but I acted differently. Being a good leader in life, I decided to go the other way. I registered on this site, set the task “Tell what a canned massage is”, and waited for someone to chew me more in detail about this massage than what I managed to learn from Valera and Seryoga.
It was about one in the morning, and I had notifications on my phone. I received a message, then another, then again. I was distracted from the film, which was already half asleep, and reached out with my hand for the phone, looking through the messages.
The first message was from a certain Arsen.
"Hello. I see you need a massage, I will be glad if your choice will stop at me. In practice, I apply both western (kinesiological diagnostics and correction), and oriental massage and health techniques ... “- I didn’t read further. Many words, self-promotion, and there was no answer to my question.
Let's go further.
Message from Ravil. “I watch Caucasians gathered here” - I thought, before I started reading.
“Banks give a healing effect. “- point, no more information. Super detail explained everything to me!
Further the message was from Lyudmila. Briefly retell her words, which she decided to spell out in detail and very informative. She told about the warm-up procedures before starting a canned massage, about what this massage contributes to, and how it is performed.
I didn’t really get into the information, because I saw a photo of Lyudmila and I was curious what kind of masseuse there was. Turning to her page, I saw several of her photos, age, and a detailed description of her services. Then I noticed that she was conducting a massage both at home and in the spa salon, as well as at the exit, indicating “sauna or in your home”. Then I rang in my head from the word "sauna". Well, naturally, young hungry peasant will come to mind sex, but then a further description brought me back to earth.
"No sex!" No lingam, body massage, for no extra charge. " - after this phrase, I was even a little upset, but, nevertheless, I came for a massage, not for sex. Poking to the reviews of this Ludmila, I found that she served most of the men. All praised her, wrote how well she does her job, but observed the subordination in the reviews. But my thoughts are already unstoppable, and I suffered.
Referring to the reviews on the pages of these guys, I found that they also have reviews of artists. That is, the girls who served them on the massage, left a review about whether a good customer. Of course, I was not interested in reading, of course, the praised reviews, but I began to look at the masseuses who were massaging.
Each masseuse had a rating, as well as a place in this rating. Turning to this rating, immediately opened the first Madame, Daria. I read ...
"The practice of massage sessions eastern technique. An individual approach to each person and his needs, ”I read. “Individual approach means! So, so, soooo ... "- the hunter's instincts awakened in me, who discovered the victim.
“I try to work with both the physical and the emotional state of a person,” means an emotional state. Emotions are good!
"The session includes the combination of gently power and relaxing effects, which allows you to achieve how deep muscular relaxation of the body ..." - I continued to read the description. Probably each of us sometimes requires "deep muscle relaxation."
Further, some descriptions of palmistry and the last phrase, after which my brain began to give signals to the action: “I accept it both at home and at the client’s home. I really do a gorgeous massage) ".
Having passed on the reviews, I noticed a task with some people called “magic massage” and reviews “I did a wonderful massage! I am in seventh heaven from the handles of Darya))) ", and the like ambiguous compliments of her services.
I decided to close my task, since it was already irrelevant, and created a new one in which I would describe in more detail what I would like. I called the task “Relaxing and canned massage”, while setting my photo, where I wrapped in a towel after the gym.
After opening the task and uploading a new photo, I switched back to the rating and started looking for interesting masseuses. Almost all had photos and many reviews. Reading the reviews, I found that somewhere they work not for money, but for the massage-to-massage barter. Everything became much more interesting, and I decided to send such invitations to such young ladies to my task. Having established a small amount of two thousand rubles, responses to my task began, some of them were just from those girls who were doing the “magic massage” and “massage for massage”.
I drew attention to one pretty dark blond girl named Alina. She was twenty-three years old, cute, with an appetizing ass and a spectacular breast, seemingly second in size. She seemed a bit bitchy and temperament. As they say “we meet on clothes”, the look of her eyes and her general appearance indicated that the girl was a problem, although she was very attracted. The first impression can always be deceptive, but time will tell ...
from the site and went to the messenger, where Alina immediately answered me. It turned out to be easier, we agreed on the very next day to give me a “relaxing massage”, but Alina did not have cans, and she did not do a can massage. But who needed this canned massage? I already thought a little in a different direction.
During the conversation, we switched to "you."
D (Dmitri, that is - I): is it possible to “you”?
A (Alina): yes, of course)
D: you have a page in the social. network?
A: yeah, right now'll throw off
D: come on, wait)
And: hold)))
Alina threw me her page at Vkontakte, where I immediately added to my friends. I managed to evaluate her “portfolio” on that site Yudu, and now I decided to summarize myself a little. She immediately added me as a friend and wrote to me again.
A: Are you cool) Are you an Athlete? What kind of massage do you want?
D: yes. I do not know, by the way, what kind of massage, and how much does it cost?
A: I do a full body massage, from the tips of the toes to the head massage. You yourself determine the price by feeling after the session)
"ABOUT! This is generally excellent, ”I thought.
D: Good. And what types do you do?
A: Well, I do classic, relaxing, sporty, but without sex. I can make lingam if you want)
D: what is it? - I asked, pretending that I do not know. I already noticed that this is a member massage.
A: Well, this is an additional massage to the general, only intimate areas)))
D: Oh, that's good, because the whole body massage. Are you doing more Thai?
A minute later I sent her a link where the girl in a bathing suit and all in oil, was rolling her body on the back of a man.
A: I can do this too, but this is a body massage, not Thai)
At that moment I started projecting in my head what it would all look like, from which I involuntarily got a member, and I began to cheat on it, fantasizing how it would be cool and what it all could turn into at the end.
A: are you there? - wrote after Alina, losing me while I was distracted with my fantasies
D: Yes, sorry. I went to the shower.
A: ohoho))) in the shower so late?) So what do we decide, tomorrow I come? At 5 o'clock in the afternoon convenient?
D: yes, ok) I agree at work and arrive early.
A: why did you want a can massage? For Sport?
D: Well, yes, but I am more of a marketing victim (((The guys from the kitchen boasted about this wonderful massage, so I had a whim to keep up))
A: ahah))) well I understood) well, good night)
D: and you)
At this, our correspondence stopped. I returned to the procedure from which Alina distracted me, and then went to bed.
The next morning, I agreed with my colleagues that today I would take a day off for myself and began to prepare for a “massage” for this evening.
I went to the barbershop where I was neatly trimmed. Then I went to the grocery store, bought a good dry red wine, aroma sticks of incense, chocolate, fruit, and then returned home.
At lunch, Alina wrote that she was late on the order and would be able to arrive only after ten in the evening and offered to postpone if it was too late for me. erotic stories of sexytales I, of course, refused to tolerate and offered her to stay if it was too late.
D: and where are you going from?
A: I have a stupid order, in Odintsovo ((((
D: wow! Until you reach me, it will be 11:30 in the evening. Do you have to go home then?
A: why? Do you suggest you stay?)
D: yes. I have free rooms, I can lay you down and go tomorrow.
A: good, thanks)))
“That's it!” - I think, rubbing my palms. This evening promised to be interesting.
While I was waiting for Alina, I talked to her a little more.
D: and you do massage only with your hands?)
A: what else do you need, feet?)))
D: Well, body massage, which I sent you, you can try it?)
A: let's see) maybe I will do as an exception)))
I stopped at this, although it is clear that Alina willingly accepted such conversations. I decided to knock myself a little, not looking ahead, and leave my hidden thoughts locked up until the evening interchange.
Evening came, and I pretty sweat, anticipating a meeting. I also remembered that I needed to have a short haircut still downstairs, carefully remove the small undergrowth, and I went to take bath procedures.
Intercom rang. "Mlyat, if not on time!" - I did not have time to finish the job.
Coming out of the bathroom, I ran wet to the front door and opened it to Alina, and he ran back to finish the procedure, leaving her an SMS message.
D: I'm in the bathroom, I'll be out soon!
A: ooh) good, I'll wait)))
Quickly finish my business, I got dressed and jumped into the hall where Alina was waiting for me. She was wearing a black long dress, black tights and holding a black coat in her hand. “Black Panther” - I thought, recalling one song I heard recently. She sat, smiled, and considered my trophies, which I won at competitions many years ago.
- Hello! - I greeted the masseuse, - let me hang up the coat. - I took the coat from her and carried it to the closet.
Standing in the corridor, putting the coat in the locker, Alina addressed me.
“So you were in the bath, then dressed to get undressed again?” The girl asked flirtatiously.
- Oh, yes, I did not think. - I scratched a turnip, playing the role of an innocent guy.
A little fuss in the kitchen and I went back to my guest. We went with her to the bedroom, where I spread the sofa and laid a towel. I brought from the kitchen incense, hookah, and wine with glasses.
- I decided to completely relax. I can not offer you - I said, pointing to a bottle of Chianti. - will you be the wine?
- Wine? Well, yes, I will have wine. - smiled girl.
We drank an acquaintance and a “successful massage,” after which I stripped down to my underpants and lay down on my stomach, taking the hookah pipe and the phone, to distract myself a little from what was happening and hide my arousal. My pants were filled with her spectacular energy, and it was a little awkward with an unfamiliar young lady, because you don't know what she thinks of me. Initially, these girls work as masseuses, and sexual fantasies are only in my head.
- And you will not take off cowards? Massage because of the whole body - Alina asked me in a tone of duty that everything was as it should be. - still in the oil you stain them.
- Well, yes, you're right. - I finally relaxed, but still turned away to remove the panties, then lay back on his stomach.
- Just do not be surprised, I do a massage in my underwear. - she said.
- Yes, as you like. - I replied. I already had a member standing by.
Alina sat down beside me, undressed, took johnson's baby oil, and even then it became clear to me that she was an amateur. Non-professional oil, massage in underwear ... it became clear to me that she herself enjoys this massage.
While we were talking, I learned that she has a young man, but she is a bit in a quarrel with him. They also met at a massage, but now they have a strained relationship. He lost his job and doesn’t move much in search of a new one, while he is constantly jealous of her and wants her to finish her activity in the massage, but then they will have nothing to live with. She also told about her studies, she studied for a teacher, and also told me that she goes on a strip of plastic and can easily sit on a string. Naturally, I did not believe it, and she had to prove to me. Alina stood up and sat on the second half of the bed on the splits, with her ass to me. She also said that the splits are very useful for the gluteal muscles and offered me, as an athlete, to touch a little of her muscles. I lost my breath and it was difficult to speak, but I neatly grabbed my buttock with my hand and washed it a little. Alina sat down on the edge and took a sip of wine slowly.
- Well, how? - Playfully asked the girl.
- Very impressive, and you're done! - I replied with a little trembling voice.
Alina returned to the massage.
She gently smoothed my legs and back, thrashed my buttocks and slightly touched my scrotum with my hand, but then removed her hands from there. After thirty minutes of such a massage, we ran out of wine. I remembered that William Lawson's started whiskey in my fridge, which I offered to drink by mixing with Coke. Alina pulled away from the massage and allowed me to get up.
I sat back to her again and began to pull on my underpants.
- I can turn away so that you do not wear panties on the oily body. She said, manneredly covering her eyes with one hand.
This gesture was a joke. Emboldened, I straightened up and walked towards the kitchen, with my side sight feeling how Alina followed me with a look. Taking everything I needed, I went back to the bedroom. My dick was half-excited, and I rather lay on my stomach.
We continued the massage and drank the temples, I made a compliment to her figure.
- You have a wonderful figure, I noticed.
- Yeah, did you notice? Oh, thanks. She flirted. - And we will not do massage in front?
- We will. - I said, no longer able to restrain myself. Degree in the room all increased.
Alina proceeded to massage my legs again. She began with her toes, then she massaged her calf muscles, and so, gradually, she reached the upper part of her thighs. She, at first, touched the hands of my risen member, then she took it in her hand and laid it on her stomach, continuing to massage my scrotum and the net. I lay, enjoyed this gentle and slippery sensations. She took a bottle of oil and defiantly poured herself an additive in the handle. Alina proceeded to the lingam, and began to sip the skin on my penis, proming her head with her fingertips. Her movements were slow, but gradually they picked up a more active pace. She literally grabbed the base of the barrel with both hands and began milking my booby, who was all swollen from such caresses.
Movement picked up speed, Alina slightly leaned in front of my dick, her elbows oppressed her breasts, and she had it slightly bulged out of her bra. Tilting her body up and down, she continued to massage my penis, slightly touching the head of her chest.
Her movements gained amplitude, and the head reached the lips, touching the lower lip a couple of times. Her hair fell on her face, and I did not see what she was doing, but I felt that something wet and cold was touching the head slightly. Then I felt something liquid spill over my dick. Apparently, Alina let her spit at him. After that, she pulled away, brushing her hair back, and continued to milk the shaky, slobbering trunk.
Five minutes later she went to massage her upper body, and I spoke to her.
- And by the way, what about body massage?
- Oh, yes, I forgot. But then I have to do it without underwear, I do not have a swimsuit, and I do not want to get it dirty. - answered Alina, I heard a slight shiver in her voice.
- OK, I do not mind. - I said and Alina laughed.
- Ahah, well, damn, I have not done this massage yet. She said, scratching her nose. - well, roll over, try.
“Can I not roll over?” I can cover my eyes. Just lying so well, and it is convenient to smoke hookah, and whiskey has not finished.
Alina, having a little delayed, turned away, unbuttoned the bra behind her back, and gently took it off, laying it to the side. Then she sat on the edge of the bed, and pulled off her panties.
- Cover your eyes? - Alina appealed to me.
- Need to? - arrogantly asked the masseuse.
- Well yes. - shy girl.
I turned my head a little to one side, and Alina sank to her feet and began to rub her body. At first, she rubbed her elastic chest, hands, and stomach, and then lifted herself higher and sat on the foot, rubbing her toes with her sex lips. I began to reach out to her knees with my hands and lightly stroked them, and with my big toe I tried to rub her clit a little and get inside, but I barely managed to get my finger close to the entrance, so Alina immediately pulled away a little.
Alina turned her back and continued rubbing her already lush buttocks. It was somehow dry, she smeared herself all over with oil in the front, and she forgot it from behind.
- Can you apply butter? - I asked.
- Y-Y-yes, of course. - confusedly with a shiver Alina answered and gave me the oil. She moved closer to the groin area and drove her buttocks along her penis and thighs.
I opened the bottle and straight plentifully poured it on her ass, trying to get a second hand and smear everything.
- Ah ... - Alina moaned slightly with a shudder and jerked from my hand, but then, with her ass rotations, she came back and rolled my penis in different directions, like an arrow of a clock.
I was already bolder and just tried to touch her oily butt on every rotation. Alina sometimes took out my penis with the petals of her pussy, and I felt a light bristle of soft sexual lips.
Then Alina turned around to face me again and continued rubbing the front as well. I touched her knee and stretched to her chest, lightly touching her chest with the back of her fingers. Alina was shaking, and she periodically lowered my palm from her chest, but when I pressed her knees to her, she did not resist anything.
Alina sat down on the side and started rubbing her breasts over the penis, stomach and torso. I reached out with one hand to her ass and touched her holes confusedly. It was very hard to breathe, Alina also breathed very deeply and all her exhalations were heard.
- Come on can the body onto the body completely? - I asked.
Alina stopped, sat on her legs and folded her hands on her knees. She did not think long about something, then sat down again on me, having thrown a leg over me. She lay on me and slid along my whole body. Every such slip and she pischechka touched my dick. Alina was rolling up and down - up and down ... Her breathing became more and more characteristic. Our bodies were squished by the oil when Alina otlipala his booty from my pelvis.
Once Alina slipped very well, and my cock penetrated her, but did not stay there for a long time because of the amplitude of her slip. At this moment Alina howled slightly.
- Aaaah ... - she squealed.
This scream seemed so appropriate to me. It was as if she told them that she was very good, but she scolded herself and tried to say to herself “no”, as if she was doing something bad. She may have thought about the boy she lives with, but as she explained to me that he doesn’t value her much, they only meet for a couple of months.
I grabbed her waist and pressed her to her, reducing the amplitude of the slip on my body. Her face lingered on my face and our mouths were open. We breathed into each other's mouth, and I reached for her lips to gobble up her with kisses. Alina unconvincingly pulled away from me, while sometimes jerking at the meeting, with sharp movements, licking my mouth and tongue.
Below Alina in circular motions drove with a pussy on my standing, swollen member. She even sat down a little on her head, torturing both herself and me with such games. Everything was in the oil, our bodies squelched by tapping the basins. Alina addressed me.
- Wear a condom to “massage” to protect? She asked in a heavy voice.
And then I froze. “Mmmm ... what an irony!” I thought. So colorfully prepared a box for a massage, but forgot to buy the most important thing.
- Do you have a case no? otherwise I forgot to buy. - I asked.
- No, I usually do not go for condom massages. - Alina laughed.
I wanted her so much that I really thought to spit on her fucking essence and fuck like that, but it was rash and Alina after my question immediately got off of me.
Began the search for a condom. Having looked at all the lockers in the bath and in other rooms, I went back to Alina and saw that she had already thrown herself on something and was about to go to the bathroom to wash off the oil.
I was so upset, and from the sight of Alina, I saw that she, too, really wanted me to take her.
- Let me quickly run away, the store is on a 24-hour shop in the next street, I will be very fast in five minutes, you will not even have time to finish your whiskey.
- Ok, come on. - Alina thoughtfully said.
Until the girl changed her mind, I quickly dressed and ran away. Quickly reaching the store, I bought two packs of Durex and wandered back. It was cold outside, winter was coming, I was all wet and in oil, wanting to fuck this beauty sooner. Returning home, I found that the door was not closed and there was no one in the house.
"Mlyat, edit your tyit!" - I swore. Such an evening down the drain.
I opened the phone and saw a message from Alina.
A: Sorry, I had to go, there were cases.
D: Is everything all right? You kind of planned to stay (((
A: Sorry, though things have appeared, you do not think. You can not transfer money for this session, the next time then work out!)
D: Right? Okay, good night to you then)
Alina did not read my last message this night. Thinking about what happened, I jerked off and went to bed.
Damn two I'll stop at that. With this world of masseuses, I still have only to eat!
The end!