Literotic asexstories – The Long Massage by Sneezing_ferret22,Sneezing_ferret22
Mia has awoken to a new world in which, unsurprisingly, everything has gone sexual. Payments are sexual, greetings are sexual. Hell, even getting a cup of coffee is sexual. Mia of course was not alerted to these changes, which results in hijinks where she learns to live in this new alternate universe she’s found herself in. Enjoy!
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I had just gotten dressed. The thing is, I’d already gotten dressed earlier today. What led to getting dressed and then dressed again was the little event with the baker that had left an inconvenient spot in her legging shorts. I had to run all the way back to my apartment with my jacket wrapped around my waist to prevent further embarrassment, even though being embarrassed was one of the lesser things on my mind.
The baker gave her an inconveniently brief explanation on why I’d witnessed an incredibly short blowjob, and then had my pussy teased for an excruciatingly long time, so long that I actually passed out for a little while, waking up sore and wet. I got that there are people that are into that, but it just seemed all too casual to feel like a normal occurrence. Upon questioning the baker afterwards, he responded seemingly as cryptic as possible. “Things had always been this way, shorty. And uh, no need to pay me back ya know. Just helpin out those in need.” He tapped his large hands on the counter and threw me a puzzled look, “you alright? Awfully weird question to be asking, you know.” I assured him I was fine, physically and mentally. I didn’t mention that in the comprehension area of my brain I was having pretty heavy issues.
So, sex is like, way more frequent where I live now. I mean, when I live. How exactly am I supposed to refer to an alternate universe? The sex is definitely related to paying for stuff, that’s what interests me the most about all of this. I figured I should learn more about this before even attempting going to work, so I decided to use one of my sick days, calling it in as soon as I got home to change. I don’t particularly want to ask for someone to pick up lunch for me, only to see them drop their pants in response to when I ask how much I owe them.
I scraped together a nice simple day outfit. Some cute little jean shorts and a loose-fitting white top with a matching pair of nice, dry undies underneath. They were my favorite pair with a pleasing hue of dark blue on them, like a deep ocean. They helped me feel confident when I’m out, even if no one knows I’m really wearing them except myself.
With a quick trip down the elevator of my apartment building I was back on the streets. The biggest thing on my mind is testing out this new form of payment, but how. I’d thought about going back to the baker now that I was dressed in fresh clothes, but that might end me up in round two with him, which would be working against my mission to figure things out. Maybe the coffee shop? Nah. That was way too popular and I’m afraid of something occurring with others being there to witness the whole of it. I was trying to test stuff, not dive head, shoulders and all. “That’s it!” I said with a quick little stomp, “I’ll go get me a massage!”
After some quick work on maps I found it. A nice place. Five stars on all fronts. Fancy (probably fake) marble columns in the pictures, and nice gray stone floors with little fountains everywhere. And it was just around the corner!
“Hello~! Welcome to Emporium Lou!” Beamed the cheerful young woman at the service desk. Her white teeth beamed from the light shining from above. A large chandelier centered the high-ceilinged waiting room, bathing the room in warm light. Everything was decorated tastefully with gold trim (again, probably fake) and all the walls were a warm shade of white.
I turned to the young woman at the desk, “hello hiii, I was wondering if you had any walk-ins available? My name’s Mia by the way.” I said, my excitement restraining my ability to speak. The woman seemed to be around my age, a responsible type of person with glasses that seemed much too big for her. Her outfit was business-casual, with a hint of relaxation with the number of buttons correctly buttoned on her shirt.
“Of course! I’ll be checking that for you right away Mia. If you’d like to take a seat on any of the cushions lining the wall you are more than welcome.
I bowed politely before prancing over to the cushions by the wall. There was a small but dignified fountain next to me, trickling sound off into the large room; making it much louder than it certainly could accomplish by its lonesome. This was the perfect plan, a private room for a massage would help keep her maintain control of any situation if it were to arise, while simultaneously keeping the risk of being embarrassed in public as low as possible.
“Alright Mia! Our masseuse Jean will be seeing you today. Your session will begin down the hall three doors down the left.”
I leave my chair and walk gently down the hall, my regular day sneakers making a clop clop clop sound on the decorative stone floor. My excitement still present, but surprisingly fading quickly probably due to the calming sound of the fountain in the lobby and the faint massage parlor music seemingly coming from nowhere and everywhere.
“Oh I’m sorry miss Mia!! I forgot to ask, would you like to pay now or after your massage??” I hear the service desk woman shout.
I mean, I’m already down the hall. “Afterwards will be fine, thank you!” I shout back, cracking open the door to my assigned room.
The massage room was small. Small ish. Like the size of the room where you wait for people to finish making your pizza at the pizza place, plus a little more I think. The ceiling was nice and high though.
At this point all I could hear was the faint massage parlor music and the clop clop clop of my shoes as I meandered over to the padded table in the middle of the room. As I looked over it very little stuck out to me, it seemed like the average massage table to me. It seemed anchored to the floor and the base material was a natural wood color, with a lot of space underneath due to its design. A small card resided on the top of the table near the spot I assumed was for my head. “Hello and welcome. Please undress and relax yourself. Please leave the access piece inserted into the table until after the massage.” The access who-now? I let my eyes wander over the table wondering what it could mean when I noticed a faint circle near the lower centerish of the table, around the size of a dodgeball I’d say. Unfamiliar with this world, I decided to take things slowly, making a mental note to ask the masseuse about it.
I did as the card strongly suggested, stripping off my white top and peeling off my jean shorts leaving me in just my matching blue sports bra and thong. For some reason my confidence was surging, something about my favorite underwear, canceling work, and getting a massage all conglomerated into a strong feeling that what I was doing was what I wanted. I lifted my arms as I peeled off my tank top, releasing my breasts to the warm air, bouncing for a moment due to the movement. With a quick breath I reached down to peel off my thong, exposing myself fully to the warm environment of the massage parlor. I reveled in my newfound bravery, at least until I saw the door opening. Panicked, I quickly jumped onto the table, concealing my chest and nether region, although my ass was fully exposed to whoever had arrived.
“Hello, I’m Jean, your assigned masseuse today.” He was taller than me. Maybe by about a good foot and change? Handsome. Definitely worked out, probably rock climbing or something. Something to give him that evened-out muscle gain look. He wore a simple green tank top and some running shorts. I lightly bit my lip instinctively. “Shall we get started?” He proclaimed, grabbing a bottle of oil from a small dresser in the corner and walked over to my nude form presented on his table.
I shivered lightly as I felt the cool oil drizzle onto my back, then again when I felt it on my lower legs, then a couple of drips onto my ass. Then a couple more drips onto my ass, I could feel they were much bigger droplets than before just from what I could feel. The cold sensation traveled downwards in a trail in between my cheeks, finally dripping onto my anus. The cold touch pooled lightly and caused me to let out an involuntary gasp, my body agreeing with the feeling of the oil covering me wholeheartedly. I felt Jean’s hands begin to rub up and down my back, paying attention to the knots and toughness within my muscles, being careful and delightfully rough as he took care of me with the utmost attention to detail.
“I’ll be moving down to your legs now if that’s alright.” I heard, hearing him shift around next to me.
“Mmm-hmmm.” I hum lazily back, shifting and readjusting myself to get comfortable. More oil on my ass, and feels like an even larger amount than last time. I feel the pool of oil on my asshole quickly become flooded, and overflow over onto my pussy, coating my already wet lips with a thick coating. “G..God..” I murmured, unsure of how intentional it was. It felt good, and I almost didn’t notice Jean putting more oil on my legs as he continued with his generous pour. Both of his hands landed on my legs now, giving them the same wonderful treatment he had just given my back. He was relentless on them. I wiggled a little at some points, but stayed on the table, encouraging myself that this bit of discomfort would pay off if I stuck it through. With a couple more minutes of rubbing, Jean was done.
I felt Jean as he let go of my legs to stand up straight, “all right miss Mia, all done. Would you like to pay now or would you rather have a couple of minutes?”
It was going so well, and Jean had my alarms down below were definitely blaring for more. I bet he just wants a quick blowjob or something if I had to guess. Massages weren’t that expensive, right? “I’m all ready to pay now.” I said, hopping off the table and already putting on my thong. “Where do you want me?”
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