70 comments/ 610712 views/ 299 favorites Hilton Head Massage By: Travel Girl This is a true story that happened while I was on vacation a couple of years ago. I enjoy sex, but most people would call me conservative when it comes to the situations and time it takes before I would go to bed with someone. It would never happen on a first date, maybe not until quite a while or never depending on whether I got comfortable or not. One night stands are definitely not my style. I had thought that my sexual impulses were under control, at least until a couple of years ago. I enjoy professional massages very much, and the details of a particular massage from an older black man are still very vivid in my mind. Hopefully, you will enjoy my description of what happened. My boyfriend and I were vacationing on Hilton Head Island in South Carolina. We had been going out for about 3 years, sometimes very steady and sometimes we had also seen different people. I am not sure what the future will ultimately hold, but we have been going good for a while now. We were staying at a nice first class hotel. Both of us have good jobs, so spending a little money on vacation is never a problem. We were having a nice time playing golf, lounging by the pool, going to the beach, and enjoying nice dinners and the town's night life. I was wearing skimpier bikinis than what I would normally wear at home. There were families at the hotel, so at the pool I would wear small bikinis but definitely not thongs. However, some portions of the beach were secluded and I would wear some very revealing suits. My boyfriend seemed to enjoy the stares that I was getting. I am pretty with blond hair and green eyes and in good shape from running. I have a lean 115 pound build on my 5'7" frame. My athletic 34C -22-34 build tends to emphasize my natural breasts and my suits this trip allowed a pretty good view by all. Not too typical for me, but when I don't know anyone away from home does tend to loosen me up a little. I am 32 years old, a scientist by education and profession, but these days I also get involved in business activities. People claim they look young for their age so often it becomes unbelievable, but most people guess I am about 25. Most of the time, I play and look the prim and proper conservative executive, so it is quite the pleasure to be able on vacation to go casual once in a while and relax. My boyfriend scheduled golf for the afternoon with three other men. I love to play golf and I am pretty good at it, but I declined to be the fifth player and instead decided it would be a good time to indulge myself at the hotel spa. I had not been there before, but from the hotel brochures it looked great; manicures, saunas, swimming pools, a very professional first class place, and part of the spa service highlighted massages. My boyfriend would be gone the rest of the day, so I booked a late afternoon massage which would give me a chance to run and then enjoy the facilities. The spa was busy and I had an hour to have a run, sauna, etc. I had been running along the beach in either or the mornings or evenings when it was little cooler, but in the middle of the afternoon I opted for the indoor treadmill at the spa. I put in about 3 miles in about 23 minutes – a nice workout. I had a shower and a Jacuzzi, just perfect, so even before the massage even took place I was feeling very relaxed. When the time for my 5:00 pm massage came up, I went to the desk and a young girl named Jeanie took me back to the room and recommended I shower first to remove the chlorine from the pool. She said, "You can lie on the massage table whenever you are ready." She showed me a stack of thick, soft towels. There were no instructions on what to wear, but I have been to Europe many times and the only way to enjoy an authentic massage is in the nude. I imagined at this spa they leave it to the individual and must have all manner of clothing preferences from nude, to swim suits, to whatever. I had brought a bikini, but I knew the massage would be better nude, and since Jeanie would be doing it, I just decided to go for it and start out nude. After I climbed up on the table and covered myself with a couple of the large towels, I had a feeling of bliss to lie there and relax after running and the spa. They knew their stuff - nice lighting, soft music, and elegant surroundings. Really, I could have probably just had a nap and been happy. I was waiting about 5 minutes when there was a knock on the door and my 'masseuse' came in the room. It is not really a big deal that it was a man, but somehow I had the impression that Jeanie would be doing the massage and had I known differently I would have worn a bathing suit to at least start the massage. Most places ask a preference, but whether I preferred a male or female to do the massage never came up. No matter, since I tend to prefer a man's massage anyway. I started to sit up for introductions, but before I could lift up more than my head he told me to relax and placed his hand on my back to indicate I should lie back down. "Hi, I'm Alan. I will be doing your massage. Have you been here before?" "Hello, I'm Beth, nice to meet you. No, this is my first trip to Hilton Head. We are here for the week." "What kind of massage do you like? Any problem areas that I should concentrate on or avoid?" I wanted a normal massage and I did not want the massage to be too hard. I know that some people like a very deep massage bordering on painful but that is not for me. He laughed, "I will take it easy on you. But you are right; many customers request 'the harder the better'. Please tell me if at any time the massage is too rough or if you are uncomfortable in any way." The second surprise was that Alan was black, but other than for the observation was no big deal. I had not gotten a very good look at Alan, just what I could see when I lifted my head to the side. He had the standard white uniform, T-shirt and pants. I would guess he was in his 50's, and maybe about 6 feet with medium brown skin and closely cut hair. Not by any means the body builder sort of build, but not skinny either. He started rubbing my shoulders with the towels still in place. Just about perfect for me in terms of how hard. I think he was very experienced at making sure the massage was personalized appropriately. He had a very calming voice as he asked how I liked Hilton Head, where I was staying, small talk subjects such as which golf courses I had played, etc. While we were talking he casually lowered the towel on my back to my waist, dribbled strawberry scented oil onto my back, and started a deep massage using the palms of his hands. He asked, "Am I rubbing too hard?" I said, "It feels great, just right." I had been resting my head on my arms but he pulled my arms back to my sides and fit my face into the hole in the table. He continued to work on my back. Whatever oil he was using was great and he was skilled, using a variety of different styles such as his palms, finger pressure, and even his whole forearm. I was really enjoying his various techniques – it was obvious he was very well trained. As he was massaging my lower back and sides I could feel his fingers go a small way under the towel covering my butt. His fingers touched the sides of my breasts, but it seemed incidental and brief. After a few minutes, he folded the towel back up to cover me. He moved to the foot of the table and lifted the towel to expose my left leg to about mid-thigh. He was very respectful and provided a good degree of modesty with the towels. Sometimes with a massage, the rule seems to be once some part is exposed, it stays exposed. But the most formal places will cover each area and only expose where they intend to massage next. This "towel formality" gave me a pretty good idea of the overall style of massage I would be getting and was comforting after my original faux pas on the assumption my massage would be done by a woman. Alan applied oil to my calf and thigh and continued his good technique, alternating different pressures and styles. When he was finished with my left leg, he did not recover it, but lifted the towel to massage my right leg. He then applied oil to both legs, starting at the ankle slowly moving up each leg simultaneously. His big hands easily wrapped around my calves and thighs. Whereas on my back he barely went farther than where the towel ended, now he went considerably higher under the towel on my legs. With his thumbs on the inside of each leg and his fingers on the outside, he massaged deeply and went up far enough that his fingers went up to the outside of my hips. I think he had enough common sense to be looking for any adverse reaction. I felt the towel move up my legs during this part of the massage. We had not been talking for some time now and Alan asked, "Are you alright Beth?" "Great, you should take up massage professionally," which made him laugh. We chatted for a while when I asked how long he had been doing this. I was expecting to hear some long time and was surprised when he said he had only been doing massages for a couple of years. He was from New Jersey and had worked 30 years at one of the automotive companies. He and his wife had been married for a long time and were now empty nesters with both kids were in college. We talked about the schools and courses they were taking when he heard I was a scientist. Alan was looking for something to do after retiring and had always enjoyed giving and getting massages and did not need the money too badly. After getting the formal training and license so he could work at top spas, he really enjoyed his second profession. I said, "Whoever taught you would be proud, everything has been fantastic." "Please believe me when I say it is my pleasure." Alan moved the towels again, this time recovering my right leg and then exposing my entire left side. It is common in Europe for the expert towel placements, and I could feel him move my legs apart a little wider, but I could feel the folded towel provided full coverage to continue the previous style of modesty. It was a nice feeling as he dripped more oil onto my body, then quickly and lightly rubbing it in before starting the deeper massage. Alan started up more conversation as he resumed the massage. He asked where I was from, etc. From our earlier conversation, he knew I was traveling with my boyfriend and after he had described his family situation, it was natural to describe my relationship. He had very intelligent comments and the casual conversation made me totally comfortable and relaxed. "I would like to compliment you. I see you have tan lines but you came in the nude. Most people are too shy for that, but the massage is so much better this way." I described some of the different massage styles I had experienced in Europe and Asia. We talked about various places each had traveled. He continued the massage all the while we were chatting and this really did contribute to an overall feeling of comfort. His arms were long enough he had one hand on my ankle and one on my shoulder as he did a variety of really great massage techniques. His hand on my back was laid flat and pressing while his hand on my leg was working his fingers and thumbs in deeply. He moved both hands together but he would stop at my upper thigh and lower back during the deep massage. He did my back with both hands and pressed down harder than before, sliding his hands far under the towel to my other side several times. Alan moved to stand at the lower part of the table and began using both hands on my leg. He worked on my calf and slowly moved up my leg. The towel was still covering me but as he got higher on my leg, it is just a fact that his fingers were very high up on my thigh. He did not linger and began to massage my butt with both hands, pressing down deeply and expertly with his palms, followed by deep massage with his strong fingers. We had been talking for a while, but once again he interrupted the conversation to ask, "Still doing OK Beth?" "Yes, great." As with my thighs, he did not spend too much time massaging my butt. I freely admit almost every time I get a massage near intimate areas, it is a great fantasy to imagine something more erotic. There was a feeling of disappointment but also a sense of relief when he covered me back up and repeated the same procedure on my other side. I had a feeling of pure relaxation, but I also recognized the reality that it was nothing more than a great professional massage. We talked a little more, but I think he also had the good sense to let me enjoy some peace and serenity. "You are in really good shape, good muscle tone." "Thank you, I run to stay in shape." "I can tell. Your leg and hip muscles are really firm." "I just ran a few miles on the treadmill before coming in." "I saw you running. One of the staff pointed you out as the 5:00 pm appointment and I volunteered. I hope it does not sound unprofessional, but it is a pleasure to give a massage to a nice looking young woman with a good body. A lot of my customers have less than perfect figures." We both laughed. "I sympathize. I am glad you are also enjoying the massage. Does this mean I get a discount?" Alan laughed and said, "Sorry about that Beth. Once that front desk gets your money, it will take an army to pry their fingers loose. However, maybe we can throw in some extra time." It was a little unnerving to learn the selection of who would do the massage was not random and that he might even have checked me out while I was running, but overall I was enjoying the massage. That part of the conversation was occurring as he finished my right side, again giving a thorough massage while still preserving my modesty. Alan said, "For the rest of the backside massage, I usually remove all the towels but we can skip that if you prefer." "No, go ahead. Thanks for asking though." He removed the towels and applied more oil, dripping it virtually everywhere all at once. He smoothed the oil on my legs, back and butt. He began standing at the head of the table using both hands on my shoulders and sliding them palm down using the heel of his hand to apply pressure slowly to my lower back and butt. As he would move back up he would use more intensive finger pressure to deeply manipulate each muscle. When he was leaning over the farthest, I could feel his hands reach all the way to my lower thighs. Alan certainly knew what he was doing, from how he would use his thumbs on my spine and lower back region to the way he would knead and cup my buttocks. Alan repeated the massage up and down from my shoulders to my thighs several times and he would pause at my buttocks where he squeezed and kneaded them. After a few minutes, he moved to the end of the table near my feet. I am no prude, but I wondered what kind of a view I was providing and realized Alan was getting a pretty good look at my pussy. Alan applied more oil to my legs and moved his hands up very quickly to rub my buttocks and then all the way to my lower back. He rubbed quickly at first and repeated more slowly. As he began moving up my calves, he asked, "Still doing OK Beth?" I imagine it is a difficult thing for a masseur to determine the comfort level of each client, but his questions indicated he knew what he was doing. I replied truthfully, "I am doing great." I thought to myself this was a great experience; the temperature was perfect, the music was subtle, the smells from the oil were pleasant, and Alan had been very charming. From the perspective of the massage, he had been doing everything right. He continued slowly up my legs where he was now massaging the inside of my thighs with his thumbs and outside of my thighs with his fingers. When he reached my ass, I could feel him just barely touch the outside of my pussy for a split second and what seemed inadvertently. I flinched a little at that. When he leaned over the farthest, he reached around under my waist and came back down the sides so that his fingers were touching my stomach. He lifted my hips and thighs slightly, just enough that he was touching my front hip area and thighs as he went back down. At the end of this technique my legs had moved slightly apart. When he repeated this part of the massage, I knew he had a clear view of my pussy. He again asked, "How are you doing?" I had to admire that he was very clever by asking and checking respectfully, and then perceptive in deciding how much to push things. I replied truthfully, "This is a wonderful massage." I thought to myself that people who are shy about how much the masseur can see should really keep their swim-suit on. Alan kept up the massage and when he got to my inner thighs and butt, I felt his thumbs slightly glance against my pussy but again he did not linger. The anticipation as he moved his hands up my thighs and then the split second glance against my pussy was electric. Alan held up a large towel and asked me turn over. Part of me was relieved the erotic part of the massage had concluded. After lying in that position for a while, even though the massage was fantastic, it did feel good to change position. He held up the towel high enough so even his head was not visible and again I thought very professional expertise regarding modesty. He laid a small pillow over the hole in the table for my head and he covered my entire body with towels. This was the first time I got a good look at him. I thought he had a distinguished look and a pleasant face. Since we had been talking quite a bit, I realized that he was simply a very nice man. This was also the first time he had seen my face and I recognized the irony I was really just meeting the man who for the last 30 minutes or so had his hands all over my body. "Are you enjoying the massage Beth?" "Very much." "I have been enjoying our conversation too. Some of my clients never say a word during the entire massage." "I have had massages like that before too. You are very easy to talk to." "Thank you, you too." Alan said he was going to use lighter oil on my face and I should relax. I closed my eyes as he rubbed my forehead and temples and then moved to my chin and cheeks, lightly rubbing the oil with his fingers. I smiled as he was doing this, and he said "I guess I don't have to ask how your doing," making us both laugh again. When he was finished, Alan placed a damp cloth over my eyes and folded the towel on my chest to expose my shoulders and just the very top of my breasts, less than what you would see had I been wearing a swimsuit. He used more oil and began to rub my shoulders and outer arms. He avoided getting too near my breasts and this part was finished rather quickly. I admit this was a wonderful massage and while I am giving these descriptions as much detail as I can recall, I will say massages done by others were just as thorough and just as professional and the sequence Alan was using was not unusual. Alan moved down the table to massage my feet and then moved the towel up to expose both legs to mid-thigh. As before, he started at my ankles and moved slowly up both legs. A little different than when he rubbed my legs while I was lying on my stomach, this time he went under the towel quite far as he moved up my thighs. His thumbs were again on the inside of my thighs and as he moved higher his fingers and palms went up the outside of my hips to my lower stomach where he would spread his fingers and dig in slightly. He avoided touching my pussy with his thumbs this time but when his hands were on my stomach and he spread out his hands, I could feel his thumbs touch my pubic area. My shaving style varies depending on mood, but at this time I was shaved so that nothing would show under my bikini. When I could feel his thumbs touching me there I was a little surprised but I tried to remain relaxed. Hilton Head Massage Alan continued to go under the towel quite far and the towel had ridden up. He covered me and moved to the side of the table where he repositioned the towel to cover my pubic area but expose my entire left leg. He lifted my leg off the table and then folded my knee and rested it against his leg and stomach. Even though my leg was now widely spread, it was not provocative as the towel was covering my pussy area completely. He applied more oil to my inner thigh and began massaging deeply with both hands, slowly working from my knee toward my upper thigh area. He deftly massaged under the towel, going up as high on my thigh as possible without touching my pussy. When he was rubbing that area I tensed up initially, but when he repeated it, he whispered, "relax" and the next time I was able to avoid tensing up and enjoy it. Alan did the same procedure on my other leg. While this is a common technique in a professional massage, I will say he went up higher than usual and it is not possible to avoid some kind of erotic thoughts when a man is rubbing you there. Alan repositioned the towels so my leg, hip, and stomach area was exposed, but he left towels covering my breasts and pussy. Applying more oil, he rubbed my upper thigh with one hand while lightly rubbing my stomach with the other hand. As he was rubbing my stomach and went under the towel, I could feel the movement expose part of my breast. He did not make any move to adjust the towel. He continued this part of the massage for just a little while longer. At the end, the towel moved more and even though my eyes were covered, I could tell my entire breast was now exposed. He did not touch it and soon recovered me while he repeated the same procedure on my other side. This time I noticed the towel moved much quicker and my breast was exposed longer but untouched. Alan then took some initiative. Normally he had been asking how I was feeling and being very deferential. At this point, he first recovered me completely, but then folded the towel so that my entire chest and stomach were exposed. He casually said, "Some of my customers enjoy having their breasts included in the massage and others do not. I am comfortable either way. What is your preference?" I thought for a moment. This would not be the first time I have had my breasts massaged and not the first time by a man, so I said, "Go ahead and include them. Thank you for asking." "My pleasure." Alan dripped the oil as before and standing by my waist, lightly ran his hands over my stomach and sides to smooth the oil before massaging, avoiding my breasts. He must have noticed that my nipples had gotten hard when he started to drip the oil, I guess through anticipation. He started at the sides of my waist with each hand. His thumbs were almost touching each other at my belly button and he moved up slowly while pressing down reasonably hard with his widespread hands. He repeated this a couple of times, each time avoiding my breasts. He used what felt like the fingers of one hand to lightly circle my belly button and he slowly worked his way up the center of my chest and then traced the outside of both breasts in ever decreasing circles just making it to the outside of my nipples. Alan moved to the head of the table and leaned over to place both of his palms on my stomach with his fingers going under the towel to reach the lower part of my waist and outside hips. He moved slowly up my stomach and rubbed the outside of my breasts, pushing them together as if he was giving me cleavage and then sliding his hands over to hold one breast in each hand. He gently cupped them to begin and then gradually applied more pressure with his fingers. He asked, "Are you alright?" I had to laugh that he asked that question just as he had both of my breasts cupped in his hands. I chuckled, "This must be one of the fringe benefits of this job." Instead of laughing, he very smoothly and quickly replied, "It is a pleasure to massage someone as beautiful as you." "Thank you very much." During this part of the massage it was obvious that he had focused his attention almost entirely on my breasts, at times lightly tracing them with his fingertips and other times the only way to describe it would be that he grabbed as much as he could and squeezed. He said, "Including the breasts in the massage is not so common here. It is ironic my best looking client says yes and other women that I would just as soon skip that part decline." I have no problem attracting men and I think many would say I have a pretty face. My blond hair is natural and just shorter than shoulder length. While I have a runner's build, I have good sized natural breasts and I am quite proud of them. I would never criticize someone who gets a boob job to make herself feel better. I am just grateful I did not have to consider it. So to have someone give me a compliment while he is massaging my breasts was perfect timing and I smiled. Alan is the type of person who is perceptive to the situation. It was obvious I did not mind having my breasts massaged and was actually enjoying it; otherwise I doubt he would have taken his fingers and circled my nipples, followed by lightly pinching them. My eyes were still closed and covered with the damp cloth, but I still had a small smile on my face until the point when it felt really good and I started taking deep breaths. Again Alan took some initiative. As he had done when he massaged my back, he now removed the remaining towels completely. So here I am, completely nude in front of my masseur. He began dripping oil on my legs, stomach and chest, and also on my pubic area and upper thighs. Unlike previously, he did not immediately smooth the oil in everywhere before starting the massage. He avoided moving anywhere close to my pussy area, perhaps sensing that he needed to be careful. He lightly rubbed my legs and inner thighs, then moved to my stomach, shoulders and then again to my breasts. He spent a little more time on my breasts, finishing by rubbing my still hard nipples between his fingers and rubbing the oil up my chest to my neck and chin. He had poured the oil near my pussy area, but never touched me there. He sat on the side of the table, perhaps a better description is he leaned on it so his upper leg was near my hips. He lifted my arm and rested my hand on his thigh. He then took more oil and ran his hand on my upper arm to my shoulder and one hand rubbed my breast. My nipple was still hard, and he would just touch it with the end of his finger. He laid my arm back on the table with the outside of my hand touching his thigh as he leaned over the table. This seemed incidental and I made no move to move my hand. It seemed as he rubbed my stomach and legs that he was leaning his body in such a way to increase the pressure on my hand. I continued to enjoy the massage and as he moved his body, I thought I felt his pants against the back of my hand. Although I could have been mistaken, I thought I could feel he was hard. Alan then went around to the other side of the table and did my other side the same way. Neither of us had spoken in some time, but as he laid my arm on his leg while massaging it and again touched my breast, he asked "Everything OK Beth?" As he touched my hard nipple, I took a very long, deep breath and asked "Can't you tell?" He laughed again. He stood up again and laid my arm on the table. He was standing near my feet with both hands wrapped around my calf as he began to massage again. As he moved his hands higher up on my leg, it was almost as if he was lifting my leg off the table. He moved higher on my leg, still with both hands wrapped around my knee and then my thigh. My legs were reasonably close together at the beginning, not clenched but not showing much of my pussy. As he moved up very high on my thigh, he was squeezing inward which created a gap between my thighs, allowing him to reach up very high so I could feel his fingers glance against my pussy. As he moved back down my leg, he placed pressure on my lifted knee so that my leg was now spread farther apart. When he lowered my leg to the table, he had left it spread enough so when he went back up my leg he did not bump up against my other thigh with his hands. When he reached my upper thigh again with both of his hands, he circled his hands around my thigh and his finger definitely rubbed against my pussy which made me tense up a little. "Sorry, try and relax." I said "OK, but it is not easy." I guess this could have been interpreted more than one way because when he repeated this move he lightly ran his finger deliberately over the outside of my pussy, just once, but I definitely tensed up. Alan moved to stand near my waist. He stroked my stomach and smoothed the oil he had placed on my pubic region. The fingers of his hand ran through my thin, light hair and the fingers of his other hand were touching my inner thigh and giving a nudge to open wider. I knew this was another moment of truth, either to thank him for the great massage or allow more to happen. It must have been a few seconds without a response from me, but when Alan gave a little more pressure on my inner thigh, I rolled my knee outward a little and then he easily opened my leg apart. He lifted my other knee off the table and I did not resist as he pushed that leg wider. I knew that my legs were now spread wide enough that he could now see my pussy well. I felt his fingers slowly moving higher on my thigh and I felt aroused as his fingers just moved toward my pussy. He started to lightly rub my pussy gently but directly. It felt electric and I let out a soft moan. His fingers rubbed lightly up and down my pussy, very gently. He spread apart my pussy lips and started to lightly touch my clit. I felt his pants glance against my hand again as he leaned over and this time when he leaned in, I felt his crotch press on my hand. I was at first surprised, but I did not move my hand. Alan slowly slid one and then two fingers inside my dripping pussy, deeper and deeper. He stopped and held them in deeply for a moment, but when he began to slide them in and out, I came very quickly, at least partly because of the long buildup of sexual anxiety during the massage. When I tensed up during my orgasm, he kept his fingers deep inside me and did not move them until I relaxed again. During the time he had been bringing me to orgasm, his cock had been rubbing against the back of my hand through his pants. He was hard. "How do you feel?" "Great, I think I needed that. How do you feel?" That made him laugh too, and he came back with my line from before "Can't you tell?" making us both laugh. I had to imagine how it looked. He had just fingered me to orgasm, he still had his fingers inside my wet pussy and the back of my hand was still touching his pants and his erection. Alan said, "I am a lucky guy to massage a beautiful young blond like you. The extracurricular activity is icing on the cake." He slowly removed his fingers from my dripping pussy and started to do a light finger tip massage of my entire front. I relaxed at this point and moved my legs closer together. He moved so that I was no longer touching his pants. It was strange that during all of this, I still had the cloth over my eyes and the sensations of not seeing anything really heightened the experience of touch. This would have been another time when I would have been content to have nice nap. To be candid, I thought we were finished. When he continued the light part of the massage where his fingertips were running all over my body, I could feel my nipples harden again as he touched them and traced the inside of my thighs. I was a little surprised when he glanced against my pussy again, but I was really surprised when I felt the unmistakable sensation of his dick resting on my arm. Initially he sort of laid it down and stopped, and then I felt it slowly sliding down the top of my forearm to rest on the top of my hand. During the light fingertip massage, he had obviously had a chance to unfasten his pants. It felt like he was not fully hard. Rather, his dick felt heavy as it rested on my arm. He was lightly touching my calf with one hand and lightly touching my shoulder with the other hand, almost pausing to a complete stop to give me a chance to end things if I did not respond. Probably if I moved my arm or hand away he would have just zipped up and we would have finished. I can remember I was still the calculating scientist and realized he was waiting for a signal. Everything had felt so great and I would have been completely satisfied to have stopped. As with other provocative aspects of the massage, each time 'more' was subtly offered but not forced. I really don't know even to this day remember what compelled me. Without a full comprehension of all the implications, I remember moving my hand a little bit, just enough so the back of my hand slowly moved up to the end of his dick. I stopped for a moment and then moved slowly back down the shaft. He had unzipped enough to free himself but his pants were still on. I felt him touch my breast and I moved my hand to hold him. While I held his dick in my hand, I sensed that Alan was lowering his pants out of the way. I had never been with a black man before, but I had all kinds of stories and myths about size running through my head. As I now held his not fully hard cock, I could feel he was already large. I stroked him a few times and removed the cloth from my eyes to look up at Alan. He would not normally be the kind of man I would be attracted to, from both an age perspective and that I was normally more attracted to the surfer types. At least part of it was the massage had been very stimulating. Alan had been very respectful, intelligent, gentle, and engaging. It was not surprising he had a smile on his face as I looked up at him. After all, he was getting his dick stroked by a young blond while he was squeezing my tit. He had been standing over my hips and now turned his body toward me and I got a better look. I could tell he was about 9 inches long and very thick. I lifted up from the table and leaned back on my elbows. His dick extended out from his body as I let go and it fell onto my stomach. I looked up at Alan. He had a big smile on his face as I smiled back at him. I was fascinated and overwhelmed as I looked back at his cock. He moved a little closer and his dick was now lying on my breast, the head touching my nipple. I was blatantly staring at his dick now and it appeared to get harder as I watched, lifting off of my breast into the air. As heavy as it had felt, that was amazing. I saw the black smoothness and the big bulging head. I looked back up at Alan and laid back on the table as Alan moved closer. I turned my head toward him and closed my eyes as he approached closer. He rested the tip of his dick on my lips. I could feel the heat as it lay against my cheek. He slid it against my closed lips and gradually I opened them and took him into my mouth. I closed my lips against the head as it rested against my tongue. The taste was delightful and the hot smoothness was intoxicating. I started to suck him slowly at first and then with abandon. I could feel what I thought was an already hard cock start to get even harder and throb in my mouth. I loved the taste of his cock and I could feel the smoothness of the head and the veins of the shaft with my tongue. The angle of my head was a little awkward, so I could not take him in my mouth too deeply. I looked up at Alan while I had his big cock in my mouth and paused. When he saw me looking at him, he gave a big smile and for just a minute I used my tongue on the end of his cock while I looked up at him and then licked down the shaft and licked his balls too. I looked up at him again and it looked like he was in heaven. I thought the contrast of his dark skin and my tanned but light skin and blond hair must have been an interesting look. I thought this must have been a fantastic experience for him also as it did not seem likely an older black man would get his cock sucked by a young blond every day. I was enjoying the experience after my initial hesitation. I recovered a little calmness and jokingly told him, "I am sorry; you been very courteous during the massage, asking if I was alright and before some of the more sensitive parts. I should have asked before sucking your big, fat, beautiful cock." "Beth, you have my complete permission to my cock." I moved a little so I could have a better position to continue sucking him. I took my tongue and just licked around the tip, and then took the head into my mouth and gently sucked. He was so thick that I could not take too much into my mouth at once. I turned my body to have a better angle to suck him. He was like a piece of steel he was so hard. I made an effort to relax my mouth and slid my head down to take a more of him in my mouth, little by little. I could feel him touch the back of my throat but I was able to stay relaxed. I had my hand around the rest of his shaft and I had swallowed about half of him. His cock was just so big, but I was thrilled to suck it. "I want to feel you inside me." I smiled and looked up at him and asked, "Would you like to fuck me?" It was as if he could not believe his luck. He stepped out of his pants quickly, almost as if he was afraid I would change my mind. He moved down to the foot of the table and slid me down so that my wet pussy was just at the edge of the table. While he slipped off his shirt I saw that his cock looked about ready to burst it was so hard and pointing up at a very high angle. I started to imagine how it would feel as he put that monster cock inside me. He then lifted my legs up so they rested on his arms. He moved the end of his cock to rub against my pussy and clit without entering. As his thick cock just started sliding against my pussy and started to enter me, it was so big I moaned. Alan stopped with maybe just an inch of his hard cock inside me and when I relaxed he slid his dick inside me slowly but more and more. Finally I felt his hips thrust up against me and I knew I had that whole massive cock inside me. I groaned and he held in deeply for a moment while I was in ecstasy. His big cock had filled me completely, but I was so wet that he went in easily. Alan then started grabbing my tits and fucking me, sometimes fast and sometimes slower. A couple of times we looked each other in the eyes. "You are fantastic. I love your big hard cock inside me." "Your pussy is so tight Beth." He was fucking me like crazy now. In all cases his cock was so thick that each thrust rubbed against my clit. I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life. After all the preliminaries, I thought he would not take long to cum either but he held out for maybe 5 minutes of long strong strokes. With maybe the only ounce of sense I had left, I told him that I did not want him to cum inside me, to tell me when he was ready. He said, "now" immediately. This part was not planned, but I got off the table and immediately kneeled in front him and took his cock in my mouth. This is not normal for me, but I was way past normal with this whole thing. At this angle, I could take him deep inside my mouth. I am no porno actress, but I think he could tell he was at the back of my throat. Not for him, but I needed to take as much of his cock in my mouth as I could. I could feel him start to cum. I wanted to taste him and it was great. Not quite as salty as I have been used to, more of a sweet taste. When I had swallowed his big load and thought he was done, I continued to stroke him with my hand and I was rewarded with another large spurt of cum on my mouth and face, so much that it quickly dripped down to my tits. Hilton Head Massage I think he was stifling a loud moan and I could feel him trembling as he came again on my tits. I took him back in my mouth and sucked gently. I loved the taste of his cum and the feeling of Alan eventually getting soft in my mouth. After a moment, he lifted me back up to face him and told me, "That was fantastic." Even though my face was covered with his cum, he leaned down to kiss me while I still held his now soft cock in my hand. I thought to myself there is a first time for everything. I had just been fucked by a black guy with a huge cock while my boyfriend was out playing golf. "Beth, is there any way to hook up again?" I told him, "This was a one shot only deal. As much as I enjoyed this, I have to get back to my boyfriend and you have to get home." I knew I was teasing when I said, "I apologize if it was not satisfactory." He laughed said, "Are you kidding? I have never cum that hard in my life. But, you are probably right. Despite what you might be thinking, I actually do not play around on my wife." I replied truthfully, "Despite what you might be thinking, I don't play around on my boyfriend either. If you don't tell your wife, I will not tell my boyfriend." After we both had a laugh and I finally let go of his cock, he let me get a shower and dressed. However, he did give me his card and told me to call him if I changed my mind or if I ever was coming back through Hilton Head. On my way out, he gave me another kiss which I returned, and he gave my ass a good squeeze with both of his hands. I could tell he was already hard again. I would have loved to have him fuck me again. But I had recovered some sense by then and time was running short so I just reached down and stroked his cock a couple of times and told him I had to go. I desperately wanted to pull his cock out again and suck it, but I thought I had better get out now while I had some willpower remaining. All I told my boyfriend when he asked was they had great spa facilities, and I changed the subject to "How was golf?" He started telling about various shots, how the other guys did, and complaining about some slow people in front of them that delayed things. I was not really listening though. I told him not worry about it and he should get cleaned up so we could go out to dinner because I was starving. I guess going to the spa has given me a good appetite. We had great sex that night and I will admit that once or twice I imagined my experiences from the spa. That is my story of the time I had had sex with an older black man. I hope it is not my last for either. I have had many dreams about Alan's massage. I have had nice massages since then, but nothing before or after has compared with my Hilton Head massage. I have not been back, but I still have his card.