The Massage, Some You Win Some You Lose!
by Zak
Copyright© 2026 by Zak
Erotica Sex Story: I was still new to the massage scene, and I had lots to learn and as they say some you win some you lose
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Interracial White Male Oriental Female Massage Masturbation .
I didn’t indulge in my new hobby of massages for a couple of weeks. Then I had a Friday off, so I decided to make another appointment. I fired up my burner phone and sent a text message to Anna, but she replied that she was fully booked until the following weekend. I texted Amy, but she said she was away for the week.
So I fired up my laptop, did some research, and sent some text messages, and I got two replies saying they were free. The first was from a Thai girl; she told me her name was Jenny and that she was working all afternoon. The other was a lady called Mary. She was working from a nearby hotel. I had a look at her images, and she seemed nice. She had a couple of good reviews and seemed to do the sort of thing I was looking for.
I opted for Mary. I replied, and we exchanged a few text messages. We agreed to meet at midday, so I went for a run. When I got home, I had a shower and a shave. I knew the way to the hotel, and on the way, I stopped and got some cash from the ATM.
I got to the hotel with half an hour to spare. I went in and saw a coffee shop. I got a latte and a cookie and sat at a table. There were only two other tables occupied. One was occupied by two young ladies who looked like they had just come out of the gym; the other was occupied by a couple, he looked like a gone-to-seed 70s rock star, and she looked like a page three model who had seen better days.
Something made me look again. There was something about the lady that was familiar. Then it clicked in my head. It was Mary, well, it looked like Mary would look twenty years after the pictures on her profile had been taken. I googled the website again, and the more I looked, the more sure I was.
It had to be her, and if it was, she was not like she described herself. I turned my mobile onto silent and sent a text to say I would be ten minutes late for my appointment.
She picked up her phone seconds later, shook her head, and said something to her partner. Then she tapped a reply into her phone. Seconds later, I felt my phone vibrate.
I gave it five minutes before I typed a reply into my phone. Again, she picked up. I had no doubts that the lady in the coffee shop was Mary and that the pictures on her profile were a few years out of date.
I drank my coffee, blocked Mary’s number on my phone, and headed out towards the carpark.
I was still feeling the itch to have some female company. I texted the Thai girl, and she said she was free. She sent me a text with her address, and I headed over to her apartment. It was a nice, posh block just off the town centre. I guessed it was an Airbnb. I texted her to let her know I was outside, and she sent me the appointment number.
She let me in, and I was surprised at how gorgeous she was. She was wearing a silky kimono, over a matching bra, and panties. She led me into the open-plan apartment.
“My name is Jenny!” she smiled, “Would you like a tea, coffee, or perhaps a water?”
“I would love a water, please!” I replied. She told me to take a seat.
I could see inside the fridge as she took out two bottles of water and walked back to the sofa.
She sat next to me and gave me one of the bottles. I gave the seal a good once over, and it looked new. I opened the bottle and took a sip.
“So, Mister, what are you looking for!!” Jenny smiled.
“I am not sure what you offer?” I asked.
“I do offer a full service. I offer a basic massage with relief or a deluxe massage with relief. This includes a shared shower.” She said and stroked my leg.
I had thought about it for a second or two.
“The deluxe sounds nice!” I said,” Let’s go for that!”
“Good choice, mister!” she smiled, “Are you ready?”
“I am!” I said and returned her smile.
“That will be one hundred!” she smiled, and I gave her the money. She put it on the coffee table. Very trusting, I thought to myself.
She stood up, took me by the hand, and led me into the bedroom area. I noticed there was no massage couch, but there was a large bath sheet on the bed.
“Take off your shoes, please, mister!” she said.
I kicked off my shoes, and then Jenny undressed me. I was already hard by the time she was kneeling in front of me. She slid my boxers down, and I stepped out of them.
“You have a nice big cock, mister!” she giggled and stroked my balls with her long red nails.
Two things went through my head: one, did she say all the guys had nice big cocks, and two, did she call me mister as she couldn’t remember names?
Once I was naked, she stripped off. The kimono was taken off, followed by the bra and panties. It was now obvious she had enhanced boobs, her pussy was shaven, and she had a little tattoo of a butterfly on her hip. She had a great body.
She turned on the shower and waited for it to get to the right temperature. She stepped under the shower, which was angled so it didn’t hit her head, just her body.
She held out her hand to me.
“Come on, mister, let Jenny take care of you!” she said.
I stepped into the flow of the water. Jenny took a flannel and a tube of shower gel and started washing my arms. She was humming as she worked on me.
I was a little taken aback when she washed my armpits. Then she washed my chest and dropped to her knees to wash my cock and balls. She was very thorough.
I gasped as she washed the valleys between my balls and my thighs.
“You’re very tense, mister, you need to relax and let Jenny make you nice and clean!” she giggled. She worked down my thighs and lower legs. Then she worked back up, and I gasped as one of her hands cupped my balls and her other hand gripped the base of my cock.
“You have a nice cock, mister!” she said. I had never thought of my cock as nice, but if she thought it was, who was I to argue?
She stood up and spun me around. I felt her soaping up my arms, my shoulders, and my neck. She soaped me up and swilled me off. Then I felt her washing down my back. It wasn’t long before she was on her knees again. She spent a lot of time washing my buttocks. I tensed up as she opened my buttocks, and I felt her washing my arsehole.
“You need to be clean for the massage, mister!” she giggled.
Once she had cleaned my arsehole, she washed my inner thighs, and I felt her finger tips brush my balls.
She turned off the shower, and I was not sure what to do, to be honest. The only thing that was on my mind was that the shower had taken a good quarter of an hour, and I wondered how long the massage would last.
Jenny stepped out of the shower and took a towel from a stack. She stepped back in and dried my back. She took her time. I have to admit that being washed and dried like this was something I could get used to.
She was as thorough with the towel as she had been with the flannel and shower gel.
“Turn around, please, mister!” she asked, and again she took her time drying me.
Once I was dry, she used the same towel to dry herself, and then she put it in a washing basket. She took my hand and led me into her bedroom.
“Can I use an oil mister?” she asked.
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