Couchsurfing Massage

A few years ago I was driving across country and trying to be cheap, so I used couchsurfing to find a place to crash in a small midwestern city. This was at the house of a single woman, who said that she did massages and other small business ventures.

When I reached the address she gave me I saw the old house was a ramshackle mess. Inside, boxes and all kinds of unbox miscellaneous junk filled most of the common rooms, with just a little walking space in between. The guest bed was unmade and dirty. She apologized briefly for this but I balked and said I wasn't sure I could stay and could seek a hotel. She told me that I was one of her first guests and liked the fact that I was a long-time couchsurfer so she was hoping she could get a good reference. She said I must be tired after driving all day and offered a massage if I would stay. I really wasn't eager to get on the road again even for just a few miles so I accepted, hoping it would be worth it.

I first showered and then got on her massage table with a towel. She was dressed lightly, showing her ample figure, her large breasts prominent as she stood in front of me. She then quickly lathered my back with oil and began a very steady relaxing massage. This was indeed just what I needed, and her strong hands never let up the vigorous pressure I most enjoyed. She did my back, arms, and legs, and then asked if she could do my hips. I said this was fine, so she moved the towel away and began pressing me there to my great pleasure. After doing the sides for a while she moved around the rest of my butt a bit, which I found delightful, and responded by spreading my legs a bit. My dick briefly hardened in an awkward position so I wiggled a bit, and she asked if I was comfortable; I said needed to adjust something and quickly centered my cock with my hand. She resumed rubbing me, but I kept my legs opened so she could see the effect she was having on me. Finally she touched the inside of my thighs for a moment, making me moan, and then very slightly rubbed her finger along my cock. Now I was just gibbering in pleasure, saying "that's so good, that's so good" over and over again. After a few minutes she asked if I wanted to turn over; I did, and she oiled her hands again and immediately started stroking the erect cock I presented to her. I gripped the side of the table for several minutes in ecstasy as she stroked me with her strong hands, watching me with what looked like just professional, objective interest and only a faint smile. Finally it became clear I was about to come and she went just a little faster, watching closely as I began to spurt hot cum into the air and onto her hands. She gradually reduced her stroking but kept it up for several minutes as many spasms of pleasure passed through my body, until finally I was done and she cleaned us both up with a towel. I thanked her and quickly went to bed.

In the morning I got up early and thought about waiting around for her, but really had to get back on the road. The bed was not very comfortable and nothing about the place looked better in the morning daylight. But I left a short thank you note, and a generally positive review on her profile. I knew if I saw her in person again I'd probably be seeking another handjob, and would probably be disappointed to not get it, and it was better not to ask. This was a one-off, not something that could continue, and I took it for what it was.