Note: You can change font size, font face, and turn on dark mode by clicking the "A" icon tab in the Story Info Box. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements. On a business trip to Bukit Timah, Singapore, I happened by a local massage house to see if I could get a stress knot released from my back. I was initially drawn in by the broken English welcomes of "Hi sah!
We fix you good sah! Come in sah! The masseuse was a cute and petite little thing, and it took almost a half hour for those small hands to get the knot in my back to finally release. While I was still face down on the table, my arms outstretch above my head and those little hands massaging the back of my neck and the top of my shoulders, I decided to chance a move and see if my masseuse was interested in an additional tip. Inching my hand forward slowly to the edge of the table, I could feel the fabric of her pleated skirt brushing against the back of my fingers.
Not noticing any resistance, I continued in my approach. Lying motionless while she continued to rub my shoulders, my hand pressed against her thigh, I felt her changing positions as she slowly started to grind against my now outstretched fingers.
The dampness was readily apparent, even though her skirt. As I began to roll over on the table, she gently worked her way down to my flaccid cock. My stress level and recent long travels had started to take their toll on my body as it took the better part of 15 minutes before my cock would respond to the delicate teasing. Stripping from the waist up, she rubbed her small breasts and erect nipples with the remaining massage oil and then allowed them to drag across my skin as she worked to coax the seed from the depths of my loins.
Swirling her tongue around my glans, I could feel the tingle of my semen starting to churn deep within; struggling, yearning, begging for that sweet release.
