The Masseuse

Part 1

I stared out the window, watching, scanning faces of random strangers, looking for one that’ll seem familiar. I wasn’t excited or angry, I was just numb. Still staring out the window, my mind replaying the events of the past few days and how I got to this moment. I double tapped on my phone screen to check the time, 8:55 am. Our date was scheduled for 9:00 am but I got here 10 minutes earlier to get a head start. Already had two shots of tequila to loosen up my mood while I stare at the strangers walking in the streets.

I blinked and I saw you. How did I know it was you? Oh, that bit was easy. Though I had pictures of you already but meeting someone for the first time after just two days of texting on tinder makes you observant. You walked into the bar with your phone in your hand, scanning through everyone while taking a glance back at your phone. A usual move for a first-time meeting. That aside, I recognized your facial features and aura immediately as that was what made me swipe right.

Your manners were impeccable and your speech was eloquent. After the usual pleasantries and compliments of looking more beautiful in person, you smoothly eased yourself into the chair opposite mine. Your cologne filled the air immediately. Not so strong but intoxicating. Nice and mesmerizing. You smelt clean and fresh. Made me smile and relax a bit.



“You started without me” I remember you teasing with a smile. Not the question I was expecting I must say. I expected you to ask “who drinks tequila in the morning?” but I’m not good at guessing and you’re not good with expectations.

Our conversation started immediately with me quickly adjusting from my sullen mood to a chatty and lively persona. Asking and answering boring “getting to know each other” questions while eating grilled chicken, which you ordered, and more shots of tequila which I insisted on.



From the moment I swiped right, I knew what I wanted at the end of this date and two days of chatting on tinder showed you wanted the same thing. Here we were two days later, chatting in this restaurant I picked right in the heart of the city, open for all to see, and my attraction to you heightened. You are a tall, dark man with muscles toned from probably lifting heavy things often but not going to the gym. Your dreadlocks were short but long enough to weave with each other. I could imagine being closer to you, standing on my tiptoes and running my hands through them. You picked your words carefully, said them gently, and laughed heartily without breaking eye contact. You looked at me like you were trying to discern a secret, solve a mystery, pull me apart, and put me back together like a puzzle. The look made me nervous at first and I believe that was your intention.



You complimented my beauty again and I smiled politely.



I asked about your job and you laughed. I found your career choice interesting and fitting for you. A masseuse. It made me feel you knew your way around the human body in both a sensual and sexual way. It made me feel you would be gentle with your touch but your intention would be clear. Your mind working in unison with your hands, aiming to relieve pain and release tension while achieving relaxation and pleasure. This also made you look dangerous.

The conversation shifted from platonic and boring talks to sexual and intense whispers quickly as that was our reason for being here. You had said you wanted to give me a happy ending. A happy ending right after a massage. A massage from a professional masseuse and a happy ending from an interesting man was something to look forward to.



Society makes you think the perfect time for a date that will lead to regrettable passionate sex is at night when the music is loud, your hormones are raging and sin is ever-present in the air.

But in an almost empty restaurant, late in the morning with the sunlight piercing through the windows, I could easily see the fire in your eyes when you asked me “what type of panties are you wearing?”. I didn’t need to worry about the guy sitting nearby with the expensive grey suit on and the self-righteous expression listening to me when I answer “I am wearing a black lace thong”. There was no one to turn around and see you swallow hard without taking your eyes off me as you picture me without the dress on, wearing nothing but the black lace thong.

Your look made my pussy wet, throbbing with anticipation of what was to come. You looked aroused. I liked that. I dipped my chicken in the sauce and took a bite. You had instructed the server not to make the chicken or the sauce spicy. We both knew why. I crossed my legs under the table, hoping to contain the fire that was building between them. You smiled. I had always thought swiping right on random strangers to meet genitals was wild as there was no guarantee there will be sexual chemistry. But the sexual chemistry here was electric, charging, and heating the atmosphere around us. Maybe it was so intense because I needed to let go of some frustration and steam. Just like being starved for a long time and finally perceiving the aroma of a delicious meal. I wanted to push the table aside, sit on your thighs and pull my dress up while I hold your head in place and devour your lips with my eyes closed. I wanted to feel your arousal bulging against your well-tailored pants, struggling to be free. But patience, they say is a virtue and I knew the time for that would come.



You put the glass to your lips and took a shot. Dropped the glass on the table and licked your upper lip and I wondered how an act so simple could feel so sexual and intimate.

The server brought another serving of grilled chicken with two bottles of water and you gave me that knowing smile. We were really hungry, might not be for just food but it was an important part of that hunger, and between the shots of tequila, the tasty chicken, and raging hormones, we needed a cold bottle of water for balance. So, I ate and enjoyed the meal knowing I needed my strength. I drank and took more shots knowing I needed my guts.



I liked you! Not just because you were dark and tall and exuded so much sex appeal. But it was the mystery that came with you. The secrets hidden in your eyes and the confidence that surrounded you. You knew how to hold my gaze and say the naughtiest things while keeping a straight face. Just like you knew how to hold my hand while leading me out of the restaurant an hour later.