With 'release'

Angie smirks at John, her hand resting on her hip.

"That would be an extra $30 tip, Mr. Doe. Cash," is her response.

"That seems very reasonable, Angie. Thank you."

He lies back down and closes his eyes. She starts the boom box, and gentle New Age instrumental music wafts from the speakers. It’s very soothing. He hears her open a bottle, and then rub the oil in both hands vigorously. She starts rubbing the oil into his shoulders, and he moans appreciatively. Angie works his back good and hard, eliciting groans and moans when she finds knots in his muscles and soothes them away. She massages his neck, and then rubs his scalp hard. They are both silent while she works, except for his moans. She stops occasionally to replenish the oil on her hands. She moves down to his ass, working the muscles well after pulling the sheet down to his feet. His cock is at attention, digging into the padding of the table. As she moves down his left leg, he shouts louder as she finds a particularly tight muscle. She does his foot, and then switches legs, ending at his other foot. She recovers him with the sheet up to his lower back.

"Please turn over," she says.

John turns over and resettles the sheet over his lower torso and legs. His erection makes a tent in the fabric. He closes his eyes again, relaxing deeply. While he was flipping over, she pours more oil into her hands. She starts massaging his chest, paying extra attention to his pecs, which brings more loud groans from his throat. She gently rubs his face, forehead and temples, relieving much stress that he holds there. She goes back down his chest and belly, avoiding his groin, as she reaches his legs. She keeps his pelvis covered while she uncovers each leg in turn. She covers his last leg, gets more oil, and then uncovers his very straight penis.

Without a word, she starts rubbing the oil into his erection. Her expert hands firmly grasp the shaft at the bottom and work their way up to the top, coming back down to start all over. She has him moaning and howling. A minute of this treatment has him near blasting. Then she starts moving her clenched hand very rapidly up and down his stiff pole. He can’t hold back any longer, his hips jumping up off the table, and the first squirt of semen flies up to land on his left nipple. The sticky fluid dribbles down his chest and off his side. Most of the rest of it flows down, covering his cock and her hand, finally nestling into his pubic hair. John’s climax subsides, and Angie removes her hand. She grabs a washcloth from the bathroom, getting it wet in the sink. She wipes her hands, and then wipes the spunk off his cock. He feels the warm cloth on his balls and shudders at the sensation. She cleans off the dribble from his side. She throws the rag into the bathroom. She then turns off the boom box.

"I'll go back to the living room, while you get off the table and put something on," she says, as she leaves the room.

He jumps up off the bed, and rewraps the towel around his waist.

"All clear."

She returns, puts away her bottles, folds the sheets, and puts everything into the duffle bag. Then she folds the table back up, again giving John a good look at her posterior. He notices that she has a small damp spot in the crotch of her shorts. Apparently, she got a little excited at his 'release', as well.

He digs in his wallet, and hands her $40 cash.

"Thank you, Angie. It was a great massage."

Angie grins at him, saying, "Sure, you’re welcome. Call again sometime while you’re here."

She grabs her stuff, and he opens and holds the door for her.

"Goodbye, Mr. Doe."

"Goodbye, Angie."

The door closes behind her, and John is left with his thoughts.