I was at the mall a couple years ago. There's a place that does massages and something called "foot reflexology" and I think it sells some random stuff too. You see places like it at a lot of malls and main streets.
When I walked by, the guy running the place was wheeling one of these weird massage chairs out into the mall hallway, in front of the store.
Some places in the mall will have a sales rack or a sign or a few tables and chairs in the corridor like that. But this seemed a little weird to me. Who's going to do that in the mall?
"Free massage today?" he said. It was half an announcement and half a question. I just shook my head no, not trying to get reeled in.
When I go shopping, I'm going for one or two things, and I know that they're there, and I know what they cost, and I know I'm getting the best price out else I'd be going someplace else.
Of course, this time that wasn't the case. I drove all the way out there for nothing, and I would have to drive back again in a couple days, or else look online and then wait a couple weeks.
So I was in a frustrated mood. "Free massage today?," the guy invited again. I stopped and looked around.
"I don't know if you'll get anybody with this." I was serious, kind of ribbing him. He was a little older, shorter, happy looking guy. He said maybe they'd see me and want to go next.
I clicked my neck, still frustrated. I don't know why I stopped. I didn't want to be some sideshow there. It wasn't too crowded, but there were people walking around. But they were kind of avoiding that area, and as the guy standing a bit farther down who asking each person about their phone service.
So I said okay. The chair was weird and kind of low. I was leaning forward with my head and arms on these rests. The guy smoothed out the back of my shirt, and I looked around. Nobody was staring. Everybody was pretty much ignoring us. It felt weird. I guess he felt kind of invisible all that afternoon.
So anyway, he's just kind of giving me a backrub, mostly shoulders, from behind. It's not crazy weird, a little weird for me. But it feels good. His hands are strong.
I didn't even think to ask how long it would take, but I figure it's up to him.
Then he's smoothing out my back again, kind of feeling all up and down my back. Then he moves around so he's rubbing my shoulders from in front of me and off to the side, and he's kind of pushing into my elbow area, like with his belt buckle area.
I didn't move or react. I figured that was maybe part of how it worked. I looked around. There were people all around but nobody knew. He was really pushing into my arm. Then he stopped. Then he moved around again and back into that position. I could've moved my arm in more, but I just stayed how I was.
Then he stopped and walked around me, smoothing my back out again on the way. And then he stood right up next to me at an angle. My arm and hand was on this armrest, and I was low so his waist was just above my hand.
I felt the back of my hand get pushed in by his body, by a specific area of his body. You ever sit next to somebody on a plane or train or bus, and your knees just press against each other and stay that way? It was like that. Just... okay we're going to be pressed against each other.
And as he's moving around, my hand is getting pressed against a lot. I can feel something but I don't know what. It could be his wallet in his front pocket. It's something. I move my hand a little, and my fingers hit his leg, like his thigh. He doesn't say anything.
I move my hand and now there is definitely something basically loose and touching my hand and fingers and palm. I think I know what it is.
Now, I'm not really like that. Maybe back when we were horny teenagers we might've joked around about stuff like that. Maybe somebody pops wood and makes a joke of it instead of hiding it. But this was different, just me and this guy.
And he was a little older, not the kind you might expect. I had a barber like that, same kind of thing, and I just kind of went with it. Nothing happened. Maybe he got a little thrill from it and maybe I did too, just feeling it and wondering.
So I'm in that same situation. I'm not gonna say anything. I'm not gonna pull my hand away. If he doesn't want it then he can move or step back. But he doesn't. And it's not like it's a lap dance. I'm just touching him or I guess he's touching me, or both, through his clothes.
I wonder if he's wearing underwear, probably loose boxers. I'm in tight briefs like always only now they're feeling pretty damn tight. I get hard all the time from just thinking.
I reach my other hand down and adjust a bit to be more comfortable. He says "okay?" I say "yep." He moved back a bit. I don't move the arm that he was on. He reaches over me again, and he's on me.
I decide I'm not going to grab anything or yank or nothing. It's all just an innocent misunderstanding maybe, but I hold my hand in a way that something is definitely running along my fingers.
I look around while I'm like that. It feels weird to have people around while I'm in this position but I kind of like it. I wonder if he likes it. I wonder if he wants me to slide down that zipper I can feel, but I'm just sitting there and pressing, getting pressed against.
Getting touched by a barber or doctor or somebody passing behind you, that always feels weird. If you never touch anyone or get touched, it's just different. And then getting my shoulders rubbed in public is a level up from that. But this secret private touch, that's really doing something to me.
I realize that he is stuck in that one spot now instead of moving around. And it's been maybe ten minutes like that. I have a definite bone and a little wet spot.
Finally he moves on and around back again. He circles around, and I see him adjust himself. He's got an untucked shirt on and loose pants.
He looks around and pats my back and says "Okay! Good? Feel better? Feel okay?"
I sit back and up, and I'm a little sleepy, groggy, like coming out of a weird dream. I fix myself before standing up, and he watches but looks around.
I get up. I thank him. He says to have a nice day. I walk down that weird long hidden side hallway that malls have and go into the restroom and into a stall, and I whip my dick out and pound it until I blast cum out like I haven't in a long time.
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