The Tale of the Foxx & the Rabbit

Afternoon Delight: Massage Therapy (Happy Ending) Bunny We can’t seem to get away from D.C. Jon made hotel reservations for the remainder of the week, after arranging for his work-study grad student to fill in with assignments for his classes. We slept in till around noon. Jon orders up a continental brunch as well as some therapeutic massages for later. I have never received a full body therapeutic massage from anyone other than Jon before and so I ask if I’m supposed to be completely nude for it? He replies yes. So I wear a sports bra and leggings down to the spa. Jon’s massage is scheduled for later. I am both nervous and excited about my massage. I really love the way Dr. Foxx pampers me. (Yum) The masseuse is a tall dark-skinned male with a Jamaican accent. He gives me a white hotel robe to wear for when I have completely undressed. I enter the massage chamber and he holds up a long wide towel to cover my back and buttocks as I slip out of the robe and onto the massage table. He asks if I would like a sleep mask and/or small ear buds tuned to my favorite music genre. I say yes to both and request smooth jazz. Once each is made assessable, he begins the deep tissue massage. His hands feel so good, almost as good as Jon’s. Between his soft smooth touch and the therapeutic massage, I find myself dozing off to sleep before regaining consciousness and dosing off again. He whispers in my ear to turn over and I feel him lift the towel slightly to one side to give room for turning over. The Jamaican gentleman then begins to massage my feet. He moves to my calves and thighs before switching up to my neck and shoulders. Again I find myself dozing off to dream land. In my dream, it is now Jon massaging my body. I am getting turned on more and more with each touch. My dream man is now returned to my calves and thighs, inching closer and closer to my private parts. I can feel myself getting moist. He is now spreading my lips open and close, open and close. I can hear myself beginning to moan to the pleasure. My hip are beginning to slowly rotate to the motion of his fingers. It is amazing how real this dream feels. Now I am receiving oral pleasure and it’s just a matter of seconds before I am about to explode! Wait a minute! This is real. And it is too late for me to keep the orgasm from happening! I began to panic. What am I going to do? Jon will kill me. And not to mention, he’s going to beat this guy to within an inch of his life. I began to cry and kick at this guy as I scream. ‘What the hell is wrong with you? What are you doing? My man is going kick your ass and shut this whole massage parlor down!” “Oh pretty lady, please mesa so sorry. Please no tell yo boyfriend. Mesa would lose my job.” I heard a fake ass accent coming from him. “Wait a minute!” I say as I snatched off my mask. Low and behold, there is Jon trying his best to keep from busting out laughing with a shit eating grin on his face. “Babe, that shit is not funny!” I yell. “I know baby, I know. But I couldn’t resist. You are so predictable.” “Oh, I am so upset with you right now.” “I know babe. What if I promise to take you shopping later? Will take let me off the hook just a little?” “Better bring your ‘Black Card’, ‘cause I’m gonna’ put a hurt on it.” And I mean it too! “Yes ma’am, now get outta here. It’s my time to get my massage.” Latter I tried to get him back and slip into his massage section to change places with his female masseuse but ‘Mr. Ninja Ears’ somehow heard my foot steps as soon as I slipped in the door and busted me, spoiling my fun. How does he do that?!!?