Magic Hands

by Brenda Stokes Lee

  In just a few moments John felt his semen squirt from his dick, right into her throat. Summer’s fingers moved to his anus. He moaned as he felt his balls refill. The massage of his prostate gland tipped the scales. Summers sucking mouth had the detective singing soprano and he was clearly a baritone. The gifted, young woman was so skilled that she kept him coming for several agonizing minutes.

  John grunted as the last drop of his scalding cum flooded into the sucking mouth of his beautiful Thai masseuse. Raising her head, she licked her lips. Then she smiled at him. “I take it that you’ve enjoyed your experience at Magic hands.”

  “Thoroughly,” John grinned as he pulled her up over his body. He kissed her soft, pouty, lipstick stained lips. His tongue slid into her mouth. His hand grabbed her tiny ass, and held her to him.

  John was pleasantly surprised. Their session had been a lot more intimate and intense than he had expected. And although he had sworn never to let another woman into his life, John found himself infatuated with Summer. He felt such an attraction to this tiny woman he didn’t know what to make of it.

  They locked eyes and smiled at each other. They shared another tender kiss, before Summer regretfully pulled away. “Thank you for choosing Magic Hands. I hope you will consider us for all of your massage needs.”

  “I certainly will,” John nodded. “Thank you. You’re great.”

  “It’s my pleasure,” she smiled as she put her robe back on. “You may get dressed now. I will meet you out front when you are ready.”

  “Thank you,” he answered.

  Seconds later, she was gone. John pulled on his shorts with shaky hands. As he put on his jeans and shirt, he pondered what had happened. He wasn’t certain that Summer had broken the law. When he thought about it, he realized he was the one who initiated the sex act. In fact, Summer never once mentioned sex or money. In retrospect, he decided he had nothing on her. A jury might view the sex act as innocent and mutually consensual. He’d have to visit again.

  After pulling himself together, he walked out to the front desk. Summer was on the phone when he came out. For some reason, when she smiled at him, his heart started to pound. With considerable difficulty, he pushed his feelings for Summer aside, and he paid for his massage, making sure he got a receipt.

  John needed the receipt to start building the evidence file. He knew his assignment wouldn’t be as easy as he initially thought. Although he needed to see if more than one girl was offering sex for money, he wanted to see Summer, again. And as he made a second appointment, he heard himself ask if she would honor him by being his personal masseuse.

  Summer blushed as she took the appointment. She, too, was puzzled by their incredible connection. She’d been abused when she was younger. The experience made her cynical about men and sex. Ironically, it was the reason she ran the massage parlor. It was merely a way for her to have sex, while feeling nothing for the man in the process. Men where only good for sex and money in her opinion. She had never felt anything but contempt for her male clients who came for sex, until she met John.

  John literally disrupted her world. Summer felt so attracted to him and so drawn to him physically and emotionally that it had shocked her. She found herself watching him leave, wishing he’d stay, and looking forward to his next appointment. Her feelings for him scared her.

  Chapter Three

  The next two days crawled by for John. He found himself snapping at his colleagues for no reason. God forbid, anyone would ask him about his case. He really let them have it. His experience at Magic Hands had gotten under his skin. John couldn’t get it, or Summer off of his mind. He thought about her constantly. So, as John drove to the massage parlor, he was determined to build a case on her. Maybe, once he arrested her it would end the crazy thoughts, he was having about asking her out.

  When Summer led him into the private room, he immediately felt the forbidden tug of attraction to her. He didn’t want his feelings for her to be real, but they were. He prayed they were strictly, sexually based, but he knew they were deeper than that.

  Yes, he was definitely sexually attracted to Summer. In fact, the moment she touched him, his dick twitched and came to life. He tried counting backwards from one hundred to stop the ache in his groin. It didn’t work. He wanted her, plain and simple. Unbelievably, his affection for her exceeded his desire to sleep with her.

  “My back has been bothering me,” he told Summer.

  “Has it been giving you a lot of pain?”

  “It’s a dull pain, but I can feel the tension throughout my body.”

  Summer smiled, nodding that she understood. “The tension should be released during the massage. I’m certain you will feel relief, very soon.”

  “Good... That would be great.”

  It was a lie. John’s back was fine. It was simply a cover story. He felt bad for lying to her, but it was his job. Arresting her was his job. He liked her, but he had a job to do. So, he shrugged off the feeling of guilt as the door was quietly closed.

  John debated whether to put on the robe. He decided that not doing so would look suspicious. He hung his jeans and shirt on a hook on the door. He was sliding off his boxer shorts when the door opened. Summer entered, looking even prettier than before, dressed in a dangerously short, red and gold Kimono.

  Summer was exquisite. There was no doubt about that. John had to bite his lip to stop his dick from rising full mast. She smiled, spotting his stirring arousal. With a raised eyebrow she looked at him, but reserved comment.

  Completely naked, John shrugged, not embarrassed in the least. There was no way to hide it. His boner was clearly visible, but neither of them cared. Summer didn’t seem at all embarrassed by his erection. John realized that made sense, considering her job.

  “Lie down on the floor mat, and we’ll get started.”

  “Instead of the table?”

  “Yes... I want to try something different this time,” she explained.

  “Okay... Not a problem,” he said. With a slight bend of the knee, John dropped to the floor and made himself comfortable on the massage pads.

  Summer immediately went to work. Her touch was electric, this time. When she started to run her fingers delicately over his neck, shoulders and back, he squirmed. Tiny sparks of electricity coursed through him, as her hands glided over his body, massaging his flesh. The tension in his body quickly melted away and John relaxed, instantly.

  Leaning over him, Summer’s silk robe fell open, revealing her naked breasts. They were just inches from the detective’s mouth. “Any tension anywhere in your body?” she asked as she massaged his bare ass.

  “Oh, like you wouldn’t believe,” John chuckled.

  They both laughed, realizing what she had said. Considering his huge erection, it seemed like a silly question. “Besides that... Do you have tension in any other part of your body?”

  “The pain in my back has my entire body tense,” John lied.

  “No problem,” she responded. “I’ll take care of it,” Summer assured him. “By the end of the session you’ll be fully relaxed.”

  “I hope so,” he answered.

  At first, John was surprised by the roughness of her touch. Summer was giving him a different massage from the last time. She sensed his confusion and explained. “I thought you could use a Thai, deep tissue massage.”

  “Is that where you’re from?” he asked, curious about her mixed raced heritage.

  “My mother is Thai, and my father is African American,” she answered. “I’m Blasian,” she added.

  “Really... I didn’t notice,” John teased.

  “You didn’t?” she asked, surprised.

  “Yeah... Actually, I figured it out when we met. I’m pretty observant.”

  “Does it bother you that I’m not Thai?”

  “Why would it?” he casually asked. “Technically, you’re as much Thai as you are black. So, you are Thai.”

  “I guess you’re right,” she sighed. “Most people don�
�t understand. They don’t think I should work in a Thai massage parlor. Imagine what they’d think if they realized I own the place.”

  “I’m not most people,” John responded. “And who cares what people think. Their hang-ups are simply that... Their hang-ups.”

  “I know... But sometimes it’s difficult to just dismiss racial bias. I get it from all sides, white, black and Asian. People are so cruel and evil.”

  “I’ll agree with you there.”

  “You’re different. I could tell it from our first session.”

  “...Good different, or bad different?” John asked.

  “Good different... Definitely, good different,” she affirmed.

  Her strong manipulations and movements of his limbs hurt slightly at first, but as she continued John felt the tension ease. When she used her elbows to get deep into his tissue, he really felt relief. His eyes rolled closed and he sighed with pleasure. And once her tiny feet became involved in the massage John felt like he was in paradise.

  Summer moved to sit in front of his head. Then she put her feet on his shoulders, pushing down to work on his neck with her feet. John’s eyes widened as he realized that her legs were open. She was nude beneath her robe. He could see her pussy, staring back at him.

  He swallowed hard and tried to look away, but he couldn’t. As she moved her feet, he could see her pussy lips open and close. His eyes rolled closed, for a moment, as he felt his dick surge. He licked his lips, wishing that he could lick Summer’s pussy lips instead. He wondered if she was expecting him to make a move. Did she know that she was exposing her pussy to him? He sensed she wasn’t aware of it. At any rate, she got the same results. John wanted to make love to her, again.

  “Can I ask you a question?” she timidly asked.

  “Sure... Go ahead.”

  “Are you Thai?”

  “Yes and no,” he replied. “My parents were born in Thailand. I’m Asian American. I was born here, in Newark, which is why I have a common American first name. My parents wanted me to fit in.”

  “Did it work?”

  “Pretty much... I never really had an issue.”

  “Do you speak Thai?”

  “Naturally,” he chuckled. “My parents wouldn’t have it any other way. They wanted to be sure I embraced my Thai heritage. Besides, my grandparents can’t speak English,” he explained. “What about you?”

  “Yes... My mother was born in Thailand. She speaks a little English. And my father’s Thai is horrible. So, I’m the interpreter.”

  “That’s weird.”

  “How so?”

  “How did they get together to conceive you?”

  “Well, they say love is the universal language,” Summer chuckled. “My father was in the army, stationed in Thailand when they met. I guess my mother knew just enough English to talk to my dad at a local bar. The rest as they say is history. Since then, my dad has picked up a little Thai to communicate with her, but not a lot.”

  Summer changed position, exposing more of her crotch. John drew in a deep breath, quickly trying to control his raging hard dick. Summer didn’t seem to notice when he adjusted it beneath him. She had her own agenda.

  She straddled his body, pressing her naked pussy against his bare ass as she leaned forward to work on his back. John could swear that her pussy was wet, but he knew that was just his male ego talking. There was no way such a beautiful young woman would get wet for him, he thought. He was wrong.

  Unbeknown to John, Summer was attracted to him. After massaging his muscular frame, she wanted him. This was weird. Something like this never happened. Summer had issues with men. She couldn’t believe a man could make her feel anything other than contempt. In her mind they were all predators.

  Oddly, Summer liked John. She wished that she could get to know him better. She wished they’d met under different circumstances. Maybe they would have been friends, even lovers.

  She moved from his ass. “Please roll over so I can work on your chest.”

  John was hard. He considered refusing, because of his erection. It was unprofessional, considering the true reason he was there. But there was a part of him that screamed damn the assignment. That part of him wanted her to see how hard he was for her.

  Summer was stunning, and John was strongly attracted to her. She had shown him her pussy. She’d even rubbed it on his ass, even if it was just part of her job. She’d seen his dick hard before. She wouldn’t be offended by his arousal, he decided.

  John told himself that all of this was merely part of her job. He was certain he wasn’t the first guy that made her pussy wet. And he was pretty sure he wouldn’t be the last.

  Honestly, he wished that he wasn’t investigating her. He liked Summer. Against all odds, he’d begun to have feelings for her. He’d love to see where they’d take him. Unfortunately, if Summer was running a prostitution ring like he suspected, they were on a dead-end street, and Summer was on her way to jail.

  At this point she was kneeling by his side. “Would you like me to massage your front?” she asked, sensing his reluctance to turn over.

  “I’d love for you to massage my front,” John smiled, finally rolling onto his back.

  “What about him?” she coyly asked.

  “Yes... He definitely could use a massage,” John grinned as he removed her robe.

  In awe, John took a deep breath as Summer’s dark, caramel flesh was slowly revealed. Summer’s body was spectacular. Her small breasts were firm, topped with chocolate nipples that made John’s mouth water. Her waist was tiny, and her belly was flat.

  She was in peak health. Her body was tone, but soft and inviting. Instantly, he wanted to touch her. He wanted to hold her in his arms. He wanted to caress her body with his thick tongue. And he wanted to take her hard and fast.

  “That’s enough for today,” Summer said, announcing to him that his massage was over.

  A disappointed smile transformed John’s handsome face. He was confused, wondering if he hadn’t tipped enough last time to be offered sex. His heart dropped and he expected her to leave the room, but she didn’t. Instead, her mouth slid down over the head of his dick in one swift, smooth, decisive movement.

  Groaning deeply, his ass lifted from the mat as he felt her tongue swirl over the head of his cock. Then it traveled along the shaft. Her mouth was hot and eager as it sucked his manhood. Summer didn’t know it, but she was blowing his cock and his mind at the same time.

  John lay on the floor mat with his hips moving slightly, enjoying the amazing rush of having such a pretty woman suck him off. She was giving him the best blow job he’d ever experienced in his entire life. Summer may have been young, but she knew exactly how to fellate a dick until it felt as though it would explode.

  Summer continued to work her magic and John loved every second of it. When she finally brought him to orgasm, she sucked greedily as he shot his hot cream into her mouth. It was incredible, she drank his cum right from his dick as if it was a faucet.

  John could tell by the gentle moans of pleasure she was making that Summer enjoyed it. He reached out to caress her breasts. Pulling the petite beauty into his arms, he kissed her full lips. Summer didn’t hesitate to kiss him back.

  Rolling her onto her back, he climbed between her legs. Spreading his body over her petite frame, he licked his way down the center of her body. Stopping briefly to sample her breasts, he made his way to her sex.

  Summer whimpered softly as his tongue drilled into her belly button. It was a prelude of what would soon come. Grabbing a fist full of his black hair, she maneuvered his head until his face was flush with her pussy. Then she pulled him to her.

  John knew what she wanted. Nobody wanted it more than him, not even Summer. Without hesitation, he spread her legs around his head and dived in, tongue first. Like an alley cat licking a bowl of warm cream, he devoured her pussy. One lick at a time, he brought her closer and closer to annihilation. And as his hot mouth closed over her swollen clit, Summer clim
axed.

  And at the height of her release, John took her. Hard and fast he clashed into her. Reveling in every sound, sensation and emotion, he made love to her. And when passion overtook lust, an explosion went off in his head and he released.

  Chapter Four

  As John paid, he decided to make an appointment for another session the following day. “Do you have any openings for tomorrow... Preferably the same time as today?”

  “Did you enjoy your massage, Mr. Srisuk?” Summer smiled.

  John replied, “Yes! You blew my mind,” he nodded. “I’ve never felt better.”

  “I’m glad you enjoyed it. It was my pleasure to help you relax,” she assured him. “Yes, I can accommodate you tomorrow.”

  Their eyes met as he prepared to leave. Her longing for more, mirrored his. John could no longer pretend his attraction for her was a fluke. He knew there was no way he could arrest Summer. He realized that no matter what, he couldn’t allow her to be arrested and put on trial for prostitution.

  He had to protect her, somehow, even if it cost him his job. “I appreciate it,” he said. Something came over him. John didn’t understand why, but he leaned over the counter and kissed her mouth, softly. Summer pressed her lips onto his and they shared their first kiss outside of their professional careers.

  “Mr. Srisuk, I’m due for a break. Do you have time to share a cup of tea with me?”

  “Yes... I was going to ask you out for a cup of coffee, but tea is great,” he answered, eagerly accepting her offer.

  Summer led John to her office and brewed him a cup of tea. Their conversation was light and easy, mostly first date type stuff. Summer was comfortable with John, so she snuggled in his arms on the sofa in her office. She sighed happily, content for the first time ever. It felt good to allow a man into her personal space without paying for the privilege.