As I lay back in my seat and closed my eyes I couldn’t help smiling as I though of the raven haired, slim, friendly, young woman who gently rubbed my back as it had never been rubbed before. I had used the same hong kong outcall massage service for three years, yet I had never seen the elegant beauty who caressed me last night. Those dark eyes, oh how those deep, innocent dark jet black eyes gazed at me as though they were trying to understand my soul. She was far more experienced than I thought she was as she prepared my hotel room as her colleagues had done. No that wasn’t quite true. She seemed to care about me far more than the massage therapist’s who had attended to me in the past. I soon heard music playing softly in the background as I lay on my bed and waited for her slender, delicate, hands to work their magic as I knew they would.
I always enjoyed the sombre mood as it allowed me to relax far better than I could at home. The tea lights were delightful as they helped to create a sanctuary where I could share my inner most thoughts knowing they would remain private. My elegant angel touched me tenderly as I knew she would. Her hands seemed to know how and where to touch my body as though they were one with me. My mind began to explore new worlds as she stroked my stomach, inner thighs and penis until I thought I would explode in ecstasy. There was definitely a physical connection between us which went beyond a client-therapist relationship She wasn’t just providing me with an outcall massage in hong kong. My body sizzled as I felt her tiny frame sliding gently over my skin as though it couldn’t get enough of the passionate being on top of it. She took me to the moon and back as her fingers explored my bottom until I finally wrapped my arms around her and felt her body with my hands as I had wanted to do since she arrived.
I knew I would miss her tender touch as I kissed her goodbye knowing I probably wouldn’t see her again. She was my raven haired angel, yet I couldn’t caress her as I wanted to. The thought of not seeing her mystical eyes was far too painful to cope with, yet I had to accept the fact they were never going to gaze at me on a daily basis. I will always miss her as she taught me so many things about myself and other people I had never considered before. She will never know how I feel about her; however, I hope to see her raven colored eyes gazing at me as she takes me to those wonderful worlds I never knew existed until I met her.