I arranged a massage at home after pulling a hamstring at the gym. I contacted Jules, my usual therapist, who was fully booked, and her co-worker Lucy.
Jules offered me her friend, Mae, who she said is very good with training injuries and has worked a lot with sports teams.
I agreed, as I needed a massage, and soon. I was told that Mae would contact me to arrange a time and place.
Later in the day, I received a text message from Mae inviting me to attend her home, where she had a studio, at a specific time and day. In the message, she advised I wear swim trunks to give her better access to the injury site.
I contacted Jules, asking what I should expect from Mae and what she was like. Mae was described as short and petite in build but very strong and good at her job.
At eight thirty am the following morning, I arrived at Mae's house, a big detached house in the country just a few miles out of our town.
There was one other car parked in the driveway. There was a sign beside the front door giving directions to the studio. The studio was a detached single-story building at the rear of the property.
I rang the bell on the studio door. A tiny black lady opened the door straight away. She introduced herself as Mae.
Mae was only five feet tall with very tiny features, all except her enormous breasts, which were at least a d-cup. I guessed she was about twenty-five years old and very attractive, with a huge mass of afro-styled hair.
Mae wore just a simple black robe or housecoat with gold writing on the breast; it was buttoned up, and her ample breasts were hard to miss. She had left the top button undone; she probably couldn't do it up because of her breasts, and the bottom two were also undone, giving me a good view of her shapely short legs. Mae was barefoot and had tiny, wide feet, about a size three or four.
We made our introductions, and I was made aware we had plenty of time as her new appointment was not until eleven.
Mae handed me a towel, directed me to the changing room, and said, "When you are ready, meet me in the studio." Pointing to a door further along the corridor.
As I walked away, she said, "It is your choice; you can either do it naked or keep your trunks on."
I stripped off so I was naked, wrapped the big fluffy towel around me, and made my way to the studio.
The studio was a large, well-lit room with crisp white walls and a mirrored ceiling. The bench or table was in the centre of the room and was surrounded by cupboards and work surfaces on every side, which contained lots of bottles of oils, potions, towels, and cloths.
We had a ten-minute consultation at her desk, where she recorded all my details on her laptop along with my requirements. During this, I could hardly take my eyes off her huge black breasts and her cleavage, which seemed to go on forever.
At the end of the consultation, I was asked to lay flat on the table, face down. As soon as I was comfortable, she removed the towel and gasped.
I said, "Sorry, I guess you didn't expect me to be naked."
She replied, "No, I didn't, but that was very unprofessional of me."
I was quite uncomfortable in my groin area, as my cock had swelled considerably during the consultation, looking at her cleavage. I was worried now that if I opened my legs, she would see my cock, or at least a few inches of it.
Mae started the massage by applying warm oils to the backs of my legs and concentrating mainly on the injury site at the back of my right leg. It felt good, and the view was also not bad. I had my face through the hole in the table and had a good view of her perfect little legs, and each time she moved, I got a view of her G-string, which hardly covered her pussy.
She was good; she gave both legs equal time using her hands and the electric pads, which she controlled from her phone.
I was so relaxed that I drifted off and was in a light sleep when I felt a hand open my legs slightly and another little gasp, then a hand brushed against my cock as she continued to massage me manually.
My cock was out of control and growing beneath me. It was a struggle to lay flat, as it was becoming increasingly uncomfortable due to the size of my cock.
Mae said, "Would you like to turn over so I can get to your thigh muscles?"
I said, "I can't really; I have a problem."
She giggled and said, "I noticed. I have a towel ready to hide your embarrassment."
I said, "If you are okay with it, I will turn over, but I am sorry that you have to put up with that. We can call it a day if you would rather reschedule."
She said, "I have seen enough erections in here, so don't worry, it happens."
I slowly turned over and lay on my back with my nearly ten-inch cock pointing up at the ceiling mirrors.
Mae gasped again, and she apologised for her unprofessionalism. She said, "I have seen plenty of cocks, but none as big as that."
I said, "Thank you," as I tried to cover it with my hands.
Mae encouraged me to relax in the hope that my cock might also relax.
She went back to massaging me, starting at my ankles and working slowly up to my thighs, all the while failing to take her eyes off my cock.
While she massaged my thighs, she occasionally brushed my balls with her hands. I moved my legs a bit further apart, allowing her full access to my inner thighs and hairless balls.
Mae said, "Not many men your age shave their balls and pubic area; I find that really nice and so clean."
Mae paused with the manual massage and applied the electric pads to my thighs. When she activated these with her phone, the pulses made my cock jump and twitch, which got her full attention and made her smile.