8 Hands & The Moola Mantra - Part 1

She had a model's height and carried her lean body with grace. I never would have guessed that she did anything other than stroll down a strobe lit runway wearing designer fashions.  Her name was Ann, according to her Craigslist Ad, and she was walking towards our hotel room in two inch pumps, a black unitard, and a gray halter t-shirt which said "Ann's Hands". 

Ann's advertised specialty was "An Actual Professional Massage with The Benefits of A Happy Ending!"; and Amber had NEVER had a massage before. She had mentioned several times that she had fantasized about a stranger touching her all over... getting her wet by "accidentally" touching certain areas. These were fantasies with a male masseuse, but considering her new experiences with Nicole, I figured it might be ok to have a female. 

Ann walked to the door I stood at - admiring her every step. I guess I was blocking the room number because she held up 8 fingers and said, "room 8?".  As dopey as it felt, I stepped to the side, revealing the magic number.  She introduced herself and we committed to some small talk; like two boxers feeling each other out. In this case, we were probably looking for some assurance that the other wasn't crazed.  I must say, she spoke much better than she dressed.  We had a friendly hug and she walked back to her car to get her massage table.

Amber & Nicole had been looking through the blinds the entire time.  They had no clue what was going on. I stepped back inside and ushered them away from the window to prolong the suspense as long as possible.  I cuffed Amber's face and gave her a passionate kiss. This was for her. Her first massage and more...  As Amber and I were smooching, Nicole made it back to the blinds and saw Ann walking back with her table.

Nicole: what did you dooooo!

She was laughing as she sqeeked those words. She kissed Amber on the back of the neck. They locked arms and Nicole walked her to the window.

Nicole: are we all getting a massage? Amber you're about to loose you massage virginity!

Amber just looked at me with those 'thank you' eyes and smiled on her way to the ladies room.

Ann walked into our hotel room, kicked off her shoes and set up her table. As the table took form, she began to explain to Amber the many benefits of massage.

• Reduce spasms and cramping.
• Relax and soften injured, tired, and overused muscles.
• Release endorphins—amino acids that work as the body’s natural painkiller.
• Relieve migraine pain.
• Improve the condition of the body’s largest organ—the skin.
• Increase joint flexibility.
• Lessen depression and anxiety.
• Promote tissue regeneration, reducing scar tissue and stretch marks.
• Pump oxygen and nutrients into tissues and vital organs, improving circulation.
• Ease medication dependence.
• Enhance immunity by stimulating lymph flow—the body’s natural defense system.

I was very impressed with her professional presentation. It was so good to Amber that she began to remove her clothes as Ann laid a sheet over the table. Nicole and I retreated to the nearby bed. We must of looked like a couple of open-mouthed kids seeing something which promised to be pleasing on so many levels. I propped pillows up, reclined and Nicole rested her head on my chest.

Ann: do you have any aches or pains right now?

All 3 of use laughed as Ann waited for an answer. 

Amber: hehe, no, I'm ready to relax.

Ann: great, I'm going to wash my hands and you can get on the table face down.

Amber had removed her clothes and was standing there with a naughty smile on her face.

Me: you look great babe! 

She mounted the table and said, "you have a stop watch; I'll bet I could cum in less than 60 seconds!" 

Nicole: I'll race you!

Ann returned with a small bottle of oil and calmly said,  "slow down you 3, this is an hour massage". What else did she have in that bag of hers, which by the way, I never saw her bring in the room.

This was going to be fun. Ann is cool - Amber & Nicole are happy and relaxed... Not to mention that all 3, maybe 4 of us were horny as hell! Ann turned on some music; something she called "The Moola Mantra (Part 1) by Deval Premal. Neither of us had any idea what or who it was, but it fit somehow. 

PART 2