AMP girl Julie

The feelings I get for my AMP providers, some would call love. I don’t believe in the word, but I do believe in the neurochemical cocktail of Oxytocin and Dopamine, called love. Nothing I could imagine would send more of these chemicals to the brain than having every inch of your body tenderized by the skilled, non-judgemental and patient hands of an AMP provider.

My provider was not the hottest, a 30 something Asian named Julie who wouldn’t stand out in a crowd. She was soft, almost motherly in her mannerisms, not wearing the usual smock with lingerie underneath that hinted at the more prurient services to be had. Yet something about her gave her away as a pro. Maybe she wasn’t a full service provider now, but I had the sense she had been at some time.

My primary reason for being here today was for the massage anyway, my body wasn’t taking to my new regimen of workouts so well, so I agreed to the session. Though it didn’t seem likely I would be getting laid tonight.

The deal was simple, 30 minutes of deep tissue massage followed by 30 minutes of therapeutic body scrub. I was wondering at what point “extras” could be negotiated. The massage was good, but done using a thin towel like some kind of body prophylactic. It was strange, but I was too busy being kneaded into a soft pile of dough to care.

30 minutes passed quickly. Julie left to prepare the bath and told me in a thick accent to put on a cheap robe and pair of boxer shorts. The boxer shorts, oddly enough, looked almost identical to the pair I wore into the massage parlor. But these reminded me of something a hospital might provide, thin, stiff and feeling like they had just had a commercial grade wash and disinfecting.

I walked the 6 steps across the hall to the shower room where the air was already getting thick with the damp heat of the bath water. She told me to take off the boxer shorts. It seemed a little ridiculous to be asked to take the shorts off less than a minute after being asked to put them on. But I just took it all in stride.

Julie asked me to lie down on a vinyl table that was an unattractive shade somewhere between orange and red. It was face down at first. I was doused with water just a few degrees away from being scalding. It felt great.

I was rubbed down and rinsed of various soaps, moisturizers and exfoliants. Julie gave special attention to the back door like only the best AMP providers do. I managed a chubby even though it was squashed between my body and the towel-covered vinyl of the table.

She asked me to turn over, draping a wet towel over my junk. I was pitching a huge tent. Julie worked the front of my body the same way she had worked the back. But I was getting antsy. I had a raging hard on now that was determinedly pushing against the towel that tried to restrain it.

Then Julie grabbed my hand and slapped a handful of moisturizing soap into it. I was wondering what to do with this when she moved my hand toward my hard on. Now it was clear, there was no more mystery as to what could be had at this AMP. I was like a kid at Christmas, excited and tantalized, fantasizing over how fantastic his present is going to be, only to find out that it is a pair of pink bunny slippered PJs.

Nevertheless, I started stroking my cock. It felt good to get some direct attention after all the build up. But it didn’t feel quite right, and I couldn’t quite finish myself off, even though Julie kept encouraging me to do so. I asked her to just touch it a little bit. She complied! But she only grazed it a couple times with the back of her hand.

That wasn’t going to do. She had gone back to lathering my chest. I reached up and grabbed her hand, guiding it down onto my cock. She didn’t object, but stroked it a few times and then moved her hands away again.

I reached up and guided her hands back down again. This time I didn’t take my hands away from hers. So with my hands on top of hers I guided her into giving me a HJ.

She kept wanting to stroke near the head, and I kept guiding her hands to stroke near the base. It wasn’t long until I came. I wouldn’t have thought after nearly an hour of massage and table shower that there was any tension left in me, but there was, and as I came that last bit of tension was drained.

After that came some final rinsing and cleaning. I stood up and she toweled me off. I tried to remember the last time someone beside myself toweled me off. It would have been my mother or grandmother and I would have been very young.

Julie gave me the boxers to wear again for the 6-step journey across the hall. Back in the room I got dressed and made some small talk. Endorphins rushing through my body, I felt a great sense of fondness for her, this non-descript, unassuming, aging and quiet woman.

I tipped her well, she gave me a hug and walked me out and told me to come back and see her soon. I was feeling so good I thought I actually might.