For the return trip to New Jersey, I decided that I could extend my adventure by taking a day in New York City. I had worked there much of my life and always enjoyed the excitement as well as the diversity. The weather was scheduled to be a warm sunny early Summer day which would facilitate my walking in old neighborhoods and perhaps enjoy some of my old food delights.
I hadn’t been in New York since Covid-19 began and I was curious to learn the current state of affairs. Vaccinations were going well and the new case numbers were decreasing daily and I was fully vaccinated, so the risk seemed minimal and my curiosity was piqued. I also felt that it wouldn’t be too risky to meet a man indoors for some naked time together, so I posted my travel on a site that I used for meeting men.
I was very surprised when I received an email from a man in Florida. Randall was going to be on a business trip to New York and was interested in getting a massage. He declared that he was 64 and orally versatile. I knew his East coast Florida location based upon some nearby family members of mine. I suspected that he was a married man, but I didn’t ask and he didn’t offer.
Randall was staying at a hotel in the financial district and I knew that parking would be a challenge and or expensive. I was fortunate when he suggested a 7:30 PM massage time because I knew that some parking regulations changed at 7 PM and I might be able to just park on the street for free.
In my walking about New York that day, I was surprised to observe more than half of the population was wearing masks even while walking outside. Within the confines of stores, mask wearing was nearly universal. All of the staff who were constantly indoors were comfortably wearing masks. I was also struck by how diverse the population had become. It might have been that Caucasians were now in the minority.
It was a remarkable discovery to find that the broad avenues that allowed easy flow of traffic North and South had become almost impassable. Restaurants now occupied one of the lanes on each side of the road for their outdoor service prompted by Covid-19 restrictions about indoor dining. Delivery trucks which often double parked, were now forced to park in the middle of the road. Only the center lane of the normal five lanes was available for getting to one’s destination. I was certain that New Yorkers just adapted as they always did, likely with some kvetching.
I took great joy in stopping at Zabar’s on the upper West side. I had shopped there many a time and enjoyed the great food stuffs. There were so many kinds of remarkable cold cuts and smoked salmon along with a wealth of cheeses and olives. It was almost like a trip to Europe. I couldn’t prevent myself from buying olives, cheese and a crusty bread to nurture the parts of me that were missing the pleasures of the Continent.
When the massage time approached, I headed to the Financial district and was fortunate to locate a parking space only a few blocks away from my hotel destination. The sun was setting and the sidewalks were only peppered with a handful of pedestrians. It might have even been that way during the working day, since much of Wall Street was working from home during the continuing pandemic.
I readily located Randall who was waiting for me in the lobby of his hotel. He was wearing the business clothes that had been his attire for the working dinner he had attended. Only a tie was missing with the top two shirt buttons undone. He was average height with the usual 20 extra pounds of successful American businessman. His bright white hair was thinning and he kept it combed straight back. He greeted me with a pleasant smile and held out his hand. While many people were foregoing the handshake it made sense for us to touch since there was going to be much more significant touching once we were in his room.
He directed me to the elevator and began a short rant about the neighboring guests to his room. They had been having a night of loud sex which prevented him from getting more than three hours of sleep last night. Once I saw how narrow the hallways were and the small size of the room, I more easily understood how the noise easily travelled. I hoped that Randall wouldn’t fall asleep on me while I was massaging him.
The hotel was a major brand known for quality and the room was well appointed, but it was one of the smallest hotel rooms I had ever been in. The bed took up most of the space. I was fortunate that there was a small desk where I could place my laptop to play the massage music that I liked to use. I directed Randall to get completely naked and prone on the end of the bed with a towel placed underneath. He readily did as requested and I could tell that he was very much in need of some relaxing hands.
I decided to leave the bright lighting on in the room since I always did massage with my eyes closed and Randall would likely have his eyes closed soon enough as well. My oiled hands quickly connected with the traveler’s energy and he exhaled some of his prior night’s negativity. “Oh, that feels so good,” he mumbled into the bedding. His skin was pale for a man who lived in Florida and I wondered if he were a cancer survivor.
I anticipated that his shoulders, which were trying to reach up to his ears, would benefit from significant attention. “Your hands are so warm.” I, too, felt the strong warmth of the Reiki energy as it flowed through me and into the naked recipient on the bed. He would gain much needed benefit from this session.
When I asked Randall to turn over, his smaller than average appendage was in a flaccid state. He had been so in need of relaxation and comfort, that his mind hadn’t wandered into sexual territory. I suspected that that would soon change in this new position. Like many a married man, he didn’t trim any of his white pubic hair, but there wasn’t much anyway.
I used long strokes from shoulders to feet which aroused the inactive member to a more interested state. Randall reached out to touch me and the massage moved into a sexual experience. I allowed my hands to connect with his sexual parts while massaging his legs. Soon four slender inches were pointing towards the ceiling.
I wasn’t much aroused, but I suspected that Randall was much in need of some sexual attention. I leaned forward and licked the tip of his cock before taking just the head into my warm mouth. He didn’t make any sounds but his hands pressed more firmly into my flesh. It was easy to take all of him into my mouth. I sucked with vigor, bobbing my head up and down on the slender shaft. I anticipated that it would take some effort to get Randall to orgasm, so I was quite surprised when a small spurt of semen erupted into my mouth.
Randall’s breathing had come in multiple spurts and I had to encourage him to breath more deeply. He released his hands from my body and relaxed into the bedding. “It’s been a long time since I had that,” he exhaled with gratitude and a relaxed smile. “I had prostate surgery and I don’t produce much anymore, but that was great!”
I returned to massage mode to finish relaxing my client and provide him with the Reiki blessings that I liked to apply. When I was finished, Randall sat upright on the bed and asked, “Will you be around for the next couple of months? I’d like to do this again.” I would have been happy to meet with him again, but I knew that I was going to be traveling across the US again in a few weeks. He was disappointed but happy for the one experience that he was able to enjoy.