I frequently travel abroad working for an international company dealing with potential refugee sites for the UN. One of my soft placeignments happened to take me to Yeravon, Armenia. Being part of the former communist block of nations, a great part of the country still struggles economically and many people hold two different jobs. As I presented my Visa and Passport, I was greeted by a somewhat beautiful woman whose persona was less than cordial. She seemed hard and to the point. But such demeanor is not uncommon where the government has ingrained everyone with suspicion, especially in the former communist European countries. She stamped my passport, asked me a few questions about my business there, asked where I would be staying and how long, and how much money I was bringing into the countryall the usual questions. I grabbed my bags, passed through customs for inspection, and headed out the door to a taxi.

The flight was long with several stopovers and I was sore, not tired so much, but sore from sitting. After checking into my hotel, I decided to have a taxi take me downtown to a nice restaurant. I asked where a good place was to get a massage and the driver turned and smiled.

I know a good place. Its nice there. Get something to eat I wait, and then take you.

Im a little suspicious about any taxi driver that wants to help too much, especially when they know that youre American as it usually means a big price in the end. But big costs are relative. Twenty US dollars is a lot in most places.

He took me to a good restaurant and waited.

I had a glass of wine and a small meal then went outside. We left the city and traveled a few miles.

I cautioned the driver that I didnt want to leave too far, suspecting foul play. No sooner had I told him when we pulled off into a large courtyard area and passed through a huge red stone archway, into what looked like a five star hotel.

In fact it was, along with a nice restaurant, which made me wonder why I wasnt taken there in the first place.

This is good place. Good place for rub. He smiled and took me inside. He spoke a few words in Armenian and then said, I come back in two hours.

Dont worry.

The host, a middle age man, smiled and took me downstairs where I met an average looking dark brunette. Most all of the ladies are dark brunettes in Armenia, and some of them have brilliant blue eyes.

She could speak English fairly well, better than my taxi driver.

Hello. I am Hana.

And what is your name please? Kurt, I said as I extended my hand. And you are here for massage, yes. Yes.

How much does it cost? For you, it is not much. 50 US dollars. Actually that was quite expensive considering that she wanted it paid in US money, but still not bad for what we pay for back home. I agreed. She took me to a room and handed me several towels. Take clothes off and put in locker. She handed me a key and pointed to which locker I was soft placeigned. Then put towel on and wait. I did as she requested. I put my towel on and waited.

Much to my surprise, the same woman that was the customs officer came in. She didnt say anything to me but simply smiled.

Her demeanor was different than when I first met her. She didn't seem so hard and business like. She took me to a steam room with a surround-around tile bench. It was blistering hot inside. Taking a small plastic pale of water she poured it over some rocks and within seconds the room filled with a white vaporous steam. The neon light in the ceiling accented the color of the steam and made it nearly impossible to see much past three feet in front of me. Immediately sweat began pouring from every pour in my body until it was running off of me in rivulets.

This is incredibly hottoo hot, I complained.

It will be better. For now sit and sweat. Such was the communiqu in foreign countries. Ten minutes past and I became so miserable that I decided to get some cool air. As I stood up, the door opened and I saw the faint outline of a woman with a black two-piece bathing suit come in. The customs lady had returned. I had no idea she was also the masseuse. Damn! In a bathing suit she was as hardbodied as any woman I had ever seen. It was too bad that the steam more or less fogged my view, but the haze was disappating little by little. Ah, so you are ready for business. Just stand for now, yes.

Realizing that our communication skills were at best sub-basic, I could at least understand what she meant. What I didnt know was what she was going to do, as I am accustomed to getting a massage laying down. But this was Armenia, not America. She started with my back and drove her elbows into me. I winched.

She led me over to the wall and placed my arms against it for support then proceeded to work down to my lower back. Her methods softened a little and then she reached around and pulled the tucked portion of the towel out and my covering dropped to the floor. Dont worry. This is not problem. It was for me, however! She took her hands and began massaging my buttocks, occasionally reaching partially between my leg and lifting the muscle while rolling it slightly--over and over, sometimes brushing up against my balls.

Little by little I began getting an erection as she worked down my legs from the back. I knew the moment was coming when she would turn me around and there I would be in full bloom.

But there was little I could do but take things in stride. Finishing with my backside she placed her hand on my shoulder. Now turn for front. The steam was fairly dissipated and when I turned, my length swung to the side. She looked at my erection, and smiled. Dont worry. Hell I wasnt worried by that time I just wanted to play her! She started with my chest and worked over my shoulders and arms then down my side. Stepping forward she put her arms around my lower back, flushed her body up against mine and gave a quick upward lift, popping my spine all the way up. But as she lifted me, my length went up against her hot belly and my erection got even harder. By this time my thoughts were anything but on the massage. She started down my hips and brushed against my length with her forearms. Kneeling down she started working on my quads and down to by calves. So there I was, looking down at her with my length looking up at me and it seemed that she was totally unaware of my raging desires. About that time she stopped working on my legs, straighten up but still on her knees and said, This muscle too. With sweat pouring off of me and her teasing with the same, she took her hand and began stroking my length up and down while cupping my hanging balls with the other hand. Her touch accentuated every nerve in me and I spontaneously vocalized my pleasure. Her hand moved faster with smooth and gentle gliding motions as she placed her mouth over the head and swirled it with her tongue. Then she leaned forward and took me in her mouth and swallowed me all the way to the hilt as she looked up at me with her huge blue eyes. Without pulling off, I could feel her tongue moving as if she were gulping me and sucking all at the same time. She pulled back slightly then sucked hard and pulled all the way up and off.

I thought I would jet a load right away. She must have sensed my edge and looked up at me and paused. She took the towel that was once around me and crumpled it on the floor for her knees then dove back down and began the wettest slobbering play job Ive ever experience, bringing me to the brink of climax several times and pulling back. Finally she stood up and pulled off her panties and dropped her top. Her nipples were as large around as dimes and her tits jutted upward, firm, and round as if they were sculptured. I leaned forward and cupped her breast and ran my tongue around the areola. My length pulsed with raging desire.

All I wanted to do was pound her private part and fill her with seed. You play me good, yes? Yes, was my only answer.

I pressed on her shoulders and she turned and spread the towel then laid down on it.

My first instinct was to taste her sweet softness. I spread her legs for the view. She was bald except for one line of perfectly manicured hair black hair that seemed to extend the line of her erotic slit. Her lips had a dark tone to them and when I spread her legs further, a bright pink line peeked out as they parted. I slid my tongue across her labia and she groaned in pleasure. Yes. Play me. Play me. Parting her lips I lapped her juices. She was salty from sweating, but tasted like gourmet softness. I darted my tongue in and out of her cunt, flicking her personal place and flat tonguing her while rubbing my nose up and down her slit and across her personal place.

Within five minutes she squeezed her buttocks, spread her legs as far apart as she could, arched her back and screamed while pulling my face into her softness. Convulsing with an intense jerking orgasm I stopped until she relaxed and then lightly tongued her private part until she came again within a few minutes. I couldnt wait any longer. I kneeled between her legs and placed the head of my length against her softness and pushed just enough to slip the head it.

She was hot to the touch and I could feel her instinctively grip me. She gasped for air.

Flat on her back, her firm tits jutted upward and her nipples were as hard as rocks.

Again I placed the head of my length in her. Holding my shaft I moved it in light circles, pulled out and stroked her slit, then put the head back in again. she moaned in torturous pleasure.

I pulled out, the head glistened with her teasing wet juices. Then placing it back inside, I pushed slow, firm, and steady until it I stopped at the hilt.

Instinctively I pulled out for a slow stroke. Her softness gripped my length and I pulled to the rim and then slid back in. Again...in and out feeling the sculputure of her softness. Her hip rose and dipped in time with my stokes. Each time I pulled she dipped her hips and squeezed the head of my length. Again she climaxed, stiffening her body and with each jerk of convulsive ecstasy, in perfect rhythm with her orgasmic pulses, she screamed. She grabbed my soft place and pulled me in at the same time. I felt my length swell and the head balloon with the pressure of an impending release. The first surge of seed shot from me in a paralyzing explosion.

I grunted. I pulled back as it loaded for another release and drove it hard inside of her all the way to the wall. Again I grunted. Again I jetted a stream of pearls as my soft place tightened and pressed hard against her pubic bone. I pulled back and again drove it to the wall with yet another release. This time I left it in as my length continued pulsing inside her. With each pulse my hips flexed forward instinctively flexing against her softness and driving inside her every fraction of an inch. When at last my pusles subsded, she pushed me off and onto my back. I followed her motions. She straddled my face and began sucking my still hard length. Our juices flowed from her softness and into my mouth and across my face. Dont swallow.

Its for me. She pushed my seed out of her private part and I let it load up in my mouth, then she lightly gyrated her hips and swished her softness across me face. Turning around she said, Now let me have it. I pushed her onto her back and spread her legs, dived back inside her while interfacing my body against hers.

She opened her mouth and I Frenched her tongue, as our juices swapping places. She swallowed and then sucked my tongue. I played her again with the fury of a stallion until she came and I once more shot another load in her. We laid on the towel panting and resting. This is time that I must go.

We can do this again, yes.

Yes. Again.

Tomorrow.

In fact, it was three days in a row. I just love Armenia, but upon my return, I was saddened by the fact that I could not locate her again. She was without a doubt one of the most erotic plays of my entire life.