Massages have always been one of my favourite things. I enjoy the intimacy, the quiet and I especially enjoy having someone rub all over and spoil my entire body. There was one occasion however when I was desperate for a massage and I mean desperate. I had hurt my back at home, and it just wasn’t getting any better. My doctor suggested a remedial massage once a week and he suggested that that should start to relieve the pain. I was in pain, and I knew I had to get something more done.
I found a place online that had some great reviews and although it was quite a drive for me, I decided to go out to them.
Anyway, I turned up at the massage studio eager, slightly nervous, and just wishing my back to start feeling better. I walked into the dimly lit studio and was greeted by a young receptionist who spoke in a quiet voice and told me where I could store my things, showed me where to get undressed, and once I was in a towel, to then choose a room and just relax and wait until the masseuse was ready to join me.
I undressed in the changing room, I am late 50’s, my body in round but good womanly shape, my breasts a D’s, my pussy groomed and my arse shapely but well in proportion with the rest of my womanly, curvy frame.
I wrapped the pastel pink towel around me and headed along a hallway and I settled on a massage room. The place was totally silent but for low volume relaxing music. The whole place smelled of a really lovely incense and it was warm enough to make you feel comfortable in only your towel.
I LAY DOWN ON THE MASSAGE TABLE AND WAITED…
I still had my towel draped over my butt when my masseuse walked in. He greeted me with a warm voice and soft smile. He immediately set to work opening up this massage oil and warming up some hot stones. I felt awkward just laying there and when I actually looked at the back of him I realised he was one of the most gorgeous framed men I had ever seen.
With his back to me, I checked him out, just a little. He was tall, tanned, and definitely dedicated his spare time to the gym. He was a little younger than me but, not much, still he was someone I could fancy. I let that naughty thought roam around my head just for a few seconds before he took the hot oil, turned back to me and began delicately pouring it across my back. It felt staggeringly wonderful, quite astonishing as he began to work on my back. He firstly moved his soft hands across my shoulders and then spread the warm oil across and down my entire back, I let out a little moan because his hands and the oil just felt so damn good on my sore back.
His hands eased their way into every knot in my back and unlocked a wash of pain release, right where the pain was really intense. I told him his touch felt amazing. He kept on pushing into my shoulders and then working down to the small of my back, his fingers were total magic and I couldn’t help but imagine what he was like in the bedroom with those same hands. What, I thought to myself? I’m still human.
He then disappeared to a corner of the room and came back with the hot stones. He placed them tenderly all the way down the length of my spine. The heat contrast on the skin of my back felt magnificent and whilst the stones were permeating heat into my spine he moved onto my legs. I was sure I hadn’t asked for anything but my back, but I didn’t care, he poured the oil once more now onto my thighs. The dripping of the oil felt quite reminiscent of how warm cum feels when it is splashed onto my skin, it was truly very erotic and I let my imagination roll, just a little more..
He then began rubbing the oil into my thighs and calves, pushing his fingers into my aching muscles, he was certainly a master at his work.
I accidentally let out another little moan.
My masseuse, as he was massaging my thighs, suddenly moved his hands a little higher up my leg, up to the bottom of my bum cheek and he was virtually, almost on my pussy lips. But I purposely didn’t react, I just lay there and enjoyed the sensations. However, involuntarily my clitoris had begun to ache with his touch and my little button ached to be touched. I was blown away with the entire eroticism of this massage and those beautiful, wonderful hands. This was like no massage I had ever had before, something that has to be experienced to be believed.
I was aware my pussy was even starting to throb a little, that was so unexpected. I am sure if he had looked under my towel, he would have seen for himself just how turned on I was becoming. He kept on working me, smoothly massaging my legs and then, on just a few occasions, just drifting up close to my pussy, but I found his touch was quite thrilling and I secretly really liked it.
I found, as his magical hands moved higher on one occasion, I even felt the desire to arch my back and have him just push his fingers up inside me. My mind and body was involuntarily really being affected by his touch, I found I was really relaxed, but also getting so turned on, he was incredible in his touch. I knew that was probably all wrong in my mind and he probably wasn’t meaning to get this close to my genitals, but he really affected me. Then just before I got myself into trouble…
HE ASKED ME TO TURN OVER AND ONTO MY BACK…
He practically whispered this request into my ear, and I obediently obliged. I turned myself over, now facing up so that my breasts were now facing the ceiling. My breasts were not exposed and he couldn’t see them as I still had the towel over my body, but I began to find, in my imagination, that I really wanted him to see them.
He carried on massaging, again starting along my legs and again, on occasion, carried on making his way just that little bit higher and just that little bit further. Then on one pass, this time, he gently moved the towel up higher with his hand, exposing the very top of my thighs, and I swear, if he had pushed a mm more, he would have exposed my trimmed pussy and oh my goodness, I think I actually wanted him to do it, but then before I was any more exposed, he stopped and moved altogether higher up my body.
He pulled the towel down lower and exposed my chest, he exposed my naked breasts. Deliciously, he again began to drizzle warm oil all over my chest, he then moved his hands over my breasts, spreading the warm oil across my sensitive nipples and then spreading it around and up under my neck. His every sizzling touch was amazing and I found him passing softly over my nipples as he massaged every inch of my chest, shoulders and breasts. I was so disgustingly wet by this stage and I ached for more, this massage was erotically incredible. I opened my eyes for a second and found I was eye-height with his cock. I was also thrilled to see that I was not alone in my estimation of the whole situation. His groin was bulging in building excitement too. His cock was openly trying to push through the material of his shorts, I was having some serious effect on him too. He completely removed the towel from my body, and I was now totally exposed to him, breasts, pussy and all, but I didn't care at all, touch on, touch on, I thought to myself. It was hot to be now laid out completely naked and he had my blood boiling, but I seriously tried to give nothing away about the state I found myself in.
My pussy lips surely glistened, me being so turned on and my nipples stiffened from the repeated oily stimulation. The incredible sensuality of his technique had me so sensitive to his every sliding move and touch. He took the oil again and also moved the stones, placing them across my stomach, always so close, but just erotically missing my pussy mound with his touch. He was driving me wild, into a complete madness and I suddenly did something I never thought for a second I would ever do…
I moved my hand up and softly began rubbing his cock through his shorts with my eyes partially closed. I decided I had had enough, I needed to touch him as he touched me. He stopped massaging me, only for a second. I panicked, thought I had got the wrong impression until he tantalisingly moved his hand over my pussy mound and finally, thank god, began massaging down between my thighs and running his slick fingers through my sticky pussy lips, as I found myself beginning to explore him.
All of my built anticipation was finally over, the relief of this touch to my vagina, the feeling of his fingers finding and exploring my womanly excitement was breathtaking, he never touched my clit at all though, but did gloriously massage everything else with his magical fingers. I felt like I was on the edge of all worldly pleasure and all I wanted was more and more of him. I couldn’t hold my voice any longer. I moaned in my hunger, I was overwhelmed by the initial anticipation, I was consumed by the abject pleasure he bestowed upon me.
His cock pulsed gently as I touched it through his shorts, he kept up my pussy massage, now constantly teasing my folds and working my pussy lips.
I decided enough was enough and I opened his shorts and pulled his cock out and it just couldn’t have gotten any better. Totally shaved, it was a beautiful cock, as handsome as I had ever seen, and uncircumcised it was as sexy as fuck. My pussy ache was now begging for him and I couldn’t help myself. I just thrust his cock into my mouth. Now it was his turn, he let out his first moan and with that, he finally touched my clitoris and explosions tore though in my body.
The sensations were earth-shattering, me now with a mouthful of cock. All of that teasing and build-up had made my clit so sensitive and his rolling touches were pushing me quickly to an orgasmic edge. I knew I was easily close to an orgasm, so I just kept on sucking, enjoying his hardness, pushing his cock deep into my mouth, relishing the taste and smooth skin. I took the whole thing down my throat, I didn’t gag and I swallowed his cock, burying the whole glorious thing into my poor throat. God it was like I was a teenager again, sucking cock and being fingered, this was glorious. He moaned again as I hungrily ate down his cock. Once his cock was totally down my throat, I took his balls in my hands and massaged them. I felt a small amount of pre-cum bubble across my tongue and I pulled him out of my mouth and licked the liquid tip of his knob before taking his entire cock back into my mouth once again and sucking him off for all that I was worth..
He was using his lubricated fingers to softly toy and play with my clit which was driving me wild and he had me completely out of my mind in pleasure. He now pushed two fingers up into my pussy and his little finger slipped and soon followed into my arse. Still I kept on sucking, this was sensational.
I was on the edge of an orgasm that I knew I was going to cum. I was so turned on, I was insanely sucking his glorious cock and that dirty girl cock sucking action sent me over the edge. I drove him deep into my throat and I just couldn’t take it any longer, I began to cum, I orgasmed all over his massaging hand and as I did he drove his fingers up inside me hard, right there on his table I came, my orgasm was so stunningly and wonderfully powerful, it blew my mind...
As I was orgasming he started to swell larger, I was giving as good as I was getting and with his swelling cock I realised he was about to cum. He quickly put one hand to the back of my head holding his cock hard down my throat, he began pulsing hot bursts of spunk. He held his cock tightly buried down my throat and he began pulsing ribbons of thick sticky spunk into my hungry mouth, across my tongue. Flooding spunk pulsed deep into my mouth. His warm pulsing delicious fluids were being swallowed by me and sliding thickly deep down into my belly. I was delirious in my lust as I devoured his entire delicious thick cum shots, I was in orgasmic heaven. But it all had to come to an end, his orgasm relented and his erection began to subside. I used my cum coated tongue to clean the last soft pulses of his seminal deliciousness from the eye of his penis.
He calmed down and as he settled he smiled down at me. He withdrew his cock from my mouth and he pulled up his shorts.
He very conscientiously cleaned up my pussy with the towel. We never spoke but he kissed me ever so gently on the lips and then he turned and left the room. I lay there in my euphoric state, recovering for a little bit, before I finally stood up, wrapped the towel about me and I also left the room. I was barely able to walk straight, my entire body was still trembling from the intensity of my orgasm.
I managed to dress myself and I walked out past the counter. The girl behind the counter asked if I was satisfied with the service? I couldn't answer her. I just smiled and booked my next appointment and left the parlour.
As I drove home, I was excited to tell my husband about my interlude, god I was going to need him to go through me.
My sexy masseuse had left me in such a state and I knew my husband would be really happy to oblige my need...
And, on top of all that, my back felt brilliant!
I certainly knew why the place had such good reviews
Bring on my next appointment…
