Written by SandraDee
13 Nov 2014
How good is a good Massage ?.....
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I don't know what made me do it, but I googled "full body massage with happy ending"....and what do you know, there's an ad on a web site for exactly that. I made contact. I actually went through with the meeting....that in itself was a pretty huge step - how many women actually rock up at some random address they've never been before, with a perfect stranger, to touch them in private, personal places? I love a massage. Best one I ever had was not even meant to end up the way it did (I don't think!) but oh, man.... I was on my stomach, he started with my feet, worked up my calves, thighs....upper thighs, that part of your lower bum where it could be called your upper thighs but oh...my....god...it's more like the just the edges of my pussy and by this time I was so turned on I was arching my back to just push my "lower bum" into the zone. He acted like I wasn't being promiscuous, totally ignored the fact that I was pushing my pussy into his beautiful massaging fingers, and then just slowly and so naturally sneaked a finger into my wet and waiting pussy. It felt so good. I raised my hips into his hands and encouraged him to continue....and so he did....
But, that wasn't what I was going to write about. So, I rocked up to this random (slightly dodgy) address and presented myself at the door. The man who answered the door looked at me (I think sort of appreciatively) and invited me in. He showed me the massage table, suggested I disrobe - there was a modesty towel if I needed it, and left the room. He came back when I was face down on his table, fully nude and not a little turned on at this point. He proceeded to oil me up and rub me down which was just wonderful....but all I could think about was "where to from here?" I didn't have to wait too long to find out. After he'd massaged my back, he got me to turn over and started to rub my front side, starting from my feet and slowly working his way up. He skipped the middle zone (that would have brought the whole thing to a premature end) and moved up to my chest, breasts, nipples and massaged that oil in really well. I wondered how the time was going and he told me he didn't really keep an eye on the time, but asked if I was ready for the happy ending. I agreed that I was (my pussy by this time was wet and throbbing and wanted some massaging too) and so his magic fingers made their way up my thighs and slowly, seductively, he put one finger and then another into my wet, waiting pussy. I can't tell you how much I wanted to cry out at how good it felt, to have that contact, and then it was just like he knew, and he finger-fucked me at just the right tempo to make me come over and over. He said "next time, I'd love to do that with my tongue"...and he did, but that's another story....