Why I love a nude massage now…
I’ve never been a big fan of massages. I don’t really enjoy intimacy and I can’t say that I enjoy having a complete stranger rub their hands over my entire body.
But I knew that they had worked for other people and that I should probably give it a try at some point. A few months back, I found myself with no choice. I had pulled a muscle in my back at the gym and it just wasn’t getting better. So my doctor told me to urgently arrange a massage, ideally once a week to relieve the pain.
The only other option was surgery, and I didn’t want that, so, reluctantly, I decided that it was time to get over my massage phobia. After searching online, I found a place that had great reviews and although it was quite a drive from my house I decided to go for it.
At this point in my life, I was single. In fact, I’d been single for almost six months, since I broke up with my fiancé. It had been a messy breakup, and to be honest, it had put me off sex or physical intimacy of any kind. Yes, I loved to watch my favorite porn, and sometimes dug out my vibrator, but that was it. With hindsight, I realize I was completely starved of intimacy and affection.
I turned up at the massage studio feeling kind of nervous. I walked into the dimly lit building and was greeted by a receptionist who told me where I could store my things. She told me to undress in one of the changing rooms, choose a room, and wait until a masseuse was ready for me.
I undressed in the changing room and then wrapped the provided white towel around me and headed into a massage area. It was completely quiet, apart from the low relaxing white noise music. There was a soft scent of incense and enough warmth to make it okay to slip out of my towel.
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He was gorgeous
I stretched out on the table and waited. I still had my towel draped over me when the masseuse walked in. He greeted me with a smile and then started to open a selection of massage oils and arrange a collection of stones. I felt awkward lying there and that feeling grew worse when I looked up and saw him. He was one of the most gorgeous men I had ever seen.
He was tall, tanned and you could tell he spent a lot of time in the gym. He was about my age, maybe a little younger, and I was already starting to have wild thoughts when he turned, walked over to me and smiled. I blushed, looked down, and waited for his touch.
It felt wonderful when he began pouring the hot oil across my back, absolutely incredible. He then moved his soft hands along my shoulders, working them, before spreading the warm oil across my whole back. It felt so good. I let out a little moan.
His hands pushed their way to every knock in my back and unlocked waves of release where the pain was. I told him that it was fantastic. He kept pushing my shoulders and into the small of my back, his fingers were magic, and I couldn’t help but imagine what he was like in the bedroom.
Then he disappeared to the corner of the room and came back with the hot stones. He placed them on me one at a time, bringing them all the way down my spine. The hot sensations on my back felt amazing, and as the stones reached the butt, he shifted to my thighs. Strictly speaking, he was only supposed to be working on my back, but by this point, I didn’t care. He poured out the oil on my legs again, then he started rubbing oil on my hands, pressing his fingertips through my aching workout muscles. I felt another moan of satisfaction well up in me.
He moved his hands a little too far up my leg as he massaged my thighs, and he was basically at my pussy. I didn’t react, I just enjoyed feeling that way. My clitoris was throbbing and aching to be kissed, like something I’d seen in one of the films I ‘d seen.
I got really wet
I sensed my pussy was soaking wet if he looked under the towel, he ‘d see how horny and turned on I was. He kept massaging my legs and getting closer to my pussy each time.
I wanted to arch my back and grab his fingers and push them inside me, but I knew that was wrong and anyway, I was sure he hadn’t meant to get this close to my genitals. Then he asked me to turn over onto my back. He practically whispered it into my ear and I did what I was told, I turned facing up so that my breasts were now facing the ceiling, though they were still covered by my towel.
He continued to massage my legs and continued to make his way to my pussy. This time, he softly pulled the towel up with his fingers, revealing more of my legs, and if he had forced it any more, he would have uncovered my pussy.
But then he stopped and moved up to my chest. With my eyes closed, I felt him slip my towel free. He moved his hands to my breasts, letting the oil drip across my nipples and then moving that slippery oil around and across my chest. Every touch was incredible. He pulled at my nipples and massaged every inch of my breasts.
I opened my eyes to see that his cock, bulging in his shorts, was at eye level. At this point, he moved my towel from my body and I was totally exposed to him. My pussy lips were glistening from being so wet and my nipples were rock hard from the stimulation. With the oil and the stones, he began to work on my stomach, coming close to my pussy with his fingers.
I couldn’t bear it any longer, I needed his cock. I moved my hand and gently began rubbing his cock through his shorts with my eyes still closed. He slowly stopped massaging me, and for a second I thought I’d made a terrible mistake. Then he moved his hand to my pussy mound and began to massage my pussy lips. The feeling was breath-taking, he never touched my clit, but just about everything else with his magic fingers, I felt like I was on the edge of an orgasm. I could no longer hold on to my moans, I was overwhelmed by pleasure.
His dick throbbed as I stroked it through his shorts. At the same time, he kept up his massaging, constantly teasing my clit. My heart pounding, I grabbed his shorts and pulled out his cock. I gasped when I saw it. He was completely shaved, and it was the largest I’ve ever seen. My pussy was crying for him now, and I couldn’t help it. I put his cock in my mouth, savoring his gasps of pleasure, and then, I felt his fingers at my clit, and it was like fireworks had gone off inside me.
The feeling was earth-shattering, all that teasing and build-up had rendered my clit so vulnerable, and his touch forced me over the brink. I realized I was near to an orgasm, so I just kept pushing his cock deep into my mouth, bringing the whole thing right inside me. I loved to deep throat and he moaned again as I did. As soon as his cock was pushing against the back of my mouth, I took his balls in my hands and played softly with them. I felt a small amount of pre-cum running down my throat before pushing him out of my mouth and kissing the end of his dick.
He used his fingertips to play gently with my clit, which was making me crazy, and he even forced a finger into my pussy at the same time. I was on the verge of an orgasm. The room was starting to shake and my heart was pounding, my body tightening. I took his cock deep into my mouth, and this tipped me over the edge. I began to cum, squirting my fluids all over his hand, and on his massage table, so strong was my orgasm. As I orgasmed, he started to cum deep into the back of my throat, his warm cum slipping down my throat.
After he had emptied his balls into me, I used my tongue to clean his cock, and then he pulled his cock free, pulled up his shorts, and tenderly cleaned up my pussy with the towel. Then he left.
I stood up, my entire body still trembling from my orgasm. We hadn’t spoken a word. I didn’t even know his name! But I knew for certain that I would be making another trip to that massage studio very soon!
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