This morning I reblogged a post that had a girl getting fucked by her masseur, and I captioned it saying maybe I should go get a massage today. After a lunch out with my family, that's what I set out to do. However, my usual and favorite spa said that they were completely booked today because they were down a few workers. So I decided to check other places near me. A couple were also booked solid, some didn't answer the phone (closed or too busy to answer), but one said they had an appointment available, so I went ahead and grabbed the slot.
When I was checking in, I told them I didn't have a preference for the gender of my masseur/masseuse. I saw a very fit young man hanging toward the back of the reception area, and was thinking he'd be the guy because he led me to a room and told me I could strip down as far as I was comfortable and cover myself with the towel he handed me.
Instead a tall slender woman entered the room a few minutes later. Everything on her was long and thin; fingers, arms, legs, even her face. She kind of looked like an anime villainess, but the perfume she was wearing was wonderful. I forgot to ask her what it was, though. Anyway, for looking rather fragile, she was surprisingly strong, and did a fantastic job on my back and legs. I very quickly surrendered myself to her hands and let my mind turn off.
I don't remember the towel coming off, but when she told me to turn over, I discovered I was completely uncovered, but was so beyond caring. She started working my neck and shoulders, and I guess my brain went back to la-la-land. But a sudden sound of a loud moan in the room and an unmistakable clench of my pussy snapped me back to my senses. I realized that she was massaging my pectoral muscles, and her hand had grazed my nipple, both of which were rock hard and apparently incredibly sensitive to the touch.
I edged a LOT this morning before going to lunch, and it left me in a pretty agitated state. The wetness I became acutely aware of between my legs told me that my body was definitely reacting some kind of way to strong hands touching and grabbing me. I apologized to her and told her I was so very embarrassed. She told me in her heavy Russian accent that it was ok, that it happens a lot. Then she smiled down at me sweetly, but I felt almost condescendingly too, and quietly said that they weren't allowed to touch clients in certain ways, but she wouldn't stop me from touching myself. "I'll just keep working up here," she said, and poured more warm oil on my chest. She proceeded to slide her hands over and around my breasts, gently squeezing them until they popped out of her slippery grip. I'm not sure if it was a conscious decision or not, but my fingers found their way between my thighs in an instant. She played with my breasts and teased my nipples like a maestro conducting an orchestra, while I rubbed and gasped and moaned until I came hard enough for my legs to shake and flop loudly on the table.
She switched to very gentle rubbing and massaging again as I worked on calming my breathing, moving back up to my shoulders and then down my arms. After the arms, she moved to the other end of the table and started on my feet again and then worked up my legs. When she got to my knees, she lifted each of them until my legs were propped up and spread. As her strong hands started kneading my thighs, she said, "Do it again, you'll feel better."
I didn't need more encouragement, and with her staring at my pussy with her fingers gripping my thighs, I rubbed and fingered myself while she watched. It didn't take long for me to get close, and without meaning to say it out loud, I heard "I'm going to cum" pop out of my mouth. She grabbed my ankles and lifted my feet off the table, pushing them toward my hips and forcing my knees toward my shoulders. "Show me," she said, and I realized I was completely vulnerable and exposed to her. That realization didn't just push me over the edge, it threw me off the cliff, and I knew she could see my muscles spasming and clenching as I came under her intense stare.
When I felt myself starting to go limp, she lowered my legs to the table and gently worked her hands from my thighs down to my toes several times in a row. She smiled at me and said, "There, all is relaxed", patted me lightly on my thigh, and excused herself from the room. And damn, if she wasn't entirely right. I was basically a table full of Jell-O for a good ten minutes or so, before I was able to start pulling myself together to clean up, dress, and leave.
I'm still relaxed, but I keep having thoughts of fingering myself while she watches me, and my pussy is right back to where I was this morning. I think I may have a new favorite spa.
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