Unexpectedly erotic massage
Having beauty treatments at the local spa is just part of my regular routine and I’m there frequently for manicures, pedicures, waxing, body wraps, etc. because it always feels so good to be pampered and have take care of my body I think it helps that I like my body in that I tend to go easy on vanity, and since I have a slim, balanced figure and fabulous, natural breasts, it feels like money well spent to help me look that way.
A few months ago, I decided to get a full body massage because work, life, people, and that damn boyfriend of mine were stressing me out, and even though I’d gotten massages a few years ago, I hadn’t made it a routine. I just didn’t feel particularly comfortable, which is weird because I’m incredibly confident in my body. But anyway, I went for a massage and thoroughly enjoyed it. So much so, in fact, that I went back a week later and then again a week after that because I was really starting to appreciate how therapeutic and relaxing they can be.
However, what I didn’t expect was to feel sexually aroused, especially since I was being massaged by a woman.
Do not get me wrong; I am very sexually aware and attentive to my feelings. I love the way a man massages me all over, naked, oily, caressing, touching and teasing me in all the right places until my body tingles with anticipation and all I can think about is being caressed to orgasm, then yes, a massage can definitely be exciting.
In fact, even thinking about this type of massage makes me feel turned on, but it’s very, very different in an erotic massage parlor, because as a woman, you’re always being massaged by another woman, and usually it is more of a clinical experience than a sensual experience. Plus, being a woman means you’re constantly self-conscious about how you look and you can’t help but feel like you’re being judged by the therapist, so I generally find that I’m a bit fussy and self-conscious, which makes it difficult for me to to fully relax, even though I know massage therapists are professionals and doing the job they’re trained to do – and they see the body as just a body, not really a person the way we do – so they want to we relax, release tension and really feel the benefits of massage therapy.
This time I decided to just go with the flow, enjoy the experience and stop thinking about it all, and as a result I really started to enjoy the massage, and even more so because I was being massaged by a woman.
I mean, if a beautiful and fit girl is running her hands up and down your nearly bare body, covered in oil from head to toe, whose mind wouldn’t start to wander a little, right?
Well anyway, I loved exploring this new experience and the feelings it gave me so much that I was having weekly massages and within days of each massage I was already thinking of going for another one, not so much for the benefits relaxing, therapeutic, but because I knew I would feel pretty turned on every time.
Once there, I sat still, eyes closed, hands above my head and feeling completely relaxed, concentrating on feeling the therapist’s hands on my body, and despite my best efforts to stay focused, my mind was doing all kinds of of scenarios.
As the sessions went on and the therapists – there were quite a few – really got to know my body, I allowed myself to feel more aroused and focused more on how and where they were touching me, where they were applying pressure and how they moved the body in different positions.
They were obviously just doing what they had been instructed to do and massaging me in a completely professional manner, but I began to fantasize that they were secretly teasing me and looking at my body in a sexual way, hoping that they would be willing to go further. I always wore a small brief but was topless and when I was asked to turn around I know they were holding a ‘modest towel’ for me but I often caught them looking at my breasts which added to my fantasy and that they liked what they saw.
I’m pretty picky (ok, maybe for no reason) about how I look, so before every massage I always made sure my whole body was exfoliated, my tan was topped up, my fingernails and from my feet are in perfect condition and that my pussy is completely shaved, even though I knew my masseuse would never see it, but this was my fantasy, it made me feel amazing and I wanted to think she wanted to see more .
Once during a massage I turned to lie on my back and she gently moved my right leg to the side so my feet were about half a meter apart. With my eyes still closed, I slowly moved my left leg away and bent my knee so that my feet were fairly far apart. And to add to my fantasy, I imagined that he was looking at the thin cotton triangle of my briefs pressed tightly against my pussy lips. I could do and think whatever I wanted, and the fact that she left my legs wide apart for the duration only created my imagined reality.
The next time I went for a massage, I had another girl massage me and did the same thing; bending one knee and opening my legs wide apart. To my delight, her response was to prop herself up with a hand on each leg and run her hands up my legs to my thighs, stopping at my groin, then allowing her fingers to trace the edges of the triangle of fabric covering me her pussy, then down her thighs to her legs again. It was done in a professional way, but I found it so erotic and intentional.
I wanted to believe that I had moved on from simple therapy and that my various therapists were enjoying massaging my smooth, tanned skin as much as I was. I began to imagine that I was completely naked and she was running her hands up and down my toned body, over my breasts, teasing my nipples, then over my stomach and down to my thighs, allowing her fingers to lightly caress the sides sides of my pussy on the way, even though in reality I had a big towel over me and was wearing briefs.
In my mind, the therapists knew they had power over me because their therapy qualifications meant they had special privileges to touch me in those places, even abusing their position and authority to feel their way around my almost bare body, feeling -me and touching me anyway they liked. I liked the idea and it somehow justified my fantasy.
It felt good and liberating and extremely erotic. It was different for me to be aware that I felt submissive – not how I normally am, as I like to be in control – but it was becoming very exciting on a level I never thought possible.
Massages became my obsession and I used to get a massage every week but after a few months of going once a week it just wasn’t enough so I started booking a second massage mid-week because I just couldn’t get enough of how alive it made me feel.
The more often I went, the more my thoughts turned to physical sensations and I began to feel very aroused before each appointment as well as after, so much so that during each massage my thoughts had a part of them, running wild with ideas and giving me a series of highly erotic sexual images that made my body shudder. I longed to feel my therapist’s hands on the top of my open thighs, her fingertips sliding across my groin and close to my pussy.
At the end of each session I was so excited and excited that I would put on my loose dress without bra or panties and go straight home. My massage ritual became a regular pattern of being massaged by different girls at the salon. I didn’t care who massaged me because they were all beautiful and all very good. I’m sure they must have thought my frequent sessions were more than a little weird, but I really didn’t care and I always tipped generously so they got to know me well and were eager to keep massaging me. No one ever asked me why I was doing so many massages, probably because I was bringing them a lot of money, so I guess they were told not to ask!
For as long as I can remember, I’ve been fascinated by my own naked body, and I think that fueled my thinking about how beautiful other girls can be too, especially when I cover my bare body with oil or moisturizer, while i was thinking about what it would be like to do this for another girl, but i know i couldn’t be a full lesbian because i love the feeling of a hard cock in my hands, in my mouth, or inside me too much.
Anyway, a few months ago a new girl, Antonia, started working at the salon and she is really nice. She is about 25 years old, about 160 cm, thin, white skin and absolutely gorgeous to look at. Her whole demeanor is warm, welcoming and just incredibly sexy.
I asked about Antonia at the front desk and was told she specializes in deep tissue massage, so I immediately booked her for my next appointment.
After four weeks, I had about six massages with Antonia. Everything was very professional and above all she is polite and friendly and really knows her stuff as her massages were amazingly detailed, deep and therapeutic.
However, my fantasies have gone completely wild because Antonia is stunning and all I can think about is her while I’m being massaged and as I go home listless after each massage. I think about her when I’m at work, on the train and always when I’m alone at home.
When I went to the next session, I was very scantily clad as it had been a hot day: flip flops, a short skirt and a thin, baggy t-shirt that poked through my nipples. Antonia greeted me in the usual way, but something was different in her demeanor. She took my hand and held it as she looked straight at me, pausing to give me a sultry, engaging smile before gesturing towards her massage room.
In her private room, we talked about how my treatment was going and if I felt like I was getting what I really needed from a massage, especially since I was such a frequent visitor. I was honest and said that my body felt great and the massages gave me a sense of freedom that I had never experienced before. I’ve also said that being semi-naked, albeit under a towel, and in a calm, non-threatening environment was wonderfully liberating, although towels always felt quite restrictive. I knew I was pushing my luck here.
Antonia smiled and asked me how I would feel if I was massaged completely naked. In fact, not just naked, but without towels to cover me. She explained how the flow of her hands up and down the length of her body was constantly impeded by towels or the elastic of her underwear, and that being completely naked and completely exposed was also a much more liberating experience.
She said it would be the same full body deep tissue massage but would require me to have an open and trusting mindset as it would be a new and different experience but one that would be very rewarding.
Antonia also explained that she would not be wearing her usual white clothing, but a bikini instead, as this eliminated the risk of her clothes touching my body at any moment and interrupting my relaxed concentration.
I honestly thought I had died and gone to heaven, and the smile on my face probably said it all. Of course I told her how pleased I was that she asked me, but why did it take her so long to do that?
Antonia said it’s something she only offers privately to select clients she feels would really appreciate this full-body experience. She said she felt a strong connection between us on a deeper level than just client/therapist and that she knows my body so well now that she feels it is the right time and the right way to progress, but only if I feel completely comfortable with the idea of taking the experience to another level.
She asked me to remove all my clothes and lay naked on the massage table and left the room while I was doing this. I lay on my face on the massage table as usual, but it felt quite strange to be in a professional environment and to be naked without the usual protection of towels covering me. Still, I felt great and was both excited and excited with anticipation.
As I sat there, my mind was already going 100 km/h as I didn’t really know what to expect. My nipples were hard and I could already feel my pussy starting to tingle. I arched my back slightly, parted my legs and slid my hand under my belly and down to my pussy. My inner labia are naturally slightly exposed and felt warm as I cupped them and lightly pressed a finger to my clit.
I heard Antonia approaching the door, so I quickly resumed my initial position with my hands by my side. She entered the room and locked the door behind her.
Sitting next to me, Antonia asked me if I was fine and comfortable. I lifted and turned my head to answer her as she removed her white dress to reveal a pair of briefs and a small bra. I couldn’t help but comment on what a beautiful and toned body she has. She thanked me and asked me to relax and close my eyes if I was ready to begin.
Antonia began to pour a thin line of warm oil down my back from the nape of my neck to the small of my back followed by her hands smoothing the oil over my skin and along both sides touching my breasts in the process.
He spent quite a bit of time massaging every inch of my rear, pouring more oil on my buttocks and along the back of my thighs and down to my legs. I was beginning to understand what she meant by the flow she mentioned earlier as her hands slid from the soles of my feet to my neck and back again in long, smooth, uninterrupted strokes. He also traced my spine from the base of my skull, down my neck and between my shoulder blades, and along my back, applying even pressure on each side of my spine, to the end where my tailbone nestles between my buttocks. The last part immediately felt quite intimate as her finger slipped between my buttocks and came to rest, with a slight pressure, just at the edge of my anus, while her other hand slid back up my spine to the base of my skull .
Antonia paused, then moved her hand back to my spine and continued down my legs, shifting her attention to my legs, lifting each leg off the bed to massage them properly. I have nice feet and I really enjoy massaging them because it makes my whole body tingle.
At one point, still lying on my face, I had both knees bent with my heels on the backs of my thighs as she massaged along each of my legs, under the soles of my feet and between each of my toes, gently pulling on them . Apparently there are almost as many nerve endings in the soles of your feet as there are in your clitoris, which probably explains why I enjoy massaging my feet so much – though not as much as I enjoy I massage the clitoris!
Antonia moved from my feet to massage my ankles, lifting each leg slightly off the bed and to the side, gently pressing my leg back against my thigh to continue massaging my toes.
Antonia repeated this on each side, two or three times, until my legs were far apart, with my knees still bent. He then slipped his fingers under my hip and motioned for me to raise my hips so he could slide a small rolled up towel under me just above my pubic bone.
As I lifted my hips, I struggled to get comfortable with the towel underneath me and purposely pushed my knees apart so that my anus and pussy were more exposed. God, I felt so turned on!
Gently, Antonia placed my legs back on the bed and poured oil on the backs of my legs, then massaged my thighs from the knee to the bottom, again on the outside to the knee, inward and up the inner thigh up to the groin and right to the side. She continued to massage between my buttocks, slowing down slightly and applying a little more pressure as she worked her way over my exposed anus.
I can’t describe how amazing this felt, but my pussy was on fire and it really turned me on. I tried hard not to show how I felt or move too much in response to her tugging on my thighs and gently teasing my pussy around the top of my legs and in my groin.
Moving to the top of the bed and bending over my head, Antonia placed both of her hands on my shoulders and slid them down my back to my buttocks. I was looking down through the face hole in the bed, looking at her pretty bare legs, but I lifted and tilted my head to the side so I was looking directly at her midriff and the triangle of her panties . I could feel her warmth and smell her body perfume.
Her hands reached my lower back and I felt myself push my bottom off the bed a bit as she slipped her fingers between my buttocks and gently parted them before moving me to the side and up at my shoulders.
She repeated this a few times up and down, and each time I lifted my bottom a little higher, arching my back and finally bending my knees, pulling them to the sides of the bed so that semi-raised son. This allowed him to part my buttocks wider and reach a little further between my legs each time, then pull sideways to fully part my lips and open my pussy.
Finally, Antonia stopped at my shoulders, resting her hands at the base of my neck, and I immediately became aware of how hard I was breathing. She walked over and removed the rolled towel from under my hips as I relaxed and straightened my legs.
Antonia asked me to turn around and as I did she put a small pillow under my head. He put his hand on my chest and asked me if I was okay as my breathing was still quite labored. I smiled and said “fantastic”. She just smiled.
Now sitting next to me and with one hand on my chest, she placed her other hand on my bare pubic bulge, resting her little finger lightly on my clit and said,
– Think of beautiful things, take a deep breath and relax.
She splashed warm oil all over my body and Antonia began to massage my chest and breasts, slowly stroking them and surrounding and teasing my nipples, pinching them gently between her fingers. As she moved down my stomach and down each side of my pubis, her fingers continually slid past my pussy but never touched it. She pulled back enough as she climbed over my pubic bone so I could feel her gently tugging at my clit and making it tingle.
As he continued down each thigh, over my knee and down my shin, stopping to massage my soles and toes again, he gently lifted my legs and again gradually moved them further and further apart until my heels dangled from each edge of the massage table.
At one point, she placed her fingers under my knee and pulled gently while her other hand gripped my leg. It was a clever technique as the natural reflex is to bend your knee, so doing this on both sides meant that my legs were wide apart, bent at the knees, feet out to the sides.
Antonia went to the end of the bed and motioned for me to raise my arms up and over my head, and in this fully stretched position, legs wide apart, feet together, I felt open and exposed, but it was so interesting to be so vulnerable.
Starting again with my legs and standing at the foot of the bed where she could look directly between my open thighs, Antonia began massaging my legs again and continued up my inner thighs directly into the exposed groin area. Her inner pussy lips are evident and with her knees bent and her legs wide apart, they were in full, glorious view. It felt so amazing to be so exposed and completely abandon myself to the experience. Antonia was absolutely right about how liberating it felt.
She continued to repeat the massaging process from the soles and feet, past the pussy, over the belly to the chest and shoulders and along each outstretched arm to the hands and fingers for probably ten minutes. With each movement down the length of my body, she dug her fingers into my groin, lightly touching each side of my lips and pausing only briefly at my clit each time before continuing upwards. Occasionally, on the way up my inner thighs, he would fully grasp my pussy and gently slide his fingertips up over it, allowing a single finger to slip between my parted lips, then very slowly up and over my clit before continuing into up over my body again. Every time he played with my pussy like this, I felt myself spread my legs wider and force my hips up. I was in such a state of arousal that I felt myself coming towards an orgasm with every stroke and tease.
Antonia came to sit next to me and slipped a hand between the bed and my lower back. I got off the bed as she slipped a piece of foam under my ass and then walked to the end of the bed. She gently lifted both of her legs onto the bed and motioned for me to bring my bent and open knees up and close. He then pushed my knees back and pushed my legs onto my buttocks so that my feet were now on the bed, knees together, then he gently placed my bent legs to the sides, resting me on two towels in perfect positions, so that my legs are once again spread wide with the soles close together. With the foam under me and lifting my hips off the bed, my legs were so far apart that my pussy was being forced up and I could feel my soft inner lips parting slightly.
Antonia continued to massage me, covering my entire body with warmer oil and maintaining firm contact the entire time, never letting her hands leave my body and spending more time on my stomach, inner thighs, groin area and around the pussy he had easier access to now.
Using his fingertips, he found his way into the groove between my inner and outer pussy lips, sliding up and down their entire length from my perineum to where they meet my clit, then stopping to pull gently and hold there as my clit began to reveal itself. The sensation was incredible, and even more so as she slowly and gently circled it with a fingertip, but without touching his ultra-sensitive tip.
As he did this with one hand, he massaged my perineum with the other, drawing circles around the anus and applying gentle pressure to the opening. I’ve never had anal sex, but the anus is deliciously sensitive and feels so taboo that teasing can be very exciting, so I was delighted when Antonia lifted my right leg and pushed my knee back onto my chest to -parting my buttocks so that he could stroke my soft anus more easily. He dripped warm oil onto my pussy and as it trickled down he provided lubrication to ease the tip of his finger inside my anus to the first crevice as his thumb landed directly on my clit and pressed down. The combination made me exhale deeply and my eyes rolled back as her finger stroked just above and on either side of my clit again. I was so orgasmic as my pussy and anus began to contract, holding her finger tighter, but Antonia had other ideas and instead stopped, allowing me to calm down and catch my breath at least a little before redo the whole process.
The second time he started caressing my anus and inserting his middle finger again, he went deeper as his thumb slipped from my clit between my lips and slowly into my wet and aching pussy – how far He could.
With my legs spread and Antonia pulling me deep with her fingers, I couldn’t help but slide my hand down my belly to tease my clit in hopes that I could quickly reach the orgasm I was desperate to have. But again, Antonia stopped me, withdrew her fingers, and placed my bent legs on either side, wide apart, to rest on the towels.
I was panting heavily and shaking from the effect of being stopped twice, something I had only experienced while masturbating, but this had an intensity of its own.
As I calmed down, Antonia moved to the foot of the table and leaned forward between my wide open thighs, sliding her hands along my thighs, down to my groin and over my wet and sensitive pussy. Then gently digging her short nails into my thighs just below my groin, she slowly pulled sideways with both hands and watched as this parted my pussy lips. He held that position and leaned closer. She was so close I could feel her breath on my pussy and I was sure she was about to sink her tongue into me.
But no. Instead, he returned to massaging the length of my body, from toes to fingers, before stopping between my legs to part my inner lips again and gently tease my clit with her fingertips. It was total ecstasy.
When I’m really turned on, I get incredibly wet, and with all this activity and constant stimulation, I could feel how wet I was as it trickled down my anus, making a wet patch under me.
With my arms stretched above my head and my legs still wide apart, I squirmed under Antonia’s expert hands, it was impossible to hide how she was making me feel now. I was covered in oil from head to toe, completely exposed and open, and I absolutely loved it. I was desperate for Antonia to sink her fingers deep into me again; two fingers, three fingers.
As Antonia continued to massage me and caress my pussy, I closed my eyes and my imagination instantly turned this into a full lesbian experience.
It might have just been in my imagination, but I wanted to feel and taste her incredibly sexy body and properly share that experience with her.
When the session ended, Antonia moved next to me. She put one hand between my breasts and with my legs still wide apart, she cupped my pussy with her other hand, her two middle fingers pressing against my wet, swollen lips, the bridge of her palm pressing firmly against my clit. She very, very slowly began to bend her two fingers so that they slipped between my lips and inside my vagina, deeper and deeper, raising her hand to my clit and pushing her two fingers all the way.
It was just calm, gentle teasing, and as I inhaled sharply, her finger circled my upper lip and gently caressed my clit, bringing me to the heights of pleasure. My body tensed, I felt my hips involuntarily rise from the bed and I quickly reached the most fantastic and intense orgasm that shook my whole body. I just didn’t want it to end, but as my orgasm subsided, Antonia waited for my breathing to slow and me to calm down before saying,
– I really hope you enjoyed your special treatment and I hope to see you again very soon for a longer, deeper and more intense massage.
Then he turned and walked out of the room, leaving me shaking, panting, after my body had been caressed and teased to the point of a spectacular orgasm, the likes of which I had never experienced before. I got up to get dressed and could hardly walk!
Needless to say, I continued to see Antonia for another three months, enjoying many long, deep, sensual massages and a series of incredible, intense orgasms on a level I never thought possible.
