Sensations at the spa
I was also excited and excited about the new Intimate Massage offered at the spa. The description was teasingly ambiguous, stating simply “An experience that will bring you to new heights of pleasure and relaxation.”
The session started just like any other massage session. The massage therapist met me in the lobby and guided me to a private room. In the room, I could see what appeared to be a standard massage table, a chair and a work area for the therapist. The lighting was dim. He asked me to undress completely, lie on the table on my back and cover myself with the provided sheet. Then he left.
I began to undress with trepidation as it was my first time completely undressing for a massage. I removed my bra and thong and ran my hands over my lithe body. I had recently started going to the gym and was enjoying the feel of my slightly muscular abs stretching down to my well groomed pussy. I sat down on the table and lay back, immediately noticing that the table was quite small. Instead of resting completely on the table, my legs dangled over the edge of my knee. I covered myself with the sheet and waited for the therapist to return.
With a light tap, he asked if I was ready. I said I am. He walked in, dimmed the lights and turned on some soft music. He moved behind me and asked me to close my eyes.
I felt a rustle in the sheet above my breasts and realized he was pulling it aside, exposing my nipples and part of my breasts. When the cold air hit my nipples, I felt them stiffen. He gently caressed each breast, then began to firmly massage my nipples, pulling and squeezing, alternating between a soft touch and a firm pinch. My breathing quickened as I basked in the attention. He squeezed some warm oil on each nipple and rubbed it in. I could feel the heat spreading through my body, radiating from my nipples between my legs. This continued for a long time and I began to gently rub my legs, trying to indirectly stimulate myself even more.
Noticing my movements, he moved to the foot of the table. It looked like some equipment was being moved, but I kept my eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of warmth in my body. Suddenly, he was lifting my legs and when I opened my eyes, I saw that he had tied stirrups to the end of the table. The sheet fell back over my stomach as he placed my legs in stirrups. He then asked me to straighten my back to the end of the table exposing myself fully.
At first I was ashamed. I pulled my knees inward, trying to limit what he could see. He placed his warm hands on the inside of my thighs and pressed them gently, asking me to relax and enjoy myself. As I thought about the great feelings he had already brought me, I dropped my knees to the side and closed my eyes again.
It felt like an eternity as I lay there, her eyes searching my most private area, when I felt a warm liquid slide over my clit and labia. Her fingers soon followed, expertly rubbing the oil in circles over my smooth skin. Her touch moved over my labia, then centered on my clit, rubbing slowly, gently. He was so close to me that I could feel his hot breath on my skin. I could imagine her breathing in the scent of my arousal. I moaned and began to rock my hips gently as I lost myself in the pleasurable sensations it was creating.
After a few minutes she stopped touching me and I was initially disappointed; however, I realized that he was only taking something from a drawer under the table. I felt his hand on me again, parting my lips. I could feel something big pressing and then entering my pussy. Oh, that’s what was missing. I so needed to feel full. He continued to push the big dildo into me until he couldn’t go any further. He pulled it out just a little, then pushed it back in, moving faster with each thrust. Her other hand resumed the gentle circles on my clit and I thought I was going to explode. This intimate massage was worth every penny I spent on it!
So many times I reached the peak of orgasm and every time he immediately stopped his movements. Each time orgasm was bypassed, my sensitivity went up a notch and new levels of pleasure were reached. I never imagined I could feel this good.
Again, her touch left me. I heard her rummaging in the drawer once more. What might they be looking for now? There could be no way to make this feel better. I took stock of my current state realizing how turned on I was and how I needed to look. My nipples were still poking through the slits in the sheet. They were hard as pebbles and tingling with sexual excitement. My body glistened with a fine sweat from my effort to almost orgasm but then hold back. Although I couldn’t see it, I knew my clit was full of blood after playing for so long without release.
His hands were back. She poured more warm oil over me and rubbed it over my clit, pussy and around my ass. Her fingers lingered there and I felt pressure forcing my anus open and accepting. I gasped as I had never experienced anal play before and couldn’t imagine the sensation that was coming over me. He asked me if he was bothering me and should stop. I told him no and to continue. One of her hands moved back to my clit, continuing the relentless rubbing, while the other hand continued to apply pressure. With a slight pop, I felt my bottom open, then close. This feeling was soon followed by more pressure and another feeling of opening and closing. I knew enough to know that she was putting anal beads in me.
He slowed and sped up his rubbing as each bead was gently pushed inside. I was climbing that mountain once more towards a very intense orgasm. I moaned loudly as I felt the vibrator enter my pussy. Oh god, this girl had to have three hands while she was working the vibrator, she kept rubbing my clit and she had one hand on her anal beads! The heat was building inside me and was about to burst when I felt the anal beads being ripped from me. I was on the edge of ecstasy and screaming as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever had rocked my body from head to toe. The orgasm seemed to last several minutes before I collapsed in a heap on the table. He cleaned up quietly, removed my legs from the stirrups and placed them on the floor, then covered me with a soft cloth sheet, replacing the other one. He whispered in my ear to rest as much as I needed and that I was exceptional.
