Sensual massage
It took three years from the timid question “how can I ask for a happy ending” to “what was your experience and where can I find one?” before he met Hunter. I knew I wanted and needed more than the happy ending.” I long for more eroticism, more sensuality, more mind/body connection. It is what Hunter offered me and I gratefully received from him. The time to look for it is so well worth it.
It’s not important why, but I was desperate for the sensual touch of another person…to feel hands on my body. Exploring, healing, creating pleasure…hands that bring me a sense of connection and intimacy. Well-meaning friends suggested a certain massage parlor, but this thoughtm-a made me roll my eyes andm-a left cold.
All things considered, I don’t know if I’m the typical candidate to be looking for this kind of experience. Is there a typical woman looking for this experience? Athletic and fit and still beautiful at 55, I live a mostly clean and healthy life. And yet, the real need for sensual touch weighed down my life and forced me to seek self-care. Sure…sensual massage is in my fantasy wheelhouse to go to, but really, how likely is that to happen…?
So there I was, reading and texting some nice men, too far away to connect when I read Hunter’s message. The message struck a chord. With guidance from the well-reviewed and generous Firmtouchmassage on Reddit and guidance from them on how to proceed, I answered Hunter’s questions and concerns. We pre-arrange a date to meet for coffee at a convenient location. Checking out his vibe in person is a prerequisite for me.
Hunter caught my eye instantly. His open and friendly smile…sparkling green eyes. Excited, I looked away from him as I ended my phone call not wanting to appear emotional! An attractive young man smiling at me!?! Butterflies exploded around me.
We said hello and sat outside the cafe to chat for a bit. The look in his eyes, his easy smile and the comfort in his own body drew me in. And his body…athletic, toned and tanned with sexy arms. A surfer or runner for sure I thought. Hunter’s measured questions to me and mirrored answers to my questions to him demonstrated his full attention to our conversation. And I was distracted by his body. LOL.
We set up a time to meet in a few days for a massage. When we were about to leave, I told him I wanted to hug him. A sexy smile crossed her face and we hugged. An organic movement into each other’s space where it felt… congruent. A warm feeling pulsed through me as we lingered in each other’s arms for a moment. I could feel the warmth of his body, young, strong and sensual. I took a long, deep breath and yes…it felt right.
Two nights before we planned to meet, we talked online again. I had a few more questions that he answered easily. We also disclosed more personal information that we thought was important for them to know. During our conversation, I shared that I had written some erotic stories on another site where I was a member. Hunter playfully asked about them and the links to read them. Hunter seemed eager to read what I had written, and declared that he would like to do so as soon as he was alone. He then made some generous remarks about my website profile as well. But by sharing these stories I wrote, fantasies really, Hunter would see into an intimate and cherished part of me. I always feel vulnerable sharing my creative spirit, but honestly, I felt okay sharing them with him.
We met at his salon the following Monday. Eager and still a little excited to do this, Hunter came to meet me from the loft to where I parked. Strangely, I became rational and began to think about how we were walking as we approached each other. Were my hips even swaying? Did I have that weird right leg kick I do because of my hip? My mind wandered, avoiding the actual physical sensations of my heart pounding in anticipation. The back of my neck warmed as I gathered myself. Casually greeting each other, we then turned to go back to the loft.
The place presented a cool masculine atmosphere with refined taste with a clean display of accessories. I noticed his treasures artfully scattered around as my eyes looked around. Soothing colors and music filtered into my awareness. The soft sumptuous textures were within reach. Well put together environments are sensual experiences and Hunter’s style reflected the flow of masculinity in subtle warm colors, welcoming textures and beautiful natural light. Fuck. And it smelled good. A lit candle perfuming the room opened my senses to the full. And here I was…in my body…with a handsome young man who wanted to please me.
I’m not that shy and after visiting the toilet I undressed quickly. Undressed now, I checked around the room for a few more moments, appreciating his place and her style. Hunter’s energy, that room, the music, the lighting, and the scent relieved me of my nervousness.
I moved to lie face down on the table, waiting while he dutifully washed his hands. He approached me, walking quietly on his bare feet. His strong hands ran over my sheet-draped body to gently acclimate me to him and familiarize himself with my body. A deep sigh escaped my lips as my insides charged with our initial exchange of energy.
Our conversation slowed to a complete halt as my body melted under his skilled, groping touch. I felt my hips push up ever so slightly as he hummed my approval. The therapeutic aspect of the massage left nothing to be desired. Hunter demonstrated the skills of a gifted therapist. My body warmed and I squirmed slightly as Hunter’s fingertips caressed the length of my body. Parting my legs slightly wider, he pulled back the sheet to allow a stretch of my hips. His hands moved along my legs and up my back to grab and knead the muscles. Continuing up, his fingers slid into my hair, grabbing my scalp and tugging seductively. My heart was pounding. The long, slow, deep strokes back up my body, much needed, wet my lips.
And there…I felt my breath catch. Fingertips moved up and down whispering over my warm wet slit. With lyrical tenderness, he slipped his fingers around, over and back as I struggled to control my breathing. My body was wracked with aching desire and anticipation.
My moans remained soft, stifling years of desire and pain. But Hunter’s expert touch and eagerness to please and satisfy won me over. The intoxication of wanting MORE flooded in and through me. My mind was blown. I wasn’t thinking anymore… I was feeling.
I rolled back and his caresses continued to wash over me. Soft fingers touched my face and my lips parted. Following his thumb along my bottom lip, I moaned softly again. His fingers slid lightly down my neck and my back arched to receive his hands on my breasts. He leaned down and pressed his warm, strong body against mine. My yogic breathing failed completely as I panted and bit my lip. Head back and chest arched up. Our bodies are intimately connected. He bent my knees up and wide as his fingers first teased then entered my quivering and hungry pussy. My hips rose up to his fingers. I dutifully pumped my hips against his fingers, begging for release. His beautiful body intuitively pressed against mine knowing the intimacy I longed for. My body shook as I pushed back and rode his fingers. I think I yelled…
A few moments later I kind of woke up and felt him slide and sit behind me. His chest pressed against my back as our bodies slid together and he held me tight. Stroking my face, hair, his arms then wrapped around me. Our bodies glistened in the natural light of his room, both wet with exertion. I took in his strong arms as he held me, his golden skin a pleasure to trace with my fingertips. I remember still trying to catch my breath and smiling.
For me, this experience stands out as the most erotic and sensual of my life. Never has a lover spent over ninety minutes creating and sustaining such exquisite pleasure for me. It was ALL about me and yet the intimacy of that energy is something we shared. An orgasm so intense that I passed out in his arms. Hunter held me as I shook and screamed. I shared this. To call this a happy ending suggests that William Shakespeare is a hack. A sensual erotic massage like this guarantees a throne and a crown.
