It’s time for the massage
After going months without being touched, I gave in and made an appointment with a friend for a massage. The massage was normal and adequate. My reactions, probably very inappropriate. Unfortunately, my dirty mind imagines and wanders off with the wonderful deep massage that speaks to my masochistic side, which she knows very well. Please keep in mind, I have a very perverted mind.
Today I drove to the massage studio, a bundle of nerves. Determined to be good and not embarrass my masseuse with moans, grunts and whimpers. I also promised myself not to grab it to help with the strong pleasure I get from a strong, deep massage. The following mantra was repeating itself in my head:
– I will behave nicely. I won’t make him feel uncomfortable.
Walking up to the studio, I have butterflies in my stomach. The shy part of me is at war with my desire to have his hands enjoy me. I mean to fix my tight muscles. Gather yourself together. I will behave nicely.
I open the door and enter. He is sitting at the reception with a colleague. My eyes dart to him and quickly to the floor. I am so excited and excited. I gather tootried hard to behave normally.
He leads me into the room and allows me to undress and get comfortable on the table before entering. As I sit there waiting, my mind wanders to what it would be like if he stayed and insisted that I get ready with a spotter or that he undress himself. I’m starting to feel aroused. Damn it! Be nice!
He comes in and asks if I have any problem areas. I point them out in my nervous stuttering voice. Luckily for me, he knows how to calm my nerves. Talk about movies and start on my back. I’m distracted by his voice, his calmness, and his lovely hands traveling over my shoulders and upper back.
At first it’s gentle but firm and in my sensual head. Then it deepens to the delicious almost painful sensation that seems to feed my soul and make my body hum. I’m trying so hard not to think about the fact that I’m already getting wet between my legs. I try to remember not to release the moans.
I’m not sure how long my struggle to control my noises goes on. It feels like forever. Then a moan escapes. Fuck. He ignores it and continues as if it hadn’t happened. I feel his big and strong body next to me. Bending down to loosen another tight muscle. Is it his cock touching my side? Fuck! Another strangled moan escapes.
Okay, maybe staying silent isn’t going to happen. Changing the rules, do it as quietly as possible. I relax a little with the indulgence of the mind for some release from the pleasure I feel. He doesn’t seem to notice or be bothered, so we’re good.
Between one super deep pussy wetting pressure and the next, my mind wanders. I imagine him rhythmically bending down to rub against me as he works and I whimper. The need to touch him is intense. I promised to be nice, so I ball my hands into fists for control.
I would love his hands on my ass. To feel him parting from me, to imagine seeing how wet he makes me. The thought of this turns me on and makes me squirm and the juices begin to coat my inner thighs.
Fuck me! Pull yourself together, woman! Control yourself!
He moves up so his hand puts pressure on my neck. My brain focuses on the wonderful pleasure of feeling controlled. Oh damn.
I want him to stick me to the table with his body. His cock released and teasing my wet folds and hard clit. Hand still on my neck, I squirm. My body tenses and my pussy leaks.
He walks over to my feet. Starting at the back of my ankle. It feels so good. As his hands travel up my legs, I imagine what it would be like if he continued. His hands again on my ass groping and opening me up. Hands so strong. He would use a finger or two to spread the wetness he had ripped from me. He would rub me a few times until I reached the limit.
Damn it! Back to reality. I make all kinds of noises that I really didn’t mean to make. I need to stop thinking so much. Between the pleasure I get from the deep massage and the naughty head, I am so wet. The little orgasms I’ve had make me giddy and dizzy.
The massage is over. Now to gather myself as gracefully as possible and go home so I can deal with the pain that is building. I’m giggling like a drunk man. Pay for the massage and hurry home.
