I found it very unbelievable because I had a full-body oil massage, which is a common beauty program, and although you need to be completely naked when you do it, the beautician doesn’t touch sexually sensitive areas such as nipples and pussy, and although it’s comfortable, you can’t usually talk about any sexual pleasure. I then contacted the massage therapist on the blog and made an appointment.
Following the masseur’s directions, I found the club: an ordinary flat, and the masseur warmly invited me to the massage room (a room in the flat). The room had a TV and a bed, which was a decent size.
The masseur asked: Do you want a full body massage with oil massage? I said yes, he closed the door and let me sit on the edge of the bed.
He’s about 35 years old, about 183, not a bad body type, fair skin, quite handsome, my type. With a professional smile. I suddenly felt a little embarrassed at this point, because I was after all with the motive of asking for special service, but this discomfort was only for a second, because I said to myself, I am a guest, where is a guest afraid of a waiter.
At this point the masseur smiled and said, Let me change your clothes. I stood up, and he undid my blouse and took it off neatly (including my bra). I felt embarrassed to let him help me take off my pants, so I took off my pants myself and kept my underwear on.
By this time he had set up the pillows, laid out a bath towel, had me put on a disposable massage suit, and had me lie down on the bed.
Once I was on my back, he said, Let me help you out of your panties, and then pulled mine down and off from behind. This was obviously to avoid the embarrassment of a guest taking off this last piece of clothing. Then she asked me how the temperature of the air conditioning was, adjusted it, and asked me if I wanted to watch TV or listen to music, and I chose light music.
He dimmed the lights and started the service, which all in all started out looking very professional.
It started with hands pressing from shoulders to back. He then carefully asked me if my hands were cold, heavy, etc… I do a lot of this kind of general massage so I’m more used to it. Anyway, it started with the back and lower back, then did the hips, legs, feet, and then you can massage the arms and then have the client roll over, as if that’s the order everywhere.
But, because now that I was holding onto the idea of wanting to touch, the thought of going to the sexy side of things came to mind, so every move he made to caress my bare skin with his hands gave my senses a little more of that flavor.
I’ve found that when one’s heart moves in that direction, it does seem to feel different. It’s like it’s starting to do that when it’s doing it before it even hits any sensitive zones.
So I talked to him. Nothing more than small talk. He talked nice and carefully.
I asked him if he had a lot of female customers and he said no.
I asked him if they only do it here for female guests and he said yes, they only have female guests here.
After talking for a while without words, there was just silence.
He did feel good massaging me, and I think I might have gotten slightly wet down there, probably in anticipation. By the time he told me to roll over, my heart was beating faster because I knew he was going to massage my breasts.
By this time I was feeling a little red in the face, but luckily the light wasn’t too strong so he shouldn’t be able to tell. I turned over and immediately closed my eyes. He covered my lower back with a towel and came over to the front of my head.
Sure enough at this time he asked me: There is no place you are not comfortable pressing, right? Out of curiosity, I asked: Where are the other customers?
He said, Oh, some guests don’t allow nipple pressing, that’s reserved for the gentleman. After saying that, we both laughed. This laugh washed away all the embarrassment.
Me: What about most of them? He said: It doesn’t matter, it’s comfortable to press everywhere. I said: I don’t care either.
It was probably the passion of being confronted with a strange member of the opposite sex, and the moment his hands slid over the tips of my breasts, I was surprised by a slight shiver and a silky sound from my mouth.
Dexterous hands massaging nipples feels fantastic! I believe that many women at this time will have some kind of sexual pleasure, may also be embarrassed, so he is very experienced to make a strong talk: comfortable, right? A lot of people have come to do, the effect is quite good, now people work more tired, after work to relax and relax!
I now believe what the blog says.
Because I found that he would observe me, he found that I liked it when he massaged my breasts, so he pushed my breasts repeatedly, and after pushing them for a while, he used a very comfortable movement: starting from my armpits, he wiped his hands over the breasts and nipples, pushed down both ribs, until he reached the side of half of my buttocks, and then flipped it back… Then he went the opposite direction to do it: starting from the neck and pushed down, passing through the breasts, stomach, until it touched my pubic hair, and then retracted it from the side.
Every time he pushed in the direction of my bottom, I felt excited and my body seemed to expect her to keep going down ……
I didn’t say anything, this time because I was a little embarrassed to answer. I felt as if he pushed a little more into his pussy this time, as if he was baiting me.
That’s when he did something I wasn’t expecting: stopped his hands on my breasts and quickly rubbed my nipples with his fingers! It was a very exciting maneuver.
I must have had a strange look on my face when he said, “It’s nice, isn’t it?” I bit my lip and said, “Yes.
As he continued to caress my nipples, I closed my eyes and simply moaned because I couldn’t help it, massaging my nipples was really stimulating and it felt like my brain nerves were moving. He continued to massage my breasts with the palms of his hands slowly rotating them.
I read a short story about a female client who had some sort of unspoken love affair with a male masseur during a massage or something like that. This is the novelist’s romantic imagination. In fact, the relationship between us who meet in passing is a monetary one; I pay and he gives me service. I think a lot of women may be less interested when they think of this level, because the kind of intimacy they seek is not only physical, but also emotional.
Personally, I have always preferred massage because I think that going to the beauty treatment or going to the doctor is for the sake of good health only, of course, we should try our best to relax, otherwise it is just spending money to buy sin. Some men and women may ask why they do not go to a man if they have physical needs. I think the reason is the same as masturbation: many men or women masturbate either because their sexual partners are unable to go to bed with them at the moment; or because the orgasm of masturbation and the orgasm of sex cannot be replaced by each other, and each has its own merits.
I have my husband with me in my normal life though. But hubby can’t give you every skin delicate caress to the point of relaxing your whole body like these professional male masseurs do.
Psychologically, my husband is the active party, the conqueror; the male masseur is the one I pay for, the one who serves me. So a male masseur giving me a massage has something that my husband can’t match.
At this point he did not continue, but went out.
He came back half a minute later, brought a hot bath towel, laid it over me and gently wiped off the oil, and told me to roll over and get down.
I wanted to ask why, didn’t have the heart, and guessed that it was probably a program of the service.
I later learned I was right. They have to press long enough each time to make it worthwhile for repeat customers. He started with the back first, and this time it felt different from earlier, the approach was to gently caress and tease over my back and waistline like a lover…a hand that seemed to be covered with not just twenty fingers, but many fingers covering every nerve end piggyback.
He kept touching me while a slight moan came out of his mouth: ah …… oh …….
I was soon feeling it, feeling even wetter down there, and my lower body was unconsciously rubbing up gently against the towel underneath me. Then I heard him take off his shoes and ride up on his knees behind my body, pushing on my ass and waist. Both of these are sexually sensitive areas for women, and he certainly didn’t leave them alone. It was so comfortable for him to press that I instinctively just gradually kicked my ass up. But he didn’t stimulate my core right away.
He leaned forward and knelt a bit, crouched down and ran his hands from his hips, through his waist, back and then slid to his side and reached in front to touch his breasts! I couldn’t restrain myself then, and let out an ohhhh sound and sucked in hard when he touched my nipples, so he catered to that by moaning a few times as well and continuing to rub my nipples.
I felt the nerves in my nipples connecting directly to my brain, and the stimulation came in waves, as if my body was falling apart and a stream of water was escaping from my lower body. I unconsciously raised my upper body so that he could grasp my breasts, while my body involuntarily and helplessly twisted and continued to mmmmmm moan.
He probably thought I was moaning too loud, got up and turned up the music, and came back to continue in the same position.
Since he was so comfortable caressing my breasts, my senses were focused on them and my lower body, and I was insensitive to my waist and back, so although he was doing a big loop (from ass, waist, and back to, well, breasts, and then folding back through my abdomen), he mainly stayed there pressing on the breasts. I must have been so out of it: kicking my ass and moaning there.
He sat up at this point and gave me a very gentle squeeze on my lower back. I understood and got down. He pumped some oil into his hand and sprinkled it on the crack of my ass.
Gosh, I knew he was probably going to massage my asshole, and thought, I don’t think so, right?
Without giving it much thought, his fingers had already passed there. He was very good at it: he took turns teasing his ass with both hands, and each time I passed my asshole I got a little excited, and by taking turns teasing it like that, the excitement was just jumping all over the place. I guess by this time I was dripping all over the towel.
He spoke then: comfortable? I didn’t say anything, just uttered a sound.
He proceeded to let his finger linger at the anus, massaging the perineum, rotating and gently wriggling, while his other hand pressed against my ass, making me so comfortable! She must have known herself that this was a good time for her guest, so his professional moans got a little louder.
At this time I more or less moved to his feelings, so I said with a red face: you just use your hands ah, can you use your body to give me a push? He replied: Is it a body push? Well, I have no problem, but you have to give me an extra 1000 dollars. We do this all consume physical strength.
I thought that since I had done it and it felt so good, I should do it. So I promised him.
He pressed himself against me from behind, his arms swinging in front of my head. Immediately I felt his roots scratching against my back, tickling. His professional moan amplified as well, wondering how much of it was real, and how much of it should have been comforting to himself, as he continued to press down, using his body to massage me with…
One side of the question: say it when it presses hard. I say it’s okay, it’s fine.
He massaged his back like this again more comfortable than his hands, because the contact surface is bigger and it’s his sensitive organ, it’s more skin to skin. He massaged my back with his body and gradually moved down again, turning on my ass… I was a little embarrassed at this point, after all, it was lower body contact between a man and a woman, but he guessed it didn’t matter and continued to do it, pinning his cock in the crack of my ass to tease it!
I was on the verge of orgasm at this point, and I got bold, so I simply said, “Can you massage my ass with your hands again? I made this request because just now he massaged my ass so comfortably that I felt like I was on the verge of an orgasm.
He said yes and massaged my asshole massage again like he just did, and I felt that one coming soon and said, you keep doing that, don’t stop. He said okay, I don’t stop, and he increased his moaning.
I’ve never had an orgasm from massaging my asshole before, and of course, no one has ever caressed my ass long before touching my pussy before but this time I was really there. My lower body was pressed tightly against the washcloth and I felt my clit jutting and fluttering as he pressed his fingers against my ass and came!
I bit my lip to stifle a moan for fear of screaming too loud.
After this wave passed, I gasped as I reached down and touched myself: my vaginal opening and the towel underneath were all wet!
Sister want to take a rest got? I said yes and climbed up, seeing that I was completely naked and he was naked, he first lifted the corner of the towel and wiped the water from my lower body. I was embarrassed, but relaxed as I watched him concentrate. Then he gently pulled off the wet washcloth and padded it with a clean one.
Put on his shirt and got out of bed, (he left for a minute, I sat naked on the bed, looking at the light on my oiled breasts, glittering, and smiled to myself, thinking, I did not think that you can play like this, usually difficult to reach the climax, was this white boy easily came a few times, and thought of it, and a tingling sensation like an electric current flowed through the whole body, comfortable)
He brought me a glass of warm water, “Let’s talk”, I greeted him voluntarily.
Me: Has anyone else been like me? He: Very few.
Him: It looks like you’re pretty comfortable. Me: That’s for sure, haven’t felt this good in a while.
He: Are you married? I thought about it and said: married, with my husband feel good.
Him: your husband wouldn’t do that to you, would he? Me: My husband does, not as well as you do.
He smiled smugly.
Him: do you want more? Me: What?
He: There are more comfortable ones out there I smiled and said: I don’t want to leave yet.
He: Yeah, I haven t done the whole set yet either, I didn t expect you to …… take another break and listen to the song for a while.
After my orgasm, I hugged him to death and wouldn’t let go. He whispered in my ear, “It’s all wet.
I said, It’s so…cozy! After sitting up, he toweled me off the oil, and looking at his body, I got a little mischievous and said I’d like some, and went for his nipples and root. He didn’t resist, let me lick them, and continued to moan professionally!