Happy Ending Massage

Finally...it’s time for my massage. 3pm on the second Friday of every month...no matter what - these 45 minutes are all mine...to relax and unwind. It’s been such a busy few weeks. I can’t wait to just drift away.

I lie face down on the treatment bed wearing nothing but a small towel wrapped around my waist. When I arrived, the receptionist told me that my regular masseuse is on vacation and I’d be seen by someone else. I wonder who it will be...

“May I come in?”

“Yes, come in.”

Hmm, you have a nice voice. I turn my head to look at you as you come through the door.

“Hi. Since Theresa is on vacation, I’ll be working on you today. Is that okay?”

 

I catch myself staring at you a little longer than I should.

“Yes, yes, of course. Thank you.”

“Great.”

 

You give me a small smile as you meet my eyes. And I can’t help but smile back. This is going to be an interesting experience. I’ve never been so attracted to someone giving me a spa treatment before.

“Okay, I’m going to start with your back and then move onto your legs. You just relax and let me know if you need any changes.”

 

“Great, thank you.”

Just moments ago I was ready to drift off into a relaxation-induced sleep. And now I’m… excited. Anxious, even, for you to put your hands all over me. And I know you’re a professional, but...I wonder what it’s like…touching people all day…do you ever get turned on by your clients? Rubbing them down with oil...massaging their soft skin...

You move up and down my back. Pushing your thumbs and fingertips into my knots. And easing away my tensions. Fuck, that feels good...

“How’s the pressure?”

 

“Mmm, it’s perfect...”

I steal a look at you, glancing behind to watch you, and you smile at me.  Something in your eyes makes me wonder what you’re thinking...

“Good, I’m glad you’re enjoying it...”

 

I know this is kind of… inappropriate, , but it’s turning me on so much that you’re touching me like this. I mentally shake myself and try to concentrate on relaxing.

Your hands glide across my skin with such ease. You seem to know exactly where to rub. Are you enjoying touching me as much as I’m enjoying being touched by you?

I feel you shift to the end of the bed. And you wrap your hands around my right calf...gliding your hands all the way up from my ankle...to my knee...and then further up my thigh...

Your hands glide down my leg and back up again. Each time you rub your thumbs into my thigh, you seem to get a little higher. Or could I be imagining it?

Oh god, you’re nearing the edge of my towel which is barely covering my ass. You circle your thumbs into the back of my thigh barely an inch from my ass. Your thumb slowly circles around from the back towards the inside of my thigh…so close to my pussy.

“Is that...okay for you?”

 

For a moment, I don’t know what to say. It feels absolutely amazing, but you can’t be asking what I think you’re asking. Right?

“Yeah, it’s great. Actually, it feels amazing. Please keep going…”

I open my eyes and turn my head towards you. Seeing if I can catch your eye. You’re looking straight into mine. You smile at me mischievously and bite your lip...

“Okay, I’ll keep going...”

 

You glide your palms under my towel and over my ass. A wave of desire rushes through me.

“Is it…Is it okay if I take this off?”

I pull at the towel still covering my ass.

“Of course...whatever is most pleasurable for you....”

 

You bite your lip again as I shift the towel off myself.It’s so hot how wrong this.
Your fingers graze my pussy from behind. Oh, god. I raise my ass slightly into the air...inviting you to go further in.

“Would you like to turn over?”

 

I turn over obediently and watch the look of hunger in your eyes as you take in the sight of my body. Your lips look so soft and inviting…I can’t help but to sit up and kiss you.

You place your hands on my ankles and guide me down to the end of the table. You slide out of your pants and trail your hand down through the waistband of your panties.

Your mouth finds its way to my neck...down to my breasts. You suck on each nipple. Fuck, my clit is begging for attention…

My legs are shaking in anticipation as you push me gently back onto the table. Your fingers are still buried in your panties. You bend forward and push your mouth against my pussy.

Ohhh, fuck. Fuck, yeah. Your tongue settles on my clit, moving in slow, tight circles.

“Right there. Fuck, yes, right there...”

Your tongue moves faster. You’re fingering yourself hard as you fuck me with your mouth and your free hand plucks at my nipples. You pull your mouth away and replace it with two long fingers…

Oh my god. Oh, fuck, yes! You fuck me… with deep, hard strokes…hitting that perfect spot…

Oh, fuck, you fuck me so well! I sit up and reach for you… pull you closer to me. And I pull your panties down and find your wet pussy.Immediately sliding  my fingers deep inside you

We fuck each other with desperate needy pumps of our hands.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck!”

We slowly untangle and I sit back on my elbows on the table. I glance over your shoulder at the clock on the wall. We managed not to go over time.

You smile at me as you get dressed. Almost instantly you’re back in professional mode.

“I hope that was pleasurable for you. Please take as long as you need to relax. And if you should need my services again, I’d be more than happy to help…”

I hope my regular masseuse calls in sick more often.