Massages have never been my thing. The intimacy and the fact that a stranger is massaging my body have always made me uncomfortable. But at some point, I needed it urgently. I hurt my back at the gym, and the pain won’t disappear. My doctor recommended a weekly massage to ease the pain, but I never expected it to have such a happy ending.
Step into the unknown
Despite my massage phobia, I decided to try an adult massage because of the pain. I found a place with an excellent reputation through word of mouth, even though it was quite a drive from my house. Before I tell you what occurred at the studio, you should know I was single for around three years. My ex-husband and I loathed each other until the future. Since our breakup, adult sex has not been an issue, but most nights, I still enjoyed watching my favorite porn and using a vibrator. Sex with adults was not my style.
Entering the Studio
I reached the dimly lit studio, enthusiastic but worried. A young receptionist greeted me in a low voice and showed me where to put my things and remove my clothes. I was told to select a room and soften until the masseuse was prepared.
I took off my clothes in the locker room and admired my body. Even though she was divorced, she had DD cup breasts, a perfectly trimmed adult pussy, and a nicely shaped ass. She looked very healthy. I covered a white towel around my body and went to the massage space. It stood quiet save for the soothing white sound. It reeked of incense and was warm enough to exist satisfied without a towel.
The massage begins
I placed a towel on my mule and fibbed on the massage plain. The masseuse came over, greeted me with a smile, and began to heat the massage oil and hot stones. He was one of the most gorgeous guys I had ever seen, towering, tanned, and toned. He was younger than me, but I could easily imagine him as such.
The burning grease drove down my rear, and his soft needles proceeded over my shoulders, fanning the friendly lubricant. I moaned quietly. It felt so good. His writings performed every mess in my rear, sending waves of comfort via me. I told him he was incredible. His fingers were magical, and I couldn’t help but imagine him in the bedroom.
Sensual Sensations
He placed hot stones on my spine; the contrast felt terrific. He drove to my portions and streamed oil on them similarly. The dripping sensation was like cum on the skin. He rubbed my legs, forcing his fingers into the painful muscles. I moaned again.
His writings reached a little too distant up my portions, almost to my adult pussy. I didn’t respond; I just enjoyed the sensation. My clit throbbed under his touch. My adult pussy was soaking wet. He reached nearer and nearer, making me enthusiastic.
Crossing the Line
He rumored in my ear and advised me to fib on my rear. I obeyed, facing upwards, my D-cup breasts still covered by the towel, facing the ceiling. The masseuse continued to massage my legs, getting closer to my adult pussy, exposing more of my thighs, almost revealing my adult pussy. He poured oil on my nipples, massaged my breasts, and tugged on my nipples. I noticed his hard cock through my shorts. He moved my towel to reveal my shiny lips and hard nipples. He used oil and rocks on my stomach, always dangerously missing my private parts. I couldn’t take it anymore. I stroked his penis gently over his shorts. He stopped massaging me for a point and teasingly drove his writing to my pubic bank and tickled my lips. The sensation was breathtaking. I was close to orgasm.
My Happy Ending
I pulled his cock out of his shorts. It was the biggest I had ever seen, perfectly shaved and veined. My growing adult pussy craved for him. I grabbed his cock in my chops, producing his rather whine. Finally, he touched my clit, and my body exploded.
He continued to stimulate my clit, keeping me turned on. I took his cock deep in my mouth and played with his balls. The cum ran down my throat. I pumped the masseuse in and out of my mouth while he played with my adult pussy and ass. I was on the verge of a violent adult orgasm.
I couldn’t hold it in any longer and squirted my juices all over his hands and the table. It was a great happy ending. He began to ejaculate, filling my throat with warm liquid. I licked his adult cock with delight with my language, and he drew it to release and licked me, scrubbing with a towel. I left the room, my body shaking with orgasm. As I dressed and left the salon, I finally understood why the reviews were so good.
