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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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This is a true story from a close friend of mine who asked me to write it up & share it. She is looking forward to your comments.
I'm a married lady age 46. I've always been faithful to my husband but I've just had a massage with a male therapist that has made me want to experiment.
About me, I'm a brunette, medium length hair, size 16, 5'7 curvy with firm tits and a neatly trimmed pussy with quite large outer lips and a clit that stands out when I'm aroused.
I'm no goddess but I think I'm quite attractive and still get guys looking at me.
I've always been interested in complimentary therapies and have had several spa weekends and massages when on holiday etc.
A couple of months ago I was feeling tense and began to think how much I needed a massage. I'd never considered looking for a massage so wasn't sure where to start.
I began with the local paper but the only ads were for female escorts.
I then thought I'd check online
Not knowing where to look I started with a google search which led me to a couple of fairly well known goods and services, small ads, sites.
I did a search in my general area and found both masseuses and a masseur in the midlands not far from me.
I've had lots of females massage me but never a man, I began wondering if a man would give me a firmer massage as there's nothing worse than a weak massage!
I sent him an e mail via the site and we then exchanged a couple of e mails for me to enquire about his professional qualifications, there were also a few questions from me on my nervousness and some reassuring from him before we arranged an appointment.
I wasn't comfortable going to a strange guys house so i invited him to mine.
I did tell my neighbour and friend that a complimentary therapist was visiting me as a safeguard and she said she would look out for me.
I showered and put on my big pants, non sexy bra and a track suit. I didn't want to look like I wanted anything more than a massage. I certainly at this point wasn't looking for anything more than relaxation.
I nervously waited and at 11am, right on schedule my doorbell rang. I opened it to be pleasantly surprised to find an athletic looking guy, mid 40's, around 6ft with cropped salt and pepper hair.
He was carrying a massage couch and a sports bag and introduced himself.
I immediately felt relaxed and showed him into my lounge where I had cleared space for his couch.
We made small talk about the weather whilst he set up his couch and he covered it with a sheet, towels and some tissue on a roll.
He laid his oils out on a towel on the coffee table and as he turned I caught sight of a reasonably large bulge in his tracksuit bottoms.
I felt my cheeks flush and my pussy, always quick to respond, heated itself up and started to juice! I was mortified, I didn't want to get on the table with a damp patch showing so excused myself to wipe my pussy and change my knickers. I had to change into some midi briefs, white with a high leg but at least they covered me up more than my usual thongs.
When I returned, he explained how I was to lay down on the table and explained that I could keep my bra on and just unhook it or remove it and he would drape me with a towel.
He then excused himself to the bathroom whilst I got undressed.
I quickly got out of my tracksuit and lay on the couch with my face thru a hole. I unhooked my bra and made sure my knickers were covering me properly!
He returned and asked if I minded him wearing shorts rather than his tracksuit bottoms as he got hot during the massage. I said it wasn't a problem and I heard his tracksuit bottoms slide down his legs.
Oh god, my pussy twitched again and I felt that flush of heat! Willing my pussy not to leak I tried to concentrate on other thoughts!
He started by relaxing me with some breathing exercises, some pulling of my back and sides and a gentle head and neck massage that he explained would take away my nerves.
I started to relax and heard him pop the cap on the oil bottle.
He started on my back and I was soon enjoying the massage, drifting into that blissful state that only a good massage can give you.
Once my back was done he moved up to my shoulders, at this point I opened my eyes and I could see through the face hole that he was standing above my head. I could see two lean long legs, lightly hairy with good calf muscles and I suddenly realised that his cock was inches from my head!
It was too late to check myself this time, my pussy almost squirted and I felt that hot dampness between my legs. All I could think of was his cock and how big it looked in his tracksuit bottoms.
I tried to relax and enjoy the shoulder massage and my mind started to drift again as my pussy cooled down.
After a few minutes, he stopped and explained that he would now do my legs, he covered my back with a fluffy towel which stopped just short of the bottom of my knickers. I felt him move around and sensed him standing at the foot of the couch. I knew he would be able to see right up my legs and that a very obvious damp patch would now be plain to see! But instead of embarrassment, I began to feel horny!
Here I was in just my knickers, my bra undone and a guy I didn't know starting to rub my calves with oil. My pussy twitched a couple of times and I felt my lubrication juices start up.
I must explain that I get very wet when aroused and always soak my knickers right through if I get horny. My clit also is quite large and seems to move outwards and upwards, pointing out quite obviously in tight knickers.
I tried to take my mind off it but couldn't, each sweep and knead of his hands climbed my legs a little further until he was brushing the edge of my knickers.
He moved back down again and the started on my left leg, slowly kneading and pulling my leg as he moved closer and closer to my burning pussy.
His hand brushed my lips through my pants and I gasped quite loudly. He apologised and asked if he should move lower. I said no it was fine, it just it made me jump a little.
He continued to move up and down my legs, barely touching but lightly brushing my pussy lips occasionally. By this time I was in heat, my juices were flowing and I could feel the dampness moving over my clit. My juices felt hot and as soon as my clit sensed the heat of the moisture it reacted and thrust itself forward. I groaned again and involuntarily lifted my arse at the same time.
I was so aroused I could have quite happily sat on a traffic cone and swallowed it up!
He asked if I wanted my arse massaged, only he called it my glutes but explained that in order to do so he would need to remove my knickers.
He knew I was horny, he could see my pussy lips through the damp fabric and I guess spied a chance to see it in its glory.
I said go ahead, by this time all my nerves were gone and my inhibitions were being rubbed away with each stroke.
I knew my husband was safely at a conference in London and I wouldn't be at any risk of being caught.
He gently removed my knickers and I'm sure I heard him breathe in deeply. The horny bugger had obviously sniffed them before he put them down!
The thought that he could smell my sex just made me hornier, I opened my legs a little more feeling the juices run down over my lips. This time it was he who gasped! I smiled to myself, I decided to let him do whatever he wanted to me.
I hadn't had sex in months, my vibe wasn't big enough and more than once I'd bought a large cucumber from the supermarket and masturbated with it before chopping it into a salad!
He started to rub my arse, long fingers and his thumbs kneading my cheeks, pulling them apart and skimming over my bum hole.
I felt like I was going to cum, I could feel my cunt boiling over, the tingling in my pussy becoming unbearable.
He asked if I had ever heard of Yoni massage.
I said I knew it was massage of the pussy but had never experienced it.
He asked would I like to try it.
I said 'Oh yes please!'
He started by running his fingers lightly over my outer lips. From bum to clit and back again.
Gently rolling my pussy lips between his thumb & forefinger he outlined my opening.
I was taking short, quick breaths and knew I was soaking his fingers.
He gently circled my clit whilst pressing hard on my pussy with his palm.
I couldn't help myself and I was grinding my cunt against his hand.
He slipped two fingers into me, widening them to a v shape and stretching my hole open. He shoved his thumb up my ass and squeezed my swollen clit with his other hand.
I went over the edge.
I felt my pussy spasm as boiling hot juices were forced from me and my orgasm took me by surprise.
Bucking and groaning I was having a continuous cum as he hooked his fingers in my cunt, curled his thumb into my ass and pulled me back & forth.
Once it had subsided, he asked me to turn over.
Dispensing with any towel draping, he put a bolster under my knees so that my legs fell wide open. Exposing my fanny to him.
Just knowing I was completely on show had me simmering just below boiling point and I knew that I would cum with the slightest touch.
Sensing this, he moved away from my sex and gently massaged my legs, arms and abdomen.
I was drifting into a light sleep when he stopped.
I sensed he was standing by my head and before I could take a sneaky look, he flicked both my nipples hard.
This sent shockwaves through me and my nerve endings were instantly on fire.
My tits were rubbed, pulled, tweaked and massaged until my nipples were like football studs.
Once he sensed that I was at boiling point, he started on my pussy.
Pouring cold oil over my hot lips had me groaning again as he expertly massaged my outer and inner lips.
He curled his finger up to my spongy g-spot and pressed gently but firmly.
I was desperate to cum as he circled my clit with his thumb.
I heard a low guttural moaning sound and then realised it was me.
My orgasm started deep inside my cunt, wave after wave of pleasure hit me as I gushed hot juices all up his arm and over his chest.
I've never cum so hard in my life.
I was totally exhausted as he gently wrapped me in a sheet and the massage was brought to a close.
No words were said as he packed up his things and he remained very professional.
I've rebooked him for next month and hope to make this a monthly treat.
My pussy tingled for days afterwards and every time I let my mind wander, I feel my pussy start to heat up.
I told my husband I'd had a massage but I may as well have said I'd bought a new frying pan for all the interest he showed.
If only he knew just what a brazen woman his wife was becoming.
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