Massages have never been my thing. The intimacy and having a stranger rub my body always put me off. But there came a time when I was desperate for one. I had hurt my back at the gym, which wasn’t healing. My doctor recommended weekly massages to relieve the pain, and I never expected to have such a happy ending.

Stepping into the Unknown

Despite my massage phobia, the pain pushed me to give it a shot. I found a place with stellar reviews, even though it was quite a drive from my house. Before I dive into what happened at the studio, you should know I had been single for over three years. My ex-husband and I hated each other towards the end. Since the breakup, sex was off the table, though I enjoyed watching my favourite porn and using my vibrator most nights. Sex wasn’t something I desired.

Entering the Studio

I arrived at the dimly lit studio, eager but nervous. A young receptionist greeted me in a quiet voice, telling me where to store my things and undress. I was to choose a room and relax until a masseuse was ready.

In the changing room, I undressed, admiring my body. Despite being a divorcee, I was in great shape with DD-cup breasts, a perfectly groomed pussy, and a shapely ass. I wrapped a white towel around myself and headed into a massage room. The place was silent, save for relaxing white noise. It smelled of incense and was warm enough to be comfortable without a towel.

The Massage Begins

I lay down on the massage table, my towel draped over my ass. The masseur walked in, greeted me with a smile, and got to work heating massage oil and hot stones. He was one of the most gorgeous men I had ever seen, tall and tanned with a gym-sculpted body. He was younger than me but someone I could see myself with.

The hot oil poured across my back, and his soft hands moved across my shoulders, spreading the warm oil. I let out a little moan; it felt so damn good. His hands worked their way into every knot in my back, releasing a wave of relief. I told him he was amazing. His fingers were magic, and I couldn’t help but imagine him in the bedroom.

Sensual Sensations

He placed hot stones down my spine, their contrast feeling magnificent. Moving to my legs, he poured oil once more, the dripping sensation akin to cum on skin. He massaged my legs, pushing his fingers into my aching gym muscles. I let out another moan.

His hands moved a little too high up my leg, almost at my pussy. I didn’t react; I just enjoyed the sensation. My clitoris throbbed, aching to be touched. My pussy was dripping wet. He kept getting close, thrilling me.

Crossing the Line

He asked me to turn onto my back, whispering it into my ear. I obliged, facing up with my D-cup breasts now facing the ceiling, still covered by the towel. The masseur continued massaging my legs, moving closer to my pussy, and exposed more of my thighs, nearly revealing my pussy.

He dripped oil across my nipples and massaged my breasts, pulling at my nipples. I noticed his hard cock through his shorts. He moved my towel, exposing my glistening pussy lips and hard nipples. He used oil and stones on my stomach, always just missing my pussy.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I gently rubbed his cock through his shorts. He stopped massaging me for a second, then tantalizingly moved his hand to my pussy mound, massaging my lips. The sensation was breathtaking. I was on the edge of an orgasm.

My Happy Ending

I pulled his cock from his shorts. It was the biggest I had ever seen, totally shaved and veiny. My pussy begged for him. I took his cock in my mouth, eliciting his first moan. He finally touched my clit, and explosions went off in my body.

He kept teasing my clit, driving me wild. I deepthroated his cock, playing with his balls. Pre-cum trickled down my throat. I took the masseur in and out of my mouth while he fingered my pussy and ass. I was on the edge of a powerful orgasm.

There was no holding back, and squirted my juices over his hand and the table, it was a magnificent happy ending. He started to cum, filling my throat with warm liquid. Luciously I cleaned his cock with my tongue, then he pulled out and cleaned me up with the towel. I left the room, my body trembling from the orgasm. I dressed and left the parlor, finally understanding why it had such good reviews.