A Happy, Happy Ending

I just need to get my "unexpected-happy-ending experience" written down! I'm a female, and I had an hour-long massage recently with a male masseuse. He explained the type of massage he was going to give (a standard one), and ask me to take off my clothes to my comfort level. He then left the room for a few minutes. I ******** down to just my panties, lay face down on the bed, covered myself with the sheet, and waited for him to return. He returned, turned the lights down, and began. He had great hands, a firm touch, and clearly knew what he was doing. But when he was massaging my lower back, one of his hands was placed firmly on my butt cheek, and his fingers were only millimetres away from my butt. I'd never experienced that with a massage before, but it felt ok as he seemed to know what he was doing.

Then after a while, he asked me to turn onto my back. He started to massage my left leg. He lifted my leg and placed my foot on the bed, and then began massaging my upper-upper thigh. I realised that his hands were dangerously close to my vagina... and I could feel myself getting aroused. At first I just assumed that it was part of the massage style, but then I realised that he was "accidentally" brushing the edge of my vagina more and more. It felt bad, but it felt, so, so good. He was clearly testing me to see how far he could go.

Then he switched to my left leg, and again to my upper-upper thigh. By this time I was wet, and I knew that I secretly wanted him to go further. And he did. He started "accidentally" brushing my vagina, and I could feel my hips started to gently gyrate. And then I let out a deep sigh... and that's when he began to brush his hands closer and closer until he was rubbing my vagina. I quietly moaned, and his fingers then gently slid into me. By that time, I was so, so wet. He kept going and I arched my back and moaned, secretly hoping that no-one outside the room could hear. It was heaven. I didn't say anything, and I kept my eyes gently closed the whole time. I spread my legs slowly and he continued. I didn't ******, which was fine, and after a while I gently asked him to stop. He did, and then moved onto my breasts.

The massage ended, I tipped him well, and neither of us said a thing. It was wrong, it was right, and it was wonderful. And it was something I really needed. Maybe he sensed that? Maybe he should be fired for doing such a thing? I don't know. But I can't stop thinking about it. And I'm wondering if I should make that next appointment...