I Miss My Masseur, André

When I was 17, I injured my back at the gym.  It wasn't anything too serious, but I was sore and a bit stiff.  My trainer suggested I give his masseur buddy a call and see if he can do anything to help me.  That day, I gave him a call and was happy to hear he made house calls.  He told me he would bring the massage table and linen and asked that I be freshly showered.

We met the next day.  He was in his 40s, tall, handsome and had a French accent.  We chatted a little and he told me to get undressed as he set up.  I wasn't sure if everything should come off, so I asked him.  He told me that most people removed everything, but it was my choice.

When I came out of the bathroom, I noticed the table was not set up.  He explained that he was having problems stabilizing it and suggested we postpone the appointment.  At that point, I was in agony and pretty desperate so I asked him about alternatives.  He said either the couch or bed would work, but preferred the bed.  I agreed and led the way.

He put the sheet out on the bed and instructed me to lie face down.  He pulled the towel down (leaving my bottom covered), squirted oil into his hands and started working on my shoulders.  Then to my back.  It felt INCREDIBLE!  He worked his way lower and pulled the towel away from my butt.  My body tensed, but his hands quickly relaxed me.  His hands kneaded my butt cheeks and he moved down to my thighs, calves and feet.  As he worked on my legs, he pulled them apart. When the cool air hit my *****, I tensed again.  He continued to massage my legs and told me to relax.  He went back to my *** cheeks and kneaded me again.  I felt that same cool air hit my ******* as he spead my cheeks apart.  I tensed again, and he "shushed" me.  Then he started to massage my thighs again.  That is when I felt his fingers brush lightly across my *****.  I felt vulnerable and invaded.

He instructed me to turn over and I managed to do so while covering myself with the towel.  He stood at the foot of the bed.  I was on my back with my head about six inches from where he stood.  I looked up at him and I could feel myself in conflict.  But he told me to close my eyes and I did.  He massaged my shoulders as he uncovered my breasts.  His hands kneaded my breasts the same way he touched my ***.  He gently pinched and pulled my nipples as he massaged me.  Since I never had a professional massage, I didn't know what was appropriate or not.  I opened my eyes and could see that his crotch was very close to my face.  He immediately told me to close my eyes.  He continued to massge my breasts with one hand, and my stomach with the other. 

Then he pulled the towel away completely.  He walked to the side of the bed and gently grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs apart.  This time, he started the massage at my feet.  Then he did my calves and moved up to my thighs.  The entire time, he kept my legs apart.  Nothing extreme, but enough to expose my *****.  

As he massaged my thighs, his fingers "accidently" brushed against my *****.  His strong, slippery hands felt so good.  At one point, I let out a little moan.  This must have given him the invitation to massage a little deeper because I felt his fingers crawl up to the spot between my legs where my inner thigh meets my *****.  He probed that spot with the fingers from one hand while the fingers from his other hand gently brushed my *****.  I brushed his hands away and told him "no' and he stopped.  He continued with my thigh massage.  He pulled my legs further apart and went back to that "thigh meets *****" area.  At that point, I could tell that I was soaking wet.  He brushed at my ***** again and I moaned.  Then he just went for it... he started rubbing my *****, full on.  

He whispered to me "let me taste you, baby" and I moaned yes.  He spread my ***** lips and blew on it.  He licked and sucked and licked and sucked.  OMG, I was in heaven.  His finger pressed against my hole and he asked "do you want it baby, do you want it inside".  I begged "yes".  And as he pushed his finger in, he said "yes baby, you like that, don't you".  I don't know if it was the massage oil or my ***** juice, but his finger went in deep, hard and fast.  He finger ****** me as he ate my *****.  

I came about 4 times that afternoon... and we didn't even ****. He never even took his clothes off. 

After that day, we went out a few times.  It always ended in him eating my ***** and finger ******* my holes.

I should have ****** him.  *sigh*