Massage Part 1

 

This is a bad idea. It was a bad idea the very first time I thought of it, and it’s a bad idea now. And yet, here I am, walking in the front door of the spa…

I met Justin a year or so ago at the spa. He’s young, smart, good-looking, and from what I could tell from the front of his khakis, very well-endowed. We only saw each other when I would visit the spa on my vacations and he is very good at what he does.

I’ve talked to other women who’ve had massages with him, and they say he’s great. I remember thinking at the time how hot it would be if Justin gave me a sensual massage, but always pushed it from my mind, thinking how awkward it would be. I am married, but I was attracted to him the whole time during our sessions together.

Lately, I have been fantasizing about Justin more and more, so I finally decided that my massages from Justin should lead "where ever they may"!

A massage in a spa is a professional service – hell, it’s even considered therapy! So, if you happen to receive a more than professional massage from a hot thereapist, and you happen to enjoy it more than the usual massage, it’s okay, right?

I approach the reception desk and am led to the massage room. It’s typical: soothing décor, low lights, relaxation music. I take off all my clothes, neatly folding them on the chair. I hesitate, then place my bra right on top of the pile, in full sight, instead of burying it at the bottom like I usually would.

I slip between the soft, warmed sheets on the massage table, then wait, watching the ceiling fan spin lazily above me. I hear the door open then close. A very familiar voice asks, “Are we doing the basic full massage today, or are there specific areas we need to focus on?”

For a few seconds, I can’t speak. I can’t believe I’m lying here, completely naked, waiting for Justin to touch me. He has touched me many times before, but it is just that this time it means so much more to me than my usual massage. My skins feels like it is on fire. I can feel every whisper of a breeze on my nipples and the warmth of the sheets between my legs. Can he tell? I finally manage to tell him I’ve been under a lot of stress lately, and that my neck is especially bothering me.

Justin walks to the end of the massage table and adjusts the bolster under my knees.

“Comfortable?” he asks. “Uh-hmm.” is all I can manage.

Now he moves to the head of the table, and I finally see his face looking down at mine. I’m almost afraid to look him in the eye, but I bravely look right up into those brown eyes, and I see a flicker of amusement around the corners. My eyes move to his mouth, where a hint of a naughty grin is playing. So he knows what I’m up to. And it’s not bothering him a bit.

He begins his work, first slowly running his fingers through my hair, then working his fingers into my hair and massaging my scalp and temples. I feel as if bolts of lightning are running through my body.

He then gently turns my head to one side and begins work on my neck, applying warm fragrant oil as his hands move firmly over my sore neck muscles. He works on one side of my neck, then the other. Now the only valid reason I’m here is done.

“Catherine, breathe.” Justin whispers.

I realize I’m holding my breath in anticipation of his next move. I take a deep breath, in and out.

His hands run down my right arm, spreading oil as they go. He massages the palm of my hand and each finger. He proceeds back up my arm, kneading muscles in my forearm, my bicep, my shoulder, and briefly back to my neck. Underneath the sheet, my ***** is wet and aching. I don’t know how much more I can take.

He repeats the movements on my left arm, this time bringing both hands around to rub my neck once more before sliding them under the edge of the sheet to massage my chest. He reaches to my hands and stretchs my arms above my head causing the sheet to drop just below and exposing my hard nipples. His fingers gentle brush over my breasts, causing the agonizing ache in my ***** to now spread to my nipples. Are his hands shaking?

“Time to turn over Catherine,” he says, lifting the sheet.

Massage therapists learn these tricks that allow them to give a full body massage without ever actually having their clients lay totally naked in front of them. Holding the sheet just right at turning time is one. Lifting the sheet to uncover one leg and arranging it so that the gluteus maximus muscles can be massage without the *** showing is another.

Justin lifts the corner of the sheet and ever so slightly runs his fingers down the back of my left leg. My hormone-addled mind tries to remember if that’s ever happened during any other massages, and I decide it has not. He pushes the sheet up and to the right, gently tucking it between my thighs so it will stay out of the way.

His hands now move to my calf, moving so smoothly over the legs I had carefully shaved and moisturized just before my appointment. Then on up to the back of my thigh, kneading and caressing, solid pressure followed by gentle strokes. Finally, one hand slips under the sheet and massages the left side of my ***. I nearly ****** when I feel his hand so close to my *****, but take another deep breath as his fingers travel just a few inches outside their professional range. He must feel how wet I am. There is no doubt about it, he is shaking!

He runs both hands back down my left leg, slowly but firmly, ending with just one finger delicately running down the center of the sole of my foot. This time, my whole body shudders from the sensation, and I hear a low chuckle from behind me.

He pulls the sheet back over my left leg and rearranges it so he can begin on my right leg. Is it my imagination, or is his hand lingering a little too long as it tucks the sheet between my thighs this time?

He begins the foot massage, thumbs kneading the arch and ball of a foot daily abused by fashionable shoes. Just as I think he’s about to move on to my right calf, I feel his mouth, warm and soft, on the end of my big toe. Just a light kiss, but enough to raise the aching my body feels to another level.

Then on to the calf and thigh and again the agony of those hands on my bare ***. The hands travel slowly again all the way back down my leg, and the sheet is replaced. I am suddenly saddened when I realized he’s very nearly finished.

He pulls the sheet down this time, folding it just below my ***. He begins the massage there, circling and stroking the muscles. Slowly rubbing the inside of my thighs, brushing his fings against the hot skin of my *****. In the meantime, my body is throbbing and pulsing.

His hands work their way up my spine and around my shoulder blades, then turn and begin a torturous journey down each side of my body, rubbing the sides of my breasts, following the curve of my waist and my hips and suddenly squeezing my *** gently, then stopping, leaving my skin bereft of his touch.

“I just want to go over your neck once more, since it’s been causing you trouble.” Justin says in a low voice.

I lay face down, looking at the floor through the head rest. I see his feet as he moves to stand at the head of the table. He thoroughly massages my neck and shoulders again. Except for my pulsating ***** and tingling nipples, my body is like jelly. I feel as though it will be hours before I’ll be able to move myself from the massage table, dress, and walk out of the spa. I wonder if Justin's body is being as professional as his hands.

I soon get my answer. I see his feet move and realize he is now standing on my right, his body just next to my head. He gently turns my head to the left, stretching my neck muscles on last time. He moves my head back to center, then finally to the right, where I am brought face-to-face with the bulge I had noticed in his khakis a few massages earlier. It’s more than just a bulge now – it’s a full hard-on straining against the fabric. He keeps my head facing that direction, giving me plenty of time to observe the proof that he has enjoyed my massage just as much as I have. I am resisting the urge to reach out, unzip and swallow every inch of him. The same urge that wants me to guide his bulge down in between my thighs and inside my burning, aching ***** and to feel his large **** spread me open to my limits.

He moves my head back to the center position, and his feet disappear from my view. I hear his voice, carefully controlled, say, “Take your time getting dressed, and Angie will check you out at the front desk when you’re ready.” The door opens and closes…and he is gone.
ladyintheday ladyintheday
41-45, F
9 Responses Mar 9, 2009

Very hot indeed!

i am a male massage therapist with solid ethics and boundaries. that said, i can tell when a client is experiencing a more sensual reaction to my touch, and as long as they don't make any moves to jeopardize my professionalism and my career, i'm perfectly happy to let them enjoy the experience.<br />
i can't control their feelings and reactions, and if that's their response to my work, then perhaps that's the reason their body is holding tension in some areas.<br />
all i can control is where my hands go and what words i use, and i keep those elements neutral and safe.<br />
sometimes, that can be really challenging.

i am a male massage therapist with solid ethics and boundaries. that said, i can tell when a client is experiencing a more sensual reaction to my touch, and as long as they don't make any moves to jeopardize my professionalism and my career, i'm perfectly happy to let them enjoy the experience.<br />
i can't control their feelings and reactions, and if that's their response to my work, then perhaps that's the reason their body is holding tension in some areas.<br />
all i can control is where my hands go and what words i use, and i keep those elements neutral and safe.<br />
sometimes, that can be really challenging.

That is so hot! I have had massages where I felt very aroused. Sometimes with vigorous back massage my entire body would move, causing pressure on my ****. I was embarrassed of my arousal, though. My massage therapist was also a co-worker of mine and someone with the highest ethical standards.

That was inspiring!! I wish I was Justin (well I am but where I live). The only difference is where I work its not a spa and I don't have access to women, just men. I LONG to be able to give a woman a massage so I can balance out my skills. Doing deep tissue most of the time is putting a strain on me but hey, that's what my clients want, so.....

cool

Cold shower just to get up from the keyboard. What a hot story!

but also true! i have pics of him in my albums!

You are a great writer and very very hot.It is burning my rod.