[MF] wishing my masseur would go a little bit deeper… (photo in history)

For months now I’ve been regularly seeing a masseur… I’ve always loved massages and sex. I love to be touched and have been told I am much more responsive than most women. I’ve been having orgasms since I can remember, the first one when I was very young and rocking against a pillow in bed. I knew it felt so good, but I knew it was naughty too, so I kept doing it but also kept it to myself.

Anyhoo, I just turned 30 and let me tell you, I know EXACTLY what to do to get myself off (and my partner!!). If I don’t have my hitachi nearby to take me there in 30seconds, I just slowly rub my clit with my palm until I’m soaking (every guy I’ve ever been with says I have the wettest pussy they’ve ever felt) and then push down harder and circle faster until I can feel myself pulse from head to toe. And then I do it over and over again until I’m so wet my hands are slipping everywhere (if I still want to come I’ll just throw a towel over my clit for grip).

Back to my masseur… so I have been seeing him regularly and ever since the first time, I knew I’d never be as satisfied with another person giving me a massage for a full hour and a half (boyfriends don’t count because let’s be honest, neither of us would last that long without taking it elsewhere…). His hands are so perfect and strong with a hint of callus (he is a rock climber/long distance runner, aka in incredible shape) and he just knew how to touch so well. He also got me soaked, like snailtrail on the table, SOAKED.

For the first few massages (I’m going on probably 10 1.5hr sessions), it was pretty standard. I’d lay face down and he’d work all my tension in my neck and back out (stressful job sitting at a desk will do that to you) and then full body just to even out the process. I’d always do my best to keep things professional, I’d try not to moan too much and keep my legs together so he couldn’t hear my pussy lips smack and slip together when he’d massage my thighs and so it would trap the majority of my wetness letting it trickle down over my clit rather than coat my thighs where he’d rub.

Sessions after session, things got progressively more sexual. He drove me crazy and I was addicted to his hands. I’d spend two weeks wet thinking about having this hands on me right after the massage and then it would die down and I’d book another appointment only to wait a couple weeks in dripping anticipation.

This past massage, he asked me to start on my back rather than my stomach. Not really thinking much of it, I laid face up. He comes back in the room, I’m covered with just a sheet pulled down so you can see the tops of my breast (I’m a full, natural D so they slide to the side and up a little on my chest when I lay down). He starts rubbing my neck with his hands tight around my neck (something about a man’s hands around my neck drives me wild)… it got me wet instantly. Like, I felt the wet just slip out of me.

I have ZERO poker face. He knew/knows exactly what he was doing to me. He’d rub my upper pecs and shoulders and push his hands under my back, pulling his fingers hard up my spine (I like it deep) and my hips would involuntarily move up and down getting more turned on by the second. Barely paying attention to my arms, other than a couple careful side boob grazes and a nice long hand massage (where I was mentally begging for him to suck one into his mouth), he skipped straight to my feet and legs.

While he walked down to my legs, I decided, I’m going to spread my thighs wide so he can have easy access and feel my wetness. He slowly rubbed my feet and up thighs and his thumb grazes my inner, upper thigh and he paused… he felt it. My wet. Not the oil, but my warm juices that he had rubbed out of me without even touching my pussy. He slipped once or twice back over the spot, spreading my cum on top of my thigh (I think he wanted a good look at how wet I was). He rubbed my thighs for a while longer getting close to the crease in my thigh, but not close enough. He pulled the sheet over my legs and feet and up high around my shoulders but walked back down towards my feet again… he put both hands on my feet and slowly, with the sheet as a barrier, moved his hands up my calves, knees, thighs, until he turned his hands inwards until his thumbs met cradling my mound, but not touching anything. I know my breathing was elevated and he moved his hands up and down a few times dragging the sheet across my swollen clit. He rubbed my hip bones with his thumbs and wriggled his fingers on the inside of where my thigh meets my pussy. Another tug of the sheet across my clit which was fully poking out of my folds and ready for the slightest touch… and I was toast. I came, quietly, but his hands were on my body and he knew what had happened. I couldn’t stop grinning and while I evened out my breath and tried not to giggle from giddiness.

He stopped, slid in face cradle and held the sheet up for me to roll over and scoot up on the table. He slid a bolster under my ankles and a small one under my hips (he had never propped my hips up before). He moved up and started massaging my upper neck and back, pushing hard against the base of my skull until a little shooting pain occurred, and then released it creating a wave of pleasure as the pain subsided.

He then folded the sheet down even further so I could feel the tip of my asscrack exposed. He scooted both of the sides of the towel closer to the center so the cheeks of my ass were slightly exposed. He made long smooth glides from my shoulders down the top of my ass and then moved down the my cheeks until he hit the tops of the back of my thighs. The whole time his cock was inches from my face and my mouth was watering at the thought of slipping his cock out of his pants and into my mouth.

He moved the sheet over one of my legs, but neglected to tuck the sheet under my thigh. I could feel a little breeze over my pussy, so I am certain it was tented enough that he could see my dripping pussy lips. And then he pulled on my upper thigh and nearly asscrack and my pussy lips sloshed apart, like AUDIBLY sloshed apart. And then he did it again, I was almost embarrassed, until he did it one last time and I realized that it was probably for nothing other than his own enjoyment..

He switched legs and spent an excessive amount of time rubbing my upper thigh on the right slide pulling on it ever so slightly so it rubbed against the towel that was propping me up. It felt too good, and I snuck a hand down just to barely brush my clit. He asked how the pressure had been and I throatily said ‘perfect’ since I was so turned on… I wish I would have asked for him to go deeper… I think next time I will.

The massage was finished and he left the room to get me a glass of water. I brought a tiny vibe with me and used it to make myself cum thinking about him touching me and how next time I’m going to try to find a way to ask him to touch my pussy…

I took a few photos and then wiped my wet on the table hoping he was filthy enough to smell/lick my wetspot when he changed the sheets.

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