[F] A massage that goes a little further (Londondr4r success)

A month or so ago I saw a r/Londonr4r post about a massage that goes further. It intrigued me but I didn’t respond to it. When I saw the same post again earlier this week, this time with a linked success story, I decided to message the post’s author, u/vaoo00 . It turns out, like his previous success story, we live in the same area of London.

I’ll preface my story by saying I find it near-impossible to cum, but I find sex pleasurable and fulfilling nonetheless. So no, I don’t cum in this story but had I been able to then I’m sure I’d have had multiple orgasms that evening.

M and I had texted a little before to arrange a time and date. He asked a few questions about my own sexual experiences and what I enjoyed. It was easy to be open considering what I was going there for. All M asked for in return was that I wrote about my experience.

I arrived half an hour early. I had planned to wait nearby, but a text from M said he had finished his work for the day. I switched on the location sharing on my phone and sent it over to a whatsapp group (always be safe if you’re meeting strangers, folks).

M met me at the door. Inside, he invited me to sit and discuss what I wanted out of the massage. We had already discussed via text about a shoulder problem I have had for a few years. I wasn’t sure if I wanted a deep tissue massage or something more relaxing, so he said he’d gauge it as we went.

He offered me tea, then asked me to undress to a level I felt comfortable at and left the room. I was so anxious about what I was about to do that I completely forgot the tea. (Tip – don’t be flustered like me and forget all about the tea; It was good tea!)

There was soothing music and a candle lit next to the massage table. Professional certificates lined the wall. I removed my dress and bra. I couldn’t decide whether to remove my underwear. (Should I remove my underwear? Does it look too slutty if I start out completely naked? A bit ridiculous since that was the main reason I was there but I kept them on anyway). I climbed onto the table, placed the towel over me and waited until M knocked and came in.

I felt the cool massage oil, as M applied it to my shoulders and back, and the massage began. His hands ran over my body. He certainly was a professional. I began to fully relax as he gave me a combination of deep tissue and relaxation massages.

I closed my eyes, focusing on his hands. I hadn’t realised how touch-starved I’d been due to lock down and I started to anticipate the moment his hands went lower than the towel. Surely it had to be soon! Occasionally M’s hands brushed the edge of the towel when he focused on my lower back and I willed him to go further, but each time his hands returned to my back, then my shoulders, then gently along my neck. Not only could I feel his hands, but I was hyper aware of his whole presence leaning over me.

M paused before he started to focus on my legs. He slid the towel up higher and folded it back to one side so he could run his hand over my right thigh, hips, and ass.

I felt the weight of towel start to slip to the floor as he focused on my ass. M’s body fleetingly touched my arm. Was that his cock? I couldn’t be sure but it certainly wasn’t intentional. He didn’t pressure me to touch him at all. In fact, over text he had said that I may touch him through his trousers if I wished, but his cock was to stay inside his therapist scrubs the entire time. And true to his word there was no pressure to reciprocate at all.

M ran his hand on the inside of my thigh, brushing the edge of my underwear, but his hands didn’t venture further, teasing me, stroking and massaging my inner thighs and ass. Eventually, he slid my black lace panties down my legs. His hand moved to my ass, feeling him run his hand over my asshole and down to my wet pussy. Slowly, he started to massage my pussy, each touch teasing me.

After a while, M asked me to turn over. I lay on my back and closed my eyes. Grabbing more massage oil, he gently massaged my breasts before running his hands down once more to my pussy. He rubbed my clit and eventually entered me with his fingers.

M alternated between my clit and my pussy, hitting all the right spots! My eyes still closed, I could feel his body as he leant over me. I touched my own breasts. Lowering my arm down to my side, I brushed past his rock hard cock. I lightly touched it again with my hand. I asked if that was okay, (it was), so I continued stroking his shaft through the thin material of his scrubs, gently running my finger over the head, and back down. His cock felt thick and I could feel the dampness of precum through the material.

He moved my leg to one side and I felt his fingers fill my pussy. He started stroking my g-spot, I could feel the sensation rising. It felt so damn good. He used his free hand to press down on my lower abdomen whilst increasing the pace inside me as I got wetter.

M took breaks to run his hands over my body. He played with my breasts and stroked my stomach and legs. He returned to playing with my pussy. His hands and arms must have been so tired! He went back and forth, massaging my g-spot, clit and the rest of my body. His hands felt large as he pushed his fingers inside of me.

His hands felt so good wherever they touched and I loved the varying sensations as he played with my body to begin winding down. He left the room to wash his hands before coming back to give me a face massage to finish.

We drank tea and chatted for a bit afterwards. He told me how my body responded to his touch, how wet I had got for him and how he could feel that I was seconds away from cumming three times and that my energy was great to work with. Throughout the whole massage, M was softly spoken and calming. I’d definitely love to repeat the experience again sometime.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hxo0aa/f_a_massage_that_goes_a_little_further_londondr4r