[M]assage [F]or the lady

I’m not sure if I said this before. I’m a physiotherapist. That’s what I went to college for, and that’s what I do for a living now.

And let me tell you, in my +10 years of career, I’ve seen a lot of naked people. Most of them came to me for a professional massage, kinesiotherapy, or any other physiotherapeutic procedures that I offered.

While I was in college, I had a massage table, and I offered massages at the client’s place. I had to work so I could pay for my apartment and college expenses. (Those were strictly professional massages. No sex or prostitution was involved.)

I was living in a 7-floor building with around 30 apartments. On the last floor, there were two penthouses. Now and then, when I used the elevator, I would bump into this mature lady who lived on the last floor. I knew that because I saw her many times press the number 7 in the elevator.

One day, I was coming home from work with the massage table over my hands, and she also was just entering the building. She saw me coming and held the door for me because she saw I had trouble handling the table. I thanked her for that, and that’s how we started a conversation. She asked me what was I carrying, and I told her it was a massage table. It was all small talk about my work. After less than a minute, the elevator got to my floor and we said goodbye to each other.

Just a few days later, while going to college, I bumped into her once again in the elevator. This time we small talked as well. At the exit of the building, she asked me if she could prenote a massage session because her back hurts, and she doesn’t feel comfortable going to massage studios. I gave her my number and told her to call me when she feels ready.

In the evening of that same day, she called me and asked if she could get a massage that same day. Since I didn’t have any plans or work that day, we appointed a meeting at her place in one hour.

I took the elevator, and she was waiting for me at her door.

She was always dressed nice. You could tell that she has money to spend. When I entered the apartment, it was clear that she was rich. It was one of the nicest apartments I’ve seen.

She offered me something to drink. I asked for tap water, and we suddenly started the whole topic of water, and how we are lucky to have such clean out of the tap. A nice ice-break talk. It was a large apartment. It had a nice view as well. Imagine how large it was when she had a whole fitness spa room in there. That’s the room where I installed my massage table.

She went to take her close off and came back covered with a large towel. She was 45-50 years old and had two kids that were almost my age that went to college in another town. We talked a lot during the massage. I learned that her husband is a captain of an over-Atlantic ship and that he comes home every 4 months.

She had a nice and fit body and took a lot of care to look good.

Anyway, after an hour of whole-body massage, she was thankful for the massage and felt better.

I washed my hands and drank another cup of water. She immediately appointed another session in two days, paid me, and even gave me a little tip.

Two days after I went to her apartment. This time she was comfier around me. During the massage, she even flirted a little. I did the massage as well as I could like I always do. She told me that she was taking a wine tasting class, and how now, she appreciates more all the good wine she drinks when her husband takes her out on fancy dinners.

After the massage, she wanted to show me around the apartment. Asked me what I think about it, etc. She even poured me some expensive whiskey. She explained all the flavors and processes of making it. Once again, I enjoyed a nice talk and I even learned a few things about whiskey. While paying for the massage, she asked me if I’m in a hurry because she had some wine tasting “homework”. And told me that she couldn’t finish the bottle of wine alone. I was more than interested to stay and try some nice wine while having a nice chat with this interesting lady.

By reading my previous posts, you could probably tell by now that I’m not good at catching women’s flirting signs. Once more, I was completely blind to the possibility that a married woman like this would like to have a more intimate relationship with me.

After opening the bottle of wine, she handed me my glass and sat right next to me in order to have a better view of her giant TV. She talked about her life and how cool were her college years. She asked me if I had a girlfriend, which I didn’t. The first time I realized that she could want more than just a chat is when she replied to my previous answer about not having a girlfriend with: “Good then.”

Since I felt it was unprofessional to take advantage of the situation, I was pretty passive in regards to flirting. I still wasn’t sure that all of this isn’t just a product of my imagination. But she didn’t take the same approach as I did. She was rushing me to follow her drinking tempo. She even poured more of that good whiskey between refilling my wine glass.

I wasn’t drunk yet, but I can’t deny that the amount of alcohol didn’t hit me a bit. She started telling me how she likes men with strong hands and how she liked my massage very much because she could feel strong hands all over her. She even said that she’s proud of controlling herself when I was massaging her legs because that made her horny. I asked her what would happen if she didn’t control herself. To what she responded that she was hoping that I would touch her and eventually slip my fingers in her.

I was instantly horny.

Probably she saw in my eyes that her words had an impact on my blood flow.

She got closer to me and put her hand on my thigh.

She: “I really like when you massage my legs! Since you’re not in a hurry, can I get another massage?”

Me: “I would be glad to do so.”

I took my table while she took her close off, and I went to wash my hands. When I returned, she was already lying on the table face down with just her thong on.

I immediately applied a generous amount of oil and started to massage the back of her thighs. For me, it was an intense experience. I was horny and I knew I was making her horny as well. But I took my time. Didn’t want to rush things. I was waiting for her to make the first move. Well, I was massaging her glutes as they are also part of a leg massage, so maybe she considered me the move maker. But the really hot moment started when I put my attention on her medial (internal) part of the thighs. Starting from her knees up, with every movement I got a little bit closer to her vagina, but still, didn’t want to go too close. She enjoyed how I moved my hands. On my way up her legs, she would tense her body, and then relax as I was going back down. I went slow as I enjoyed teasing her. With every move I made, she expected me to finally reach her vagina, but she never knew if it will happen.

Me: “Are you enjoying it?”

She: “You are so good at this”

I’ve put my both hand on one leg and proceeded at the same pace.

I spread her legs a little bit more so I could have more room for my hands to move. This allowed me to get my hand even deeper into her thigh and to move even higher and closer to her vagina.

In a very few moves, I got my hand really close to her vagina. I could feel her heat.

Me: “Do you like it?”

She moaned: “Yes. I like it.”

Me: “Do you want me to continue like this?”

She: “Yes! Go further.”

That was it, she wanted me to fuck her. But I still took my time as the sexual tension was so intense that I didn’t want it to end yet.

I decided to fulfill her request and after a few moves up her thigh, I reached her pelvic floor (the part around the vagina). Slowly, I made my way up touching just a little bit of her labia. Every time I would get there I would gently pull her labia aside. Little by little. After doing this a few times I could feel her wetness. She was soaked. Still standing my ground, I continued doing what I was doing. With every move, I would slide my fingers closer to her vaginal opening touching only her labia. By now, I was able to gather enough of her juices that I could use it as a massage oil instead.

Slowly I’ve put only the tip of my finger in her. She started moaning. With every move, I went a little bit deeper. As I went deeper, her moans became longer and deeper.

At some point, she brought her ass up as if she was fucked in doggy style. I started to go faster and she started to moan like crazy.

I told her to turn on her back. She turned around immediately while rubbing her clit. I removed her hand and started to rub her with one hand while fingering her with the other. In just a few seconds, she reached an orgasm, and shortly after, another one.

She: “Now let me take care of you”

She got off the table down on her knees and pulled my pants down. I was rock hard. She started blowing me. It didn’t take much till I came on her tits. She obviously knew how to please a man.

Everything ended with smiles on our faces, and her telling me how good it was. We took a shower together in her extremely big spa shower. This was also a nice experience since her shower offered a variety of aromatherapy fragrances.

We’ve put our close on and said goodbye to each other.

The next day, she called me. She asked if I would like to grab a cup of coffee with her in a nearby bar later. I accepted. We went to the bar in the evening so it was pretty late for coffee.

When the waiter came, she said: “Now it’s late for coffee.” and asked me: “Would you rather grab a beer or something?”

Me: “I’ll take whatever you’ll take”

And she ordered two Aperol Spritz. Have to admit, I never tried this drink before. When I saw its price on the menu, I realized why I never tried it :)

Once again, we had a good time. We drank 4 Aperols and talked for 3 hours. At the end of our 3rd drink, she told me that she plans to go abroad for the weekend because she wanted to visit a recently opened spa. Even if it was abroad, it was only a 3 hours drive away from our town.

She said: “Since I’m going alone, I wouldn’t mind your company”.

Me: “I would really like to join you, but I can afford a trip like that.”

She: “Don’t worry. It’s all on me. But I won’t pay for an extra room.”

You should see the smile on my face when I head that I will need to share a room with her.

Obviously, I accepted.

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The story continues in [part 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lj7naq/sauna_club_mf/).

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