Quite a few years ago now, I had a very good FWB relationship with this girl. We had a very adventurous, very healthy dynamic. Pretty great. But that’s not the point of this story. This is when she got me a massage for Christmas.
What made it interesting was that it was a massage from her friend. Now this wasn’t just a clear — I’m going to let you fuck my friend situation. Her friend was legit training to become an RMT. Her name was Heather. Super cute girl. Canadian, but of Asian descent. Probably no more than 5’0, and 100 pounds.
I was obviously attracted to her, though me and my FWB had never talked about her in any sort of fantasy (which would not have been uncommon). So when I learned she was going to be giving me a massage, I definitely hoped there was something afoot. But I honestly wasn’t sure.
When the day came, I texted my FWB to let her know that I was on my way and said thank you again. She replied: “Have fun” and then added that ever-so suggestive winky face. Now, I was definitely intrigued.
When I got to Heather’s condo, again everything was very on the level. She was wearing black yoga pants and a tight black top. She looked good, but she always looked good. Her condo was a 1-bed + den. She had the den area set up with a real massage table. The apartment lighting was dimmed and there was soft music playing.
After a bit of small talk, she asked me some standard questions: Was anything hurting? Any parts I wanted worked? That kind of thing. And she said she’d go to the bedroom for a few minutes while I undressed and got on the table, under the top sheet.
I still wanted to believe something was up, but everything seemed pretty on the level. She had asked me to undress “to the level of my comfort” and I struggled. Should I go naked? I’m certainly comfortable with that. But is she going to think it’s weird? After a moment of overthinking it, I said “fuck it,” took everything off, and got under the blanket.
She came out and started in. Totally normal. It felt amazing. Not only because she was pretty good, but it was Heather. I was naked and she was rubbing oil into my body.
I’m going to skip forward a bit here, because you’ve been patient so far.
She lifted the sheet a bit and got me to turn over. I wondered if she saw anything as I got over on my back. Then she took a warm cloth and placed it over my eyes, so the light of the room wouldn’t bother me.
Now I’ve had massages before. I’ve been on my back before. Usually it’s a bit of neck work. Maybe some arms. But not much. This time, she started to rub my chest. She’d make long moves down with her hands. Running down my chest and stomach, headed towards the edge of the sheet, but always stopping short.
I was half hard. It was a thin sheet and I’m certain the outline of my cock was well in view.
Then she must have crouched down, because I could feel her breath by my ear.
“Are you enjoying this?” she said with her hands still stroking my chest. My cock twitched at the sound of her voice.
I moaned in the affirmative.
She giggled a bit and her hands ran down towards the edge of the sheet again.
“It looks like you are.”
I was squirming under the sheet. A sizeable tent had formed.
She moved down to my feet. I’m a sucker for a foot rub, so this felt incredible. She hadn’t replaced the sheet on my chest, so it remained folded over my midsection, and now my legs were uncovered too.
She worked my feet and then ran her hands up my shins.
“You’re very lucky to get a gift like this,” she said as she rubbed further up on my thighs. I went to take the cloth from my eyes, but she said, “Nuh-uh. That stays on.”
“This, however—” with that, she pulled the sheet right off me. I felt the cold air on my cock and got even harder. She continued to rub my shins and my thighs.
“Looks like Lily is pretty lucky too.” Lily, was the name of my FWB. I think I neglected to mention that.
So now I’m just lying there on my back. Completely naked and, for all purposes, blindfolded. My cock is rock fucking hard and dying for attention.
As if reading my mind, Heather said “You can touch it.”
And so I moved my right hand to my dick. Just feeling it more than anything. Squeezing it gently at the base. I could hear Heather give out a sound like “mmmm.”
“Lily has told me a lot about your cock. She wasn’t lying.” Heather had moved back to rubbing my feet and was clearly watching intently.
“Play with your balls too,” she requested.
I was happy to oblige. I don’t know about the other guys on here, but I like to grip my cock with my thumb and forefinger and then play with my balls with my other three fingers. Heather approved.
“I like that” she said, still rubbing my feet. “Now stroke it for me.”
Yes, m’am. If I wasn’t already infinitely aroused, Heather asking me to stroke it “for me” absolutely did it for me. I started pretty slowly because I knew I couldn’t last long, but pretty quickly she encouraged me some more.
“Stroke it faster. Yeah. Fuck, that’s hot.” Her hands were around my thighs. She’s get up within a few inches of my balls, but then always retreat.
“Faster.”
“Fuck, your dick looks so good.”
“I want to see you cum.”
“Cum for me.”
“I want to see your cum.”
With that my hips rocked upwards off the table and I erupted. I came in three big bursts, all over myself. It was on my dick, my hand, my stomach. I could feel it running down my balls. And all the while Heather just rubbed my legs, just a few inches from it all.
I motioned again for the cloth on my eyes, but again, she protested.
“Not yet.”
I heard her take a few steps away and then she returned. She took my right arm and I felt a warm, wet washcloth on my hand. She cleaned my hand and ran it between my fingers. Then she moved to my stomach and gently cleaned me up.
The anticipation had me getting hard again. And then finally she brought the washcloth to my dick. She rubbed it gently, cleaning, but also caressing. Down to my balls, she cupped them with the cloth, again cleaning me, but also massaging me.
And then, the washcloth and her hands left me. Out of nowhere, her lips were on me. Just one kiss. Her lips lingered on mine for just a moment, and then she backed away.
“Merry Christmas. I’ll be back in a few minutes, take your time, get up slowly and I’ll come back when you’re dressed.”
With that, she headed back into her room and closed the door. A professional once more.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rkchut/i_guess_youd_call_it_a_selfserve_massage_mf