My(F26) first time getting an erotic massage (WIP)

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*Do I need to do anything at an erotic massage?*

I type the awkward question into my phone’s browser window and hit ‘enter’, holding my screen at an angle on the bus as I try to be discreet. *Calm down Danielle,* I lean back into my seat as I take a careful peek at the results.

Your results may be explicit. A red banner screams a warning at the top of the screen and I panic. I quickly turn the screen off and stuff the phone back into my purse. Forget it. *I’ll find out when I get there…* *Oh god, why did I book this appointment!?*

Before long I am standing in front of a small massage studio that offers women like me “sweet bliss”. At 26 I’ll surely be his youngest client yet. A thought that barely improves my anxiety.

“You must be Dani.” He smiles, stretching out his hand for a handshake. I prefer Danielle, but I don’t correct him and smile instead. My hands feel clammy but I try to act cool, shaking his hand confidently as though it were a business exchange. I suppose it is, actually.

“That’s right.” I smile back. “Ethan, is it?”

“That’s me, come on in.” I notice a slight Australian accent come through now, as he gestures for me to come inside. The smell of lavender greets me before anything else. There’s a single massage table in the centre of a room painted a soft purple. The sound of water flowing plays on a small speaker system, and the room is lit only by electronic candles scattered around the walls that gently flicker as if by a breeze.
Ethan closes the door behind us and I suddenly feel the pressure of the two of us here alone.

“Now, this is your first time here so we’ll need to go over a few things to make sure you’re happy and comfortable. That’s the most important thing here. Sound good?” He asks me gently and I nod.

It begins like any massage. His oiled hands glide across my back in repeated sweeping motions like a baker kneading dough. I relax as he takes his time to work on each of my muscles. First my shoulders, then my neck, and then my upper arms. If I fell asleep here on this table it would be worth every dollar. Then his hands slide down towards my naked backside and I’m reminded of why I’m really here. He pauses for a moment, then his touch returns to my waist, this time with more oil. He spreads it generously across my cheeks.

“Is this pressure okay?” He asks softly.

“Yep!” I squeak back.

His hands move down my legs, massaging my thighs one at a time. Each sweeping movement seems to edge closer to my vagina. Both hands begin to firmly work the muscles of my bum as he did with my shoulders, but it feels different now. The suspense starts to build up and burn me from the inside, and I perform an excited little squirm under his grip.

Fingers suddenly slide across the lips of my vagina and I let out a soft gasp. But it won’t be that easy for me to get what I want. Not yet. They move back up my body and smoothly sweep past the sides of my breasts, before cupping them from behind. Then back down they go, his fingers running over my backside, and reaching down and around… Just far enough to leave me needy before he rushes away again. Each time I grow more excited, my breathing heavier, and my moans become just a little more apparent. This time he slides up past my neck, and begins massaging behind my ears.

The weight of the bed shifts as he climbs into a better position. My heart leaps into my throat at what could be next. In this moment I would beg him if he asked me to, but there’s no need. His hands glide down between my thighs again and this time I know they’re committed. Three of his fingers slide across my clitoris and begin gently massaging me from behind. My body shakes at the immediate intensity, and he takes that as his sign to focus his slow strokes in that spot. *Holy shit it feels so different when it’s someone else.*

“How’s the pressure?” He asks again.

“G-good.” My response was more of a moan than a word. But any embarrassment I felt before has been forgotten.

He slides a finger inside me and I moan again, conjuring an image of his cock forcing its way into my helpless mouth as I lie pinned against the massage table hole. *That wouldn’t even work from this height, dummy!* I snap my eyes shut as his finger slowly moves in and out, diving deeper each time. He gently works me until two, then three fingers slide easily inside.

I’m perched up on my knees now, gripping the side of the massage table as I orgasm. His fingers release me and he gently coaxes me back into a relaxed position, lying on my stomach. I take a deep breath to calm myself as he runs his hands across my back, arms, and legs. It’s like he’s kneading out any built up pressure. I start to laugh.

“Thank you.” I sigh as he pulls away from me.

“Glad you enjoyed it. That’s only the first half though, do you need a break before we continue?”

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