An Unexpected Happy Ending [MF]

It started off like any other massage. I was relaxed, enjoying the masseuse’s experienced hands finding and relieving the knots of immense tension in my back. We had agreed it was wise to start with me on my stomach so she could attack the damage done to my body by frequent cross country travel mixed with a semi regular lifting program. By the time she was pressing the hot towel into my back I was practically floating.

She covered my back up with the sheet and began to unwrap my left leg. As she started to rub lotion into my hamstring I realized I was fairly more exposed than normal as I could feel cooler air rushing between my legs and greeting my manhood. My suspicions were further confirmed as I felt my masseuse’s hands pressing further and further up my leg until she was directly massaging my glutes. This was definitely unusual but my legs were stiff from top to bottom so perhaps she was just going the extra mile. It felt great and I certainly didn’t mind.

The right leg got the same treatment and I started to let my mind wander. Was I really that tight where she needed to work my glutes this thoroughly? Was she allowed to even touch me like this? Do I really care if it feels good? I decided I did not, but still did not anticipate things would go any further when I flipped around onto my back.

My left leg came back out from the sheet and again it was left relatively free compared to massages I was used to. Instead of the sheets being tucked in back under my leg, they were left to basically hang, my manhood barely concealed.

She applied lotion to her hands and began to attack my leg with vigor. Each pass seemed to prod further up my thigh, one hand on the outer half, the other exploring the inner. I tried to fight it but I felt blood rushing to my member. I knew I was growing despite my best efforts. Her hands only probed further, her desired effect being achieved.

Gently, but confidently she played her next move. She gently removed the sheet and placed it to the outside of my right knee. I was fully exposed to her, my semi rigid cock practically crying out for her touch. She placed one hand on the inside of each of my thighs before asking simply, “Is this pressure OK?”

“Yes,” I half said half gasped, locking eyes with her as my heart raced. “Good” she cooed back as her left hand slid up to grip me at the base of my shaft while she brought her right index finger to her lips to mime the international signal to be quiet. I nodded back and was rewarded by her left hand slowly stroking the length of me.

I grew to full mast quickly as she stroked life into my cock. Again her hands betrayed her experience as she vacillated between aggressive strokes and teasing brushes, a treatment that had me fighting back moans at all times. When precum began to flow from my head, she let none go to waste, slowly rubbing it into my swollen head and frenulum as my hips involuntarily thrusted up towards her. She took that opportunity to play with my heavy balls, gently cupping and caressing them as I felt myself careening towards an explosive finish.

My fervor was not unnoticed and she began to quicken her pace, stroking me from base to tip as her grip on my balls stayed firm. I looked up and made eye contact again, mouthing “I’m going to cum.” She grinned back at me as she kept up her new pace, my thick cock spasming and shooting cum doing nothing to disrupt her rhythm.

It felt incredible. Her hands worked me through every rope of hot cum shooting from my throbbing member, her smile wide as I covered my own stomach and chest in a milky white glaze. Like my cock was her own she knew exactly when to squeeze the head and gently work out the last few drops of cum as the last throes of my orgasm waned. As if I wasn’t lucky enough she then used the hot towels to clean me up, making sure there was not a drop of evidence of the thorough milking I’d just received. There was a gentle femdom aspect to her aftercare, I loved the way she tenderly wiped me clean, taking extra care to make sure my still sensitive cock was free of any wayward cum. She then told me our time for today was up but reassured me she’d be waiting outside.

As we locked eyes outside of the massage room we were mutually radiating desire. I wanted terribly to return the favor but had to settle for getting her business card which had her cell phone number. I did end up lucky enough to get another massage. At my place after a night on the town. But that’s a story for another day.

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