The tension with my 24[F] massage therapist ~30[M] finally erupted after my breakup PT 3

Sorry for the delay everyone – I caught covid for the second time and have done nothing but sleep really for the past week. Here’s a link to [my last story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/x2vvut/the_tension_with_my_24f_massage_therapist_30m/) if you want to catch up. I promise no matter how long this one get’s I’ll get to the sexual part!

As a quick summary of what happened, I went in after breaking up with my boyfriend and feeling hella anxious and stressed. The massage started with Ben rubbing my feet, then giving me a neck and shoulder massage while I was lying on my back. He moved lower and massaged the top of my chest, and began teasing the edges of my breasts with his strokes. I was getting incredibly turned on as his fingers got closer and closer to my nipples, but then he asked me to turn over onto my stomach. I left off that part by asking if he could work on my glutes as well – for both physical and personal reasons.

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As I rolled over on the table to face down, Ben helped by lifting the sheet ever so slightly. Once I was in position face down, Ben said we’d go top to bottom. He gently placed his hands on the back of my shoulders and just let his hands rest there. I took a few deep breaths, feeling as he applied gentle pressure, spreading my shoulder blades out slightly with each exhale.

As his hands started to rock their way down my back, the intense horniness and arousal I was feeling just minutes before was starting to fade. My mind was starting to go back into relaxation mode, and to be honest I might have started to fall asleep. I muttered out a quiet “so relaxing”, and I heard Ben’s voice say something like “that’s good – just let that stress and anxiousness out”.

While he worked my back for the next few minutes, he never really applied deep pressure. No deep work on the knots in my shoulders, but rather long, delicate strokes that gently stretched and eased my tense body. It was definitely the most relaxed I had felt with him, and my brain just sort of turned off in a blissful, warm, relaxed state.

I think that level of relaxation really made my body primed and available for what happened next though.

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As the back massage got lower and lower, he checked back in, saying “we’re gonna transition to glutes and legs if that’s okay with you”. I moaned out a slow “mmmhhmmm” in response, and he took a moment to adjust the sheets. He did the same as before, pulling one of my legs out from under the sheet, then tucking it under and between my legs ([kind of like this](https://i.ytimg.com/vi/ibZkF3_kcPw/sddefault.jpg) since I’m probably explaining poorly).

As he pulled the sheet to tighten it between my legs – the same thing happened as before. The fabric pressed right up against my clit, giving me just enough stimulation to feel myself start to ache. His warm hands slid up my now exposed leg, starting at my knee and ending at my hip.

His palms made large circles around my glutes, warming up the muscles of my leg, and rocking my hip back and forth a little. With each circle, my upper leg would shift slightly, causing my clit to just barely rub across the sheet. Each little circle sent the faintest tingle of pleasure from between my legs up my back, and from the depths of my relaxation I could feel my arousal coming back on in full force.

As his movements got slower and deeper into my glute, I noticed that I was subconsciously rocking my hips with his movements, my body seeking out any stimulation it could find by slowly grinding into the sheet between my legs. I don’t know how visible these movements were, but in my head I felt like they were naturally synced with his massage.

I was getting into a weird headspace too – my body was totally relaxed and at ease, fully present in the moment. Sexually though it felt like I was waking up, and the energy in the room felt 100% sexual – obviously this was because I was horny, but if he had started fucking me right then and there it would have felt entirely natural. Mentally, I still knew I was just getting a massage – but, I guess it’s hard to describe, all of my concentration was on the sexual energy between us.

His hands moved down from my right glute to my hamstring and calf. Long strokes up and down, squeezing and pulling on my muscles. When he stroked up, his inner hand would move slowly up towards my pussy, covered by just the thin sheet. He would squeeze and drag my skin upward, and I could feel the pressure build towards my lips, but then dissipate just before he hit the line of the sheet. I could feel that I was getting really wet, and was both hoping and worried that he could tell or see.

After a few more minutes of these long strokes, he said he was going to stretch out my right leg then move to the left side. He grabbed my ankle firmly with one hand and slid his other under the front of my thigh, then lifted and pulled back. I could feel a stretch along the front of my hip, and he slowly opened and closed my leg. That movement caused the sheet to slip just a little, but it brushed directly across my now swollen clit.

I involuntarily let out a little sharp moan. He quickly responded and eased off the stretch, asking if I was okay. I giggled a little and all I could think to say was “yeah, more than okay”. He laughed a little too, then lowered my leg and changed to the other side. I don’t know if it was intentional, but when he switched the sheet draping he pulled it even tighter.

As he started on my left side, I noticed I was sighing and moaning more. Nothing loud or over the top, but whenever he would cross a sore spot or it felt especially good, I would let out a little moan or sigh of relief. One of the strokes he did across my glutes caused my legs to spread a little, and I swear I could hear how wet I was.

This time, when he started moving up my legs and teasing my inner thigh, I almost moved my body into his hands. Each stroke, I would rock my hips slightly more open for him, practically begging for his hands to go higher. His fingers started to brush up along the fabric this time, ever so slightly putting some pressure on the tender skin between my thigh and lips. When they did, and before i could even think about what I was saying, I half said and half moaned “Fuck Ben that feels good”.

He laughed slightly and just replied in a questioning, teasing tone “yeah? I’m glad.” As he continued to stroke up from my knee, his outer hand rubbing my glute and his inner teasing towards my upper inner thigh, my breathing was getting very fast. I’m sure my skin was getting flush, and my body felt so warm. He then said after a few more strokes “we’ve still got some time, is there anything else you’d like me to work on?”.

I thought for a moment, trying to think of anything non-sexual, but failed. With my thoughts racing – really just craving sexual release – I said “honestly this feels so good. a little deeper maybe”.

My heart was beating so fast in the moment – my body was craving his fingers, my pussy was aching, and it felt like the tension in the room was teetering on a knife’s edge. He placed both his hands around the back of my knee, then said “Just tell me when you want me to go deeper”.

His hands slowly dragged upwards, squeezing my thighs and hamstring up. Inching higher and higher, I could feel him applying more pressure through his body into mine, his fingers digging deeper into the flesh of my inner and outer thigh.

As he got to the bottom of my glute, he hit a spot that made me moan out again. He worked that spot for a moment, then asked “here?”. I replied “A little higher”.

His hands started moving again, his inner hand creeping closer and closer, my breath getting shorter and more tense. As his fingers finally came to a rest right at the line of the sheet, pressing into my delicate inner thigh, less than an inch away from my swollen lips, he asked again “here?”.

I swallowed, my voice cracked and breath tense and replied nervously, knowing I was crossing a line “can you go any higher?”.

I felt him squeeze my inner thigh tightly as he leaned down, his face coming close to my ear. He asked delicately “Are you sure? Like absolutely sure?”. My heart was pounding. I had never done anything like this before, and I started to get worried. My body was on autopilot though, and lust took over – all I could say was “please Ben?”.

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His fingers slipped under the white sheet. His fingers pressed inwards, spreading my lips, gliding effortlessly across my shaved skin, smooth and delicate and moist from my own arousal.

I moaned. Pleasure shot through my body in the form of an electric shiver. His hand crossed over my lips, his fingers sliding one at a time between and across. My hands tightened into fists as two of his fingers came to rest on either side of my slit, his middle pressing gently into me.

He spoke, telling me the words I’ve heard so many times before “Wow, Eva, you’re so wet.” I smiled at that, and before I could even think of a response was moaning as he pushed his hand down, his middle finger sliding from my opening down towards the front of my body, easily finding my swollen clit.

I whimpered a moan of pleasure as his finger began to make circles around my clit, his outer two fingers squeezing my lips inward simultaneously. His pointer finger joined his middle finger, gliding across my lip and effortlessly joining in rhythm, making perfect small circles around my clit, just barely flicking across the top.

I started grinding into his hand, much more deliberately than before, and the sheet started to tug and pull at his hand. I could feel him trying to adjust it, but in-between moans I breathed out “just take it off”.

His free hand grabbed the sheet, sliding it out from under my covered left leg, fully exposing my lower half. I could already feel my orgasm building, and knew if he went any faster I would be cumming in minutes. He kept his pace steady though, making slow, precise circles of my clit while I rocked my hips in sync with him.

I was in a state of pure bliss – nothing but pleasure coursing through my body. While he continued to practically massage my clit, he started to compliment me, telling me how beautiful I looked and how good he wanted me to feel.

His fingers started working their way up, back towards my opening. He massaged along the way, squeezing my lips together, running them between his fingers, and building up pressure towards my opening. Without any resistance, his fingers suddenly bottomed out inside of me.

I finally felt the fullness I had been craving, and my entire body felt like it was vibrating or on fire or both. It’s hard to describe – but it honestly felt like I was just continuously rolling through an orgasm while he fingered me. He wasn’t going fast or aggressive, just slowly sliding in and out, massaging me from the inside out.

My breath was erratic, my body was trembling, just melting into a state of sexual bliss.

He asked me if I’d be comfortable on my back since the angle was getting hard on his writs, and wordlessly I rolled over for him, pushing the sheet fully off of me as I did. As he saw my breasts for the first time, all he said was “fuck”.

I locked eyes with him briefly, and he looked so focused and intense, but at the same time soft and safe. He still had that same cute little smirk on his face, and I smiled as I fully relaxed onto my back, closing my eyes gently. His hands quickly returned back to my body, his right hand finding its way between my legs, his fingers sliding in and resuming their work.

His left hand traced light circles across my body, playing with the little triangle of trimmed pubic hair , then dancing across my belly, up over my breasts. It was a world of contrast – his right fingers inside of me, massaging up into my g-spot, his left fingers delicately brushing across my skin.

As his fingering got more intense and focused, his left hand ended it’s dance at my breasts, massaging and playing with my nipples. By this point I was practically in a different world – one of pure sexual pleasure with no thought of the outside world.

I was moaning deeply, grinding my hips so that my clit would rub into his palm as he massaged my g-spot, breathing deeply as he tugged and pulled on my nipples. Waves of pleasure were rolling through my body.

It was as if I was hearing the words from another person – almost an out of body experience – “Oh my god”, “Ben”, “Fuck”, “So close”. Over and over. My orgasm was building and building. Each time I thought it was about to erupt it just built higher. I heard him respond, almost as a far away noise “That’s it. I know Eva. Just let it out”.

Finally, when it felt like I was lifting off the bed by how tense my entire body was, I felt a sharp, warm glow spread out from between my legs. His fingers pressed into me statically as his palm squeezed down into my clit. Wave after wave of orgasm crashed through me. I was breathing in short, sharp exhales as my abdomen spasmed and my legs shook. My eyes were shut tight and I was seeing stars as the orgasm continued and continued. My pussy throbbed and squeezed around his fingers.

I don’t know how long it took, maybe it was only 10 seconds, but it felt like a full minute at least.

As the waves slowed and I started to breath somewhat normally again, he slowly released his pressure on me. He flattened his left hand across my breast, just gently caressing it as the orgasm started to fade.

When my pussy had stopped throbbing, he slowly slid his fingers out, and did the same – just resting his hand across my mound.

He said “just breathe”. I tried to steady my breath, taking progressively deeper breaths. My mind was absolutely blank – not able to process a single thought. It still felt like my body was electrified, pins and needles of pleasure piercing through every inch of my skin.

We staid still just like that for some time, him just breathing in sync with me as I calmed down completely.

After several minutes he bent down and placed his forehead on mine, said “that was beautiful. I hope you feel better. Take all the time you need, I’ll be waiting out front.” He brought me a glass of water as I started to sit up, then left the room.

After sitting still for several minutes, I slowly stood and got dressed. I was lightheaded and it honestly felt like the room was spinning a little, but in a weird, pleasurable way. After putting my clothes back on, I looked in the mirror and saw just how red and flush my skin was. I took a quick picture of myself in the mirror as a souvenir, then walked (it felt like I floated) out to the main room.

That smirk was still on his face, and he said “enjoy everything?” in a cheeky tone. I couldn’t help but laugh and just said “that was the best massage I’ve ever gotten. You’re really good at that”. He thanked me, and I don’t know if I believe him, but said “I’ve never actually done that with a client here before”.

I was still a little out of it and couldn’t process much, but I said something along the lines of “well feel free to use me to practice more” as I paid for the massage. I gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, then left the studio.

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Hope everyone enjoyed! I haven’t been back to see him yet as I had to cancel my appt. last week due to having COVID. Hopefully within the next couple weeks I’ll be back though!

Thanks for reading <3

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