Tunisian Massage

I was working in Tunisia 16 hours a day trying to open a hotel in time for tourist season. I didn’t speak Arabic or French or have a work permit, but I’d been sent by my company to ensure our standards were upheld.

I’d been there four months and hadn’t had a date for at least that long. I was so exhausted each night – I hadn’t had the energy to even masturbate since I’d arrived.

As a hotel inspector, part of my job was to ensure all services were up to par. And so, I finally got around to booking myself a massage.

The masseuse worked out of a little hut 🛖 on the side of the pool. I took the last appointment of the night, around 8pm.

A medium build man, slightly balding, greeted me & invited me to disrobe as he stepped out. I was exhausted & looked forward to unwinding. I stripped to my white lace panties & slid between the sheets on the massage table.

Upon his return he set to work on my shoulders and I’m pretty sure I let out a groan. As he worked his way down my arms and across my back – I realized I wasn’t falling asleep, as I’d expected.

My body was alert and expectant. I became acutely aware of how deprived I’d been of touch.

He slowly worked his way over my feet up to each calf… and then each thigh. I was breathing heavy & felt the discomfort rising, as I realized my body’s responses to being touched were difficult to mask.

As he smoothly caressed my hips his fingers glided under the lace of my panties on each cheek.

I was practically lifting my hips to meet his hands.

I must have made a noise, as the security guard right outside asked if everything was okay. I said yes – even as I flushed with embarrassment. After all, I was sure I was just projecting & nothing was amiss on the part of the masseuse. He wouldn’t cross the line with the corporate executive – would he?

As I reassured myself & settled in to relax & receive… he kept focusing on my hips & sacrum. Luckily I was face down and muffled my mouth against my arm.

And as he slowly kneaded & stroked me I let go and opened wider.

His finger tips lightly tracing the edges of my only garment. By the time his finger slid under the tiny lace triangle covering my pussy I was soaking wet.

The stroking continued as I bit into my arm and my whole body shuttered.

And then he had me turn over…

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