I [M] am a massage therapist and love it when my recurring clients [F] start to build sexual tension, PT 5

Hi Everyone – it’s been a while, and I’ve obviously switched accounts. If any of you remember, I started writing this series under the account u/ComprehensiveNet4547 back in July, which is now deleted. I don’t have a great reason for doing so, but I got a little overwhelmed with how much attention they were getting and some people were trying to guess where I worked, and I made a rash decision to just wipe everything.

I miss writing and talking with all of you though, and quite a lot has happened since those posts, so I’ve decided to start up again. I’ve reposted the original four parts on my profile for those who want to reread in full detail. I know there probably isn’t a way to verify that it’s actually me, but hopefully you’ll recognize my writing, and well, the length of my stories.

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As a brief recap though, I’m a massage therapist who works in a small co-op on the west coast of the US. I’m very interested in the connection between mind and body, and believe that a lot of mental anxiety and stress can manifest physically. When the body is stressed and anxious, a lot of our mental energy is then put in a fight or flight state. The role of my massage is to help my clients feel better physically, but also help them see if there is a deeper reason why they are holding tension.

I also think that our sexuality, sex drives, and sexual energy are a natural and powerful energy within us. I think sexual energy, when channeled in a healthy and mindful way, can result in some very beneficial effects. Often to truly harness that sexual energy in a healthy way, we need to be completely destressed and at ease; able to focus completely on those energies swelling within.

I had done some private sensual/tantric massage work outside of my official massage practice, but that changed with Sarah. Sarah, a beautiful woman who worked as a nurse in her early 30’s, came to me having never had a massage before. We got along great, and she quickly became a recurring client. Our sessions got a little flirty before getting more and more sexual, with her taking the lead and wanting to reveal more and more of herself to me.

Eventually this led to the last session I wrote about (part 4), where we discussed beforehand and she expressed her interest in receiving a yoni massage. After a lot of teasing and buildup, she had two incredible orgasms, and left having scheduled another massage. Okay, back to the actual story.

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Several busy weeks had gone by and I hadn’t been able to get Sarah out of my head. I would be massaging another client, and all I could think about was how Sarah looked laying on that same table, her legs spread, her body trembling, her eyes locked on mine as she moaned along to my touch.

I hadn’t heard anything from Sarah in those few weeks – I gave her my number as I do with a lot of recurring clients – but I was hotly anticipating her next session the following Friday afternoon. That Thursday night, as I was reading session notes for the following day’s three appointments, my phone buzzed from a new number. It was a text from Sarah saying “Hey – just wanted to say I can’t stop thinking about our last session and I’m looking forward to tomorrow afternoon.”

I responded similarly, trying and probably failing to subdue just how excited I was. She also said she might be running a little late to her appointment, which was fine by me as she was the last one for the day and we could go a little over time if needed. In response to learning that, she sent back a teasing message saying “Oh so you’re saying you can really take your time with me tomorrow? I like the sound of that ;)”.

I told her that my schedule was free, so I could go as long as she wanted. We left it at that and I went to bed shortly after. Despite getting myself off once that evening to try and keep myself calm I remember having insanely vivid sexual dreams throughout the night.

That strong sexual energy carried through to the next day. Despite getting myself off again in the morning before heading to the studio, I found myself very distracted by sexually intrusive thoughts and fantasies about Sarah. My first two appointments thankfully went by quickly though – both somewhat older women probably in their sixties who are always fun to talk to, taking my mind off of things for a bit.

I had a few hours to kill between them and Sarah, so after cleaning and setting up the studio as neatly and welcomingly as possible, I went down the street to the gym for a much needed yoga class and shower. Coming back to the studio, I felt very grounded and back in-control of my thoughts, and it wasn’t long before I was letting Sarah into the front door. She was wearing a comfy/sporty outfit – a pair of black yoga pants and a little crop top, and looked like she had just showered as her hair was still damp.

Stepping inside the massage room, she quickly embraced me, pressing her body tight to mine and squeezing me. My hands naturally found her low back, and I was immediately drawn to the natural, almost sweet scent of her hair. As we disengaged, she plopped down her bag she was carrying and took a seat in the chair next to the table, while I pulled up my rolling stool and sat directly in front of her, our knees almost touching.

We chatted a bit about how her work was going and some other small talk. It almost felt like both of us were a little nervous, so I decided to steer the conversation to how she was feeling physically. She told me on the whole pretty good – some normal amounts of tension and stress in her shoulders and upper back, but she said that since the last session she had been, in her own words, “feeling the best she’s felt since turning 25”.

We both laughed a bit and I asked her to explain a little more. She went on to tell me that for the first few days after the session, she felt a little weird and out of it. However after that passed, she hadn’t been feeling the usual amounts of stress and anxiety buildup over everyday little things. She also said that she had been simply feeling very confident and, in her own words, “sensual”.

Despite the recent sexual encounter between us and immense vulnerability shared, there was still definitely some shyness and hesitance between us. This feeling was apparent when she practically lowered her voice to a whisper, blushed, and shyly said, “and this may be TMI, but every orgasm I’ve had since has been incredible … like they just keep getting better and better.”

I smiled at her shyness and we continued to chat. As the shyness started to wear off, we discussed in more detail what happened last time, what she had especially liked, and some more about each of our philosophies and thoughts on sexuality and sexual massage. She had done more reading and research into tantric massage, so we talked about that quite extensively as well. Time flew by, and before I knew it we had been chatting for almost half an hour.

Finding a natural pause in our discussion, I said “Okay, so for today’s session, what are you feeling? I’m here for you, so I’ll happily give you a normal massage if that’s what you need. If you want to dive a little deeper into where we left off last time or you want that more sensual energy, just ask.”

She thought for a moment, then responded in a somewhat playful tone, asking “How serious were you last night over text when you said we could go as long as I want?”

I told her that I didn’t have any plans that afternoon, so we really didn’t have to worry about time. She responded, “Well in that case, I really loved the teasing and buildup aspect from last time, and I loved the breathwork mixed into that. Can we start with a normal massage and then build up reallllllly slowly?”

This was music to my ears, and I told her as much, then asked “Any changes to your limits or any other last minute requests?”

To this, she grinned and said, “Nope, no limits. Do whatever you want to me.” I smiled in response to her boldness, and just as I was about to stand to leave the room for her to get ready she quickly stood and pulled her crop top off revealing her perfect breasts. I must have looked a little surprised because she giggled, tossed me her top, started pulling down her yoga pants and said “I mean nothing you haven’t seen before”.

She stepped out of her yoga pants and tossed them to me as well. I stood and folded her clothes, setting them neatly on the chair. She stood there wearing just a pair of light pink lace panties, and I took a moment to take in the beautiful sight in front of me. As she bent over and pulled down her panties, I could feel my own sexual energy start creeping back up, and could feel myself stiffen against my loose pants.

She took a few steps towards the table, but just before she was about to lay down on it she turned abruptly and pulled me in for another hug. She squeezed me tightly again, and I could feel her breasts pressing into me. She could probably also feel my hard on pressing into her thigh, and without thinking my hands naturally glided down her back to her butt and squeezed gently. I quickly pulled my hands back though, and guided her face down onto the table.

Once she got settled in on the table, I took a deep breath to steady my own breathing and recenter myself. Since this was still all such new territory for me, I was having some difficulty balancing my own desire with still wanting to provide her a quality massage. I placed my hands gently on her upper shoulders, and instructed her to take some deep breath into my hands.

Once I felt that we were adequately synced up and had gone through some basic breathwork, I started my regular massage routine. First we worked the tops of her shoulders, then down her upper back. Her body felt much more relaxed than sessions past, which was nice to see some improvement. As I started working on her lower back and getting into my routine, I noticed my mind was wandering a bit, planning out how I wanted to tease her and build up that sexual tension.

I was brought out of that train of thought when my fingers dug a little deeper into her upper hip/lower back, finding a tender knot that caused her to moan out. As I focused back on her body, I could feel some tension in her right hip, and spent quite a bit of time trying to loosen her up. One of the techniques I used was to lift her right leg off the table, one hand supporting her thigh from below and the other wrapped around her ankle. With that leverage I was able to make circles and pull on her hip joint, stretching out those muscles.

Making these circles with her right leg gave me a perfect view between her thighs, and with each opening motion of the circle I could see her lips spread open. She was already glistening with wetness, and after I set her leg back on the table I slid my hands up the length of her leg very slowly, letting the hand between her legs drift over her lips. My fingers trailed over her fuzzy pubic hair, trimmed short but just peaking through, and my knuckles dragged between her lips just enough to feel her warm wetness on them. This elicited a moan from Sarah, and I felt her leg shiver a little.

With the back side of her upper body complete it was now time to work from her glutes to her feet. I could feel some tension again in her glutes, but not nearly as much as she normally carried. I did my usual glute and hamstring routine, taking plenty of time to drift my fingers as close as possible to her vagina without touching it.

I was also relishing the many different views of her cute little but and her glistening lips as I rubbed and spread her glutes, and I could tell she was too. The longer I spent massaging her glutes and thighs, spreading her legs apart, and grazing the tender skin between her thigh and lips, the more I could see her wetness building and her lips swelling up in size. Maybe it was just my own sexual energy building, but I swear I could feel her inner thighs getting warmer, almost hot to the touch compared to the rest of her body.

Seeing as we had exchanged some cheek and forehead kisses, I felt that it would be okay to work in some body kisses as well. The style of sensual/sexual massage I like to give blends in a lot of aspects of worship and praise, and there’s nothing I love more than giving my partner the goddess treatment. Before moving down to Sarah’s calves and feet, I placed two gentle kisses on her lower back, one each at the tops of her hip crests.

When my lips made contact with her smooth and shimmering skin, Sarah moaned in a very sweet, relaxed tone. With that positive feedback, I kissed my way up her spine, placing one gentle kiss at each vertebrae while tracing the outline of her ribcage with my fingers. As I kissed the back of her neck, my fingers found the sides of her breasts and made light feathery strokes along them. I could feel her grinding down into the table as I continued to kiss my way around her neck, and could sense that sexual fire building.

Once my lips made contact with her ears though, Sarah started moaning very loudly and practically writhing on the table. I was only placing very gentle kisses on her ears but she was loving it, and I slid one hand down to her butt. I squeezed her while she ground her hips, then whispered in her ear “feeling good?”

She turned her head to the side and looked at me with the “fuck me” eyes, bit her lip, and said in a very seductive tone “my ears are so fucking sensitive … this is amazing”. As she finished her sentence, I resisted the urge to kiss her lips, and instead kissed her ear and neck a few more times, while slowly moving my hand from her butt down between her thighs.

I cupped my hand around her mound, sliding it under her just enough to let her grind into my hand. Her lips spread easily around my three center-fingers, and I could feel her clit press into the tip of my middle finger. She ground down into my hand and moaned loudly, her hand reaching out to the side and grabbing my thigh. Holding onto my leg, I let her continue to grind into my hand for a minute or so while my free hand slid up to the back of her neck and held her firm. I didn’t want to take her too far, so I slowly pulled my hand away, a string of her wetness trailing with. As my fingers left her clit, I could see her tensed muscles relax and her body sink into the table.

She breathed deeply, her torso rising and falling steadily. I guided her through some more breathing as I moved down to her feet. The room was starting to smell sweetly of sex, her scent mixed with the lavendar aroma of the oil diffuser.

I spent some time working on her calves and feet, finding a few tight and sore spots, each one eliciting its own unique moan from her. I avoided any sexual contact for the next few minutes while I finished up the backs of her legs, then asked her to flip over, letting her know she could stretch out for a moment if needed.

She propped up onto all fours and went through a few cat-cow back bends, giving me a beautiful view of her body. While still standing at her feet, she turned her head back to look at me, a sly grin on her face, then wiggled her butt a little before asking “like the view” and laughing. Part of me really wanted to bend down and taste her, but instead I reached out and lightly grabbed onto one of her butt cheeks, my thumb landing directly between her wet lips. She moaned as I rubbed up and down a few times, then with a light slap I told her more firmly to flip over.

With Sarah now on her back, I massaged up over the top of each leg, spending several minutes on each thigh. I refrained from teasing her too much, only passing over her inner thigh a few times. I could feel her body shift slightly towards my hands each time I got close up her inner thigh, but I wanted to play it slowly still, especially since I wasn’t worried about time.

I gave her a rather quick abdominal massage, mostly focusing on her lower abdominal area near her hips, then passed over her breasts up to the top of her shoulders. I continued over the tops of her pecs, again making sure to not get too close to her nipples. She had her eyes open and was watching me the whole time while I worked on her body, occasionally sighing or breathing deeply when I found a tense spot.

I then moved to her neck, taking a seat behind her and going through my standard neck massage. Just like the previous sessions, Sarah loved the neck massage, the full weight of her head resting in my hands, her eyes fluttering open occasionally and sighing deeply as my fingers dug deep into the back of her neck and head.

After maybe 15 minutes of massaging her neck, I rested her head on my knees, bent down so my lips were in line with her ear, then whispered “Ready? Take a few deep breaths.” I finished the sentence by lightly kissing her ear, causing her to shiver a little. Scooting forward so her head rested more firmly on my thighs, I reached forward and traced my fingers delicately up her arms, starting at her fingertips and ending at her collarbones.

I repeated these light feathery strokes a few times in sync with her breathing, each time letting the strokes get a little higher up her neck. The final few strokes traced lightly around her ears, each time eliciting a cute, low moan from Sarah. While making these strokes, I noticed her chest getting flush and her nipples stiffening. I spent a minute or so just lightly touching her cheeks, eyebrows, massaging her temples and ears, before slowly gliding my hands down over the front of her neck.

As my hands passed over her neck towards her breasts, I felt her push upwards, almost inviting my hands to grab her neck tighter. My hands came to a rest on her collarbones as I felt her breath deep one more time. I then started making the same light strokes in a circular motion around her breasts. As I continued to tease around but not over her nipples, I could see them hardening even more in anticipation. I looked down and saw the same “fuck me” eyes from earlier looking up at me, and felt her roll her head slightly in my lap, pressing the back of her head against my hardness below.

From the way her breath was quickening and the increased frequency of her moaning, along with the renewed gyrating of her hips, I knew she was building up tension again. After several minutes, my fingers drifted closer and closer to her nipples, the heat building between us. I let my oily fingers press ever so slightly on either side of her nipple as I dragged them slowly upwards. She moaned a faint “please”, pressing her chest into my hands.

Instead of circling back around her breast this time, my hands continued upwards, thumbs tracing over her collarbones. Our eyes met for a brief moment right before my hands landed on either side of her neck, my two thumbs resting on the center of her throat. I didn’t squeeze, but just held her neck while maintaining eye contact. Her mouth was open slightly. She licked her lips, opening her mouth just a little more, then lifted her head to look down towards my hands, pressing her throat into my fingers.

I moved my right hand up to her cheek to caress her while my left hand slid down again to her breast, wasting no time firmly squeezing around her nipple. As I rolled her nipple between my fingers, she moaned loudly, thrust her hips upwards, turned her head to the side and took my thumb into her mouth. She half sucked and half bit on my finger, swirling her tongue around it while I massaged her breast and nipple. My hands are usually a pretty sensitive zone for me, and feeling her tongue gliding across my thumb caused me to moan. Hearing this, she pushed her head down again, no doubt feeling my cock straining against my pants.

We continued this dance, her sucking on one of my fingers while the other hand massaged her breast, for several minutes. Using her saliva on my fingers as a lubricant, I eventually used both my hands freely on her breasts, alternating between massaging the strong muscles of her chest and toying with her nipples.

While doing so, I could see her squeezing her legs together tightly, I assume trying to find any stimulation for herself. Noticing this, I stepped her through some more breathing exercises, this time continuing to tease her nipples while doing so. She struggled a little on focusing on her breath, but overall was doing really good. After a few deep breaths, she made eye contact with me again and said “The floating feeling is coming back … this feels so fucking good.”

I bent down and kissed her forehead, responding “Good. Keep breathing. We’ll move towards a yoni massage now.”

I lifted her head off my lap, relieving quite a bit of pressure on my now rock hard cock, making me notice just how hard I was. I stood while getting her supported on the table, then walked to her side. I instructed her to lie with the soles of her feet touching and her legs spread (Supta Baddha Konasana for the yoga fans out there), and could audibly hear how wet she was when she spread her legs.

As I placed my hands gently on her lower stomach, she asked in a shy tone “Would it be okay if I held onto you or touched you?”.

I thought for a moment as my hands started to make small circles around her abdomen, then decided to respond “As long as it’s over my clothes for now, sure.”

The circles my oily hands were making started moving south, turning more into long, downward strokes. They separated, each moving slowly on either side of her lips, now spread wide and glistening. My fingers trailed down the insides of her thighs, stopping at her knees. I pressed down and out on each side slightly, just enough to assist in opening her hips a little more. She sighed and relaxed, and I used that opportunity to reset her breathing.

Once set and in-tune with her breath, my thumbs made tight circles along her inner thigh as my hands glided back upwards. The inside of my pointer fingers first made contact with the inside of her lips, spreading them even further open, my thumbs following shortly behind. I repeated this stroke for a few minutes, down along her thighs, back up, then spreading her open and barely stimulating the inner lips.

I could visibly see small beads of wetness forming along her, and as a huge fan of giving oral, it took a lot of self restraint to not bend down and taste her. I continued on though, shortening the distance my hands traveled down her thighs each time, until finally I was making strokes just up and down her outer lips.

Her moaning started increasing in frequency, and I had to keep reminding her to recenter her breath. I could also see her clit become very swollen, and each time my pointer fingers got close to it I noticed it throb slightly while her breath shortened.

Somewhere around this point when one of my fingers just barely touched her clit, her hand reached out and firmly grasped the back of my thigh, pulling me in towards her, my legs pressed hard against the table. She squeezed and almost massaged the back of my leg in rhythm with my strokes, giving me another source of feedback to how she was feeling.

Using the input from her squeezing my leg, her breathing, her moans, and the physical reactions of her pelvic muscles, I started ramping up the teasing and edging of her clit. The strokes up and down her lips transitioned into making connected circles, coming over the top of her clit, then down below her opening, just barely brushing her perineum, then back up.

After several minutes, that stroke transitioned into figure eights, spreading her wetness between her lips and now making light contact with the top and sides of her clit. She started shivering with each touch of her clit, and would gyrate her hips towards my fingers as they passed around her opening, beckoning me inside. At some point, she also slid her hand up, squeezing my butt before resting it along the side of my abdomen.

After a few more minutes of more direct teasing of her clit, I could feel her body tensing up, maybe a few minutes from an orgasm. Rather than continue on, I slowed my strokes back down, then fully rested my hand over her mound, my middle finger between her lips, the tip resting just at her opening. I pressed my entire hand down into her and moved it very slowly up and down, instructing her to breathe with my movements.

I wanted first to tease her and edge her a little more, but second to really ground her awareness into her sexuality. I did this by applying pressure only to her yoni, recentering her breath, instructing her to visualize my hand, then to visualize every bit of tension and stress in her body, to visualize that stress and tension as energy being absorbed by her sexual energy and arrousal, and finally to visualize that sexual energy carrying it outwards into my hand.

Once she was settled again, I planted the palm of my hand firmly at the top of her mons and transitioned the short up and down movements into short up and down strokes of my fingers. My middle and pointer finger easily slipped between her lips, this time barely dipping into her opening. I pulled upwards with each stroke, her hips rising slightly as they tracked along with my movement. I felt very in sync with her, and could almost anticipate when she would moan, when she would shiver, when she would cry out a little louder.

After a couple minutes of restarting the yoni massage, when I felt she was getting close again, I honed in more on her clit. Remembering from her last session that she came from light, direct stimulation across the top of her clit, I used my index and ring finger to spread her lips and lightly and quickly feathered my middle finger across the top of her clit.

This sudden sensation caused her to cry out loudly, and her hand moved from its resting position on my abdomen firmly onto my erection. She squeezed the outline of it through my pants, this time causing me to shiver and feel light headed. I refocused quickly though, continuing to make light and fast strokes across the top of her throbbing clit. I could see her breasts swelling as she moaned louder and louder … first “fuck”, then “oh fuck”, then “oh my fucking god”.

As she got closer and closer to her first orgasm, she started massaging the head of my cock with her palm while breathing deeply, her hips locked firmly into the table, her lower back arching, her mouth wide open, and her eyes shut tightly. She rolled through her first orgasm, announcing it with a loud “holy shit I’m cumming dont stop … dont stop.”

As someone who can follow directions, I didn’t stop, changing absolutely nothing. She writhed and squirmed on the table, my middle finger still making steady brushes across her clit. She pressed her hips up towards my hand as she seemingly continued to orgasm, applying a little more pressure into her clit.

After another 30 seconds or so, she said in a broken voice “Fuck it’s not stopping … it feels like I’m just floating and falling and …” her voice trailed off into a moan. After another 30 seconds or so, she finally let out one last loud moan, almost an eruption of pleasure. After that final peak, her body dropped and went limp, her hand falling from my crotch down to the table.

I slowly transitioned my hand to again cup her entire mound. She brought her legs together and gently squeezed her thighs around my hand and forearm. I could see beads of sweat rolling off her forehead, and she would occasionally shiver and her legs would shake in small aftershocks.

Shortly after, she opened her eyes and just stared at me. I held her gaze, then brushed some of her matted down hair behind her ear. I told her to take her time, and after a few more breaths in a raspy voice she said “I think I need to be held if that’s alright.”

Wordlessly, I bent down and kissed her forehead again, then slid both my arms around her upper back. She turned slightly, slipping one of her legs off the table and around my hip, pivoting me to face her. Her other leg slipped behind me as well so she was straddling me, and as I raised up I lifted her off the table, her squeezing onto me. I slowly lowered us to the floor, sitting cross legged with her facing me, in my lap, her legs wrapped around me and her head resting on my shoulder.

I’ll be honest that I didn’t know how to feel. On one hand yoni massages are an insanely intimate and sacred thing to give and share with someone. On the other hand, sitting like this with her in my lap, I also contemplated that I had only known this woman for a few months, and had only seen her a handful of times. The level of intimacy was a bit of a headrush for me, especially since I still felt some responsibility as a therapist / licensed provider.

After a couple minutes of me wordlessly holding her like this, my fingers tracing lightly up and down along her spine, I said “take all the time you want, but tell me how you’re feeling whenever you’re ready.”

Sarah responded “Okay … as long as this is okay with you … like not too weird or pushing your limit … I’d love to just be held for another minute or two … then can we continue?”

Next part is coming soon!

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