**Part 1** is ➜ [**here**](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/y978ri/the_tunisian_masseuse_and_me_f_part_1/).
…as I rolled onto my back I could feel the wet sheet beneath me.
My breathing had steadied as he held the top sheet up, as a cover to protect my modesty.
Once I was settled, he gently draped the cool linen over my warm skin.
He set to work on my shoulders & neck again…stretching me…and moved into gently stimulating the pressure points of my jaw as I instinctively moved… and leaned into his thumbs.
As he carefully folded the sheet down to expose my breasts and torso, my nipples felt a breeze, and I couldn’t help but respond attentively.
Warm oil dripped from his closed fist onto my skin.
…and soon he was grasping one of my breasts at the base.
He firmly gripped up and moved toward the center… swirling around my (now) erect nipple in a circuitous motion.
He repeated the same motion with my second breast.
I sensed his hesitation, as he approached my nipple, which was pierced and contained a gold ring… thus, the sensations were more amplified and even greater than the last.
He continued kneading my breasts — softly at first, and then more firmly.
He made sure to include my breast bone & each rib.
Then, he started massaging my feet, and as his thumbs pressed into my arches, I pushed back.
The warm massage oil made it easy to slither his fingers between my toes.
As he kneaded his way from my calves to my thighs, I felt the tension rising in my body… and, as a result, reflexively moved my hips.
Slowly, he pushed his thumbs up my thighs and into my groin — gently dragging them up over my mound of lace.
He repeated this motion over & over until my hips began rising above the table to meet him.
It wasn’t a “logical” thing… rather, it felt like my body was in control and responding on its own volition, while I was just along for a blissful ride.
He then rested his hands upon my belly and gently moved in circular motions with both hands until my body had calmed, and then, SLOWLY slid under the edges of my laced panties to massage with downward strokes.
He gently held my clit between his thumb & index finger and slowly dragged downward while pinching… toward my opening.
I involuntarily moaned.
I no longer cared where I was or who he was — or more accurately, the blissful state had overridden my logical brain enough for me to not even entertain such thoughts.
I simply surrendered and opened fully… as I could feel myself swelling and dripping… like early morning dew on a daisy.
Who was I kidding? — I wanted him inside me.
On the next pass of his hands, I shifted my body so that the tips of his thumbs dipped inside of me… not deep, but, deep enough for him to “get” the message.
Using one hand to pull the wet panties aside, he slipped in a finger, then after a brief moment of hesitation, two.
I ground my pussy against his knuckles until he inserted more fingers… three… four… and finally all five.
While there was some pressure, the warm oil made it much easier for him to get his entire fist inside of me.
I began riding his fist as he stretched me wide.
I kept rising so my pussy could swallow most of his forearm… and as he stroked… the speed got faster, and the sensations got more intense — and, eventually catalyzed wave after wave… until I heard the sound of my squirt splash on the ground.
I was FINALLY satiated… or at least satiated enough, for now.
He remained inside me, and waited for my shivering body & breath to calm down, then slowly, gently and tenderly, pulled himself out.
Placing his dry hand on my heart, he looked me in my eyes while his other arm was still wet — and softly uttered “I hope madam enjoyed her massage.”
Then, pulled the sheet to cover me, and walked out of the room.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/yejz5g/the_tunisian_masseur_and_me_f_part_2