A woman’s happy ending

You have wondered what this would be like. You have even joked about it being your top fantasy. But now, it’s happening ….

A massage in a high end spa. Your birthday treat from your husband or boyfriend. Everything about this place suggests class. The lighting, the size of the rooms, the range of treatments on offer. The subtle scent in the air, not too cloying. The beautiful reception area, the refreshments, the well turned out staff.

And when you went in to the massage room, the soft music, the smiling, handsome masseur. He nodded at you and said hello. Signalled for you to lie down on the large message bed, your towel still around you. He clearly spoke no English. Good. You wanted to relax, not be chatted at for an hour.

He left the room while you removed the towel and lay face down on the bed, the towel covering your ass. You had kept your knickers on, nothing else.

And as soon as she started work on your calves, you knew this would be amazing. His hands were warm and almost magical in their impact, unknotting right muscles, firmly kneading sore spots to a more comfortable place. He moved up to your thighs, your lower back, then your neck and shoulders. The feeling of his fingers dancing across your body, gently removing tension wherever you felt it, was almost tingly.

He handed you a new towel so you could cover your breasts when you turned over. And then he started again at your feet working his way up. You felt an erotic charge as he massaged your thighs, his hands moving closer and closer to your pussy. Then he moved to your arms and shoulders, your neck….and then.

And then, almost imperceptibly at first, to your breasts. He was massaging your neck, then your chest, and his hands just kept moving lower. Under your towel.

Should you be stopping him? You had no desire to. His hands were sliding massage oil over your tits, your nipples hardening between his fingers. And now he was removing the towel and fully massaging your bare breasts. And it felt fucking divine.

As it did when his hands moved down your body, pushing away the lower towel, massaging your thighs again, really close this time, his fingers below the gusset of your slight panties.

His hand moved to your waistband and he took hold of it. “Is ok?”

You nodded meekly and he pulled them down and off. You felt the air on your bare pussy. And then his hands.

He knew just what do do. He massaged your pussy like any other body part, focusing on what felt right. He opened you up with one hand and caressed your clit with the other. He slid a finger up inside you and continued to massage your clit in circles.

You were moaning aloud now, your hips rising up off the bed. You wondered if he was hard. You wondered if he would fuck you right here and now. And then you felt his hot mouth on your nipples as you got close, his magic fingers on your clit and in your soaking
Pussy, and you forgot everything, moaning and writhing against him as your orgasm hit.
He held his hand between your legs as you came down, and then he walked away and shut the door.

In a daze, you dressed. When he came back in, you couldn’t look him in the eye, but your tip was generous as you scuttled out of there.

And there he was, your man, waiting for you in reception.

“How was your massage?” he smiled.

“Amazing!” you replied and you saw the receptionist smirk.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yrebsc/a_womans_happy_ending