I can’t stop fantasizing about my [F] (30) most recent massage… and can’t wait for my next one [FM]

This happened a few months ago, but has been on my mind recently – especially now that I have another massage scheduled in about a week…

Massages have always been very arousing to me, whether they be from a male or female practitioner. Something about me being naked, them being fully clothed… and of course their hands all over my body. That said, even though I’m bi, I’ve really come to prefer the feeling of a man’s hands all over my body and will almost always request a man.

Back to the story in question… This happened in August, right before I went back to school (I’m a high school teacher). I wanted to unwind and feel really good before having to end the summer, because it’s always hard on me both mentally and physically to get back into things after such a long break. I’d booked a massage at a new spot near my house, of course requesting a male practitioner.

I have a high libido in general, and as I said – I always get aroused by massages. Going into this one, I was incredibly excited just knowing what pleasure was about to come. I’d worn a tight, chocolate brown, cropped tank with these tiny little straps that always threatened to slip off my shoulders. It showcased my 34D breasts perfectly… although it was dark brown, it’s tight enough and thin enough for my nipples to be quite visible against the spandex. Paired with some black leggings to show off my curves and ass. My wavy, brown hair was loose and down. I’d just showered right before, and had a pedicure earlier in the day. I was so ready for him to see and touch me.

When I arrived, he greeted me with a warm smile and led me back to the darkened room. We sat and talked for a few minutes, him asking me what I was looking for during the session and what my preferences were. I slyly told him that my lower back, glutes, and thighs were very sore, as well as my neck, shoulders, and chest. He asked if there was anywhere I was uncomfortable with him massaging.

“Oh , you can touch me anywhere,” I responded with a smile.

He smiled back at me, and left me to undress. It didn’t take me long to peel off my clothing and lace thong underwear. I made sure to leave my panties at the top of the stack of my clothes for him to see. Then I crawled under the drapes and waited.

When he came back in moments later, I was already starting to get aroused. Even though he hadn’t even touched me yet, just being naked on this table for him got me worked up. He centered me with some deep breathing and gentle affirmations, perhaps sensing my excitement and wanting to bring my energy into a more relaxed state. Once I was relaxed and breathing deeply, he began massaging me. He quickly realized I was fully naked and took advantage of it, sliding his arms across the length of my body, from my shoulder to my lower calf. He moved around me, eliciting moans constantly. He’d ask me if the pressure was good…

“Mmm yes, that feels perfect,” I purred.

“You’re doing so good,” he responded, his voice low.

All I could do was moan. I’d asked for him to get deep with the pressure, and he was delivering. As he massaged my thighs and legs, I parted them for him ever so slightly. I was so wet already and really wanted him to know how good he was making me feel. After my thighs and calves came my feet, and he took his time there. I felt him staring at my body and soaked it in. He was making me feel so sexy, touching me both tenderly and firmly, and kept telling me how good I was doing.

Finally, it came time to turn over. I slowly stretched my body around to lay on my stomach, holding up the draping innocently, but knowing he could see my body as he stood behind my head.

“Just getting comfy,” I smiled back at him.

He chuckled in response, an amused grin on his face as he watched me place the drape just above the top of my dark pink nipples, which were already hard with arousal.

I settled my head back into the cushioned rest, closed my eyes, and smiled.

“I’m good,” I sighed.

“You’re good,” he repeated softly.

Then, he put some lavender oil on his hands, rubbed them together, and held them over my face, instructing me to breathe deeply. After a few breaths, he moved his hands into my hair, rubbing my scalp, caressing my neck, and tenderly holding my head. I moaned again, and again he told me how good I was doing. My thighs were slick now with how wet I’d gotten, but my head, neck, and collarbone are some of the most sensitive areas of my body and I knew it was only going to get better. He started touching my neck, massaging it with one hand while holding it with the other. I love having my neck squeezed and held, so I pressed myself against his grasp and moaned more for him.

We stayed like that for a while, him holding and massaging my neck while I sighed and moaned. I was so flustered by how aroused I was, feeling the red on my cheeks with him this close and looking at my face.

A few times, I worked up the courage to open my eyes and look up at him. A couple times I caught him staring at the tops of my breasts, but we also made eye contact twice and I could tell he knew what he was doing to me. I wished I could work up the nerve to pull the drapes off of myself, or to at least sneakily adjust myself so that my nipples peeked out for him. But he was making me feel so good and I didn’t want to push it too far and overstep his boundaries.

Moving down from my neck, he started grazing my collarbone and massaging the tops of my chest. I started squirming as subtly as possible, seeking out a little stimulation for my soaking wet pussy that had been asking for it for over an hour now. I bit my lip and moaned as his fingers ran along my collarbone and drifted deliciously close to my nipples.

“Feeling good?” he asked.

“Fuck yeah,” I sighed.

With that, he started softly blowing on my neck and collarbone as he lightly massaged them, moving up to my throat and then back down to the edge of the drapes. As his hands moved in this way, my body rose to meet them and apply extra pressure. As he touched my chest, I rose my breasts up in offering. I wanted his hands on my nipples so fucking bad. He continued on teasing me, driving me wild.

I would have been happy for him to do that for the remainder of the session, but he eventually moved to massage my arms for a bit, then finished up with the fronts of my legs. As he moved my legs around slightly, I could tell that I’d been dripping on the table.

When he finally declared that we’d come to the end of our time, I sighed with a hint of disappointment – I never wanted it to end. He sensed this and asked, “how are you feeling?”

“You made me feel really, really good,” was all I could say.

He left, and I lay there on the table still wildly horny. I started touching myself, able to hear just how wet I’d gotten in the last 90 minutes. I came quickly, then hopped up to stretch and put my clothes back on, leaving a wet spot on the table for him to find.

The spandex fabric of my crop top put my big, still hard nipples on display. My chest was red and flushed. My hair was an absolute mess. My eyes looked glazed over with pleasure and relaxation as I gazed at myself in the small mirror on the wall. As soon as I felt like it wasn’t completely obvious I’d just had an orgasm, I opened the door to find him standing right outside of it, inches away.

He was holding a small cup of water and smiling at me, again with that amused grin. I got flustered thinking he had hearing me cumming minutes before, and couldn’t think of anything to say. He handed me the cup of water, so I took a drink as I continued to stare back at him.

“So you feel good, yeah?” he finally asked.

“Oh yeah, really good. So good,” I said back, suddenly feeling so nervous in the brighter light of the hallway. We stared at each other for another moment, causing me to smile, and he chuckled again.

“Well, unfortunately this is my final week here. I’m going to be moving to (a city about 45 minutes away). If you want another massage with me, I hope you’ll come find me,” he said softly, as he slid a business card with his number scrawled on it in black pen.

“Of course,” I smiled back, not wanting to break the moment, but also knowing there was almost no chance I’d drive that far just for a massage.

He walked to me to the door and opened it for me, allowing me to brush my body against his as I moved through the door frame.

“Well… have a good one,” I smiled at him.

“You, too,” he grinned back.

I felt him watching me walk to my car, so I made sure to sway my ass and let my boobs bounce all over the place. It was the least I could do ;)

I’m sad that he moved and we will likely never meet again, but excited for my next massage in about a week. Getting wet just thinking about it :)

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