The Massage [fingering] [18+]

(Another little fantasy I came up with as I was feeling a little lonely, hope you enjoy! :) )

Samira felt stiff all over. She had had a horrible week at work, she was stressed out and to top things off, her long time boyfriend had decided to end things earlier today. She felt like a wreck, and the ad on her phone had seemed like a cosmic intervention. “Relaxing massages, all types.”

A relaxing massage was just what she needed, so now she was heading over to Spring Flower Massage Parlor, a small place she had previously never heard of, to get her well deserved treatment.

The waiting room was small but nicely decorated, and indeed smelled faintly of spring flowers. Samira only had to wait for a couple of minutes before a tall, handsome man came out from the back room, smiling at her. He had beautiful, dark skin, black, curly hair and a well kept beard. His eyes were warm and had a playful glint in them.

“Hello miss, my name is Lance,” he said. His voice was dark and felt comfortable and safe. “Please, come with me.”

Samira rose with a smile, and followed him into another room, containing not much else than a massage bench and a folding wall in a corner.

“You can get undressed behind there,” Lance said calmly, pointing at the folding wall. “For a full body massage you are naked, but you may put the towel over your behind if you feel more comfortable that way. I will be back in a few minutes.”

He stepped outside, and closed the door behind him. Samira felt strangely hot. Covering your butt was optional? He sure made it sound as if lying butt naked on the massage bench was absolutely fine. Something about that thought made her insides tingle. Lance was a gorgeous man, and what a lovely f-you to her ex it would be to get a full body massage from him while showing off her entire ass.

She knew she was a good looking woman. She was 25 years old, with big, round, perky boobs that gravity had not yet gotten hold of, and a well trained, firm butt. Her hair fell lightly over her shoulders, raven black, and her dark eyes made people lose their train of thoughts looking into them. She had her Persian heritage to thank for those eyes and hair.

With a cheeky smile to herself, she undressed fully, but brought the white towel with her. If she had misunderstood, Lance would get a nice view of her ass before she covered it, at least. She laid down on the bench on her stomach, and waited. She noticed that there was a slight bend on the bench where her hips were, making her upper body tilt a little forward, as well as her lower body tilt somewhat back in a very subtle, upside down V shape. It made it more comfortable, not lying on an absolutely flat surface, but it also made her butt feel as if it pointed up more.

Lance knocked and entered the room a short while later, and Samira felt her cheeks blush a little. Was this really appropriate? But if Lance felt so, he didn’t mention it. It seemed perfectly normal for him, having naked women in his massage parlor.

“Well then, let’s get started. Let me know if anything I do feels uncomfortable, and I will stop.”

His voice was soothing, and Samira relaxed just by hearing him. Feeling his big, strong hands oil her whole back in, felt heavenly.

Lance began massaging her, and it felt so good that she could barely stop herself from moaning. His hands worked her whole back and shoulders, her neck, and even her sides. Having his hands so close to her bare breasts, gave her slight butterflies. She could not deny that the thought of him massaging her tits too, was enticing. But she quickly pushed away such thoughts. This was a professional, after all.

“Alright, miss, I will move down to your legs now. Would you like me to massage your behind as well?”

The question felt so natural. Was this really normal? But oh, yes, did she want that…

Sensing something in her, Lance continued:

“I will only do what makes you feel comfortable and relaxed, miss. If you wish, I will make you completely relaxed, massaging every part of your tense body.”

Something in his voice made her feel electricity inside, a buzzing in her head. Did he offer what she thought he was offering?

“I… I would love to feel completely relaxed…” she whispered, feeling goosebumps on her arms.

“Well then, miss, I will continue the massage, and you just let me know if you want me to stop.”

Samira heard him putting new oil onto his hands, and exhaled as she felt them on her calves. He rubbed them in, and then slowly moved up to her thighs, gently spreading the oil all over them. She shyly moved her legs a little apart, granting him access to her inner thighs, and his hands began gliding up and down them, dangerously close to her exposed pussy. She felt it tingle, as if covered in tiny, static sparks.

Lance then moved to rub the oil all over her butt. Gently massaging her buttcheeks, Lance carefully spread it until her whole as felt glistening wet, and Samira focused hard on not shivering with anticipation.

As the massage began, Lance moved slowly from her calves, up to her thighs. When he had his large, strong hands on the back of her thighs, just below her butt, his thumbs reached the inside of her legs, only inches away from her pussy. She knew for a fact that that was just as slippery wet as the rest of her now. It made her cheeks red as she realized that he could most likely see that, since she was clean shaven down there. But there was no denying it now, she was horny, and in these few minutes, Lance had already given her more pleasure than her ex had ever managed.

Lance moved on to massage her butt, and she couldn’t hold back a little moan as his thumbs reached inside. Gently, he rubbed her buttcheeks whith his thumbs so close to her sensitive, back hole that she shamefully spread her legs even further. It was the most erotic experience she had ever had.

Almost disappointed, Samira felt Lance’s hands move away from her ass without touching the most private part. But she soon got other things on her mind. Instead of her ass, he was now back on her inner thighs, and this time, he had moved to stand with his back against her upper body, so that he reached her thighs from a new angle. His fingers were on the inside of her thighs, just underneath her pussy, and his thumbs gently moved up and down over the sensitive skin just where the buttcheeks meet the thighs. It made her weak with pleasure, and she hoped that he couldn’t hear her gasping and breathing faster.

As if in a haze, she felt the tip of one of his index fingers flutter over the back of her labia as if it had been by mistake. A quiet ‘ohh’ left her lips involuntarily, and then his finger was back again, slower this time, sliding over her wetness. The third time, his finger stayed, and Samira’s head spun as she felt his finger move slowly along her slit, downwards, towards the most private, sensitive spot. She felt him gently separating her swollen, soapy lips, and gliding back and forth, closer and closer each time.

When he finally reached her clit, she moaned loudly. She couldn’t stop herself, her body was trembling with heat and lust.

Lance circled it, moving around it with ease, sometimes passing over it to create shockwaves of pleasure through Samira’s body. With a gentle but firm touch, he massaged her butt with one hand, and fingered her pussy, that was now so wet she felt her juices reaching the inside of her thighs. Wave after wave of immense heat rolled over her, and she nearly cried with lust as Lance’s other finger found its way down between her buttcheeks again, tracing them up and down until Samira’s juices were all the way up to her back hole. Samira heard herself moaning with each breath now, and she gasped and shivered as the finger between her cheeks finally reached her tight asshole.

Spreading her soapy wetness back and forth over the hole made everything tingle inside her, and she could barely breathe as she felt his finger push gently, firmly, until she relaxed the muscles and his fingertip slowly entered her ass.

Heat was radiating out from her whole lower body, as if she was on fire. She whimpered with the indescribable heat, completely in Lance’s mercy as he fingered both pussy and ass, pulling her closer to the inevitable explosion that was quickly building up inside.

His finger slid easily in and out of her ass now, and with shameful lust she raised her hips further, meeting his hands. She felt him slow down, and the finger massaging her clit was now tickling, then pressing slightly, then tickling… all in a dance that made her nearly mad with lust.

Closer, closer it came, she felt herself being dragged towards it, Lance experienced hands guided her towards the climax… and with a final, gentle tickle, right on top of her clit just as his other finger tickled her asshole, she exploded in the most violent orgasm she had ever had in her entire life. She screamed out her pleasure, shaking and squirming in his gentle grip, not holding anything back. It felt as if she orgasmed forever, as if time stopped. But Lance held her in place until it finally subsided, and she lay there panting and gasping on the massage bench.

“Oh my god…” she breathed.

“Take your time, miss,” Lance said calmly. “And don’t hesitate to come back to me again, whenever you want. You are a beautiful woman, the next treatment will be on the house.”

He winked at her, and she finally saw beneath the professional surface, and noticed the bulge in his pants. This was not standard procedure. This had been just for her.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/12wbdak/the_massage_fingering_18