[MF] My first happy ending massage

This happened many years ago. I (25M) had finished college about a year ago and moved to a major city. I had been single the whole time. After finding escort ads online along with “body rub” ones I started to think about checking any out, and eventually found one I couldn’t turn down. A bit pricier than most, but the masseuses definitely looked like she knew she (24F) was doing, beautiful with a very exotic look (her bio said she was a Brazilian/Hawaiian mix) and also mentioned the school she had studied at and how she was actually an LMT. After I got a tax return I figured I had the cash, and was going with her. I wasn’t even expecting a happy ending necessarily, I figured I’d just get rubbed for an hour by a scantily clad beautiful woman, good enough.

Well hiring her was still nerve-wracking as fuck. Even though she was very calming and confident in our initial emails, the uncertainty still drilled at me. I made my appointment and headed over to the address she directed, an apartment complex in a run down first-ring suburb. I got my cash from an ATM at a Walgreen’s and headed over with about a half hour to go. Smartphones weren’t universal then and I didn’t have one, so to pass the time I hung out in the parking lot reading a free weekly paper also found at the Walgreen’s. Part of me just wanted to bail and thought I could just use the cash for a strip club visit that night. To also elaborate though I wasn’t a virgin, I was somewhat sexually dysfunctional. I masturbated oddly (rubbing against the floor) and had trouble staying engaged while with a woman and had never orgasmed during intercourse before, so sex made me nervous, and this I felt as a sense.

15 minutes before the appointment I followed her instructions to the right building and gave her a quick call on my flip phone. She answered the door. Well the pictures didn’t lie. It was definitely her, and her beauty truly shone through even in her outfit of a white T-shirt, jean shorts and flip-flops. She was about mid-height, very tan skin, and had long curly hair that went down to her very sizable boobs. Both her finger and toenails were painted a lovely dark red color. She exclaimed “Welcome!” and I felt at east a bit as she took my hand and guided me back to the place.

I entered an apartment. Pretty sure this wasn’t her actual residence, didn’t appear set up for living, kitchen was empty, the living room had nothing but a small TV and chair. She led me to a back room where a table sat near the entrance with some candies and a markerboard saying “WELCOME” and my name underneath. And then a candlelit presentation around the massage table.

She explained that she has only one “package”, and doesn’t do upgrades or upsells, her hourly price includes everything she does, and while any extra is always appreciated, she doesn’t expect or ask for tips. I paid her up front and felt a bit more confident. At that point she explained the bathroom was next door if I wanted to do a quick shower before. She also pointed toward towels behind the table and said “Those towels are for draping, but it’s not required.” the “it’s not required” was in a rather sultry tone. I was still nervous but my anxiety had dropped, and showering down the stress felt like it dropped even more. I dried off from the towel stack in the bathroom (all plain white towels like a hotel) and debated for about a second if I would drape…and then wondered why the hell would I. The towel went into the laundry basket as I climbed onto the table starkers.

After a couple minutes in she came, and my heart skipped a beat. Her ads advertised she’d be wearing Victoria’s Secret lingerie during the massage, which was technically true…but it was nothing but a thong. And probably the skimpiest thong in the catalog. And those tits….oh my. So sizable, well formed, nipples were so formed they could probably cut glass. Her thong-clad ass was so firm it basically didn’t move as she walked around the room, and even in the dark candlelit environment I could make out how it extended over her legs. There was absolutely no reason for me to be in a room naked with a woman like this almost naked. I couldn’t believe it.

But then I went facedown as the massage began. She started on my back. I was a bit taken aback as she pulled a few round flat stones from a nearby warm pot and felt them on my back. I had heard of a hot stone massage before and remembered what she said about she didn’t upsell and offered everything in her package. As hot as they were my skin soon acclimated as she started the pressure on it. And….wow. I noticed how soft her hands were when she led me to the apartment, but this was something else. And how she almost effortlessly glided them around my body. It was the perfect pressure as style of stroking…this was something else. Once she rubbed the oil all around my body I felt her fingertips drag on my ass a bit with the perfect sensation in the nerves. I started drifting away. As the anxiety gave way to euphoria, my penis started to feel harder between my body and the sheets. She gently nudged my legs apart and my penis sat slightly exposed between my calves. As she went for a second round of oil rubbing around my body, her hands glided over my ballsack, almost as if it was an accident but couldn’t be.

I felt as if time didn’t exist, but in time she gently whispered in my ear “flip over”. After I complied I felt a bit more helpless, laying there naked, fully exposed and hard. But anxiety wasn’t an issue as I now had a perfect view of her tits and ass when she moved around. She oiled up her hands again and started a rub over my arms, and then my chest. And then she glided around from my stomach area to my legs…crossing over my penis in the process. She didn’t really focus on it, it was just another part of the body she was caressing basically. And she did it with almost the perfect pressure. Just a gentled glide over it each time her hands went lower, stimulating the shaft and head without pressing down, and covering it with just the right amount of the hot oil. It wasn’t long until I was moaning a bit.

She slowly contracted the area she was working over and over until it was targeted around my groin. She then placed one hand on my ballsack and gave it a gentle rub while her other hand gently glided over my legs and calves. I couldn’t believe her talent and the perfect pressure. My legs started shaking and I felt the sheer stimulation shoot up and down. And then she took her other hand and actually grasped my shaft and head, and slowly moved her hand over it repeatedly, letting it slowly and gently slide out before gripping it again and giving another slide. Each slide gave the perfect amount of stimulation. My moaning was uncontrollable, and my twitching legs were practically kicking while she stood between them in silence and continued the perfect work. Eventually it all came to a head and I felt a massive eruption. Hot sticky ropes of cum sprayed all over my body and chest.

I laid my head back and took a deep breath, while I could see her smiling. She grabbed a warm towel and placed it over my chest and penis, while she washed off her hands with another, and used another to then wash the oil off my limbs. And then…she walked up to my head and started gently stroking my hair with her fingers. She gently ran them through my hair over and over, resulting in a perfect sensation of the max feeling but no pulling or pain. I gently floated back to Earth for a couple minutes of this. That…was the single most intense orgasm I had ever had in my life up until that point. I had NEVER felt anything like that before. And then my anxieties felt like they melted away, and I realized that I was not some sexual cripple.

After a couple minutes she whispered “thank you” and said she’d meet me outside. I got dressed, still feeling almost high from the experience, and left the room. She met me outside in her shirt and shorts outfit, and I grabbed some candy from the bowl. She handed me a bottle of water and thanked me for coming and said she hoped to see me again. I walked out the door and headed over to my car feeling like a changed man.

This wasn’t my last happy ending massage, but unfortunately it was my last with her. I didn’t get around to seeing her again and she must’ve moved, her ads stopped appearing and one day after looking up her email and phone number I found ads pretty far away. So my first has remained my favorite ever. However it did what it needed to. After that I was able to control my odd masturbation and sexual habits, and no longer suffer from the issues I had in college. In terms of benefit for the cost, that was probably the best money I ever spent.

Plus the whole package there. Stunning woman, and top-tier massage talent, both for the vanilla massage part and the finish. Nothing I can complain about.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/kh9u3r/mf_my_first_happy_ending_massage