I wrote about one of my other experiences with Michelle here.
(F)un with (m)y massage therapist…this girl loves to please. from gonewildstories
[EDIT] I’ve added an image (cropped for privacy) of her body so you can see what I was dealing with. The girl was gorgeous. Image here: http://imgur.com/ycU7QRh
Here’s another fun encounter.
I used to see Michelle every 2 or 3 months when I needed a great massage and a happy ending. As you can tell from my previous post, we developed a comfortable friendship and mutual attraction, and so our sessions went beyond the usual massage/handjob that her other clients got.
I arrived at her apartment a few minutes before the scheduled appointment, and she buzzed me in. A quiet tap tap on the door and she answers, hiding behind the door on the inside to prevent anyone else in the hallways seeing her. She always wore something sexy. Sometimes it was just a bra and panties, sometimes its was a wife beater and short shorts.
Today Michelle was wearing a lacy bra and a thong. Her blond hair was up in a pony tail, and her breasts were spilling out of her bra. I’m not one usually for fake breasts, but something about hers, they were so full on her tiny frame, it did something to me.
A quick hug and her sweet voice asking how I was doing, and in we went to her room. She left to warm up the coconut oil while I undressed and climbed up on the massage table. Michelle came back in, fired up some chill music on her computer and climbed up on the table to walk on my back.
She started every massage this way – her soft voice inquiring what was new in my life, how I was doing, listening attentively, and walking slowly on my back to release some joint pressure before beginning the massage. I have a thing for cute feet so it was always a huge turn on to feel them on my back.
She hopped down and began the massage. This girl is a true pro in massage therapy. She knows the human body very well, has very strong hands, and is very intuitive. Despite the extras that came (ha) at the end of every session, the massages alone would stand up as some of the best I ever had.
On this day, neither of us were feeling very chatty. I was enjoying feeling her hands work my back, my neck, my arms, my hands (a favorite of mine), and I was dozing a bit, coming in and out of consciousness as she massaged me into a puddle. A folky-Celtic song came on, and she started quietly singing along with it. There was something so erotic and sensual about her quietly singing to me while she touched me. It was very intimate, and I felt almost hypnotized by her.
About 20 minutes into the massage, she started working my legs. Strong, firm pushes into my thighs, down to my calfs, my feet, and then slowly she pulled one leg a bit wider on the table, a sign that we were about to head to the next phase.
She worked her way back up my thigh, oil and friction blending to feel so good, and gently grazed my balls – an intentional touch, but soft enough to feel accidental. This continued a few minutes, she’d work up my legs, and then graze my balls, run the tips of her fingers across the tip of my now growing cock, and then back down the other leg. I loved this part each time – the anticipation, the tease, knowing where we were heading, so good. I watched her cute feet through the hole in the massage table – I loved seeing her painted toes come in and out of my view. Today her toes were teal, and I imagined her rubbing her feet all over my cock.
She placed one hand on my hip and gently lifted up, signaling I should lift my pelvis a bit off the table. She reached between my legs and took my cock in her hand, covered in oil, and began slowly massaging it. Not jacking it off, not stroking it hard, just playing with it, feeling it grow harder in her hand, tickling the tip, then a light stroke, then cupping my balls. I pushed into her hand and let her work her magic. Hard as a rock, I was ready for more.
She asked me to flip over onto my back. As I got comfortable on my back, she slid her thong off to the floor, and unclasped her bra, letting her amazing breasts spill out. She stood at the foot of the massage table and starting rubbing my legs. She worked my feet, stretched my legs out, and slowly worked her way up from my calves to my thighs.
Michelle climbed up onto the table and slowly ran her hands up my legs to my chest, extending her body as she did so, and I felt her breasts brush past my cock, my stomach and onto my chest. We locked eyes as her face neared mine, and there was something we both felt in that moment that changed the course of the massage.
She climbed off the table and stood beside me, beginning the usual next step of playing with my cock. As in the previous story I wrote, she would at this point usually stroke me, let me touch her, and I would make her squirt and cum by fingering her while she jacked me off to completion. We started this way today too. I placed my hand on her ass as she started to slowly stroke my cock, and we just looked at each other as my hand found its way between her legs. She shifted so my hand could rub her clit, graze her cute little asshole and eventually slide into her wet pussy. She had the sexiest soft moans, and she was able to cum so quickly. I always had to ask her to stop stroking me so I didn’t cum before her, and so I sat up to be able to use both hands to get her off.
She leaned back against the massage table and I knelt down in front of her on the floor. With one hand I reached around and gently started teasing her ass with one finger, and with the other hand I slid two fingers into her wet pussy and started finger fucking her. I had made her squirt before and I wanted her to again today. As my speed increased, I felt her g spot pulsating against my finger, and I slid my index finger of my other hand into her ass, and she came hard, squirting all over my hand.
I stood up and she had a look in her eyes that I’ll never forget. She told me to get back on the table, and she left the room for a minute. She came back with a condom, and climbed onto the table on top of me. She slid the condom over my cock, and then slowly lowered herself onto me. I pulled her forward so I could kiss her and her breasts pushed into my chest, my hands cupping her ass, pulling her down harder onto me as she slowly rode me.
We moved slowly for a couple minutes – her pussy felt so amazing. It was one of the most intimate and sexy fucks of my life. She started grinding her pussy down onto me, making my cock hit her g spot, and she picked up her pace. I grabbed her hips and told her to fuck me hard, and she picked up intensity and pace, moaning, looking so sexy, and my mouth was all over her nipples, her neck, her lips.
I could tell she was getting close to summing, and I had been holding off trying not to cum. Without the condom I’d surely have lost it much sooner. She sat straight up and moved her hips in a way that I had never felt – it felt like she was bending my cock in half she fucked so hard – and suddenly, she let out a load moan, almost scream, and gushed all over my cock. I came moments later, one of the most intense orgasms of my life.
Michelle collapsed onto my chest and started crying. I held her for a couple minutes and she apologized for getting so emotional – she said she hadn’t had sex in a couple months since her last relationship ended, and she really needed that release. I told her I loved every minute and was not bothered at all by the emotion.
We rinsed off together in her shower, and then I got dressed, gave her a huge hug and kiss on the cheek, and told her I’d see her again soon.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6piq0y/sex_with_my_f_massage_therapist
That was a really good story to tell. Lucky man.
Does her being engaged affect your relationship in any way? Like is she less open to the whole happy ending scenario?
That’s good.
I mean just to be clear, this woman is absolutely not a Massage Therapist, she is a prostitute. Sounds like a bomb ass massage though for sure.
Love a good rub and tug but bareback sex is highly risky man…
How did you meet her? Sounds great…