This is my first time writing something like this, sorry if I’m giving too much detail. Names have been changed.
Some background: Being a software developer for a larger tech company I was always under a deadline for finishing a feature enhancement, scope and write an entire project plan documenting every aspect of what my team needs to complete the stakeholders requirements. This particular project had me working long hours for a good period of time, much longer than a simple bug fix or small enhancement. Being a very motivated guy with a passion for my work, I take pride in my deliverables. As the project progressed closer to the deadline, I started neglecting my needs and being less social with friends. My parents at the time knew how hard I’ve been working, wanting to climb the ladder and hit that promotion I’ve been driving towards for over a year. When the project was completed, they told me to take some time to myself because I’ve earned it, and they gifted me with a 90 minute full body massage at a luxury spa in our area. I booked an appointment for the next day.
I arrived at the spa, ready for some relaxation. The receptionist checked me in and handed me a clipboard with some questions about how I’d been feeling, and what areas I’d like the masseuse to focus on if any, then escorted me to the waiting room. After waiting for a couple minutes the masseuse came out and called my name, “Jon?”. I looked up and saw a beautiful woman, her round face, cute nose, inviting smile, and green/hazel eyes connected with mine as I stood up and started walking her way. We shook hands and she introduced herself, “Hi I’m Katie, nice to meet you Jon”.
She led the way to her massage room, making small talk as we walked down the hall turning a couple corners. I was trying not to stare at her body but couldn’t help myself. Her uniform hugging her wide hips, leading down to her thick thighs, her breasts full and perfectly round, and her stomach was not flat but noticeable. I prefer chubbier women, there’s just something so sexy about a fuller body.
We entered the room, with the table in the middle and sat down at the small table against the wall to discuss what I had written and circled on the form. “I have some tension in my lower back from sitting a lot recently from work”, I said. “Great”, she replied, “We can definitely work on that. Was there anything else?”. “Really just decompression and stress relief from a hard couple months at work”, I answered. “That’s something we all need,” she said. She explained how the Swedish massage would alleviate stress by working my muscles, essentially a deep tissue massage, laid a towel over the table, and another one folder for me to cover myself. She said “I’ll let you undress to your comfort level, I’ll be back in a few minutes and knock on the door”.
She knocked on the door, I said I was ready, she entered saying, “Great, let’s get started”. Hearing her pump click down a few times on her hip, spreading oil in her hands then working them into my upper shoulders and neck, I could immediately feel my tension start to fade away. Her hands, soft but strong, felt amazing on my skin. Not having been touched sexually, or rarely any other way in a long time felt so nice. Melting into the table, her hands moved across my body down to my lower back, I could feel her breast grazing my skin through her uniform as her stood above near my head and pushed down my back. My heart started to race. I started thinking about how much I’ve been putting off taking care of myself, not abstaining from masturbating on purpose, just not having the time for it.
I could feel blood starting to rush to penis, swelling up between my legs but not able to truly get hard under my body. It was straining to grow more, begging to be released and grow freely. Her hands lifting off of my lower back, “I’m going to reposition the towel to expose one glute at a time”, she notified me. She was very professional, asking me to lift my leg slightly to slide the towel underneath to expose my right cheek. The act of repositioning the towel and lifting my leg slightly gave my throbbing penis enough room to reposition itself and continue to grow, now pointing towards my hip.
Her hands working into my ass felt like heaven. I didn’t realize how much I missed being touched. More pumps from her bottle of oil, her hands moving down my leg, my calf, to my right foot. My penis still throbbing, she asked if the pressure was alright, “mmm” I replied softly. I could tell for sure I was leaking pre-cum, a slow bead of fluid traveling up my stiff shaft every couple of minutes.
She said to me, “Jon, I’m going to reposition the towel again”, repeating the leg lift to expose my other cheek, my penis moved again, my tip now in the puddle of pre-cum, that sensitive spot right under my head lubricated by my own doing. More started to flow up my shaft. My mind was racing with thoughts of, what’s going to happen when I turn over? Will she notice how hard I am? Honestly, I was hoping she would. Her hands finished my other leg and asked me to turn over.
She lifted the towel, looked at the door, still being a professional not to sneak a glance. I laid down and my erection was clearer than ever. Again, starting above my head, she worked her hands into my chest, her lubricated fingers over my nipples, my penis twitched. I let out a soft moan involuntarily. Still leaking, I could feel every drop of pre-cum landing on skin close to my belly button and slowly travel its way down off my body onto the towel underneath me.
She asked again, “How’s the pressure?”. I replied with another soft moan. Another twitch. Another drop leaking out of my throbbing penis. It was undeniable I was enjoying myself and Katie knew it. There was no way she didn’t see me move the towel up and down. Working one arm at a time be before moving to my upper thighs
Thoughts racing through my mind, imagining her taking off the towel, giving my balls a tug to stand, what feels like the hardest erection I’ve had, up straight and gliding her hand down my shaft. She would need no more oil as I’m already wet from leaking for the 60 minutes. Stroking me slowly at first then quicker and tighter.
Her hands are still working my thighs, hoping for any kind of accidental graze against my cock under the towel.
Another soft moan escapes me.
Picturing her stroking me with one hand and playing with perineum under my balls sends me right to the edge. My breath quickens. My face flushes. Its unavoidable at this point. Stroking me faster and faster, more pressure under my balls. I exploded.
After catching my breath I open my eyes and look up. Katie had stopped massaging me, she had a small towel in her hand and a smile on her face. “I’m really sorry”, I said, embarrassed by my bodies need to let loose. “No worries”, she replied, handing me the towel to clean myself up.
She finished the massage, gave me some privacy to get dressed and had a small glass of water for me to drink when she came back. “Here’s some water Jon, please drink and more throughout the rest of the day”. She touched my arm and said “Please don’t hesitate to book your next appointment with me” giving me a subtle smile.
Typing this out was a lot of fun reliving the experience. I haven’t been back yet and couldn’t tell if she really enjoyed my reaction to her hands or was just being polite. Either way it was one of the best orgasms of my life and my first hands free.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/z18f72/mf_a_massage_ending_handsfree
Bravo! Great first post.