My First Erotic Massage Experience

TL/DR: The first time I came during a professional massage I felt guilty, but a supportive friend helped me get over the guilt and embrace a new kink.

I’m a Full Grown, responsible American Woman, a Reddit n00b (first post!), and I swear! it’s for realz.

I was on vacation in Costa Rica. I was still mopey over my ex boyfriend, even though we’d been broken up for ages. I hoped beautiful scenery and adventure would snap me out of my funk. The hotel was super fahnsee on gorgeous grounds near the rain forest. It was a quiet, peaceful environment with hummingbirds and exotic flowers everywhere.

I relaxed in the spa whirlpool before showering and stripping down for my appointment. I debated keeping my panties on, but decided to go bare so the masseuse could easily soothe my lower back muscles.

The tech led me down a winding garden path to the massage area. There was single massage table set up in this gorgeous gazebo on the edge of the jungle. There was no one else around, the lush flora gave complete privacy. He stepped away so I could take off my robe and lie face down on the table.

He returned and pretty much started massaging my tired back and shoulders right away. He wasn’t objectively handsome, a quiet, skinny dark-skinned older gentleman. But he was proficient at his craft. My body began to relax as he worked the aching muscles in my back, neck shoulders and arms.

The birds were twittering. A gentle breeze kept me cool. It actually lightly rained at one point so it was like live meditation music. My mind quieted as I focused on the soft jungle sounds and his long, strong strokes over my body.

He was so very good at the massage, that as he started working my thighs, I realized I was soaking wet. I hadn’t been totally naked and touched in two or three years. I didn’t know how badly my body craved intimate touch, caressing. The heat of desire was building up between my legs. I felt my skin flushing, juices gushing from my puss. My clit was throbbing to my heartbeat.

I was soooooo embarrassed. I felt like my body’s reaction was mad inappropriate. There was a little obligatory towel covering my asscrack and pussy, but I had a brief, urgent, humiliating thought, “Oh gawd, this poor guy is being subjected to staring at my wet mess pussy, and if he can’t SEE it, he can definitely SMELL me bc I’m dripping like CRAZY. I have to HAVE TO push this feeling down.”

But the environment had lulled my superego, and I couldn’t repress the physical sensations. I felt so present in my body, and this electric current of long-absent arousal was sweeping away my reason and self-consciousness.

He started massaging my upper thighs and ass, and I instinctively pressed my hips against the table, stimulating my mound. He continued using deep long strokes over my ass and upper thighs, never touching my pussy, coming close, but not even brushing my swollen pussy lips. He firmly pressed his fingers where my thighs meet my ass. I arched my back slightly, took a sharp breath and…“oh shit I think I’m gonna cum”

I tried to fight it, but in one sudden bursting moment my body felt soooo good and the next thing I knew…my orgasm spilled over. I came super hard right there, panting and quivering, under his touch. I pressed my lips together to stay quiet, but a soft moan escaped my efforts anyway.

He went on with the massage like nothing happened. I didn’t say anything out of pure horrified embarrassment. Afterwards, I averted my gaze and I whispered a quick thanks. I left him a stupid-sized guilt tip. Then I actually went back to my room and cried bc I felt so pathetic. I lost control, let myself get reduced to my primal desires, how wrong!

When I got home I talked to my best guy friend about it, that I felt super guilty and wasn’t gonna say shit about this to my girlfriends. This buddy and I are always talking about sexual experiences, comparing notes and giving perspective.

I shared that I was ashamed of my body’s reaction. I thought I needed more self-control and that the tech must have been disgusted with me. My friend explained arousal is a natural response to touch and is an extremely common reaction amongst both sexes. He described how guys usually get hard during massages bc it’s relaxing and physical. He said it was normal to get turned on being touched by a stranger in a professional setting. He shared how a few times he’s gotten happy endings after a massage, and that it was just something that happened sometimes to people. He said, “That massage tech is not disgusted but PROUD that he made a girl cum without even touching her pussy.”

And those words resonate with me to this day. I stopped feeling guilty. I saw the happy ending as a special time that I can just indulge in pleasure just for ME. As someone who is nurturing, giving and mostly submissive in bed, it is a great thrill to lie back, be utterly pleasured and pampered, and feel zero obligation to reciprocate bc of the transactional nature of the engagement. I embraced it.

I’ve had multiple massage experiences since then. At first, they “just happened” (although I think waxing my pussy and exhibiting body cues contributed). Now I’m actually vocal, inviting a more intimate touch if there’s a vibe. Being vocal is better bc there’s overt consent and discretion in what’s already a risky professional situation. My girlfriends now tease and high-five me for getting massage fingerbangs on the regs, they wanna know my secret lol.

I share this TRUE story so that if there are others (women especially) who struggle with guilt and shame over arousal at massages, please know that IT’S OKAY. We can’t choose what turns us on. Consent, consent, consent yeah – but don’t feel shamed for getting turned on or cumming during a massage. It’s a natural normal physical response and I’ve had some good experiences by embracing this kink.

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