I [F] got an erotic massage from my longtime masseuse [F]

This is my first story here, might ramble a bit but thought it was too good not to share…

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This just happened a few days ago.

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I’ve (F 42) been seeing my massage therapist (F 28ish?) for almost 3 years. The first time I met her, I was immediately attracted to her…not really in a sexual, lustful way, but more of a “wow, what a cool, confident, interesting girl. She’s a little alternative, hippieish, changes up her hair color often, but always really put together – I was immediately envious and smitten by her whole vibe. Our fist 3 sessions were at a larger chain massage company, they were all pretty standard clinical massages, she was was cool to talk to, did a great job on my legs and I felt comfortable with her – so when she told me she was leaving to start her own studio I didn’t hesitate to follow her.

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The first thing that jumped out to me when I started going to her new office was what she would wear for the sessions. From the conservative uniform to a tank top with no bra and yoga shorts…I immediately went from, “She’s a super cool chick who does a great job on my calves” to “holy shit, this girl is making me have feelings I’m not sure how to process.”

The fist 18 months of my bi weekly sessions were pretty much the same as when she was at the previous location…other than now she was comfortable enough with me to share a joint before my massages. We would talk about our lives, jobs, relationships, workouts and our dogs like friends.

Then about a year ago, it started happening. There was one time when her fingertips went just to the inside of the band of my panties while moving her hand across my stomach, a few grazes of the upper, upper inner thigh, and maybe a quick glance when I flipped to my back. I mentioned it to my husband and he told me “She wants fuck you. You should let her” I told him he was crazy, they were innocent touches, and while I had certianly imagined SOMETHING happening, I’m a straight 42 year old with 2 kids…I’m not getting a lesbian happy ending massage. “She’s got a boyfriend anyway, she’s not even gay…”

About 6 weeks later, I told her that I had recently started incorporating weights into my work out and was a little extra sore so to not go quite as hard on a few spots. When I flip on my back she asks “Is your chest sore? would you like a breast massage? I do them for some other ladies, and they love it!” I was a little caught off guard, did I want this girl rubbing my breasts with oil? Yes, yes I did. Did I want to say it out loud and actually go through with it? I wasn’t sure I was there just yet. “Umm,..” “Oh don’t be weird, lay down” She said, So I did.

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It was wonderful. She was so gentle but forceful. She kneaded them while running my nipples in between her fingers and lightly pinching with the base of her fingers before moving on…needless to say my nipples were rock hard. There was some serious sexual tension, I think I even let out an audible little moan. The feeling of being completely relaxed while your heart is racing because of what is happening is quite the brain chemical cocktail.

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This type of session with the breast massage repeated itself for about another 6 months. When I told my husband, he said, “see I told you, she wants to fuck you.” “you’re crazy, we’re just super comfortable with each other, its what she does for a job, plus if she was going to try – she would have done it by now- she’s just a free, open kid.” Then he asked, ” If she tried, would you let her?” “I don’t know” was the only true answer I could give him.

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When I arrived for my appointment last week, it was unusually hot in there, she said there was something malfunctioning with the heating system. As she walks around the divider to get the supples ready, I hear her say…” do you want to go nude since its so hot?” “You don’t want to go back to work with sweaty undies” I thought “holy shit, this is going to happen….what am I going to do?” My heart was racing, my stomach was in knots, all the while trying to act cool and care free, while spitting out a total word salad…”Oh, sure, good idea. Sure, I’ll just go nude, definitely don’t want sweaty panties for the afternoon” I was like a 7th grader talking to her total crush. It was so embarrassing. So I finally shut up, remove my panties and hop up on the table. I immediately knew this was going to be a little different. She focused on my back and shoulders for only about 5 minutes before moving to my legs, running her hands all the way from my ankles up my legs to my ass just barely grazing my pussy on almost every stroke.

When I flipped to my back, I did not make eye contact, I kept my eyes closed and tried to control my heartbeat, as I’m sure she could now see it almost beating out of my chest. She massaged my chest, and arms and feet…at this point the hour is almost up and I’m thinking that I either REALLY misread the situation or she is having second thoughts…then it happened…she took her right hand and went from the base of my neck all the way to the outside of my now obviously wet pussy and just held it there. It felt like minutes, I finally opened my eyes to see her looking at me – “Are you good with this?” I couldn’t even speak, I just nodded at her and closed my eyes again. Then she said…”relax, let it happen. If you want to stop just tell me.” At that moment, I wasn’t nervous, anxious, or uncomfortable anymore. I was now just crazy horny and ready to experience something new.

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She started slowly working the outside of my pussy, gently putting more and more pressure with her middle finger as she ran her hand down my pubic bone to just short of my asshole. She kept applying more and more pressure with every stroke until finally, she was inside of me. She slowly fingered my as I raised my knees and hips up to allow her a little deeper access. First one finger then two, ever so slowly getting deeper and deeper. She knew just the right time to switch focus to my clit. Again she started slowly, circling, then entering me, then back to my clit, as she increased her pace, I increased my hip movements. As I am winding up, I am now having a panic attack because I’m not sure if I’m going to be able to come. When my husband fingers me to orgasm, I have to have his hard cock in my hand. My mind is racing because I don’t want to have the poor girl to get a cramp, but I don’t think I’m going to be able to get there. Then almost uncontrollably, I shoved my hand up her t shirt, I thought maybe holding her tit in my hand would help me come. All of a sudden, I’m running my hand up her shirt like a horned up teenager in a closet.

As my hands were running up her stomach, to the base of her braless perky tit. Then something unbelievable happened. My fingertip glanced off of her nipple piercing and it was like someone hit the orgasm button. I went from about 75 to 100 in a split second. I usually come pretty hard, but this was something very unusual.

As I lay there, out of breath, enjoying the afterglow for just a moment, My cursed brain immediately starts wondering if I had made a huge mess down below, I am suddenly realizing the reality of the situation. “I just got fingered by a girl in a strip mall at 1 in the afternoon. Now what?”

I opened my eyes and she was sweetly looking at me smiling, then said “Its a really good thing you decided to leave your panties off….they would have been VERY wet.” I laughed as she gently bent down to kiss my forehead. We had a quick laugh, then she gave me a very nice low pressure head and neck massage. After I asked her to take a quick photo of me for my husband. She left the room to allow me to get dressed and compose myself. I left a large tip and gave her a big hug on the way out. Had quite the smile on my face the rest of the day, along with the dry panties.

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My next appointment is next week!!! I am so nervous! Hope you liked reading as much as I like reliving it!

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