That masseuse [F] I [M] have been coaxing came by Sunday

One part of my lifestyle that I love is the massage with happy ending situation. For a very long time I have been into massages, even to the point of going to college, two different ones in fact and actually working part time as a masseur myself. A few times I had as many as 3 clients a week, and ended up in quite a few sexy situations.

All of the latter is a bunch of other stories, this one is about last Sunday. I found this local lady working free lance online, managed to get an appointment for here at home. Craigslist used to be a good source, but with that gone now, it’s more difficult. This one, believe it or not, I found on Facebook. First find one local, send a friend request, move to messenger. Not easy, but the ad sites are full of hookers.

Now my wife knows all about this fetish of mine, she gets a kick out of it and often we both get rubdowns. My wife is a Doctor, and she has a totally different outlook on life, sexuality, than any female I have ever known in my entire life. No jealousy at all, she will often elbow me and point out some nice looking lady we might see out in public to make sure I don’t miss out. Or she will want me to describe how my own recent massage went while working to get me going herself.

The truth is, my wife is naughty, just like me, which is great, no sneaking around, no cheating, to her, it’s all just a part of life. Adding in that she also has a mild bisexual tendency seems to help with that. At the moment, the wife is in Boston and I am on the Oregon coast, so when we talked on the phone I told her that I had the rubdown scheduled and she just told me, “Great! Have fun!”

This new lady was either being careful or she was a legitimate therapist, I simply did not know for sure. She had, up until Sunday, worked on me 3 times, all 3 very nice but ordinary massages. She is slender, in her late 40’s, with a bubbly personality and we talk about everything. I like her work, compliment her which she reacts nicely to, and I also tip her the usual 20%. But, no sexy touching at all.

Two weeks ago, I got one of those obvious large bumps in the sheet, I apologized and she said no problem and kept on working. Her touch seemed to become softer, since she was working on the front of my legs at the time. I mentioned the wife was gone, told her about all that was going on. She mentioned that I would probably be glad when my wife got home, and let out a soft titter but that was all. I told her it was difficult to go from being used to 2-3 times a week to nothing. “Really? That frequent?” She said, I just nodded. “Maybe you need to get a girlfriend part time.” We both laughed at that.

Of course there are two ways to accomplish getting a hand job. One way is to just start stacking up $20 bills until they go for it, which works of course but is seriously unfulfilling. The other way is when they like you, and find themselves.. WANTING to. Guys that get pushy, or do the usual silly hints, or expose themselves or get grabby typically get nowhere, or at best find themselves doing the stack $20 bills until it works scenarios.

Then understand that most women love to touch and stroke dicks, they love to look at them, make them hard, sure, they might pretend not to but they do. Most of them like sex as much as we men do, they just don’t want the whole world to know. So, develop trust, make friends, be that one in about 20 “special” guy?

Any of you guys that don’t know what that means, well. You just don’t, sorry.

This time, while lying on my stomach, her hands went a bit higher than she had so far, and brushed my balls. She actually apologized. I told her no problem, her hands felt great, and a few strokes later she brushed me again. Nothing was said at all, then she slid her fingers up my thigh as far as they would go, actually pressing my stuff aside. “Is this OK?” She asked. “Fine, your hands feel wonderful.” I told her. She kept on, the towel was pushed higher and higher, on the downstroke she pulled my penis down, so it was obviously in clear view. Then when she slid her hands back up, she trapped it against my inner thigh.

“OK. Time to turn over.” She told me, her voice had gone husky. I rolled over, keeping the drape over myself. She worked my chest and abdomen, as her hands circled, she was lightly bumping the end of what now was a full erection. She hesitated, smiled at me. “Do you need me to…?” Her voice trailed off.

And that was it, she reached under the towel at first, then slid the towel down, and began what was a glorious hand job. It only took a few minutes, her expression was wonderful. I blasted off solidly, spattering all over my own chest. She reached for the towel and wiped me down, then.. “Oh my, you are still hard!” so she did it again. She managed to cause another much weaker climax.

So OK, just another massage with a happy ending, like always it takes them a bit to get to know you and be comfortable. I told her I would like to see her again in a couple of weeks, made an appointment.

She hugged me, also the first time she did that. This one, I really do like.

Next I want to see if I can get her to do it topless, If I was a betting man….

*LOL**.

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