The Massage

The masseuse was very respectful, which for me is huge. I find it unseemly to be crass when you hardly know a person even if you both know what you're there for. He explained he was a professional LMT and had been doing this for more than 15 years which put me at ease.But I think the thing that was at least a 1/3 of it for me was that he insisted that I not lift a finger to help him in any way as this session was purely for MY enjoyment.

He said I could ask for whatever I wanted, that it was ok to giggle, moan, gasp, scream, etc… that there was no judgement. But the one that does it for me (because I am a BIG Type A personality) is that I let him give me pleasure without my reciprocation. That my job was to just lay-down, relax, remain open, and enjoy … that he would take care of everything.In all of my fantasies this is a major theme. Being overtaken and taken care of. Not in a brutal way (though there is a place for that … hee hee) but in a "just leg go and trust someone else with your body and your pleasure" kind of way. Also, because I have no attachment to this person, I don't care what my body looks like, if my hair is greasy, what I look like without make-up and if I'm reacting enough to show him he's doing a good job … none of that … for me, that was freeing. As a woman, knowing I wouldn't be judged on ANYTHING was the most liberating part of the whole experience.

As, I began to take off my robe, he stopped me. He had me stand in front of him. He took my glasses off and put them on the coffee table. He then took my hair down from my ponytail and he untied my robe and slipped it off my shoulders. I was wearing a black silk and lace slip underneath. He slowly lifted the slip up and off my body and quietly asked me to get on the table. HOT! The first step to feeling pampered and sexy was a success. Never, with any one that I have been with, have I felt so pampered and focused on. No man had ever thought that these small gestures might make a difference in the sexual experience … a delicate nuance that sets the tone and the intention. This night was all about me and it felt strange but wonderful.

After he helped me onto the table, he put a sheet over me, sat behind my head and began to give me a great firm back and head massage … slowly moving down my body, just like a regular massage … but OH! He's massaging my arse! Oh! he's getting in the crack and is so close to my now VERY wet pussy. Now, one of the things that makes an orgasm so great (in my opinion at least) is the tease. The drawn-out taunting of what's to come. He massaged my body, yes … but after a while he made his way to my thighs. While working them he would brush his fingers past my slit. Since I was primed and expecting something (though, I wasn't sure what) just the graze made my body twitch. He would do this off and on and each time get a little deeper in to the folds of my pussy … sometimes even tapping his finger on the edge of the mound just above the clit … but not touching the clit at all. This was making my body even more curious and expectant and therefore all my attention was on my vagina.

The sensuality of this complete stranger massaging my body COMPLETELY was like going skinny-dipping for the first time … freeing.

When I flipped over he began slowly massaging my head, neck, shoulders and then my breasts. Playing with my nipples, running his hand over my stomach. This is all part of the build up. This made me want to touch my nipples myself, so I did, while he massaged other parts like my feet and my legs. Again, while massaging my legs and inner thighs he grazed my slit. Now, my heart is beating fast. I find myself writhing a bit. I'm dying for him to just maul my pussy … but he's in control. I open my legs for him so he knows that I want it. This is when the good stuff begins.

He spread open my lips with the left hand while softly rotating the index finger of the right hand around my hole. With some of the fingers of the left hand he began to rub, circle and pet the area around my clit, sometimes making his hand shake, not unlike a vibrator. The right hand fingers continue circling and rubbing my hole and now the opening to my ass, gently probing inside a bit in both spaces. During all this, his fingers descend on my clit and surrounding area. He is doing this softly, but with purpose and getting a bit firmer. His right index finger makes entry into my hole and he begins to massage my g-spot.

With both areas being given the utmost attention and with the pressure and expectation building – my hips are grinding in the air. I am moaning, tweaking my nipples, massaging my tits, arching my back. My body begging for an orgasm … but … he still continues … at his own pace, only slightly getting more fervent.

I can't explain exactly how he touched my clit and inner lips and it sounds precious and cliche … but, it felt like his fingers were playing the piano while motioning "come here". It was almost a dragged tapping but without a specific rhythm which must be on purpose so that I didn't get used to any one kind of touch and would remain "on alert".

Then he did something no one has done before and it felt INSANE. He took his left hand away and began quickly finger fucking me with power and precision … hitting my g-spot. But at the same time he was doing this, the palm of his hand was slapping the top of my pussy thereby hitting my already swollen and sensitive clit. The combination of the finger fucking (which I really could take or leave before this), hitting my g-spot and stimulating my clit with the "slap, slap, slap" of his palm was so intensely pleasurable I almost had a simultaneous g-spot and clitoral orgasm (which I've only had twice in my life). I came close a couple of times but my head got in the way. When it was clear this wasn't going to happen he focused entirely on my clit. Now we have fingers of both hands totally, 100% concentrated on my pussy. In no rush … confident … changing speeds, pressure, intensity, sensations. One set of fingers "playing a flute" on the area around my clit. The other set of fingers exploring my hole and the outside of my anus in the same way. When he began a certain move on my clit I responded audibly … he knew he had found the "sweet spot" and began to concentrate that move on my clit while supporting that sensation with the moves of the other fingers around my hole and my anus. My hips were canting upward, grinding to meet his fingers … asking … begging for more pressure, which he supplied. He seemed to intuit what I needed. "Faster" I whispered, and he complied. And then, an orgasm that started off so gentle, so releasing and so satisfying washed over me and I moaned loudly as my body twisted and my head bent back on the table. As I came, he lightly brushed his fingers over my slit … almost petting it to calm it down. With the other hand he stuck his fingers inside me again very gently rubbing my g-spot while using his thumb to massage the outside of my opening. As, he did this, I could feel that I could cum again and he knew it. My clit needed a couple of minutes but my pussy was ready. Again, he began to finger fuck me fast, stimulating my g-spot. My eyes were tearing up from the intensity and the desire to cum again. My body was moving against his hand as to say "FUCK ME" and then … then, he did that combination finger fuck/palm slapping the clit thing again. Not too hard on my pussy … just right. He knew that this was a clit that had already been stimulated to orgasm a minute before and it needed to be handled differently. The "slapping" was less intense but still stimulating, and although I was on the precipice of having a global orgasm, way more intense then the previous one … I couldn't do it. DAMN! He took his finger out of my hole, stopped rubbing my slit and began to massage the thighs, legs, feet …Then, he was above my head to massage my scalp, trace my face lightly, massage my neck and then my chest, again playing with my nipples. Running his fingers over my body very lightly … brushing them over my body the same way … relaxing me even more.

The feeling of having someone give ALL his attention to my pussy for 90 minutes straight was a luxury and a turn on beyond measure. Most of the men I've been with (excluding my present Lover) just start right at it … no work up … no sensuality. Maybe a little petting or rubbing during a make-out session or when you're taking your clothes off, but nothing like this. I truly believe for both men and women, that treating the access to this intimate place like (forgive me) a holy shrine is essential to a complete, sexual experience of the manipulated orgasm.

Women are so different from men, it's amazing we even want to be around each other. But, this sensual touching and the orgasms that arose from them is, in my opinion, the way our bodies should be experienced … the way we are meant to experience sensual pleasure. If you think about it, the animal kingdom has their mating rituals that they don't deviate from. Male peacocks dance and show off their feathers to woo their mate, competing with other men for her attention. Female ducks can block their vaginas from the drakes they don't like, who wish to copulate … but the one drake that woos her the right way, gets access. Interesting.

When it was over. Like a regular massage I laid there for a bit coming back to this world. He then helped me up, put my glasses on me, helped me into my robe and walked me to the couch to sit with a glass of water. Ahhhhh.

I slept like a baby.

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