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After a Massage

Posted by: Age: 52 Posted on: 5 comments
13 likes 2004 views Category: Masturbation Female-Male Tags: Massage, Semi-public, Oil, Water jets, massage

I love massages and enjoy highly skilled, certified therapists, but I still get aroused.


Not so long ago, I was went to a new massage therapist who came highly recommended. Meeting her for the first time, I shook her hand and was escorted into the room. Candles were lit, the room had a very homey feel, and it was very appealing. She asked me some questions about my health, about where I needed to have the massage focus, and told me that I could undress to my comfort level. I asked if the need for my lower back, hip and leg soreness, and sciatica would be easier to work on if I took off my underwear. She said yes, that I need not be worried as she would drape me, and said whatever I was comfortable with was fine. She said to get under the big towel when I was ready. I found it erotic already, anticipating touch and good feelings, so my penis was swelling up before I even took my clothes off. I had on a dress shirt with a tie and all, so I guess I was slow. Right after I got my shorts off, with a nice partial erection swinging around, I heard one knock and she asked if I was ready but barged straight in. I was like a deer in the headlights, buck naked and she stared. Then apologized and retreated. I figured, no harm, no foul. I crawled under the towel face down, and covered myself from waist to knee. The massage was great. She did keep my private areas well covered while I was laying face down. To rub from lower back through the thigh, she arranged the towel to cover my crack and between my legs very carefully.  Nevertheless, even her very professional, medicinal touch was further arousing me because my butt and thighs are sensitive erogenous places. Plus, having my penis push against the soft sheet and table as she rubbed me felt good. When she asked me to turn over, she held the draping towel modestly up in front of her so she could not see. When she lay it down again, my bones was very obvious even with the thick, fluffy terrycloth. And, she almost placed it too low such that the head was nearly out from under. She began with my neck, another erogenous zone, standing at the end of the table above my head. She also gently massaged my scalp and face. I got harder and my shaft rose off my belly. I felt her stop and lean over me and take hold of the towel to pull it up several inches. I could tell I must have become visible. To work my legs, she pulled the towel up to my chest and left the private areas covered but she'd underestimated and after I assume she saw my balls she pulled it back, but then changed her mind and she wadded the towel into a strip between my leg. Long connecting strokes from my shoulder to ankle finished off a great massage. “That's the full massage,” she said. “We ran over time a bit but don't worry about it unless you need to be somewhere next. Otherwise, take your time and let everything relax fully. I'll be outside and you can just relax as long as it takes.”  I thanked her and told her the massage was great and very relaxing. “I'm glad you enjoyed but I know some things get more tension temporarily during massages, so just take your time to help them relax. OK?” I wasn't sure how to take things exactly. Did she mean my erection? Even if she did, was it a suggestion to lay there until it went away? I slid the towel off and let it bob around. After this long massage, I felt like I'd been edging for an hour. I was leaking precum and was very hard. I rubbed it a little and that felt so good. I started to worry maybe I was taking too long. Maybe she'd walk in. I covered up again but then thought how sexy it could be to show off if she did walk in. I got up and looked for the massage oil. She had several and I picked one, got some in my palm and started stroking slowly. I then realized if I did cum, it had to go somewhere so I found tissues and got several. I leaned my butt against the massage table and masturbated good and hard. Soon I had squirted my semen into the tissues, soaking them. Then I realized the oil was not one she had used on me and it smelled way different; it had perfumed the room. And, I couldn't find a trash can for the tissues. Oh great, I thought to myself. I set the wet sticky wad on the towel on the table and dressed fast. I picked the tissues up to hopefully dispose of them without her finding them. No way i was going to put tgem in my pocket though. Sheepishly, I opened the door to find her seated right by it on a stool, holding a water bottle. I thanked her again and turned down the water she offered me as she stepped into the room with me. She sniffed the air. “Oh so you tried the aromatherapy scented oil. Awesome. Do you like the feel?” I said it was really nice and quickly asked for the trash can. She noticed the wad of wet tissues in my hand and told me she must have forgotten to bring it back when she was cleaning before my appointment. “Just let me take that and I'll get rid of it,” she offered. I resisted, she sweetly insisted. “Don't worry honey,” she said, “There's nothing I haven't touched in this job already. Human bodies are my business and nothing’s shocking or disgusting.” I handed them to her and she gripped them in her palm. “Let me walk you out, honey, now that you're all relaxed and good to go without that build up of tension.”

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