Massage

After I broke up with my last serious boyfriend and got into law school an old friend from high school took me to a little beach town in east Florida to celebrate. We stayed at a hotel right on the beach and spent the week hanging out on the beach baking in the sun and our nights drinking margaritas and Mai tais in the hotel bar.

Unfortunately, we were sharing a room and a bed to keep our expenses down and this friend wasn’t that kinky, so my masturbation opportunities were limited. I missed my ex and I missed the amazing sex even more, so I was pretty horny by the end of the trip (though I did manage one quick shuddering orgasm in the bathroom sitting on the edge of the tub while my friend was watching TV in bed).

The night before we flew back home, my friend suggested I try the masseuse downstairs, saying it was like an amazing experience. I was like, “Sure.” The masseuse was a pretty blonde lady in a dark red kimono. After I paid her, she suggested I strip down to my panties and lay face down on the massage table, so I did. She started giving me a slow gentle massage that in my horny state felt more than a little erotic. Her hands glided slowly up and down, my legs parting to accommodate her fingers, then all of a sudden they were kneading my ass in slow firm circles and grinding my damp pussy into the padded table.

In a horny daze I started unconsciously humping the table as she massaged my ass. She let me get really close to cumming right in my panties, then gently suggested I turn over so she could massage my front. I complied, keeping my legs closed to conceal the huge wet spot I could feel building in my seafoam green panties. She started massaging the slopes of my breasts, teasingly circling my erect nipples, then all of a sudden her thumb and index finger were lightly pinching and teasing my left nipple, sending a jolt of fire through my whole body. I couldn’t hold back any longer, so I slipped my hand down into my panties to rub my clit.

She shook her head, said, “Be patient,” and took my hand out of my panties. Then she reached down, pulled the crotch of my panties to one side and started doing it herself. She softly but firmly teased my hard little clit with one finger, circling the base, then lightly caressing just the tip. After a couple minutes of this, my hips bucked and I moaned really loud as I came so hard I almost fell off the table. After my body finished spasming, she withdrew her soaking wet fingers and gently pushed my now drenched panties back into place.

After a shower and a change of underwear, she politely but firmly refused my offer of a tip and I went back to my room. When I got back, my friend shyly mentioned that she could tell I’d been feeling kinda horny since Brian and I broke up and asked if a nice relaxing massage made me feel better. I smiled radiantly at her and said, “Absolutely.”