The First Time I Let Go...

I masturbate. I enjoy masturbation for what it is. I stroke and edge my dick so good that it takes the place of intercourse when it comes to getting to that "hypnotic state" of mind where I really get freaky and stroke rhythmically for hours. On this occasion I remembered that I scheduled for that day, a full body afternoon massage session. This massage facility was very professional and had a reputation for being so. All went well. The young lady, possibly mid twenties, was wearing a summer dress. Painted toe nails. (red to be exact.) Her summer dress was blue in color with spaghetti straps. She had softball sized breasts and they were firm enough that she did not have a bra on. From time to time, as she ventured away from the table to refill here oil pot, I could make out her sexy panty lines showing through her dress ever so lightly. Upon turning over onto my back, she noticed my modest 9 inch erection slowly growing. I did not pay it any attention. She stated: I have lube if you'd like to take care of that. I responded: That would be nice. Thanks. She proceeded to walk over and retrieve the lube. She returned and placed the bottle in my hand and said she'd leave the room for a few minutes and that the timer was still set for sixty minutes. I replied ok. Let's go ahead and add another sixty minutes to my time. She smiled and said ok. She proceeded to leave the room. As she approached the door, she turned really quickly and I noticed her sheer panties as her dress drifted slightly up enough for a quick peek. She whispered very faintly: Enjoy. She left and I lubed up. I began to stroke really slow...my intentions here, was not to relieve myself. My intentions were for here to walk back into the room and find me in that "hypnotic state" of mind where I was stroking and not aware of here even being there. With a timer clearly visible, I stroked and edged my dick for a good 10 minutes non-stop. Slow...steady strokes with a firm grip. Note: I'd already been stroking and edging my dick on and off all that day. I paid close attention to the head of my dick and made sure you could hear that "oiled up, stroking sloshy sound clearly it echoed slightly and that really turned me on. She knocked and opened the door. I could tell she slowly closed the door as if to not disturb me. I could tell she was gazing at me because I did not hear her walking. I did hear her rustling with her dress. I could tell she was doing something. She was breathing a bit louder...I opened my eyes long enough to see her raise her dress up and start fingering her pussy through her sheer panty. She leaned back onto the door and held her dress up with her right and slid her panties over with her left hand. She stroked her pussy in sync with my strokes. After about 5 minutes or so, I shot a thick rope like stream of cum. Not once but 7 thick ropes of pearly white cum splashed onto my belly, chin and left side of my chest. I hadn't came in over two weeks. Just stroked and edged on and off with no release. I laid there for a moment or two. She gave me a wet warm clothe. I cleaned myself up and she proceeded on with the massage. I never did that again, although to this day...she still works at the same facility. I see her all the time in the exercise facility that is adjacent to the physical therapy & massage facility. We've never spoke on the matter or dated. I am a black male, well toned and in shape and former special forces (retired) and she is a white female. Beautiful brunette, slim with baseball sized breasts and an ass that, well is shaped like an apple. She's married and has kids now and we respect each other very much.