Sensual Massage

Sofia makes an appointment with a private masseuse.

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She found the ad for the sensual massage online while searching for stress relief. It caught her attention, having a photo of a man with a rippled chest and muscular arms. He certainly looked like someone who could work out all the kinks and knots. So, after some deliberation, Sofia made the call.

As her appointment approached, she was worried about her decision, wondering what exactly she had signed up for. She hadn’t taken the time to ask over the phone exactly what the sensual massage entailed. It felt embarrassing not being familiar with the term. Attempting to search it online, she found some brow-raising and eye-widening explanations and examples.

Sofia almost cancelled the appointment. But she didn’t want to seem like she was backing out either, like this was something she could not handle. She wasn’t a prude, she told herself. Certainly, she could handle a bit of intimate touch for the sake of stress relief.

When the man from the online ad showed up at her door, carrying his massage table, Sofia was quite intimidated. He looked as good as in the photo, if not better. There was a softness in his face — something about those laugh lines at the edges of his eyes that made him look kind and considerate.

He introduced himself as Alan and asked where he could set up. As he began to arrange his supplies in the living room, he handed Sofia a thin white sheet.

“Why don’t you change into this for me? Nothing on underneath, just wrap the sheet around you like a towel,” he instructed her in his deep voice. It made goosebumps appear on her skin. She nodded, tight-lipped, and headed off into the bedroom to undress.

She felt exposed, even though the fabric covered her from the top of her breasts down to her feet. It wasn’t clothing. It didn’t hold itself on her in the way that clothing should, and even though she secured it at the top, tucking the edge in, she still held onto it with her hand to prevent it from unraveling.

Alan invited her to lie down on the massage table that he had set up, and Sofia tentatively arranged herself on it, sitting down first and swinging her legs up. Starting on her belly seemed like the safest choice, laying her face down on her folded hands. She breathed in deeply, sensing a light lavender scent in the air. Or perhaps in the sheet that she was lying on. Either way, it was quite calming and pleasant.

His warm hands came down to her shoulders first, starting out gentle before becoming stronger. He kneaded the tense parts of her shoulders and neck before moving down her back, and Sofia was able to relax under his touch. Her eyes closed as she enjoyed the firm yet painless touch. Her skin rippled under his fingers as he massaged his way down her back and she didn’t even flinch when his touch reached her ass. It felt good.

This may have been the first time that she didn’t tense up when someone touched her ass. She felt like she could melt in his hold. When his hands continued lower, to her thighs, she missed the tingly way that they had made her feel when they were kneading the globes of her ass. But her thighs turned out to enjoy being massaged as well, especially when Alan’s hands reached for the inner parts,

The soft comfort of his palms caressing her skin was hypnotic. He roamed her body, and she couldn’t pinpoint exactly when he had opened the sheet she had been covered with and introduced a warming oil. Sofia wasn’t sure where her inhibitions had slipped off to, but they certainly weren’t pestering her about the way this man’s hands inched towards the apex of her thighs.

His thumbs reached there first, brushing over her labia lightly before pushing her legs apart a touch. She went with it, her body pliable at his touch, letting him roam and reposition her in a way that gave him better access.

Most men, when touching her pussy, either went right for the clit or right for her vagina, thrusting their fingers in. But Alan had a different approach, gently massaging her vulva, slipping his fingers through the slick folds, pulling away for more attention to her thighs. It felt so much more soothing than sexual.

“How about you flip over?” he invited her. Sofia didn’t hesitate to turn onto her back, with a little help from Alan.

On her back, with her breasts resting slightly to each side, Sofia felt some of the anxiety return. She was completely on display now, every part of her exposed. And this man had probably seen much better-looking women than she was. Her body stiffened, though she didn’t try to hide herself away.

“You’re absolutely gorgeous,” he told her, sensing her insecurity.

“Thanks,” Sofia replied, unsure of what to do with her arms. She brushed a strand of hair away from her face and tried to get comfortable with her arms on either side of her body.

“Is there anywhere you’d rather I not touch?”

She thought about it for a moment, considering. The way that he had touched between her legs had been fantastic, and wasn’t that the most intimate of places? Wasn’t everything else less so?

“No. I’m open to everything,” she told him softly, biting her lip as soon as the words were out of her mouth.

Alan shifted to the head of the massage table and brought his hands down to her neck. She felt immediately at ease again in his strong grip. He worked on her neck, dragging his fingers up through her hair and down over her shoulders and arms. He added more of the warming oil, and it delivered exquisite sensations that dispersed through her body.

Sofia closed her eyes, enjoying the way her body relaxed under Alan’s spell. He approached her breasts from either side, cupping them tenderly while his thumbs rubbed. They moved towards her nipples, circling them. She began wondering whether he’d ever used his mouth as part of the massage. Feeling her nipples between his lips and circled by his tongue instead of his fingers would be sensational.

He’d given her breasts quite a bit of his attention before sliding his hands down her body and over her hips. He moved around her, rubbing her legs, kneading her calves, and even spending some time on her feet. If he’d have stopped there, she’d already have been satisfied with the whole experience. But he continued, making his way back up her legs and towards her pussy.

Sofia had no reservations at all anymore. She was ready for every bit of pleasure that he could pull from her. Pliable in his hands, she opened her legs wider at his prompting nudge. Her knees now pointing out to either side, she was wide open for him and his fingers found the best places to concentrate their attention.

She felt like he was playing with flower petals in between her legs, arranging them just so in a pleasing configuration, his fingers circled the swollen bud that others delved inside to search out her nectar. The man was all hands, so talented with them, playing her perfectly like a delicate instrument. Sofia grasped the sheet beneath her, fisting the matirial in both hands as sensations built. When sweet release finally rocked through her body, Sofia moaned softly, shuddering.

Had she ever come quite like this before? It was a strange sensation that worked to relax her and release the stress that had been knotting her muscles, keeping her strung tight. It didn’t feel sexual — Alan wasn’t interested in her, and this wasn’t a date. It felt therapeutic! An orgasm that realigned her and rejuvenated her.

“Mmmmm, thank you so much,” she said to him as she came down off the high. Her limbs felt limp, and she wasn’t sure how she would get up off the massage table.

“I’m glad you enjoyed my services,” Alan answered.

He scooped her up into his arms and transferred her over to her sofa before moving to pack up all his stuff. She watched him as he folded up the table and sheet, wondering whether he ever got turned on while giving these massages. She couldn’t tell, as he moved around, tidying up, if there were any signs of an erection in his pants and she wasn’t entirely sure which she would rather — that he had been aroused or that he treated this completely professionally, feeling nothing.

“You have my number,” Alan reminded her before he left. “Don’t hesitate to call if you need some more stress relief.” He winked before he let himself out and Sofia was left wondering if there were any other services he offered.

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