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It Was The Best Gift Ever

Recently my boyfriend gave me a gift certificate to a spa. He knows I love to be pampered, so it was a thoughtful gift. AI booked an appointment for a full day at the spa and was asked if I cared if it was a male or female masseur. I didn’t care. I said I thought a man’s hands would be stronger, so book a male one. And I arrived at the spa and changed into the provided robe and laid on the massage table waiting for them to come in. It was a lovely atmosphere. Candles burning, light new age spa music, dim lighting. It was extremely relaxing. They helped me out of the robe and draped a sheet over me, exposing one body part at a time as they worked on it.

My feet and legs, arms, neck and back. Oh, it was heaven. They turned me over and worked on my inner thighs, and I felt one oiled hand slip a bit too close to my pussy. It was dim. I assumed it was an accidental slip. Then it happened again. Yet I didn’t mind it. As I realized it had been on purpose, I parted my legs a bit more to give them better access. The fingers again touched my now moistening parts and delved deeper. My breathing deepened as their fingers began their most intimate exploration. I certainly never came here expecting any happy ending massage. Yet it was seeming more and more like it was turning into one. It literally felt like a girlfriend experience.

I Felt Very Relaxed

I again spread my legs even further, and they took this as a sign to continue their work. They applied more oil to their hands and rubbed them together. Though it wasn’t necessary, as I was already dripping with my own wetness. I closed my eyes and relaxed, arching my back slightly and licking my lips. I felt two fingers slowly enter me and their thumb caress my clit in little circles. It felt heavenly. I just let them do their work.

They were obviously well practiced at it. They got a real rhythm going in their stroking my pussy. I knew for them it wasn’t sexual; it was just part of their massage work. For me, it honestly didn’t seem that sexual either. It was more just a feeling good part of the massage, just on a deeper level than I’d had before.

In and out, slow and teasing, their fingers went. Not a word was spoken between us. They could tell from my breathing how aroused I was and how far along towards orgasm I was. And They knew done this countless times before. They knew just went to quicken their pace and went to ease off. Building me ever greater in my arousal, knowing that orgasm was imminent. I briefly thought of my boyfriend.

Wondering what he’d think if he knew the gift certificate he’d paid for was resulting in this. Another man fingering his girlfriend. I hadn’t time to worry myself about that now. I just wanted to enjoy what was happening to me. This was all about me. I didn’t need to worry about reciprocating any pleasure to anyone. This was divine. To just concentrate on my pleasure and not have to so much as say a word. I was in capable hands and enjoying every second of my massage.

It Was A Massage To Remember

Their other hand went to my nipple. They began to roll it ever so gently between their thumb and forefinger, teasing me. In time with the motions on my clit. I was practically shaking there on the massage table, feeling this tremendous orgasm about to come crashing down around me. And I knew I had to be quiet so as not to alert other customers in the spa. I breathed more quickly now. Their pace quickened until I curled my toes and stiffened my legs and came in one huge, glorious climax.

I bit my lip to avoid making noise. They continued to rub me ever so much more slowly until I finished, rather than stop abruptly. Then they turned and walked out of the room as though nothing had happened. I went into the small bathroom adjoining the room and showered, thinking of all that had happened before I left. It had been a most satisfying afternoon at the spa.
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