There Is No Pampering That Can Top a Special Masseur!

My friend came over and told me about her special masseur.

She said she’d just come from having a massage from a special masseur. Her regular masseur was on vacation, so she’d seen someone else. She said they’d given her a “happy ending.” My eyes widened at her confession about this. She told me I had to go see this guy, he had “the magic touch.” I said I couldn’t possibly go and do that, but she told me I really should. Why not, I decided to book an appointment with him. The next day he had a cancellation and was able to fit me in. I made sure everything was shaved within an inch of its life. So I’d be smooth and silky for this guy with the “magic fingers.” He laid me on the table and I was naked under the towel.

Then the towel was pulled off to give him access. Then I felt his oiled fingers gliding up the insides of my inner thighs. Higher, higher, higher still, until my pussy lips lightly touched. I spread my legs a little to give him better access. The special masseur didn’t take the bait though. I was then flipped over on my back, totally nude in the very dimly lit room. The soft spa music and the dim lighting are all very conducive to this sort of sensual touch. I enjoy it quite a lot. Then he was working up my thighs and again with the pussy grazing. He seemed to like to tease my barely legal pussy, this masseur. So I just kept my eyes closed and let him do his work on me.

I felt my cunt lips open with my moistness.

His oiled fingers only added to the wetness. The special masseur spread my lips, exposing my clit. He sure knew how to touch a woman. I knew I couldn’t make moans or sex noises, so I just bit my lip and enjoyed the sensations. Little tiny circles all over my rapidly stiffening clit. I could feel waves of pleasure going up and down my spine. This masseur certainly did have some talented hands and I was enjoying them very much. My friend was right, he was fabulous. Then, I was breathing more heavily as his hands worked my cunt expertly. I didn’t open my eyes, I had no desire to make eye contact with this special masseur.

I just wanted him to keep doing what he was doing. Then, I let my mind wander as I felt his hands caressing me between the legs. Thinking back to various boyfriends I’d had over the years that were also good with their hands. I enjoy masturbating a lot, so a guy who knows how to pleasure me with his fingers is worth something. I found myself wondering if he was going to be kept on here. Or if it was only while the other was away on vacation. I’d like to see this guy again, I knew that much. I could feel his fingers dipping into my wetness and spreading it around my clit. He held my pussy lips open with his other hand.

The special masseur was getting right in there and doing it well.

I wondered how many other women he’d gotten off over the last number of years. Lots I’d bet. I bet he loved getting women off, knowing he was pleasing them. Pleasure some would sorely be needing. He increased his pressure on my clit and I knew an orgasm was fast approaching. I was normally loud when I came, but had to keep quiet so as not to alert anyone. Then, I could feel those tingles starting to rise up within me and I exploded. I bit my lip so hard it could have bled. It felt wonderful. He didn’t stop immediately afterward, either.

He slowed his motions down, just lightly rubbing me and caressing me as I came down from my orgasm. I loved it. Needless to say, he got a hefty tip. I think he might have been making as much in tips as he was getting paid. He was going to be more popular among the ladies here than a financial sugar daddy, that’s for sure. What a talented special masseur.

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