Holiday Sex Chronicles - The Massage Therapist

I had an interesting experience one summer about two years ago. I was in my mid-20s and had been dating this guy Mark* for three months. He was really into me, but I was more or less just along for the ride. He was funny, sexually adventurous, and we got along well, but he was way too clingy, and I enjoyed my freedom.

Anyway, the summer was in full swing, and he convinced me to join a co-ed kickball team with a group of his friends. I have never been into sports since I am a huge, uncoordinated klutz, but he was excited about it, and it was one of those leagues where it wasn’t particularly competitive, just a chance to get together and drink (which I am into) while running around playing a kid’s game. Midway through the season, true to form, I drunkenly tripped over a base while running full speed and twisted my back. My doctor told me it wasn’t a serious injury, but he recommended I rest as I might be sore for a week or so. Needless to say, that was the end of my kickball career.

Mark felt guilty for pushing me to play, so he bought me a package of five hour-long massages at a local spa. He also bought me a pair of vibrating panties. He could control their vibration from wherever he was using a phone app! I had never heard of anything like it and I agreed to use it with him out of curiosity. We tested it out one night at his house and they fit and felt great, so I wore them the next day—a Saturday. What Mark didn’t know was that it was the day I had scheduled my 1^st massage.

I showed up to the spa at 10:45 am for my 11am appointment. After filling out paperwork, they gave me the option of having a male or female massage therapist. I was feeling a little frisky from having four vodka mimosas with breakfast (hey, I like to drink) and having on my “special” undies, so I chose the man. About 20 minutes later I was lying face down on the bed, wearing nothing but a towel and my panties. The first jolt from Mark came at 11:15am, and I was startled but excited at the same time. I was giggling to myself about the sensation just as my therapist walked in. I tilted my head to see him. He was hot: tall, athletic build, with green eyes. We exchanged pleasantries and he went right to work. There was no talking, but he definitely knew what he was doing. A few more jolts from Mark…I held my breath so I wouldn’t gasp. I was paranoid that the vibration was too loud, especially against the bed, but the combined pleasure from the panties and massage melted my concern.

About 30 minutes into my massage, and several of Mark’s buzzes later, I was fully aroused, like extremely turned on. I turned my face to the right and felt the warmth of my therapist’s breath and body as he tamed my muscles into submission. I noticed a slight bulge in his pants. Was he enjoying this too? Right then he spoke his first words of the session. “Where is your phone? I keep hearing something vibrate, wasn’t sure if you heard it too.” I bet I turned bright red with embarrassment. I just laughed and told him I left my phone in the locker with my things. He hiked up my towel as he worked up my calves to my thighs. More shots from Mark, my pussy was throbbing now, I had to be dripping wet. I know my therapist had to have felt the vibration through my body. At this point I not wanted, but needed something in my pussy, I had had enough of the vibrating. As he made another pass over my thighs, I reached around and grabbed his arm. I sat up and twisted myself around exposing my naked boobs. I rolled over on my back and pressed his palm against my soaking pussy as Mark sent more rumbles, completely oblivious to my current situation.

My therapist had the most pained look on his face as he was undoubtedly considering the risks of overstepping his professional bounds in that moment. Meanwhile, his cock told a very different story, as his earlier bulge had grown to be standing at full attention. I looked deep into his eyes and put my index finger over my lips as if to say, “nobody has to know.” His expression eased as he pulled my panties off and lifted me off the bed. He whispered to me that we couldn’t use the bed because it would be too loud. I pulled his pants down as he lifted off his shirt.  He pulled me to the corner of the room and sat down with his thick dick pointed almost straight to the ceiling. I turned my back to him and sat down on top. I was so wet my pussy swallowed him whole. I had to put my hand over my mouth to cover my scream of pleasure. I rode him as he thrust into me from beneath. I had never been so wet, and I orgasmed after about 10 seconds. One orgasm became three as he kept thrusting, they were coming back to back in a rapid fire wave. He slid me off of his dick, turned me face to face, and picked my whole body up. He lowered me onto his cock and thrust into me for more. I became even more turned on watching him sweat as he pounded my pussy standing up. More orgasms came as he thrusted. I know there had to be a puddle forming underneath us as my juices squirted out of me. I whispered to him that I didn’t know if I could take anymore. I lost count of the orgasms as I reached a point of euphoria somewhere between consciousness and sleep. I could tell from his face he wanted to come. I told him it was okay and that I was on birth control. I barely got the words out before I felt his warm liquid inside of me. He squeezed me tight as he got the release he was after. He laid me back down on the bed. I was a mess, he was a mess. And Mark? Who cares?

*Names concealed for privacy

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