A Different Kind of Massage Pt. 01

What does a woman wear to a happy ending massage? I wondered blankly to myself as I stared into my overflowing wardrobe. It's not a situation I had been in before, massages I had done, but nothing quite so intimate. My friends had purchased me this 'hands on' experience for my birthday, exclaiming that they had all loved it and couldn't recommend it more highly. That it was a life-changing experience and after I had been once I would be completely addicted. To be honest, their excited proclamations had certainly caught my attention, but I wasn't the kind of person who would pay for sex, so I held off and made excuses. This did not stop my clever friends, who saw right through my hesitations and made sure I couldn't say no, because it was already paid for.
I was feeling antsy, frustrated, it had been so long since anyone had touched my body that the nervousness I felt over taking this leap into the unknown was greatly overshadowed by a curiosity and hunger for something exciting. So, the day had finally come for me to dig out the booking details from under a stack of papers and make the call. I managed to book in for that very same day, a fortunate thing according to the woman on the other end of the line, as they had just had a cancellation.
The process of getting ready for something like this was daunting to me. How obvious should I be in knowing that I may end up having my most private parts exposed and touched. I decided to treat it like a first date, reassuring myself that it was better to be over prepared than not prepared at all. I treated myself to a delicious shower and spent a good amount of time prepping my body to it's very best ready to present to the masseuse. Oh god, what was I doing?!
I could feel the anxiety creeping in, the hesitation, so without a second thought I threw on whatever comfy clothes I could find, grabbed my purse, and practically sprinted to the car. Taking it one step at a time. Seatbelt on. Car on. Reverse. Drive. The drive was a blur and it passed far too quickly, the whole way there I could hear my heart hammering in my chest, my teeth were pressed tightly together and my hands gripped hard on the wheel. I don't think I took a breath the whole way there.
I arrived at a house, beautiful, well kept, but nothing on the outside to show what was going on inside. That it was a place of hedonistic deviance offered to the well-paying client. I wondered whether I was in the wrong place. I had a slightly positive thought that if it was the wrong place then I would have a great excuse to back out of my plans. To go home, switch on some porn and spend the evening with my hand inside the trackpants I had decided to wear. Happy in my safe comfort. There was only one way to find out. I walked up the path to the front door and rang the bell.
The door was opened quickly, so fast I startled and became flustered. I looked in and saw two bright blue eyes looking right back at me, accompanied by a dazzling smile.
"You must be Alice. Welcome! I'm so pleased we could fit you in today," she exclaimed cheerfully. In my flustered state I couldn't seem to form words, I could only stare. She was dressed in a light summer dress that seemed to flow and move across her soft curves in a hypnotic, alluring way. It would also seem that she wasn't wearing a bra judging by the way her nipples pressed proudly against the thin fabric. I blinked. She was still watching me expectantly, a curious expression on her face.
"Uh, yes, that's me, I booked for 2 o'clock."
Her face lit up, "Perfect, come on in," she said, as she gestured for me to enter into the hallway. I stepped inside and she closed the door behind us.
"Follow me," she said and led the way towards an open doorway slightly up the hall. I stared at her back as she walked, my eyes tracking down to the bouncy curves of her backside, the swishing of her skirt flowing from side to side, I wondered if she was wearing underwear. The way her butt did that little jiggle as she walked made me think not. She turned to check my location and though I moved my intoxicated eyes away as fast as the speed of light, I thought the smile she gave me next was a knowing one indeed. It seemed like her eyes carried a stronger hint of hunger to them. Like a predator that just saw it's prey. But as soon as I thought I saw it, the look was gone, replaced with her cheerful exterior.
"Have a seat in here, I'll go fetch you something to drink, and then run you through our processes," she said, guiding me towards some plush, comfortable looking chairs, and then disappearing. I sat down and wasn't disappointed with the feeling of being immediately wrapped in warmth and comfort. Taking in the space around me, the room definitely reminded me of something you would experience in a high-class spa. Tranquil music was playing softly in the background, a heavenly, relaxing scent filled the air, and all around were textures and colours that gave strong hints of sensuality and pleasure. Even the lighting was to a level that instantly helped me feel calmer. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply.
"Oh, good, I knew you would like it in here," her soft voice Keçiören Escort came from the open doorway. My cheerful, blue-eyed lady had re-entered, placing next to me a glass of iced water and a slim wine glass that I assumed had some kind of sparkling alcohol in it. I didn't hesitate and reached for the alcohol, something was sorely needed to soothe these nerves, which had perked right back up when the blonde had returned.
She sat down in the chair next to me, holding a fancy looking clipboard, "now, before we get started, we need to run through a few things. I will let you know our process, go over what you would like to receive from your massage, and discuss any questions or concerns you have, does that sound okay?" she asked.
"Yes," I replied meekly.
"Excellent! Don't worry, it is absolute okay to be nervous on your first visit, but rest assured, you are in very safe hands. You will hear us say this a few times today, but if you are ever uncomfortable with something that is happening, or you want to stop, or change your mind, that is absolutely okay and we will always respect your decisions."
I nodded to show my understanding, lost for words.
"As you know, we offer standard massage packages which are absolutely divine, if I do say so myself," she said with a dreamy smile, "but we also offer exclusive adult massages, including our ever-popular happy ending massage, which I understand is what you have booked in for today, is that right?"
"Yes, my friends... for my birthday" I mumbled shyly, unsure of what I wanted to share, slightly embarrassed over having my secret desire talked about so openly.
"A birthday present!! Your friends are very generous, I will have to give them a discount on their next visit for their referral!" She carried on with barely a pause, "I will say, with the happy ending massage, do not feel pressured to have an orgasm, or orgasms, we prefer that you just enjoy the sensations and the journey, sometimes us girls put too much pressure on ourselves to cum and it just puts a dampener on the whole experience. You do not need to perform for us, that's our job, you just relax, okay?"
"Okay," I could feel my cheeks growing redder and redder.
"Good" she nodded almost as if in solidarity for the hardships of female orgasms. "As I said before, everything we do is up to you, if you find there is something that is not quite right, just say so. To help you to feel more comfortable to do this we use a traffic light system, red, green, yellow. Throughout your massage we check in and ask you what colour you are, if everything is good and you are happy, you only need to say 'green' and we will carry on, if you are feeling uncomfortable or something is not quite right, perhaps we are going too fast, say 'yellow', and we will check in to find out how we can help you. If you want to stop what is happening to you, or stop completely, you can say 'red' and that will cease the activity, and the session if you would like. Does that make sense?"
"Yes, red - bad, yellow -- need help, green -- good," I said in a wobbly voice.
"That's it! You got it! Don't worry, we will remind you plenty of times. Now, in terms of what you would like in your session, a full body massage?" She asked, looking down at her clipboard and clicking her pen.
"Yes." She happily ticked a box.
"With single, or multiple, orgasms?"
"Yes." Tick.
"Are you comfortable with having your buttocks touched? Breasts? Anus? Vulva?"
"Yes, yes, yes, yes." Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick
"Are you comfortable with vaginal penetration?"
"Yes."
"Anal penetration?"
"......yes" Her eyes looked up momentarily and pierced mine at the hesitation. She ticked and then added a short scribble of writing.
"Are you comfortable using toys?"
"Yes."
With one final lavish tick on her form. She looked up and smiled, "How exciting! Do you have any questions, or anything you are worried about that I can help you with?"
"Uh, no, not really... I guess, are you doing the massage?"
"Me!? Oh, heavens no, I do help sometimes, but I need supervision with those kinds of things. Your masseuse will be along shortly, he is just with another client."
My heart skipped a beat at the word 'he', I hadn't planned on the massage being with a man, my friends never said that! The lady saw the momentary panic cross my face, she reached across and put her hand on my arm, looked at me warmly and said, "you will have fun, like I said, you are in safe hands." At that, I jumped as a loud scream echoed around the hall, a scream that trailed off into a drawn-out moan of ecstasy. My blue-eyed beauty jumped as well, looked at her watch, and said to me, "he's nearly finished! You stay here and relax, drink, give us about ten minutes, can I get you anything while you wait?"
"No, I'm okay, thank you," I replied. To this, she nodded, gave me one last reassurance, and sauntered out of the room.
The wait felt like forever. I tried to busy myself by taking in the details of the room, the various artworks, and features, Etimesgut Escort but nothing held my interest for long. I tried to take deep breaths, I was meant to be relaxing after all, but every now and then my breath would get stuck, and I felt as if I would die. I tried standing and walking around the room, but then got worried I'd be caught by the lady and seem like I was pacing like a deranged person, so I quickly sat back down. At one point, I heard a door open and hushed tones speaking, followed by the blonde lady escorting another woman back down the hallway. The woman was positively beaming, glowing and flushed, undoubtedly a woman who had been having a great time. This was both reassuring and terrifying to me. I finished my drink in a few gulps.
After what felt like another eternity, blue eyes returned, smiling eagerly at me. "Okay, Alice, right this way," she said, waiting for me to stand and leading me out the room and further down the hall. This time I had no space of mind to watch her seductive body as she walked, I could barely see straight in front of me, it felt like the pounding in my head was drowning out every one of my senses. Breathe, I reminded myself.
She turned to a closed door and knocked on it gently. We waited for a few moments, and then it opened to present the most attractive man I had ever seen in my life. Tall, bearded, muscular, with broad shoulders and a strong chest, thick legs that I immediately wanted to wrap both my arms around. I just about died on the spot, and if it weren't for my frozen body, I probably would have run right out of there.
"This is Alice," said my guide, "she would like the works, please, Sir?" She said as she handed over her special clipboard for him to inspect. "It's her first time and she has been so lovely, we need to make sure we treat her really nice."
At this line, he looked intently at the woman, and even in my hazy state I felt as if something unsaid passed between them, a stream of electric understanding.
"Is that so?" He said to the woman in a voice that was coated in honey.
"Mmmhmm, yes, Sir. She's a special one!" She said happily. He nodded to her, and smiled at me, nearly knocking me unconscious with the dazzle of it. "Welcome, Alice, come on in."
He gestured and moved aside to give me access to the room. This room had the same feel as the waiting area, calm, serene, and highly sensual. There were visual elements designed to arouse through their shape or their outright sexual context, soft and textured fabrics around the room beckoned to be stroked and touched. There was a large massage table in the centre of the room that caught my eye immediately, it too looked like it would be a pleasure to recline on. But he first led me to a side of the room where two seats sat adjacent to each other. "Have a seat," he said, indicating the chair closest to me. I plonked myself down awkwardly. "I'm sure my Pet has gone through everything with you, but I would like to clarify some things before starting." His Pet!? He couldn't mean the stunning blonde, could he?
"I will be checking in as we go to ensure you are comfortable and happy, sometimes I will ask you questions, other times I will ask for your colour. You will remember that green means all is well, you are happy and content for me to continue. Yellow is a chance for us to pause and check in, it may mean that something is not quite right and needs to change, or perhaps you need a break to breathe and reset. Both are absolutely fine and I encourage you to use this if you need, it helps me to ensure you are enjoying the experience. Red is when you feel the need to stop, whether to stop the entire session, or simply stop whatever it is I am doing to you. Again, I encourage you to use this if you need, this is your session and is meant to be enjoyable for you. Do you understand?"
"Yes." I nodded to make sure it was clear that I did indeed understand and I was indeed freaking the hell out. All the talking was making me so nervous.
"Good girl." At this I felt my heart do a giant somersault up into my throat, plummet straight down to my pussy, and start to throb harder.
"Pet's given me the rundown of what you have consented to, but you can always change your mind as you go, it's not a signed contract. I will make sure to communicate with you as we go in case you do have any reservations. Don't forget, this is meant to be a fun experience for you so do not worry, I will look after you." His piercing eyes practically dropped me into a puddle of goo with those words. "And, without further ado, let's get ready!" He said with a flourish that was meant to be light-hearted but just made me gulp as it displayed the muscular lines in his arms. He gave me instructions on how to disrobe and present myself on the table, and promptly left the room. Probably to go give his Pet some pats, I thought wryly.
I took a deep breath, scanned around the room for secret spies, and then quickly undressed. I neatly folded my clothes and placed them in the designated spot, shaking my head at myself as I realised how silly Demetevler Escort hiding my underwear was when I had agreed for this man to be all kinds of intimate with my body. I scooted over to the table, jumped up quickly, laid down on my stomach and then covered myself with the towel I had been provided. The epitome of modesty. Then I waited, and waited, and waited.
Was I supposed to call out or ring a bell or something. I didn't know what to do! Fortunately my panic was relieved when the door opened and shut.
"Perfect, are you ready?" he asked.
"Yes?" I replied, unsure as to whether I had forgotten something.
He chuckled, "I think you have been ready since you walked through the front door," he was moving around the room, probably gathering the things he needed.
"I'm going to start on your neck and shoulders" he said as he moved around to the head of the massage table. "I want you to close your eyes if that's comfortable for you and just focus on breathing." With that I felt his hands spreading warm oil across my skin, firm and solid as they pressed evenly across my upper back. It was rhythmic and methodical, intoxicating in the way that the pressure hardened in the perfect spots and eased in just such a way that I couldn't help release my breath to match. I found myself sinking into the feeling of the movements, not worrying so much about why I was there, or who was touching me, but enjoying the sensation as it happened. I was shocked with how easy it was to relax from such a heightened state. As he noticed my body releasing it's tense posture he crooned praises like, "good girl", "that's it, relax", "yes, that's it, just breathe".
His attentions moved across my whole back, working expertly at various muscle groups, in a way that made me think he was reading my mind. How did he know that precise spot was so tight and sore? How did he know to press it just right? At one point, as he was working one especially tight spot, I couldn't help but let out a moan, the volume of which startled myself and caused me to tense back up slightly in embarrassment.
"That's it, I want to hear you moan," he said in a low growling voice, "massage isn't just physical, it's mental and emotional, when you use your voice, it is just another way to release all of those tensions built up inside you. If it feels right, let it out, trust me, it will feel really good when you do." After that, I experimented with slowly letting some sounds escape my lips until I was moaning with abandon at every sensuous press and stroke.
"I'm going to move to your feet and work my way up your legs," he stated matter-of-factly, "what colour are you?"
"Green." I said.
"Good girl." Again, that thrill over those words ran through me and I eagerly waited to feel his hands which began rubbing and pressing deep into points of my foot that I didn't even know I had. I moaned and enjoyed every second of it, but I couldn't contain the anticipation I felt as his hands moved solidly up my calf, making me gasp as he firmly worked those tender and tight muscles, and onto my thighs. Every stroke on my inner thigh felt intimate and electric, he wasn't even that high on my leg, and yet I felt on edge.
"Relax," he prompted me again, "breathe."
So, I did, I took a deep breath and let it out, relaxing back into the sensations.
"I'm going to touch your upper thigh, your inner thigh, would you like that?" he asked.
"Yes," I breathed, and felt his big hands instantly respond, gliding firmly up to the top of my leg and in between my thighs. Every time he changed body parts or did something different, he would ask my colour, and every time, I responded, "green".
I had started the session with my thighs pressed firmly together in my anxious beginnings, but I was surprised to notice that over the time of his hands magically working my body, they had been spread slightly, now with his hands rubbing my legs they were being moved apart even more.
"You're looking very exposed there, but not enough for someone like you, spread your legs for me. Wider."
I couldn't help but comply, edging my thighs apart, feeling my pussy becoming even more vulnerable to his eyes and his hands. I was worried he would see it glistening from how horny I was becoming, but then felt silly, given the circumstances.
"Better," he growled, and I was rewarded with the feeling of his fingers brushing one side of that horny pussy, teasing it with his touch. He continued this motion, up both sides of my thigh in one smooth sweep, each time becoming more firm at the top, first with one finger, then two, then soon his whole hand was running across my glistening slit in a long, seductive motion, teasing moans out of me and causing my hips to rise seeking more. When it was almost too much, his hand stayed in place and continued to move across the outside of my pussy, paying expert attention to my clit and the entrance of my juicy fuckhole, while the other hand moved up and across my hindquarters, working deep into my glutes in an efficient massage that I had experienced many times before, but had never in my life felt so sensual. I was wiggling with glee and breathing quickly with each stroke, until I felt him ease off, move away, and switch to my other leg. I made a sound that was kind of a pout and a grumble, to which he responded by calling me a greedy girl and began the whole cycle again. Foot, calf, thigh, teasing me with every stroke, and then working me more and more.