Don t You Just Love Happy Endings?

Don t You Just Love Happy Endings?
Having a full-time job along with being a wife and a mother can be a bit stressful at times - so I now make time to take care of myself and get regular massages. I ve been doing this for over a year now - always at a respectable establishment, always handled in a completely professional manner. I ve had masseuses and masseurs - I m not terribly picky. I swim a lot and sometimes can really use a deep tissue massage to get all the knots out. I ve been asking specifically for male massage ther****ts lately because they tend to be able to give me more of what I need. No - that was NOT meant to be dirty.

I had an appointment about six weeks ago with a new-to-me ther****t. He was familiar with competitive-style swimming (I don t compete any more, but I used to - and I still swim laps almost as if I was still competing), the muscles most used, the muscles most neglected, and how to hit all the sweet spots during the massage. Totally professional, friendly, and good at his job - I found my new favorite massage ther****t.

Since starting my massage routine, I have become a playslut in training for a Dom who happens to be an old lover. He lives hundreds of miles away - but he has certain rules for me to follow and certain standards to maintain. Among those, I am to keep my intimate areas shaved - and I am to wear a butt plug every day unless I have permission to NOT wear it for some reason. I have been specifically told that I must wear my plug when going for massages.

Yesterday, I made an appointment to see my new favorite massage ther****t again. He was very pleased to see me and gave me a big greeting when I arrived. He left the room so I could disrobe and get under the covers on the massage table. When getting a massage, it s the customer s call as to how much clothing to remove. Some women go down to bra and panties. Some go to just panties. Some go nude. I m in the nude category. I ve never been overly modest (swimming will do that to you) - and I don t particularly want massage lotions or oils to get on my clothing. I don t worry about being SEEN by the ther****t because strategic parts are always covered. Plus, I m rather proud of my body - so having a bit of it seen here and there doesn t phase me at all.

I stripped down, and got on the table face-down under the sheet and blanket. My massage ther****t, Sven as my husband teasingly calls him (and all masseurs, I think) came in, uncovered my back from shoulders to waist and started my massage. Just as it was the first time I got a massage from him, it felt fabulous. Strong hands rubbing lotion into my back as he worked knots out of my shoulders - purrrrrr.

We chit-chatted as he worked on me. He massaged my shoulders, back, neck and arms. He then pulled the covers back over my shoulders, moved down and uncovered my left leg and my left buttock, carefully tucking the covers around my right leg and over my hip so nothing got TOO uncovered. He massaged my foot and calf, then started working his way up my thigh. I knew he planned to work on my hamstrings, hips and glutes a bit, so it didn t faze me when his right hand moved REALLY high up my thigh. As he was rubbing my thigh and glute, the back of his hand kept brushing ever-so-slightly along the side of my pussy. He asked if I was comfortable with the occasional contact, saying it was tough to avoid when working on my glute. I told him I was fine with it. I was actually getting a little turned on - and wondering if he had realized yet that I was shaved. I didn t want to let on that I was getting turned on, though -- especially because I didn t (and don t) find him all that attractive.

He finished with my left leg, covered it up, then uncovered my right leg to give that side the matching massage treatment. Again, he started with my foot and calf, working his way higher and higher up my thigh. Again, he was accidentally brushing my pussy with the back of his hand. I was getting more turned on -- both by the physical contact and by incorporating it into a nicely-budding little fantasy about Sir (or possibly any of a number of other men). Sven made sure again that I was ok with the incidental contact - all fine. All good. No worries.

When he finished with the back of my right leg, he told me it was time to turn over. Careful maneuvers were done to make sure I stayed covered - all except for my left leg, which he uncovered so he could work on my quad. Again, he carefully tucked the covers around me, but perhaps not as tightly. When he worked his way up my quad and started running his fingers rather than the back of his hand up the crease between my thigh and my pussy, I finally figured out that NONE of the contact had been accidental. By this time, I was plenty turned on - and I was curious to see how everything was going to play out.

He put one hand on my mound - where my pubic hair would have been had I not been shaved - and asked if I was ok. When I said yes, he slid his fingers down toward my slit and asked again. Yup - still ok, if a bit bewildered. He started stroking my pussy -- and getting no complaint from me, slipped two fingers inside. I was clearly already wet - plus he had lotion on his hands. He started finger-fucking me & had me thrusting my hips to meet his hand in no time. Even though he was only finger-fucking me and not rubbing my clit, I came pretty damn quick ... and then came a couple more times as he was using the other hand to rub and squeeze my left nipple. He HAD to have noticed the stainless steel plug since the handle rests very close to my pussy - and the shape of it can clearly be felt through my pussy wall when fingers are inside me. He didn t mention it & didn t ask about it. After a couple of minutes, he switched to the other leg ... and finger-fucked me while he squeezed and rubbed my right nipple. My hips were bucking like crazy & I was struggling (successfully) to keep quiet. Having someone walk in would have been awkward at best.

When he finished with my legs, he covered me up, then moved up near my head so he could massage the front of my arms and shoulders and work on my neck. Somehow this also became a full chest and nipple massage. He had me dripping wet again not long after. He stood up near my shoulder so he could reach my pussy again - but this time, unzipped his pants and put my hand on his cock. Since I am a polite little slut, I started jerking him off. It only seemed fair, after all. Before long, he pulled away slightly and covered himself with a bit of the sheet so he wouldn t make a mess. I don t think he realized at first that my hand was still right next to his cock when he had his own happy ending. He apologized, which I thought was really cute.

He zipped up, made sure he still appeared tidy (no Monica Lewinsky moments with cum on his pants, thank you very much) - and finished my massage. When I asked if this was a service he normally provides, he started stammering and got really embarrassed. He said he had never done anything like that before & that he didn t know what had come over him. I am 99% positive he was telling the truth. If the embarrassment was an act, he s in the wrong line of work. Plus, if it was something he did regularly, I think he would have been a bit more skilled at the pussy play. He really got by on enthusiasm rather than skill -- reminding me of an exuberant little puppy. I could tell that he was suddenly freaking out & thought I was going to rat him out. When I said something about having gone to lunch earlier in the day with my husband, I thought he was about to pass out. Poor guy! He had told me the first time I saw him that he was newly-engaged. Now he was feeling guilty. I told him not to worry - that I know I could have stopped him at any time, and that we really didn t do anything ALL that crazy.

He left the room so I could get dressed, met me with a glass of water when I came out of the room, thanked me for the visit and said he d hope to see me again next time. I tipped well and was on my way.

I m realizing now that I m probably somewhat lucky that he WASN T a hot, well-hung stud (instead of a heavy-set guy with a small cock) - or this might have wound up being more of a Penthouse Forum type letter than an xhamster sex story. For all I know, HE is now writing a letter to Penthouse about the hot MILF who gave him a hand job after he finger-fucked her.

I now have specific orders from Sir as to how I am supposed to handle Sven if/when he gets handsy again during my next massage. He wants me to take condoms with me so that I can blow the guy & absolutely RUIN him for his presumably sweet, innocent fiancee. We ll see...