Just edged for over an hour and thought back to my last massage appointment… fantasizing about strong hands massaging my entire body… going over my arms and grabbing my wrists, pressure on all my limbs. My body relaxing under the touch, every muscle going slack under the kneading. The faint essential oil in my nose, soft melodies playing in the background as hands glide over my body and work in soothing, strong motions. Skilled hands pressing over my shoulders and back, rolling and holding, grabbing and massaging me before grabbing my neck in a firm hold. Fingers sweeping and pressing into the pressure points along my neck and skull.

The warm oil enveloping me, yet there’s a shudder going through my body. His hands work lower and lower down my back, one sliding up to my neck again as the other starts loving over my glutes, relaxing muscles I didn’t even know need attention. Over and over, pressing into my flesh, I can feel his eyes raking over my body… then a switch of hands, they glide down my sides and briefly touch my boobs as the other comes up holding my neck, thumb rubbing in circles as his other hand focuses on the other glute. These hands work magic along my body and I feel myself breath getting deeper. Stretching and massaging me, moving over my ass down my legs and rolling his hands over my muscles. A foot massage to relax the feet I stand on all day before working the way up again, over my calves and to my thighs… finding the sensitive spots on my inner thighs that make my body arch and hot…

Closer and closer to the edge of my lace panties, thumbs working in circular motions deep into my tissue until I can’t help but slightly jerk my hips… closer and closer, over my ass, kneading it and gliding the hands up and down my thighs again, special attention to all the little responses my body gives. My little hums and gasps, the way my muscles contract and twitch, my toes wiggle and my fingers grab the sheets. Until the thimble slowly slip underneath the fabric of my underwear, the tip already feeling the mess I made but not dipping in, no, just massaging along as if it’s the most normal thing in the world, making me question if this is a normal part of the massage or not. Slipping out of my panties again, up and down and all around my thighs and ass, focusing on my upper glutes again and sliding all over my body before focusing on my center once more. He takes his time. Waits for the tiniest wiggle of my butt before slipping underneath my lace again and massaging me with a strong grip. I can’t help but arch, the sensations clouding my mind, and he slips in. One thumb at first, half of it, ever so slowly in and out… then the other, same motion, I moan quietly and grab the sheets. His fingers stroke along my groin as he slips his right thumb, left thumb, right thumb, left… both.

I gasp.

He moves them inside me at the same pace, one hand angled with finger splayed over my ass while the other is feathered down across my pussy and his thumbs stretch me in a way I’ve never felt before. He crooks the lower thumb to hit my gspot and I gasp and see stars, arching and pushing my hips up. He works in slow sensual motions underneath my lacy panties and the friction adds to the sensations. He tells me to relax. And I moan in response. His hands work faster, his other fingers digging in as well. Then he slowly pulls his hands away, paying attention to my thighs and ass again and kneading my body that rips low hums from my throat… the oil and my arousal mix on my skin, leaving me sticky and messy. He works his way up to my shoulders again, down my arms to my hands. He massages my fingers and palms, taking his time, focusing on relaxing the clenching he just caused. I melt away.

My mind comes up with so much more… he turns me over and massages my front, rolling his hands all over my body and focusing on my chest. Deep strokes all over my tits, kneading and palming them before tugging my nips. Then his hands move over my shoulders and underneath me, pulling on my body from under my shoulder blades to my neck and up the back of my head. Over and over relaxing my neck from below, then his hands glide up again and over my shoulders down my arms, um the inside of my arms and down my sides. Tickling. They roam my hips and focus on my thighs, working themselves down my legs and up with a firm grip. My lips display a pleasant smile. He works his way to my groin and repeats his motions from before, his thumbs massaging all over in circular motions, closer and closer to the edge of my underwear, before slipping inside and massaging my lips, feeling the wetness but not slipping in. I groan and moan small sounds of pleasure. Then he slowly hooks his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slips them down, causing me to gasp. My instinct is to press my thighs closed but his hands work confidently down my body and his look pins me down, secures me with safety and reassurance. He tells me to relax again. I decide to let it happen. The lace feathers down my legs and I get goosebumps, he slips it off my feet and sets it aside.

His hands grip my ankles and massage me there briefly before moving up my legs in strong motions. The outside of my thighs, up my hips, then down again and up the inside of my thighs. He finds the same sensitive spots that make me sigh and works his way up between my legs before massaging my groin again and getting closer and closer to my center. Massaging up and down my pussy, rubbing and pressing along and stroking his thumbs alternating up and down my pussy over my clit, causing my hips to jerk. He works slow and calculated before he slips inside me again, two fingers this time, moving in and out and in and out. He crooks them and locks his wrist before thrusting his fingers up my spot.

I cry out. His other hand moves up and down my chest in soothing motions and my walls clench and I shatter around his hand in my first orgasm. He slows his movements and keeps up the pressure, whispering me through my release before continuing the massaging motions over my pussy from before. Then he uses both his thumbs inside me again, the same way as before, one crooked up to gently massage my spot. His palm rubs over my sensitive clit and he slips out again, angling my legs, before continuing. He keeps up the same rhythm, slowly coaxing me to a second release, working up through every clench of my muscles but not speeding up to chase my high, he deliberately pulls and pushes slowly until I’m on the edge and slowly falling into the second climax. Then he keeps the pressure before removing his hands, gliding them over my hips and down my thighs and massaging every part of my body again to release all the tension from my body, coaxing me down from the apex.

Then he climbs on the table to me, takes out his cock and rubs it all over my pussy. My mind is still spinning, not able to grasp a thought, as he slowly pushes inside and makes me gasp once more. His hands hook behind my neck and hold me close, his fingers massaging me as he thrusts inside my pussy in strong motions. I gasp and cry out, he holds me closer as he slams inside me and gets me to the brink of a third orgasm. My muscles spasm around him and his hips slap against mine in a delicious slap that makes me raise my hips up each time. His handsome from my neck to my shoulders, holding me closer to him and digging into my body as he gathers a little speed and makes us both cum. I still twitch around him when he pulls away, his hands stroking down my body and massaging my open thighs as his cock gets smaller inside me and slowly slips out. He keeps massaging my thighs and up my tits, cups my neck and moves over my stomach. His handsome grip me strongly, fingers touching me in calculated motions before he gets of my table, readjusts his clothes and cleans me up with a towel. Then he positions my legs in a more comfortable position and moves his hands over my body again, ending the massage with a gentle touch to my neck and face and a hand massage. I didn’t realize how hard I grabbed the sheets and the edge of the table. Then he rubs me down with the towel with body compressions, soaking up the mic of oil, sweat and arousal. He gently caresses my arms until I’m ready to stand up. He brings me a water before I slowly slide down the table, his eyes never leaving my body as I get dressed.