To avoid DM’s from horny guys let me just state for the record that despite the username I’m a guy as well :)... Anyways...

So I was working on some home improvement projects all day yesterday and I was pretty sore so I decided to treat myself to a massage.

To give some background on this: during Covid I’d found a great local hole-in-the-wall massage place about 15 mins from home. Best massages I’ve ever gotten from all the therapists but I found one in particular that was extra good. I ask for her by name and if she’s not working I wait. She was clearly very well trained and knew just how to work each muscle group. She has that rare talent to read your body and focus on the area giving you trouble without you needing to say anything. One day I was feeling a bit relaxed and decided to go fully naked under the sheet. Not my norm, but hey sometimes a guy just wants to feel sexy, ya know? I wasn’t expecting anything and any time I’ve done this in the past everyone is super respectful of privacy. They get it. Well as she gets started that time she realizes right away that things are different and without a comment she pulls the towel down to my hamstrings leaving my ass exposed and proceeds with the massage. As always a fantastic massage but my ass receives plenty of attention, which felt GREAT, but it was still fairly standard using her forearm and elbows for pressure, just like when she would when the towel was on. The skin on skin was a nice change and made me a bit horny though I never let on. In each subsequent visit I get more and more attention to that area including oiled rubbing with her hands. Again, nothing overtly sexual, just working the area thoroughly as she would any other body part. When it was time to flip I’m certain she couldn’t miss I was feeling about it. Lol. A bit embarrassing but she must see it every single day.

Which brings us to yesterday…Same story as before with increasing attention to my butt, upper thighs, and hips, but part way through she says “your legs must be too hot”…and she flips the towel onto the floor. I’m still laying on my stomach but I’m now 100% exposed which I have to say gave me an unexpected thrill. She’s quite a bit younger than I am, so to be totally naked and getting a hot oil massage felt just the right kind of wrong. Everything proceeds fairly normally aside from my total exposure, nothing overtly sexual.

Time for the flip. And I’m rock hard. I’ll burst your bubble right away…this was not a porn script. She grabs a towel off the shelf and drapes it over me, tenting it so I can turn. But then she takes it and rearranges it so that literally the ONLY thing it’s covering is my cock. She then proceeds with the front side massage but with lots of attention to my stomach, pelvis and upper thighs, always staying just an inch or two away from my throbbing dick. It’s like she knows how much I’m enjoying it and is going to push as far as professional boundaries allow. Towards the end she picks up my leg, bends my knee, leans it out away from my body and starts massaging my upper inner thigh. At that point I can’t help myself and I start breathing heavy and in rhythm to her rubbing.

Stroke. Exhale. Stroke. Exhale. Stroke.

The harder I breathe the further up my thigh she goes, until she literally has one hand cupped around my lower butt cheek and the other over the front of my hip and her thumbs rubbing and caressing the area where my leg joins my body next to my balls…and yet she’s still actually working the muscles and tendons!! I kid you not it was both hyper sexual and yet still (barely) within bounds. I am covered after all.

I could hardly stand it and with each stroke my hips are involuntarily lifting and turning into her touch. I’m breathing so heavy I’m starting to get light-headed and I’m gripping the sides of the table in a desperate attempt to keep control of my body. She’s not moving away from that area except to drag her fingers along my inner thigh down to my knee and then right back again to work the whole area. At one point I swear I can even hear her breathing heavy.

And just like that it was over. She straightened my leg, said “ok sweetie (she has always called me this) times up” and readjusted the towel to fully cover my hips. She gathered her things and left the room. I laid there for probably a solid minute trying to comprehend what just happened. I looked at the clock on the wall and realized we were almost 10 mins past our scheduled time.

As I’ve replayed this over and over in my head I’ve been alternately turned on and somehow ashamed that maybe she was just doing her thing and I misread it.

The cynic in me says she knows just what to do to get a tip, but I tipped her the same that I always do. That hasn’t changed in over 10 visits going back 18 months or so. And I’ve never once tried to direct her as to what to focus on vs not. Like I said she knows me well and can find just what’s needed each time. And maybe this was just that. She felt something tight and went to work on it without touching anything inappropriate (in the barest technical sense of the word).

One thing is for sure. I’m certainly anticipating my next session. If anything, I get to let my mind wander even though I’m certain that’s as far as things will go. I won’t ever be the creep that propositions the therapist.