I went to a spa to get a complete massage, normally they serve women, but this time I was treated by a quite muscular man, but with smooth hands. Yes, judge me, I trusted myself thinking that he was gay. Then I got naked and continued with my session talking to him about trivial things like my dog (I love talking about my dog and my pets, I can do it forever and ever).

He was quite stoic regarding the conversation, he didn't make me doubt anything about my gay verdict, I continued chatting, he started massaging them from my legs, because I told him about a continuous pain in my knees and buttocks, and well he moved forward with my legs until he removes the towel that only covers part of my buttocks. I allowed him and he started giving me a butt massage (I clarify: this had been a late birthday gift from my baptismal godmother and this spa is where I usually go with my friends, it was not my first full body massage)

His hands were strong and he pressed me however he wanted, I didn't even look at his crotch (maybe I should have). I was almost moaning with pleasure, after a while where he pressed his fingers against my buttocks he began to slowly rise, he had begun to explore my lower back, while I was touching the sky between excitement and relaxation (these two always accompany me in the sessions, because I love being seen naked and touched, I'm bi, so it's the same whether I'm a woman or a man). Normally, I would let go and my favorite masseuse (she was on vacation) would come and massage my breasts making me come.

He asked me to lie on my back and he saw my breasts in the air. He continued with my shoulders and soon he moved to my arms. When he reached my hands, I blushed. Yes, I don't have a hand fetish or anything, but he made it so relaxing, I forgot that it was paid and it felt intimate, plus, lying down like that I could see him focused and very attractive.

He went to my belly and jumped again to my legs, I felt disappointed, the aroma of the vanilla candle was quite sweet and I told him "you need to massage my breasts", he turned around and nodded, when he did that, I thought 'Shit, "I should have kept my mouth closed." He put massage oil back on and warmed his palms by rubbing them, his touch was warm and slippery. My nipples became hard immediately and I couldn't stop watching him concentrated, his hands brought my breasts together and separated them. " "Can I massage your nipples?" I nodded, he did so, he pulled me lightly and preened me, he gently touched my breasts again, I didn't know they could be touched like that. I came right there and then I told him "how much do you want as a tip?" , he said nothing to me and I looked at his crotch for the first time and saw a watery stain. I didn't say anything, he left to give me privacy to get dressed and I didn't say anything related to the issue of his pants. However, now I only think about what That shot at his pants was for me and it excited me too much until he touched me.