Okay, I didn’t think this would end up being a Part 3. But fuck, this materialised ever so nicely.

Part 2 is here (and you can find Part 1 within that too): https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/1gfsbrp/i_f_wore_a_thong_and_asked_my_sports_therapist_m/

Caught up? Let’s dive in.

My heart’s still racing. I had another massage with him this morning. His trip was cancelled so he returned to work (I anticipated a two week wait).

I quickly shaved and decided on wearing a grey thong that had, “slippery when wet” written on the front. I mean, it certainly wouldn’t hide any pre-cum lathering up. I’ve genuinely had tight middle back muscles, so envisioned myself on my front the whole time.

We broke the ice kinda quickly again. I planned to ask him how he got on with his wife, i.e. did you fuck her like crazy after massaging me? Instead, he beat me to it, with an innuendo of, “good vibes today as always. Lots of vibes. All about those vibrations.”

I chimed in with, “yeah, the vibrations happened last time when I got home.”

We exchanged some small talk about sex toys, where he said his wife has a vibrator. I asked the model and brand. He amusingly didn’t know. I (on my front) said he could move the towel. By now, he was working on my lower back.

I could tell he didn’t want to ask which vibrator I had. I pushed the boundaries by sharing, “you see, all vibrators are different. Us women are lucky. Male sex toys are evolving.”

He responded, “there’s some that are meant to replicate oral. I just can’t imagine one for guys that can out-do the real thing.”

I took this as a chance to perk my ass up nicely for him. I purposely had my face in the bed, giving the horny que of, “look all you fucking want.”

I was becoming increasingly wet.

I took this chance to say that, “yeah, when it comes to oral, whatever blowjob toy you had would never look into your eyes as it sucked your dick like a good woman, huh?”

We laughed.

“Those BJs, yeah, they’re a rarity after a certain time.” He said. I’ve heard this from many guy friends.

“Some girls just get wet with a dick in their mouth, some don’t.” I said as seductively as I could.

He responded, “Or when they’re getting massaged.”

I turned around, pointing at him, “it’s YOUR fault, Mr!”

We laughed some more, and it was time for me to get onto my front.

“I didn’t finish.” I then left a pause. When he tried to respond, thinking I was on about cumming, I went on to say, “yeah, vibrators are all different. My one is a clit sucking one. Really feels like an expert tongue. It’s fucking dynamite.”

Carrying on talking, I came out with, “I’m sorry. I must frustrate you. At least you go home and enjoy passion with her.”

He then declared that they’d met through training to become massage therapists. She just ended up doing something entirely different after qualifying. He spoke about how erotic massage could be, but in all honesty, he loved helping people.

“You realise that’s the kinda stuff that’ll get a girl taking her underwear off for you, right? A real panty dropper…” I said.

“I had an offer to massage somebody naked once.” Was his response. I asked if he did it, and he said yes, for a little extra. I joked I’m out of cash.

“I’d do it for free.” Totally stunned me. I took a few moments to think. I proposed the idea of me being naked, although that it should be a ‘tease’ for us both.

I peeled my underwear off, saying, “you didn’t even notice what’s written on the crotch of my panties!”

He joked that he did, laughing.

I was now fully naked, a little bright red and on my back. I thought about asking him to be naked too. My thoughts were wandering and I wanted nothing more than his cock in my mouth at the end of the massage bed. I wanted his masculine hands in between my pussy lips.

He raised my leg, choosing to massage my calf muscle. Occasionally, he’d quickly check out my pussy. I knew it was glistening wet. I was sweating a little.

We decided not to talk much. I feel like we both took things in, making the most of the moments non-verbally. I found him massaging my neck and shoulders, flirting closer to my boobs.

I found myself on my front once more. I raised my foot to my knee, creating a triangle shape, so that he could work my side glutes.

I thought SO much about pitching, “please, fucking PLEASE play with my pussy.”

I held off.

Before I knew it, the massage was over. I got my clothes on, and he thanked me for being a ‘model client’.

Holy fucking shit. When I got home, I was frantically searching massage porn. Nothing came close to what I experienced. I instead closed my eyes, cupped my tits and used the clit-sucker vibrator on me.

I came three times. And then again before a nap, I came again.

We always want what we can’t have and now I want him more than ever.