As you lie on the massage table, naked in front of a stranger, you wonder if this was a good idea. You know it's unorthodox to go to a massage office with the explicit intent to orgasm. But the idea of a professional making you cum has layers and layers of appeal. Still, your fear and embarrassment are only supplanted by your libido.

You spoke with him like a professional just minutes ago. You answered his questions regarding your limits, what turns you on, how you like to be touched, and how you like to be treated. These kinds of questions are rarely, if ever, asked in a relationship. You always wished more men asked you these questions. He wouldn't be asking these questions for no reason; he plans on immediately using this information. He seems to be taking this very seriously.

But what if he is legit? What if, in this cozy little room, you can arrive, strip, relax, and orgasm over and over? What if you can just make an appointment, show up, be satisfied, then leave? For free? What does he get out of it? He said his pants aren't coming off. He truly is professional. And he isn't stopping you from getting dressed and just walking out.

Then his hands touch your back. Somehow, his touch instantly calms you. At the very least, you'll get a shoulder rub.

But it instantly isn't just a shoulder rub. Deep thumbs pressing into the muscles around your neck as the oil is spread with the flat of his smooth hands across your naked back. He squeezes in just the right spot. His hands are warm. Nobody has touched you with this kind of attention and care in who knows how long. It's deliberate and focused. It's patient and skilled. It's a touch that makes you relax deeper into the massage table.

Your shoulders and neck relax from tension you didn't know you were holding in them. Like magic, his hands rub in these exact spots and you let out a moan. Embarrassed at first, you remember that he specifically asked you to be vocal so he could adjust based on feedback. You don't hold back your noises as his hands grip either side of your torso and slide down to your hips.

Snapped out of your little reverie, you remember what you are here for and you suddenly become aware of how wet you are. You weren't paying attention, but your body was. His hands and thumbs move in deliberate circles down your back and side. He gets more oil and puts it in the small of your back. He applies pressure in spots that nobody ever massages, and you can feel the result of years of neglect on your lower back.

His hands move to your bare ass. He slowly works the back and side of your ass. It's surprising to you how much your ass needed this. As you are enjoying it, his massage pattern spreads your cheeks for just a moment. You feel embarrassed as he most certainly saw your asshole. He does it again. This time, your cheeks are spread a little longer. Then again, but this time, he holds you open.

He's staring at your asshole.

Nobody asked him to. He must be doing it because he wants to. You relax as you realize that he is inspecting your asshole while he holds your cheeks open. And you get wetter.

He releases your cheeks and continues. Down your legs, to your feet, then back up. His hands work the inside of your thighs. He is gently applying pressure, intimating that you should spread your legs. Involuntarily, you do.

His fingertips rub the inside of your thigh. They move higher and higher towards your pussy. He is spending a lot of time right between your leg and pussy. Gentle strokes. He applies pressure on the left and right of your pussy which causes your lips to part.

You can feel his breath on your clit. He is very close.

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