I had been to this one spa on dozens of occasions. Sometimes for a nice foot reflexology or a chair massage, other times for a full body massage. It was on my way home from work and they accommodated walk-ins so I was very grateful to have a place to unwind when my busy schedule afforded a moment.

This day was no different, it was about 6 in the evening on a Friday and I called to ask if anyone was available as I wrapped up at work. Yes, 6:30 would work. I arrived like any other day, and I was walked to my favorite room. It was at the end, the quietest, and had the least traffic passing and the least sounds carried from the other services.

The male masseuse prepared my table and asked me if I had any particular areas... I have a tight neck and shoulders most days, and I love having my face and feet attended to. It was almost a script. He left and I disrobed, left my undies on and climbed face first onto the massage table. I drifted off as he rubbed my back and shoulders...

When it was time, I turned over half in a daze. He draped the blanket, adjusted my pillows, and sat at the head of the table. He massaged my deltoids and down my arms, my neck and my temples, he massaged my scalp and I felt myself drift off again.

I could feel myself start to breathe more intently as I started to become aroused. It had been a while, but I was drowsy and perhaps I had started to dream of being touched by a lover... No... I felt his massage of my pectorals dip further and further under the sheet. I started to feel warmth between my legs and longing for him to massage my breasts! What was happening! Never in my 20 years of being massaged has anything like this ever happened! (Except that one time that a man spent more than half of the session on my "glutes" but that was long ago)... I felt his hands massage down my arms, brushing against my nipples and the arousal heightened within my body. Was this really happening? What do I do?

He started to massage my intermammary cleft, first with both hands on top of each other... then separated the pinkies... inching his hands apart as he stroked up and down... then his forefingers inched over...until his two hands had separated and were fully massaging my breasts. I held my breath for a moment, savoring the pleasure then quickly returned to regulate my inhales and exhales, perhaps to fake sleep so he wouldn't notice... The sheet dropped to my stomach and he stroked my breasts from above my head... He moved to the side and I could feel the bulge in his pants rub against my shoulder. My panties started to soak as I felt his skillful touch. I reveled in the attention my breasts had been craving... Had I manifested this?

His hands moved to my legs and thighs. He seemed to be pushing my sexual energy towards my pussy somehow. Each stroke created more and more buildup and created more and more heat between my thighs... He skillfully stroked my abdomen, my inner thighs, and worked up huge energy in my entire vaginal area. I fought to keep my breathing even... and then a few strokes later I feel my entire lower half spasm and quake. I fought not to move and he pushed two fingers in side me. I jerked my legs closed and sucked in my breath and he pulled them out and calmly adjusted the sheet to cover me back over. He wrapped up the massage and said, "Did you have a good sleep?" as I pretended to awaken.