I have severe shoulder stiffness, so I decided to go for a massage for the first time last month. I found a place five stations away from my home in the Yellow Pages.
The place was a bit different from what I had imagined, but since I had made a reservation, I decided to go in. It seemed to be a privately run clinic.
My appointment was at 7:30 PM, and since there were no other customers at that time, the therapist came out to the reception and led me to the treatment room.
The therapist was a well-built man around 45 years old. When I sat on the treatment table, he asked me to take off my clothes. When I asked if it was just the top, he said to take off everything and put it in the basket there.
I couldn't bring myself to undress completely in front of a man I had just met, even if he was a therapist, so I asked if there was a gown or something. He said it was their way of doing things, and since I had come this far, I couldn't just leave, so I ended up in just my bra and panties and lay face down for the massage.
As he massaged my neck, shoulders, back, and legs with just the right amount of pressure, it felt so good that I almost fell asleep. Then he asked me to turn over, and I asked him to cover me with a towel because I was embarrassed. He said it was fine and asked me to turn over as I was. I couldn't help but notice his thick, hairy arms, which made me feel strange.
Embarrassingly, I felt a tingling sensation down there and realized I was getting wet. I tried to hide my arousal, but then the therapist commented on my large breasts. I was shocked, and at the same time, his fingers started to massage near my thighs, gradually touching me down there.
Honestly, I had been without a boyfriend and sex for three months, so I really felt it. Even though I tried to hold back, I couldn't help but let out soft moans, and the therapist noticed. He then gently touched my breasts and started to massage them.
It felt so good that I couldn't resist. He removed my bra and started sucking on my nipples with his tongue, while his fingers slipped inside my panties. I was already soaking wet. Suddenly, his fingers entered me and started to move.
I let him do as he pleased. His fingers were thicker than my ex-boyfriend's, and he skillfully stimulated my clitoris, making me moan and eventually climax.
Then the therapist said, "What are you going to do being this wet?" and led me to a room in the back. My legs were shaking, and I said I wanted to go home, but there was a large bed-like thing, and he started to undress. I thought it was okay to go through with it.
Honestly, I couldn't resist anymore because I didn't have a boyfriend. The therapist had an incredibly fit body, and his size was unlike any man I had been with before.
I ended up going all the way with the therapist. He said, "Why would any man leave a girl like you alone?"
I have some regrets. That was the only time with that therapist. I think this was my first and last experience like this, so I decided to share it.
