A Special Massage :

The spa I go to is low-cost, and it's more of a massage center than a spa, and I've been going there for almost two years.
It's a small shop, but the staff and the therapist are good people, and the conversations during the massage are fun and help relieve stress.
When I had a heartbreak, the therapist gave me a lot of advice and was very supportive.
But when my days off changed and I couldn't go as often, the therapist said, "Come on your next day off. The shop will be closed, but I'll give you a special massage," and I was so happy that I decided to go.
When I arrived, it was just the therapist, as expected since it was a day off.
She served me coffee, and we chatted about various things.
She asked, "Have you found a boyfriend since then?" but I replied, "I prefer being alone for now."
"Shall we start then..."
I got completely undressed, put on a gown and paper shorts, and sat on the bed.
She started the massage from my shoulders as usual.
She gently massaged me with a vibrating tool.
Next, I lay down, and she opened the front of my gown and used lotion for the massage.
While massaging my chest, she said with a laugh, "You need to find a boyfriend soon to give you massages."

From that point, I felt something was a bit different.
She usually doesn't use the vibrating tool when massaging my chest, but this time she did, and she even pinched my nipples.
I thought it was strange, but it felt good, and I let out a small moan.
"There's no one here, so you can moan if it feels good," she said casually.
Even so, I was embarrassed and tried to hold back my voice, but as her massage felt so good and I squirmed, her hand with the massager slid down to my thighs.
Soon, I felt the vibrations through the paper shorts.
The pleasure outweighed the embarrassment, and I moaned in front of her.
Eventually, she took off my shorts and touched me directly, massaging my clitoris and private parts with her vibrating fingers.
Her other hand continued to touch my chest.
She seemed the same as always, but the massage she was giving was like a sexual act.
Then her vibrating fingers entered inside me.
It had been a while since someone did that to me, and I moaned in a shameful manner, spreading my legs wide and squeezing my chest while making noises.
Her vibrating fingers went in and out repeatedly.
And then I climaxed.
My face felt like it was burning with embarrassment, but she casually wiped the lotion and my private parts with a towel.
All I could say was, "I'm sorry," but she smiled and said, "It's okay. Don't worry about it..."
After it was over, we had tea and talked.
She said, "I can somehow tell when a woman has sexual desires. I think it's good if I can help relieve that stress a little. Just so you know, I'm not a lesbian. But if a regular customer has such needs, I help them. Not just physically, but also sexually."
After hearing that, I realized she did that for me out of concern. Honestly, I was very happy.
And it felt really good...
I'm not a lesbian, but I wrote this because a woman did that to me.



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