The Unexpected Massage Experience

Since I turned thirty, I've started experiencing stiffness in my shoulders and back,
so I began visiting massage parlors.
Recently, a new massage parlor opened nearby,
so I decided to give it a try.
They told me the full-body massage would take over two hours,
starting with a shower.
Once I was ready and lying face down on the bed,
a man in his late twenties suddenly entered the room.
He was a younger man,
and since I only had a towel covering my backside,
I was really surprised and turned bright red.
He said with a smile, "Don't worry, it's okay. I'm a professional,"
which made me even more embarrassed.
Then the massage finally started.
He massaged my neck and back,
and it felt really good. Then he gently massaged my entire hip area.
At some point, the towel was removed,
and his hands reached the crack of my backside, making my heart race.
I could feel myself getting wet.
Since my husband and I haven't been intimate lately,
I was sensitive to being touched by a man after so long.
After a while, he asked me to turn over,
and although I was embarrassed, I thought I had no choice
and turned over.

Without a towel, I was completely exposed,
and I could tell the young man was staring at me,
which made me feel incredibly embarrassed and aroused.
As he continued the massage,
his hands moved towards my chest.
He didn't touch my nipples directly,
but his hands occasionally brushed against them,
making them stand up, and I couldn't help but moan,
"Mmm."
Hearing that, he didn't hesitate to
tease my nipples,
saying, "This helps relieve body tension too.
Please enjoy it more."
He teased me like that.
I was already soaking wet down there,
and he knew it.
"Now I'll massage your lower body," he said,
gently massaging from my thighs up to the base.
Finally, he started touching my
clitoris.
"You're really dripping.
Does it feel good?"
he asked.
I was trembling,
unable to hold back my voice,
and I screamed a lot.
He even inserted his fingers inside me.
The pleasure was so intense that I reached a climax.
After a while, as I lay exhausted, he apologized
and wiped me with a towel.
I never expected to have such an experience during a massage,
but it felt so good that
I thought maybe this was okay.
I started visiting the parlor two or three times a month,
and I noticed that most of the clients were women,
especially older women and housewives like me.
It seems their purpose was the same as mine,
not just a regular massage,
but a sensual massage.
There are many housewives like me who are sexually frustrated.
Female perspective erotic experience story, Original Desire Woman