The masseur

When you least expect it….

The strangest thing happened to me yesterday. Checked into a hotel with the husband in the mountains. Both of us were exhausted after too much partying and so we planned to have an afternoon enjoying the sauna, jacuzzi and steam room of the hotel. I booked a massage to help a neck problem I’ve had for some time. The husband went ahead to the wellness area and I followed the masseur to the massage room.

He asked if I wanted just a back massage or full body. I plumped for just the back, explaining the problem in my neck. He told me to remove my top, bra and loosen my jeans. I lay down on the massage table and told him I was ready.

He came in and began rubbing his hands up and down my back. I closed my eyes and began to relax, letting go. Suddenly I felt something brush against my hand. I wasn’t sure, but it felt like his cock. I dismissed the thought and lay very still, enjoying the circular motion of his hands up and down my spine. Then he did it again. His erect cock brushed against my fingers. He kept it there as he massaged my shoulders, his tip touching my fingers.

I didn’t know what to make of it – was the guy a pervert? Or did he just have a little ‘problem’? I didn’t want to encourage or recoil, so I lay deadly still.

After about twenty minutes of his touch, he began to move his hands lower, to my arse. He pulled my jeans down and inch, exposing my bottom more and then ran his hands from my shoulders, down my spine to my bottom. His fingers slipped between my cheeks. I began to feel turned on and my mind raced at the possibilities. He yanked my jeans down again to reveal my arse and positioned himself behind my feet. He circled my cheeks and slipped his fingers between them, moving lower and lower until I felt his finger touch my cunt. I raised my head and shoulders and he asked if I liked it.
I made some quip about how this was the most unusual massage I had had. He said ‘what happens in this room stays in this room’ and I was torn with the dilemma of letting go and the thought of my husband in the room downstairs. A paranoia about hidden cameras flashed through my mind and I resolved not to risk it.

The masseur planted a kiss on my cunt and offered to give me a ‘special massage’ if I so desired. I smiled at him and said I should be getting back to my husband. As I left, I went to shake his hand and he kissed me.

Shakily, I walked to meet the husband in the jacuzzi. I wish now that I had let go and said yes to his special massage. Who knows what might have happened had I opted for the full body massage?

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  1. Virtual Sinner

    I’m wondering what was the cue that tipped him off that you were approachable. There was some point before he got to your arse where other women give signals of rejection, and you didn’t . I wonder if there is a standard signaling protocol, as there apparently is men’s airport restrooms.

    • It’s an interesting question. I honestly wasn’t expecting it, but then equally, in the week prior to my first threesome, I had been fantasizing and wanting sex with multiple people. Then, out of the blue, two men at the same time. Perhaps the sub-conscious sends out certain body language or scents to attract others…

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