Surprising massage ending... (m/f) | 2016

So, I don’t get regular massages, but I have some occasional lower back pain and every once and a while it seems like a good idea – maybe a dozen or so times in the last few years. I’ve had male and female massage therapists, and nothing particularly strange or untoward ever happened (well, until now).

A couple months ago I was feeling the need for a massage due to lower back pain, stretching around to my hip flexors. The therapist I had seen a couple of times was not available, so I took to the internet and looked for where I could get an appointment, and picked a place that showed up at the top of the search results.

Now, nothing about this place seems anything less than legit. The business name is just [place name] Massage. Website looks like any other small massage therapy practitioner or group. They an on-line booking system and a dozen or so Yelp reviews (from men and women) over the past 1-2 years.

I go to the place, which is in a slightly run-down but otherwise professional looking building with various medical and office spaces (there was a physical therapist, a psychologist, a hearing specialist, I think I hear the beginnings of an AA meeting in one room I passed by).

I meet the therapist, who is a cute blond in her mid-to-late 20s – maybe showing a tiny bit of extra cleavage, but otherwise dressed as any typical massage therapist. We go over the reasons I am there and what I want her to work on. She leaves to let me get undressed and on the table (I notice her massage therapy license posted on the wall) – the only thing different so far is that the table has a large pillowcase to use as a drape rather than a full sheet, which I think of as a little odd, but don’t give it much thought.

I start out lying face down, which is normal, and the massage of the back goes exactly as expected. I flip to lying on my back and the massage continues. Mostly goes as normal, but I had told her that my hip flexors were bothering me, so the minimal draping combined with her work that close to my crotch starts to get me hard. I know the drape is folded up around it, so I can’t tell how obvious it is, but she most have seen the sheet move a little as I grew. But she seems to have absolutely no reaction, and the massage continues. The only moment that was a tiny bit weird was at the end – she stands at my feet and moves up my legs, sort of pushing down with both hands, but reaches as far as my thighs and hips. She is touching over the drape, but pushing it down so there had to be no mistaking my erection at that point. But then she just offers me a warm towel to wipe off some of the excess oil, she lets me get dressed, I pay for the massage with a little cash tip, and go on my way.

Fast forward to this week, I am feeling a little sore again and go back to the same person. Same routine to start off, but as she is working on my back it feels like she is pushing the boundary a bit more. For instance, at one point she pulled the drape away from both sides and left it bunched basically right over my ass crack. Her reach over my glutes got just a little closer to my ass, and as she worked my hips she reached just a little bit under me – all of which could probably have been passed off as “technique” but was enough to make me question if it was suggestive or not.

Flip over to lie on my back, but with the earlier lead-up, I can’t help growing hard pretty quickly, which causes the sheet to shift. She stops and looks up at me (I’m a little worried what she is about to say), but she touches the edge of the drape and in a totally professional voice asks “Do you want me to take this off of you?”

I manage to respond with “Uh, sure. That would be fine.” And she continues the massage. Maybe I’m a little dopey, but I’m lying there uncovered with a full erection, and I’m still not 100% convinced it is going to go any further. But after about another minute of massage, she finally gets a little bit of a grin and asks “Do you want me to be a ‘strictly professional’ massage therapist, or a ‘naughty’ massage therapist?” I don’t need to be asked twice, so I tell her I like things a little bit naughty.

She continues to massage a bit, but no longer avoids touching the area around my cock or balls as she passes by them, occasionally grabbing them directly. She shifts around to start rubbing my chest, which of course brings her chest down towards my face. I figure there is no pretense now and openly ogle her, and then try to push it a bit further and reach up to grab one of her titties.

She asks “Do you want me to take this off?” which wins my enthusiastic approval. She is a decent c-cup, topped by some of the cutest tiny nipples I have ever seen. When she leans back over I take one in my mouth – she prompts me to switch between them while she continues to work my cock with her hands. I run my hands down her back and over her ass, and she stops to peel down her yoga pants, leaving her thong in place.

At some point she climbs over me on the massage table and rub her body along mine for a bit. She rubs her covered pussy over me a couple times and then slips forward to let me slide between her ass cheeks, before sliding backwards to kneel on my thighs and working me with both hands until I cum. She lets out a little giggle and asks “Did I get it all?” with a wink.

There are still 5-10 minutes left in the session, so she asks if I want her to massage anything else, but I tell her “no, you’ve done a great job!” We both towel off the oil and dress, I pay for the session with an extra tip (a little more this time!), she thanks me with a hug, and I leave.

I wonder how long before my back is sore again?