A Day in the Life of a Massage Therapist

A sweltering summer stood outside the window. No one was stopping by the massage room, and such a wonderful warm evening was passing me by. Out of boredom, I was flipping through some empty magazine for the hundredth time.

Suddenly, someone knocked on the door.

"Are you available?"

A woman stood at the threshold of my office. A little over thirty, very well-groomed, with a pleasant smile on her face.

"Yes, of course, come in, undress and lie down. I'll be right there."

After washing my hands and slightly warming the oil, I returned to the room. The client was already lying on the massage table. She had kept on her black lingerie. More precisely, only a thin strip of her panties divided her rather

firm buttocks in half. Her beautiful, well-groomed body and even tan spoke of a woman who loved her body.

"Is anything hurting you?"

"No, I just want a massage," she replied.

Wetting my hands with oil and pouring a little on her back, I began to gradually rub it into her skin.

"I remembered, my legs sometimes ache."

"Okay, I can start the massage with them."

After still warming up her back a little, I proceeded to massage her legs. Finishing with the lower part, running my palms from her feet up her calves and rising higher, I noticed goosebumps beginning to appear on her body. But I didn't pay much attention to it. Carefully massaging her buttocks, I began to increase the amplitude and speed of my hand movements. And with each of my actions, she slightly raised them to meet my hands. Somewhere in my subconscious, I guessed she wanted something more. Although at that moment, I thought I was just imagining it.

Placing a towel next to her so she could cover her chest, I asked her to turn onto her back, while I myself turned away.

"I'm ready."

I heard from behind me.

"Would you mind if I remove your underwear? It's in my way,"

I asked.

"If it's really in your way, take it off, I don't mind."

Pulling her panties off, I saw a mesmerizing sight. A clean-shaven pubic mound ended with a large clitoral pearl. From which spread large labia. She wasn't just moist; she was wet. Moisture was simply seeping from her. Another drop of her lubrication slid down her perineum toward her buttocks. I inhaled through my nose and caught a faint musky scent.

"Come what may," I thought, and lowering myself, I pressed my lips to her vagina. I parted her lips and ran my tongue from her perineum along the entrance to her vagina and stopped on her clitoris. Hearing something between a moan and a sigh, I looked up at her face. Her eyes were still closed. Only her lip was slightly bitten. And her fingers were teasing her now fully erect, firm nipples.

I wrapped my hands around her buttocks and began to lick her vagina, trying to insert my tongue as deep as possible. With every movement, she thrust her rear up to meet me. The sheet beneath her was already wet. Grabbing my hair, she pressed my head against her pubic mound.

"Don't take your tongue out, don't stop. Please keep going. Yes... yes... yes."

I had the feeling that I was being "fucked." She held my head and impaled herself on my tongue. But I loved it madly. I felt her clitoris pulsing, the walls of her vagina contracting. She inserted a finger into her anus, and with my tongue, I could feel it through the thin partition of skin inside her vagina.

"More, deeper, yes like that, don't stop. YES... YES... YES... MORE MOREEEE... AAAAA.... !!!!"

I felt my tongue being clamped inside her. Her body began to be wracked with fine tremors, her legs involuntarily contracting. She moaned, cried out, and collapsed, spent, onto the massage table. I went to the sink to wash my face, and she began to get dressed.

"Can I come tomorrow at the same time for a massage?"

"Unfortunately, no, I have an appointment at the same time tomorrow. But if you want, you can come in the evening."

She left, and I didn't even ask her name. But I so wanted tomorrow evening to come as soon as possible.