I found a male masseur (urban life adult novel)

I saw a netizen on a forum mentioning a full body oil massage, saying that she felt so comfortable that she almost had an orgasm.

The masseur asked: Do you want a full body massage with oil? I said yes, and he closed the door and asked me to sit on the edge of the bed.

He is about 35 years old, about 183 cm tall, with a good build, fair skin, and quite handsome. He is my type. With a professional smile. At this moment, I suddenly felt a little embarrassed, because after all, I came with the intention of asking for special service. But this discomfort only lasted for a second, because I said to myself, I am a guest, how can a guest be afraid of a waiter.

At this time, the masseur smiled and said: Let me change your clothes. I stood up and he unbuttoned my shirt and took it off (including my bra) quickly. I felt embarrassed to ask him to help me take off my pants, so I took off my trousers myself and kept my underwear on.

At this time, he had already arranged the pillows, laid out a bath towel, asked me to put on a disposable massage suit, and asked me to lie on the bed.

After I lay down, he said: Let me help you take off your underwear, and then he pulled my underwear down from behind and took it off. This is obviously to avoid the embarrassment of the guests taking off this last piece of clothing. Then she asked me about the air-conditioning temperature, adjusted it, and asked me whether I wanted to watch TV or listen to music. I chose light music.

He dimmed the lights and began serving, appearing very professional at first.

Start by pressing your hands from your shoulders toward your back. He then carefully asked me if my hands were cold, heavy, etc. I have done this kind of ordinary massage many times, so I am used to it. Anyway, it starts with the back and waist, then the hips, legs and feet, then the arms can be massaged, and then the customer is asked to turn over, it seems that this is the order everywhere.

But now, because I was thinking about touching him, I began to think in a sexy way, so every time he touched my naked skin with his hands, I felt a little more of that feeling.

I found that once people’s hearts move in that direction, they do seem to feel different. It was like this when we started doing it before we touched any sensitive areas.

So I started chatting with him. It's nothing but idle chatter. He speaks very nicely and carefully.

I asked him if he had many female customers, and he said not many.

I asked him if only female guests were served here, and he said yes, they only cater to female guests here.

After chatting for a while, we ran out of things to say and just remained silent.

His massage was really comfortable. I felt my lower body was a little wet, probably because of the anticipation. When he asked me to turn over, my heart beat faster because I knew he was going to massage my breasts.

At this time, I felt my face getting a little red, but fortunately the light was not strong and he probably couldn't see it. I turned over and immediately closed my eyes. He covered my lower body with a towel and came in front of my head.

Sure enough, at this time he asked me: Is there any place that is inconvenient for you to press? Out of curiosity, I asked: Where are the other guests?

He said: Oh, some customers don’t allow nipple massage, because they are reserved for gentlemen. After saying that, we both laughed. This smile washed away all the embarrassment.

Me: Most? He said: It doesn't matter, just press anywhere, it's quite comfortable. I said: I don’t care.

Maybe it was the passion of facing a stranger of the opposite sex, when his hands slid across my nipples, I actually trembled slightly and made a sound.

The feeling of having deft hands massaging my nipples is amazing! I believe that many women will have some kind of sexual pleasure at this time, and may also feel embarrassed, so he spoke very experiencedly: Are you comfortable? Many people come to do it, and the effect is very good. Nowadays, people are so tired at work, so they come here to relax after work!

I now believe what the blog says.

Because I found that he would observe me, and he found that I really liked him massaging my chest, so he pushed my chest repeatedly. After pushing for a while, he used a very comfortable movement: starting from my armpits, he put his hands over my breasts and nipples, pushed down along my ribs, all the way to the side of half my buttocks, and then turned back... Then he did it in the opposite direction: starting from the neck and pushing down, passing through the breasts and abdomen, until he touched my pubic hair, and then retracted from the side.

Every time he pushed towards my lower body, I felt very excited, as if my body was expecting him to go further down...

I kept silent, this time because I was a little embarrassed to answer. I felt like he pushed further into my vagina this time, as if trying to seduce me.

At this moment, he did something that I didn't expect: he put his hands on my breasts and quickly rubbed my nipples with his fingers! This is a very exciting action.

He said, "It feels comfortable, right?" and my expression must have been very strange at that time. I bit my lip and said: Yeah.

As he continued to caress my nipples, I closed my eyes and simply moaned because I couldn't control it. Massaging my nipples was really stimulating, and I felt like all the nerves in my brain were moving. He continued to slowly rotate and massage my breasts with the palms of his hands.

I read a short story that talked about a female customer who developed some kind of tacit feelings for a male masseur during a massage. This is the novelist's romantic imagination. In fact, the relationship between us as strangers is based on money. I pay and he provides me with services. I think many women may lose interest when they think about this, because the intimacy they pursue is not only physical but also emotional.

I personally have always liked massage, because I think whether you go for beauty treatments or see a doctor, you go for the sake of your health, and of course you should try your best to relax, otherwise you will be wasting money. Some men and women may also ask, if there are physical needs, why not find a man? I think the principle is the same as masturbation: many men or women masturbate, either because their sexual partner is unable to accompany them in bed at the moment; or because the climax of masturbation and the climax of sexual intercourse cannot replace each other and each has its own advantages.

Although I have my husband by my side in daily life. But your husband cannot caress your skin as delicately as these professional male masseurs and make you relax your whole body.

Psychologically, my husband is the active one, the conqueror; the male masseur is someone I hired with my money, and he serves me. So the massage that the male masseur gave me was better than my husband’s.

At this time he did not continue, but went out.

He came back half a minute later with a hot bath towel, spread it on my body, gently wiped off the oil, and asked me to turn over and lie on my stomach.

I wanted to ask why, but I didn't feel comfortable enough to do so. I guessed that this was probably a service procedure.

I later found out that I was right. In order to attract repeat customers, they always press the button for a sufficient amount of time so that the customers feel it is worth it. He started from the back, and this time the feeling was different from before. He stroked my back and waist gently like a lover...it seemed as if his hands had not only twenty fingers, but many fingers covering every nerve ending.

He kept touching me, and a slight moan came from his mouth: Ah...Oh...

I soon felt it, and my lower body felt even wetter, and my lower body unconsciously rubbed against the towel beneath me. Then I heard him take off his shoes, kneel down behind my body, and push my butt and waist. These two places are women's sensitive areas, so of course he won't let them go. His massage was so comfortable that I instinctively raised my buttocks up. But he didn't stimulate my core area right away.

He knelt forward, bent down, and moved his hands from the buttocks, across the waist and back, then slid to the sides and reached forward to touch the breasts! I couldn't control myself at that time. When he touched my nipples, I made an "oh oh" sound and inhaled hard. He also moaned a few times in response and continued to rub my nipples.

I felt that the nerves in my nipples were directly connected to my brain, and I felt waves of stimulation, as if my whole body was relaxed and water was being secreted from my lower body. I unconsciously raised my upper body so that he could grasp my breasts, while my body twisted helplessly and involuntarily and I continued to moan.

He probably thought my moans were too loud, so he got up and turned up the music, then came back to continue in the original position.

Because he caressed my breasts so comfortably, my senses were concentrated on my breasts and lower body, and my waist and back were no longer sensitive. So even though he made a large circular movement (from the buttocks, waist, back to the breasts, and then back through the abdomen), he mainly stayed on the breasts. I must have been very out of control at the time: I was sticking my butt out and moaning.

He sat up at this time and pressed my waist gently. I understood and lay down. He put some oil on his hands and sprinkled it in the crack of my ass.

Oh my god, I knew he might be massaging my asshole, but then I thought, that shouldn’t be possible, right?

Before I could think about it, his fingers had already passed there. He is very good at playing: he uses both hands to touch my buttocks in turn, and I get excited every time he passes my anus. He takes turns touching me like this, and my excitement keeps jumping up and down. I guess all my water had flowed onto the towel by now.

He spoke at this time: Are you comfortable? I didn't say anything, just grunted.

He then let his fingers stay at my anus, massaging the anal area, rotating, and gently wriggling, and his other hand pressed on my butt, making me feel so comfortable! She herself must have known that the customer was enjoying himself at this time, so his professional moans were louder.

At this time, I was somewhat moved by him, so I said with a blushing face: You can only use your hands, can you push me with your body? He answered like an expert: Is it body push? Well, that's no problem for me, but you have to give me 1,000 more yuan. We all consume physical energy doing this.

I thought, since I have already done it and it feels so good, I should just do it. So I agreed to his request.

He was on top of me from behind, his arms in front of my head. I immediately felt his root scratching my back, itching. His professional moans also became louder. I don't know how much of them were real. He should feel comfortable too. He continued to press down and use his body to massage me.

While asking: Just tell me if the pressure is heavy. I said it's okay, it's fine.

This way of massaging his back is more comfortable than using hands because the contact surface is larger and it is his sensitive organ, so it feels more like skin-to-skin. He used his body to massage my back, then gradually moved downwards and rotated on my butt... I felt a little embarrassed at this time, after all, it was contact between the genitals of a man and a woman, but he probably didn't care, and continued to do it, sandwiching his dick in the crack of my butt to tease me!

I was already on the verge of orgasm at this time, and I was bold enough, so I just said: Can you massage my butt with your hands again? I made this request because the massage he gave my anus just now was so comfortable that I felt like I was about to have an orgasm.

He said okay, and then he massaged my anus again like before. I could feel it was coming, so I said: Keep going like this, don't stop. He said okay, and I didn't stop, and he even increased the volume of his moans.

I had never orgasmed from an asshole massage before, and of course, no one had ever caressed my ass for a long time before touching my vagina, but this time I really came. My lower body was pressed tightly against the bath towel, and when he pressed my butt with his fingers, I felt my clitoris trembling and I had an orgasm!

I was afraid that the screams would be too loud, so I bit my lips to hold back my moans.

After this wave passed, I reached down and touched myself while panting: the vaginal opening and the towel underneath were all wet!

Sister, do you want to take a rest? I said okay, climbed up, and saw that I was naked. He was also naked. He lifted a corner of the bath towel and wiped the water off my lower body. I was very embarrassed, but seeing how focused he was, I relaxed. Then he gently pulled off the wet towel and put a clean one on top.

I put on my shirt and got out of bed. (He left for a minute, and I sat naked on the bed, watching the light shining on my oiled breasts, which were glittering. I smiled to myself, thinking, I didn't expect that I could play like this. I had difficulty reaching the climax that I usually had, but this pretty boy brought me to it several times easily. When I thought of this, I felt a tingling sensation like an electric current flowing through my body, which was comfortable.)

He brought me a glass of warm water and said, "Let's chat." I took the initiative to greet him.

Me: Do other people go through the same thing as me? He: Rarely

He: You look comfortable. Me: Of course, I haven’t felt this good in a long time.

Him: Are you married? ? I thought about it and said: I’m married and feel good with my husband.

He: Your husband wouldn’t do that to you, would he? Me: My husband can do it too, but not as well as you.

He smiled smugly.

He: Do you want more? Me: What?

He: There are more comfortable places. I smiled and said: I don’t want to leave yet.

He: Okay, I haven’t finished the whole set yet, I didn’t expect you to do it first... He took a break and listened to some songs.

After I reached orgasm, I held him tightly and refused to let go. He whispered in my ear: It's all wet, my hands are all wet.

I said: It’s so...comfortable! After sitting up, he wiped the oil off my body with a towel. Looking at his body, I had some mischievous ideas and said I wanted to eat it too, and suck his nipples and base. He didn't resist, let me lick him, and continued to moan professionally!