My Erotic “Professional Massage”

Okay, so many things I want to share in this post.  First, volleyball coach and I are going strong and he is so sweet.  My birthday weekend has turned out to be super busy with him throwing a bachelor party for his friend, so he surprised me with a spa booking (just for me to enjoy, because he couldn’t be there).  So here I am having the most pampering day, getting my hair done and getting a massage and thinking about how I want to be the best girlfriend for him, not just by being nice to him, but by being the best version of myself.

So the second thing I want to share is that the masseuse just gave me the most erotic massage I’ve ever experienced at a spa.  There was just so much sexual tension, and I don’t think I’m misinterpreting.  I’ve had many massages by registered and non-registered masseuses before.  The massage started normally with him feeling for knots over the covers.  Then he pulled the sheets all the way down to the middle of my buttocks.  He started off on the knots in my upper buttocks, okay, at this point I still felt the massage was normal, though looking back I don’t think that’s how draping should work for the buttocks part.  He massaged my back, though he also put his hand under my torso and massaged my front side almost all the way up to my breasts.  This has never happened before during any of my massages, but at this point I still felt it was normal.  He did a great job on my shoulders too.

When he got to my legs, he draped the sheets all the way up to my butt crack.  He massaged all the way up my legs and most definitely brushed my outer vaginal lips several times.  He also massaged my pelvis and what I mean by that is the frontal area where the legs touches the torso, and grazed the pubic bone area.  So at this point, I am becoming aroused so I am more aware of his massage that is becoming more and more erotic.  He asked me to flip over (this is normal during a regular massage), and while I was on my back he massaged my legs and he made sure to go all the way up my inner thigh, while massaging my buttocks and again grazing my vaginal lip area.  He did this on the left side, and when he got to the right side he massaged my legs all the way up to my torso in one sweeping motion (leg, buttocks, abdomen).  I thought this was a clear sign he wanted to see how comfortable I was because there was a lack of symmetry between the left and right sides.

When he got to my arms, he made sure to brush up against the side of my breasts with his arms as he massaged my biceps.  And when he was done massaging each arm, he placed them on my lower abdomen, close to my privates and over the sheet.  Everything was just so subtle, yet sexual.  When he massaged my head, he put his large hands over my throat in a choking like motion and tugged on my hair.  Oh, and did I mention that at this point I am so turned on that I was welcoming all of this?  I enjoyed every bit of it.  As he was massaging my head and pulling my hair, he was standing right behind my head and he was breathing on me, and he bent down as he massaged the upper part of my chest, and as he bent down I felt that his crotch was probably touching the upper part of my head given how high the massage table was.

At the end of the massage, I thanked him, and he said that “the pleasure was all his”.  Oh my god, it’s like I’m in some kind of porno or something.  It was so unexpected, and really do not think I am exaggerating any of this.  I don’t think I could make this up if I tried.  It’s just so subtle and not entirely outright sexual.  I think I would’ve enjoyed it more if I wasn’t on my period and feeling sub-conscious about bleeding on the sheets that were practically right up against my ass crack.  I tipped him well and went home to masturbate several times.

I think in this day and age most people would feel like that was a violation, some kind of sexual assault.  I do wonder if a more natural response was to have been angry, but I really don’t think that I am. He added just enough pizzaz to my day and it was welcomed.

Will I be telling volleyball coach any of this?  I used to be entirely open to my partners about things like this, and they never cared and it might even come off as I’m flaunting that other men want me.  Now, I feel like I’m more mature about relationships.  I’m not cheating on volleyball coach and I can’t imagine telling him this story would make him feel good nor would he think it was a good laugh.  I think I’m just going to keep this one to myself and maybe a close girlfriend.  It’s just something that happened.


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