As I said, the setting was quite intimate to me. When she began working the backs of my thighs she did work up into my glutes. With the slight shifting of my body I could feel myself getting aroused and hard. Again, I was very naive. I had a very strict upbringing. Just being naked under the sheet and a woman touching my body was a new experience for me. I am sure a few moans escaped my mouth. Then as she began working my inner thighs. I could really begin to feel just how hard I was getting. It was to the point of almost uncomfortable and I could feel the wetness of precum. I am sure she could feel me tensing up. Again, she leaned over and whispered, "Just relax and enjoy the feeling. We are almost done." I responded, "Uh, I think we should stop." With her hand still on my thigh, she just said, "It will be ok." She covered me completely and then with very light strokes ran her fingers over my entire body. Eventually, she said she was done. At no point had she touched me inappropriately. I was so relieved it was over. Then I heard her say, "Time to flip over. I will hold the sheet up for your privacy." I knew when I rolled over my cock would be sticking straight up. I was so embarrassed. I think I was almost begging to stop. Again she whispered, "It's okay. I have seen what is happening. It doesn't bother me."
As I flipped I could feel the wetness. I was rock hard. I had never felt that exposed or excited. As promised she held the sheet up. After I got flipped she lowered it back down. She placed a pillow under my head. As she straightened the sheet, it was quite tented. She didn't say anything. With one hand on my chest and one on my thigh, she looked toward my groin and then at me, smiled and said, "It is fine. It doesn't bother me. Just relax." It was reassuring but still I was embarrassed. She then contined the massage working on my arms and hands. My hard on subsided but you could clearly see the wet spot on the sheet. Then she moved to my legs and began working my quads and again my inner thighs. My cock again sprang to life. She never mentioned it but would smile when it twitched and then look at me for my reaction. At no point did she touch it or my scrotum, but came so so close. Finally, she finished my thighs. I was ready to explode. I just wanted this to be done. I was excited but embarrassed. This was wasn't ok. I had been taught this was wrong. Before moving away from my thighs, she slid the sheet down exposing my chest and abdomen. It still covered my cock. She had never exposed or touched it. Then she moved to the top of the table. Smiling down at me, she reached forward and tucked the sheet under my cock. This exposed the abdomen all the way to the base of my cock. Then using warm oil she began working on my shoulders and chest. She had a constant almost wicked smile. Every time she slid over my chest she let her thumbs drag over my nipples. On each pass she was getting closer to my cock. I was begging to stop. I was SO close. Then she did it. Slowly gliding down my chest, over my nipples and down my abdomen she came to a stop just above the base of my cock. The way the sheet was tucked and how it pulled my cock, the backs of her fingers grazed my cock and I exploded. She had barely touched it. Spurt after spurt. I was petrified. When it started she froze. The cum was oozing through the sheet. All I could do was keep apologizing and saying how sorry I was. I think I was almost crying. This wasn't right. I shouldn't have done that. I wasn't supposed to act like this. I felt horrible. It was then I think she realized how traumatic it was for me. When I finally stopped cumming, she slowly pulled her hand away. She just gently whispered that there were wash clthes by the sink that I could use to clean up and she would be outside after I dressed.
The massage was so relaxing but the end, although fantastic and mind-blowing in one sense, was devastating in another. When I went to leave, I couldn't even look at her. The shame and embarrassment was intense. Before I could get out the door she stopped me. She told me we needed to talk. I didn't want to. I just wanted to leave. She insisted. Eventually, I agreed and we sat down. First she explained I had done nothing wrong. In fact, if anybody was at fault it was her. Finally I stopped insisting it was my fault and calmed down. Then she explained that my body's reaction was not unusual. That men often become excited. That it is our body's way of relieving tension. She did caution that not all therapists believed this and that some were quite offended. She could tell I was starting to tense up. She sensed it and assured me she wasn't one of them. Actually, she believed it was/or should be a part of a good massage. Although, she did say she believed she shouldn't actually physically cause it to happen by touching it. If the body reacted it was fine but she would not perform a happy ending. Then she apologized for not understanding how much it would affect me. She actually thanked me for teaching her something. How she needed to be more attentive to the signs of her clients. By the end of our conversation I had come to grips with what had happened. Although still somewhat embarrassed and still a bit of a sense that it was wrong, I felt better knowing that she was not angry.
