Free Use Single Mom Gets a Massage

I'm just back from the most confusing massage I've ever had. Earlier this week I had decided that I'd had enough. I was exhausted. Single mom life had gotten the best of me lately. At work, two bitches in particular, Henada and Christina, have me at my breaking point. I'm partnered up with an amazing man, but with both of us having been married twice before, we've found an amazing life of very happily not cohabitating. So, I often find myself spread a little too thin.

At my mental limit and physically, feeling the effects of my all too rambunctious 8 and 11-year old, I decided I needed some body work. In my younger years I would have splurged for a bougie spa experience, but I wasn't looking for a honey scrub or a seaweed wrap. I don't care for a plush bathrobe and slippers. I just wanted some strong hands and an hour of peace. So, with some Google searching done, I found a place not too far from the house that looked perfect!

I dropped the little terrors off to their dad and, being told they take walk-ins, headed over for my much needed me time.

I found the address. A nice, nondescript strip center and with storefront signage - Zen Therapy Spa. I felt a little niggle in the back of my brain when seeing the red neon "massage" sign in the window but disregarded before really even giving it much thought.

I was greeted by a kind Asian woman upon entering who introduced herself as "Mia". Having researched the offering, this wasn't a surprise as their website referred to "traditional Chinese" massage. Whatever that means. The place was bright and clean and smelled very nicely. I paid with credit card and paused, seeing the smallest prompted tip amount of 30%. At what I believed was a relatively cheap massage price of $70, I went ahead and gave the $21 tip ahead of time.

Mia showed me back to the massage room, which was dimly lit and was filled with the calming scent of lavender and the sound of soft instrumental music. Standing at the foot of the massage table, I could now see that Mia was absolutely beautiful. Petite though not without curves. Probably 5'3" and certainly no more than 115 pounds. She looked young in the way that many Asian women do -- she could easily have been 26 or 36. She wore little white chino shorts and a fitted navy polo. Her long black hair was pulled up in a pony. I'd known some South Korean women and figured that's probably where she was from. Lost in thought, I barely registered her direction to disrobe and lie face down under the sheet.

Where most massage therapists I'd been to leave the room, allowing for privacy while disrobing, Mia did not. She readied herself while I stripped and whether it was intentional or not, our eyes caught as I took off my bra and did the requisite boob grab and fondle at the sudden feeling of freedom. Mia blushed and dropped her eyes. I smiled inwardly.

Sliding under the sheet as directed, I did notice that there was just a single sheet. Most spas I'd been to provide several layers of draping. Typically, at least one sheet and a light blanket which the masseuse would tightly drape the areas not currently being worked. I disregarded the thought, as I was pretty far from being described as a modest person. I love being naked, am proud of my body, and would more likely respond "you're welcome" than "I'm sorry" in the event of a public wardrobe malfunction.

Seeing I was ready, Mia ran a hand along my body from ankle to shoulder, taking position at the head of the table. She asked in very good, though accented English how much pressure I preferred. Given her small stature, I told her I wanted it hard. She responded with confirmation and my eyes shot open through the face rest when I felt the sheet being pulled down entirely to the back of my thighs, leaving my ass uncovered and on display.

I reminded myself to relax and enjoy, so I closed my eyes again and went with it. Mia's hands moved skillfully over my back, kneading out the knots of tension. I felt the toxicity of those work bitches melting from my shoulders. I quickly fell in a deep state of relaxation. Her hands were glorious! She alternated long strokes down my spine with deep kneading of the muscles, focusing where the little marble shaped knots revealed themselves.

Moving to one side of the table she continued these long, luxurious strokes further and further down my back, first barely reaching my left ass cheek, then further. And further. The massaging and kneading of my back transitioned over a few strokes to sole focus of my left ass cheek. For my entire adult life I've loved ass play of virtually any sort, and while this was not a sexual experience, it was amazing! Guys so often have played with my ass and then moved on or have tried to dive in deeper. The simple pleasure of having my ass kneaded like a sourdough loaf was beyond description. I couldn't help but notice too, that while she worked, there was a pronounced spreading of my left cheek from my right, leaving what I could only imagine to be a gaping view of my ass and pussy.

At this point I think I felt my body start to respond. I should probably pause and tell you a little more about me because I am having some serious mixed feelings. Yes, I've been in relationships with women in the past and was even married to a woman in my 20's. But I don't think this reaction was me simply being attracted to Mia. I think it's more a function the nature of sexual relationship I have with John, my partner.

It's funny, I went for most of my adult life coaxing my partners into acting out my "darkest" fantasies, being made to feel like I'm somehow less than, for wanting experiences that most consider unusual. That is, until I met John, because his kinks are the mirror image to my own. We lead a Free Use lifestyle. As a highly placed executive at one of the largest media companies in the world, when I'm not in work mode, I really don't want to think about or organize much of anything at all. So, my body is his to use where, when and how he wants. Kid time aside, there is literally nothing that isn't available to him when he wants it. I've always been shamed for wanting to act out r@pe fantasies. I've always felt embarrassed to ask for a partner to fuck my ass. I've always thought I was a bad feminist for wanting a partner to abuse me sexually.

Then John came along who similarly felt like a really bad man for wanting these things. As liberal and woman loving as he is, he'd never thought it possible to find someone who longed to be woken abruptly and fucked in the ass without any warming up at all. He's the most honorable man I've ever met, who I love that much more for destroying my face with cock and cum.

All this is to say, that I THINK my body is just used to responding to touch outside of the context of a typical romantic or sexual experience. So, when Mia moved from my left butt cheek and to the other side of the table, beginning again with long strokes up and down my right side, gone was that initial deep relaxation state. And in its place, a curious anticipation. Hyper focus on where her hands were. How they lingered. And following the same pattern as before, her hands found their way to my right butt cheek. Kneading. Spreading.. I bit my lip to keep from making a sound. But I felt my hips involuntarily tip upward when Mia's hands went from cheek to cheek -- massaging both now in earnest. What was happening? All of a sudden conscious of my breathing, I didn't know what to do.

I found myself in surprising disappointment when Mia continued down my right side to work on my leg, re-situating the sheet such that it now covered my upper body, but remained well above my waist. My ass (thankfully??) still exposed. I tried to regain my composure and settle back into relaxation as she worked my leg, calf and foot, though it was difficult because Mia kept one hand curiously on my ass. I couldn't rid myself of this curious anticipation. She seemed to leverage herself using my ass to apply pressure to my leg. And her hand wasn't just on my ass cheek, but I noticed her fingers kneading further and further into my ass crack and occasionally felt a finger at my actual asshole. I couldn't help my hips. They leaned in!

She moved to my other leg, her hand finding its place on my left ass cheek. I was now completely unaware of anything but her finger that always seemed in contact with my little rosebud of an asshole. I should have clenched my ass closed, limiting access. I should have asked her to stop. I should have done a lot of things,,,,, but I didn't.

Thinking I was beyond surprise at this point, but I guess I should have known better. Mia now on my right leg, took my knee and pulled it up and to the right. Placing my leg into a half frog stretch. I was absolutely panting! Picture this. Lying face down, right leg spread far to the right and at a right angle. My pussy and ass now spread open, and I was very conscious of the fact that I was SOPPING wet. And it had to have been obvious. Mia pressed into the upper inside of my thigh -- ostensibly massaging my upper hamstring and glute -- but her fingers were agonizingly close to my pussy. My hips mirrored her movement and I had precisely zero control. When her hands traced down my leg they would relax, and on the upstroke nearly grazing my pussy, my hips tensed and moved upward in invitation. But at this point there was no obvious sexual contact.

The air was filled with the sound of my breathing and sweet smell of my desire.

One of the nice things was that Mia was nothing if not symmetrical. I was actually drooling through the face rest, when I felt Mia replace my right leg to it's original position then move to the left side. She pulled my left knee out to the side and up into that frog stretch position -- this time with the knowledge of what she was doing, I assisted a little and pulled leg as far out and up as I could while trying to be discreet. "Discreet".. That's funny. I was trying to "discreetly" open my pussy and ass as far as I physically could.

Mia resumed her attention to my upper hamstring and glute, her fingers again coming achingly close to my pussy. Though this time I felt her fingers lightly graze my labia and I could't help a slight moan. She consistently though seemed not shy at all at touching my asshole. Using her thumbs to apply the deepest pressure, she would knead the actual muscles, then on each stroke up she ended with softer pressure directly into my asshole itself. I never felt actual penetration, but it wouldn't have taken much pressure at all for those tiny little thumbs of hers to wriggle into my wanting ass.

I stopped any pretense at moving my hips with her strokes and I freely let my breath go as it would, no longer trying to quiet my breathing. I aggressively pushed my hips and ass into her delicious fingers. Time stood still. I didn't want it to end, but at the same time I wanted more.

After what could have been five minutes or 45, I felt her replace my left leg, and with an intimate caress of my ass, she asked if I wanted to turn over. I was incapable of coherent thought, let alone speech. So I simply mumbled something and turned over.

My skin slick with oil, as I turned over, the sheet clung to my skin which had the effect of taking the sheet with me as I flipped. I didn't make a move to replace it. She didn't ask.

I should have replaced the sheet. I should have at the very least pulled my legs closed in an attempt at modesty. But I didn't. And I didn't. Instead, I laid spread eagle -- feet hanging off each side of the table with my wet pussy exposed and asking for attention.

Mia took her original place at the head of the table, standing over me, this time with me face up. My breathing hadn't fully recovered, and I was a little deflated at no longer having my pussy and ass played with, but I tried nonetheless to regain my composure.

Mia oiled her hands and began massaging my upper pectoral muscles, just below my collar bones. She leaned over and ran her hands down both of my arms, bending such that her little, polo-covered breasts came within a half inch of my face. She again had my attention. Upward stroke of my arms and she stood up, before kneading downward again and this time her chest made contact and smothered my face. I inhaled her clean scent, and I tried to keep myself from noticeably nuzzling in. She repeated this a few times and again, I found my breathing ragged.

Standing at the head of the table, she oiled her hands again and with a clinical touch began massaging my breasts. I'm a large DD and so many men seem focused on my nipples when playing with my breasts, and maybe that's the difference in what I was feeling. Where previously so much of the attention had been "playing" for their interest, as opposed to this amazing, actual massage of my breasts. It was other-worldly. At once therapeutic attention to the underlying muscles AND intensely erotic. She would alternate one breast per hand, then other times taking a single breast in both hands and deeply cupping, massaging, almost lightly twisting the skin and tissue in the whole of her hands. I've never orgasmed simply from breast play, but I sincerely think it could have been possible if she'd stayed there for much longer. But as it was, she moved on -- again, with my breating ragged and I'm sure my pussy dripping.

She rubbed my abdomen as she moved further down, her hand coming to rest on my pubic mound, as she rubbed down my right leg with the other hand. Much in the same way that she kept a hand firmly inside my ass crack while rubbing the back of my legs, so she did the same with the palm of her hand cupping the outside of my pussy. I again tried to keep my hips under control and avoid humping her hand, but there's only so much a girl can control. Again, lost in time and the sensations. She again took my right knee and pulled it out to the right and up, my pussy now more than ever open and gaping. I whimpered.

With my knee wedged into her chest, she again massaged the upper insides of my thigh, now focusing on my groin, and stretching me to the limit of my hip mobility. I loved the feel of her fingers now consistently grazing my pussy, making eye contact as she did so. I groaned and whimpered at will, no longer hiding my arousal and desire. Cupping my pussy fully, she gave me a squeeze, before replacing my right leg and moving to the other side of the table. Again with the sweet symmetry!

She replicated the treatment with my left knee pulled wide and up into her own chest, her hand kneading my groin and fingers now rhythmically brushing my pussy. I breathed with her rhythm and groaned heavily when she cupped and squeezed my wet pussy, replacing my leg down to the other.

I was at a loss for words. I didn't know what to think or what to expect next. My pussy was singing and I felt like I'd been on the edge of cumming for the last thirty minutes. I was both worried that she would, and scared that she might not give me the sweet relief of orgasm that I was now hungrily craving. I've never had mixed feelings to such a degree as I had in this moment.

Mia dimmed the lights further and returned to my side. What did this mean? She returned her hands to my body, stroking my thigh with one hand and cupping my breast with the other. My legs spread slightly without even meaning to. Mia brought her hand up my thigh and cupped my pussy with her palm, pressing into it as I met her palm with a push of my hips. Continuing to massage my breast with her left hand, she slipped a finger inside me with her right and I stifled a deep guttural moan, finally feeling the direct contact I'd been teased with for the last hour.

With her right hand she continued to slip a finger softly and gingerly in and out of my pussy. I was so wet, it was almost shocking. I can't tell you how good her fingers felt. She withdrew and ventured fingers down to my asshole and circled it, my mind exploding with anticipation. My breath completely out of control.

Her left hand released my breast and trailed down my stomach. I then felt what must have been her thumb on my clit, and I gasped at the shock and intensity of the feeling. She circled my clit with my thumb ever so lightly at first, as I felt her index finger of her right hand slide back inside me. My back arched and I covered my mouth with my hand so I didn't scream out. Her initial light touch on my clit became more focused in pressure and the finger moving in and out of my pussy continued in a delicious, slow rhythm. Having been on the edge for so long it didn't take long before I felt my orgasm slowly starting to build. Her touch was so delicious I didn't want it to end, and I fought it. I didn't want her to stop exploring my body, her touch so delicate and skilled. But I was losing the fight. My orgasm welled up from deep inside me. The pressure on my clit harder, but she maintained an unchanged rhythm. The finger inside so good. Building. It was coming and I couldn't stop it. With the first roll of my orgasm, she slid the middle finger of her right inside my asshole, and I ripped the pillow over my face as it hit me. Wave after wave, I came so fucking hard. One finger deep in my pussy. One finger deep in my asshole. A skilled thumb never losing contact with my clit as I bucked my hips hungrily into her. It felt like a never-ending orgasm as she played my body like a stringed instrument.

It started to subside, and my body relaxed. She slowly extricated her fingers from my body, and I moaned at the intense feelings, all nerve endings now raw with the intensity of feeling. And with that, my body collapsed into total relaxation. Mia replaced the sheet over me and stepped out of the room, likely to wash her hands of the remnants of my orgasm.

I drifted between sleep and total, utter relaxation. I don't know how long she was gone, but upon coming back she ran hands up and down my legs in a soft caress. Coming back to consciousness I began to feel a mix of embarrassment and,,, shame(??). Mia asked me if I was ok, to which I responded that I was with a big smile. She asked me if everything was ok, which I responded with a smile that it was. Mia smiled big and said she hope that I felt good and relaxed, and wished me to come back again soon. I blushed and said that I absolutely would!

I clumsily got dressed and after guiltily emptying a few $20 bills from my purse and leaving them on the massage table, I made my way out to the car, blushing a bit at the other lady manning the front desk on my way out. I got in my car and buried my face in my hands with a squeal and a laugh. Did that just happen?! What will John think? I hope I won't be in trouble, but I somehow don't think I will be. Something tells me I'll have a cock in my mouth before I even get done telling him the story!