Before I start this story I feel the need to write a small disclaimer. This is a fantasy. Unless you are at one of those special massage places, your massage therapists is not going to have sex with you. Massage therapists are professionals and deserve to be treated as such.
That said, there is nothing wrong with a little fantasizing, as long as you recognize that that is all it is.
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I get massages quite regularly, both because my job has me sitting still most of the time, often leaving me stiff and sore, but also because I enjoy being touched, even in a seemingly non-sexual way.
I say seemingly non-sexual because despite the fact that it is not supposed to be sexual, that does not keep me from being highly aroused by the feel of my massage therapist's hands sliding over my body. It also doesn't hurt that she is seriously hot.
It has gotten to a point where my bi-weekly visits to her office always ends with me hurrying home and using my hands to get off, imagining that it is her hands that has found their way to my naughty places.
Luckily her policy is that you have to bring your own sheet to lie on and your own towels to cover up, otherwise there would be no way to hide the wet spot that is always there after a session.
That doesn't help cover my moans, though. She usually remarks upon how sore my muscles must be when I can't keep from moaning out loud, but whether she believes it or is simply pretending in order to spare me from embarrassment, I do not know. It doesn't seem to make her uncomfortable massaging me, so I try not to worry and simply enjoy it.
That is where I am now, lying naked on my stomach, covered only by a small towel placed on top of my ass. It is late afternoon and Ellen, that's my massage therapist, has told me that I am her last appointment for the day. I usually try to avoid that, so I don't feel obligated to stick around making small talk after, but can simply hurry home and take care of my horniness, but today it was the only time available and so I took it.
I usually get a full body massage and it usually proceeds in the same order, starting with me on my stomach, and Ellen working first my back, from the top down to just above my ass and then my legs, starting at my feet and moving up. Afterwards I turn around and she starts at my face, then moving to my shoulders and the muscles at the top of my chest. Then she does my stomach, before moving down to my feet and, again, moving up my legs.
It is usually by the time she reaches the upper part of my legs the first time that I begin to get aroused and by the time I turn over I can usually already feel the wetness between my legs.
Today is even worse because I haven't had opportunity to get off in the last couple of days. I am single, but usually my toys keep me happy at least every other day and most of the time every day.
This means that today, she has barely started on my feet when I start to feel a tingling feeling between my legs.
I don't usually consider my feet erogenous zones, but the feel of Ellen's fingers pressing into my flesh is enough to get me going. Of course it could be the fact that I am imagining her fingers pushing into another part of my body that is having the effect.
Ellen, unaware of my aroused state, at least to my knowledge, moves her hands up to my left calf muscle and start gently sliding over it. Her hands are slippery with the massage oil she uses, which gives off a slight menthol scent. I have often wondered how it would feel if applied to certain sensitive parts of my body. I have a lube at home that smells similar and when applied to my sensitive areas it has a tingling, almost slightly burning effect that is quite pleasant.
The fingers on my calf are starting to dig into the muscles, the soreness reminding me that I am not just here for sexual reasons. Originally the thought that I would be aroused by the massage hadn't even entered my mind and it wasn't until I was lying there the first time and I felt my nipples start to harden that I realized it would be more than simply a loosening of my sore muscles.
The fingers working my calf slowly work their way up the muscle until they reach just below my knee. While having the soreness of my muscles worked feels nice, part of me hungers to feel the fingers stroking the back of my thigh and is supremely dissatisfied when, instead of continuing up, the fingers move onto my other calf and begin to work that instead.
There is something to be said for a slow build up, for allowing the anticipation to rise slowly, but today I just want to move on, want to feel the fingers touch my thighs, my butt, slide between my legs to my wet core. Not that that has ever happened, of course, but my mind still insists that it is where this should be going.
At the image that presents itself to my mind, I feel a small shiver go through my nether bits and I can't help but let out a small sound as a warm pleasure radiates from between my legs.
At my sound Ellen temporarily stops massaging my calf and asks. "Am I being too rough with you?"
I take a few seconds to steady my breath before responding. "No, I think I was just surprised that is all."
"Okay, but you seem really tense today, so let me know if I need to be gentler," she says before returning her attention to her fingers working their way up my calf muscle.
As I lay there, I try to force my focus away from my arousal and the fantasies that keep trying to push their way to the foreground of my mind. I know I have a good while to go before the massage is over and then I will have to get up, get dressed and go home before I can satisfy myself.
The inner battle has distracted me to the point where I don't notice that Ellen has finished with my calf and is moving on to the back of my thigh. At the first soft touch of her hands on my thigh, I can't help but let out a gasp of surprise and I feel goosebumps cover the skin under her fingers.
Luckily she again comes to a wrong conclusion as she says, "Oh are my fingers cold? I am sorry," before moving her fingers off of my skin and briskly rubbing them against each other to warm them up.
Imitating a broken record, I can't come up with something better to reply and again respond, "I was just surprised, that's all."
"Okay," she says before letting her hands slide back onto the back of my thigh. I don't know if it is just me, but her voice sounds a bit confused, as if she caught my repetitive answer and wonders what I meant by it.
I don't have much time to ponder this however, as the hands on my thigh, quickly pushes all rational thought from my mind. The pleasure causes me to tense up, not just in the place between my legs, but my ass cheeks and thigh muscles all clench up and a small whimper escapes my lips.
"Wow, you're really tensing up. Did you do something especially straining? A New workout routine or something?" Ellen asks as her hands continue working the back of mu thigh.
I manage to moan out a low "no" in response.
"Well don't worry about it, I am sure we can get you loosened up."
Her hands continue working the back of my thigh and I continue to battle the constantly rising waves of pleasure that her firm touch sends through me.
While the pleasure continues building and rising it doesn't crest, it doesn't bring me over the edge of orgasm.
Eventually Ellen reaches the top of my thigh, right below my ass cheek and switch over to my other leg. Having her hands touch an area further away from my aching pussy doesn't really bring down my pleasure, but it stabilizes it and allows me to regain some semblance of rational thought.
It doesn't last long however, as Ellen's hands start moving up the back of my thigh again and the pleasure starts to overwhelm me again.
