A massage is meant to be therapeutic. The best therapy is sex. Therefore, the best massage therapy is a sensual massage. For normal, upstanding women, finding a sensual massage is next to impossible.
I prefer massages by women. Actually, I have never paid for a massage by a man. That's a whole different story. Nonetheless, this story is about a woman massaging a woman. I am not a lesbian. I just find massage by another woman non-threatening.
I've had good massages and bad massages. Good ones are very hard to find. I am telling you my story about the absolute best sensual massage I have ever paid for. Yes, it's possible to pay someone to bring you to orgasm in a safe and non-reciprocating manner. Sometimes I want pleasure without having to please anyone else. I am selfish that way.
I have been to Evonne three times before. It's important to establish a "professional" relationship with the massage therapist so they know you aren't going to report them - so they themselves feel safe.
I am not sure I understand what drives a massage therapist? It's a lot of work. They must derive some sort of pleasure out of the act of giving pleasure. Not me. I want to receive. Selfish, I know.
Evonne seemed to enjoy our sessions; a little more each time. With every $200 I paid her for sharing her private studio for massage pleasure, we got closer - in a professional way. The first time, your average massage. Very good. Nothing unusual. The second time, I asked for a longer session. With the extra time, she explored more areas than before. My abdomen and pubic bone received attention, as well as the top of my chest. Two towels, no exposure, purely professional with a naughty slant.
The third appointment was really special. She recalled that our last conversation exposed the fact that I am partial to red wine. She had a glass waiting for me. She explained that alcohol before a massage is not necessarily a "best practice" in the traditional sense, but she knows that it helps me to relax. By now, she agreed to 90 minute massages - which are also starting to push the envelope for just how long anyone is willing to toil over another person's tense muscles. I told her I shouldn't drink alone, and with that she poured herself just a few ounces, sucked it down, and said she'd be right back after I got into position. The massage was subtly different, but still very by the book. When she left the room, I touched my pussy. It was swollen and so wet. I had thick pussy juice oozing onto the table. As usual, I masturbated. Then I got dressed, paid her, smiled and left.
Today, it was our fourth appointment. I smartly scheduled a 120 minute massage. Two hours. Crazy. Her studio is private. A rental in the salon suites. No front desk. Direct exchange of cash between service provider and client. I arrived early. Interestingly enough, her black t-shirt was extremely low-cut and her huge breasts bulged out like never before. The wine was waiting; this time it was a jumbo glass - for both of us.
Evonne asked what I was looking for today in the 2 hour massage. I chose my words carefully because I was tired of not getting fully satisfied. I said "Look Evonne, I have been your client for a while now, and you are getting to know me better, and I feel comfortable talking to you. I am extremely stressed right now, and what I need is the ultimate stress-relieving massage. Do you have any suggestions?"
Evonne said "there is another method of massage therapy that focuses on the Yoni. Do you know what I am talking about?" Of course I did. I did my research.
I explained that I am willing to try whatever she has to offer. She told me how different this one would be; personal, customized, erotic, tantric. It's not for the shy. But, it's addictive.
She locked the suite door. This time she said she'd help me undress. Now that's service. Evonne was gorgeous. Full breasts, smooth skin, erect nipples. That's all I could see. She slowly removed my clothes gazing into my eyes. Never before have I experienced this. She invited me to lie on her table in the dimly lit room. The candle flickered. The aromatherapy from past customers lingered in the room. Before I lay down, she handed me my glass of wine. She sipped hers.
The feeling of laying down totally naked in front of another woman was amazing. My pussy was bald. My clit was huge and stuck out like a sore thumb. I must admit, I have a terrific looking pussy. My breasts are big - 36D. My nipples are huge and always erect. My areolas are huge. I know I'm hot.
I can't believe that Evonne starts undressing herself. I sit up again, reach for my wine, and watch the show. Her nonchalance is striking. She moves like she is so comfortable with nudity that this is no big deal. In the meantime, my pussy is literally leaving a wet spot on the massage table. She sips her wine again and I can tell that we both are feeling the warmth of the red liquid rush through our bodies.
