Unexpectedly Erotic Massage

Beauty treatments at my local spa are part of my regular me-time routine. I'm frequently there having a manicure, pedicure, waxing, body wraps, etc., as it always feels so good to be pampered and have my body looking at its best. I think it helps that I like my body, so I go purely for vanity, and as I have a slim, balanced figure and fabulous, natural breasts, it feels like money well spent to help keep me looking this way.

A few months ago, I decided to have a full body massage because work, life, people and that wanker of a boyfriend of mine have been stressing me out, and whilst I'd had a few massages years ago, I never really got into it for some reason. I just didn't feel particularly comfortable, which is odd really because I'm incredibly body confident. But anyway, I went for one massage and thoroughly enjoyed it. In fact, so much so that I went back a couple of weeks later and then again about three weeks after that as I had forgotten how therapeutic and relaxing they can be, and I was really beginning to appreciate it.

However, what I wasn't expecting was to feel sexually aroused by the massages, especially as I was being massaged by a woman.

Don't get me wrong; I'm very sexually aware and tuned in to my feelings. I love how it feels having a man give me a full-body, naked, oily massage, stroking, touching and teasing me in all the right places until my body is tingling with anticipation and all I'm thinking about is being fingered and fucked to orgasm. So, yes, a massage can definitely be arousing.

In fact, even thinking about that type of massage makes me feel horny. Still, it's very different in a spa because, as a woman, you're almost always massaged by a woman. Typically, it's more of a clinical experience than a sensual experience. Plus, being female means you're constantly aware of how you look, and you can't help feeling you're being judged by the therapist.

I generally find I'm a bit on edge and self-conscious, making it harder for me to fully relax, even though I know beauty therapists are just being professional and doing the job they're trained to do - and they see your body just as a body, not really as a person in the way we do in everyday life. They want you to relax, drift off and really feel the benefits of massage therapy.

This time, I decided to go with the flow, soak up the experience, and stop overthinking it all. As a result, I began to enjoy being massaged, and even more so precisely because I was being massaged by a woman.

I mean, if a beautiful, fit girl is sliding her hands up and down your almost-naked, oil-covered body from head to toe, whose mind wouldn't start wandering a little. It's only natural, right?

Anyway, I was enjoying exploring this new experience and the feelings it gave me so much that I was having weekly massages. Within a couple of days of each massage, I was already thinking about going for another one, not so much for the relaxing, therapeutic benefits, but because I knew how aroused I would be feeling each time, both during and after the massage.

Once in the safe, comfortable environment of the studio, I'd lie very still, eyes closed, hands above my head and feel fully relaxed. I would concentrate on feeling the therapist's hands touching and sliding along my body. I became very aware of the length of strokes, the pressure she applied, and how close her hands and fingers were to my erogenous zones.

Something I'd missed with previous massages because I wasn't focused on what the therapist was actually doing was how she would lift my leg to run her hand along the underside of my calf, and then subtly lower my leg onto the bed a few inches to the side. As she repeated this on both sides two or three times, I realised my ankles were hanging off the edge of the bed on either side, so my legs were wide apart. My crotch was covered, I know, but it was still deliciously erotic.

Despite my best efforts to stay focused, I could feel my heart rate increase as my mind continually drifted off to thinking about masturbating or being slowly fucked by a fantasy junk of a man in a variety of unusual situations, as we do.

As the massage sessions continued and the therapists - there were a few - really got to know me and my body, I allowed myself to relax and feel more aroused. I focused more on how and where they were touching me and how they moved my body into different positions.

Obviously, they were only doing what they'd been trained to do and were massaging me in a thoroughly professional way, but I began fantasising that they were secretly looking at my body in a sexual way and teasing me, hoping they'd be able to go further. I always wore a small g-string but was topless, and when I was asked to turn over onto my back, some, not all, would hold up a 'modesty towel' for me. As I lay down again, I often caught them looking at my breasts, which added to my fantasy that they liked what they saw.

I'm pretty meticulous (ok, maybe vain) about how I look, so before every massage, I always made sure my entire body was exfoliated, my tan was topped up, my fingers and toenails were in perfect condition and my pussy fully shaved, even though I knew my masseuse would never see it. But this was my fantasy; it made me feel amazing, and I always wanted to believe she was eager to see more of my body.

On one occasion during a massage, I had turned over to lie on my back, and she moved my right leg slightly to the side so that my feet were about half a metre apart. With my eyes still closed, I slowly moved my left leg away and bent my knee so my legs were quite wide apart. And to heighten my fantasy, I imagined she was staring at the thin cotton triangle of my g-string pressed tightly against my pussy lips. I could do and think whatever I wanted, and the fact that she left my legs wide apart, knees bent for the duration, only added to my imagined reality.

The next time I went for a massage, I had a different girl massage me, and I did the same thing; bending one knee and opening my legs wide apart. To my delight, her response was to rest one hand on each of my feet and slide her hands up my legs all the way to my thighs, stopping in my groin, then allowing her fingers to trace the edges of the triangle of material covering my pussy, then down my thighs to my feet again. This was carried out in a professional way, but it felt so erotic and purposeful to me.

I wanted to believe we had moved on from simple therapy and that my various therapists enjoyed massaging my smooth, tanned skin as much as I did. I found myself imagining I was completely naked, and she was running her hands up and down my toned body, over my breasts, teasing my nipples, and then over my stomach and down to my thighs, allowing her fingers to gently brush the sides of my pussy on the way, even though in reality I had a towel over me and I was wearing a g-string.

In my furtive mind, the therapists knew they wielded power over me because their therapy qualifications meant they had special privileges to touch me in those places, even abusing their position and authority to feel their way around my almost-naked body, feeling me and touching me however they pleased. I loved the idea, and it completely justified my fantasy.

It felt good and liberating and highly erotic. It was different for me to be aware of feeling submissive - not like me at all usually, as I prefer to be in control, not dominating but calling the shots - but this was all becoming very exciting on a level I had never previously considered likely.

Massages became my obsession, and I had a full body massage every week. After a couple of months of going once a week, it just wasn't enough. I began booking a second massage mid-week, too, as I just couldn't get enough of how alive it made me feel.

The more I went, the more my thoughts turned to physical feelings. I began to feel really aroused before each appointment, in fact, so much so that during each massage, my thoughts would have a part of their own, running wild with ideas and presenting me with an array of highly erotic, sexual images that would make my body tingle and my pussy wet. I knew that by bending my knees and opening my legs, it was an invitation. I would long to feel my therapist's hands at the top of my open thighs, her fingertips sliding through my groin. Slowly along the seam of the tiny g-string triangle, her fingertips gently brushing along the very edge of my outer lips and close to my tingling pussy.

At the end of each session, I'd be so worked up and turned on that I'd slip on my loose-fitting dress without my bra or knickers, and I'd go straight home. Once there, I would get the baby oil out, strip off naked and lie on the bed, caressing my body with the baby oil and masturbating slowly for ages, reliving my fantasies. I'd make myself come three or four times while I fantasised about what I really wanted the masseuse to do to me at the spa.

I've always found certain women to be beautiful and sexy, but I never thought this would occupy my mind on a purely sexual level. I was in very new territory, but it was utterly fantastic.

My massage ritual became a regular pattern of being massaged by different girls at the spa. I didn't mind who massaged me; they were all beautiful and excellent. I was sure they must have thought my going so often was more than a bit weird, but I really didn't care, and I always generously tipped so that they got to know me well and were keen to continue massaging me.

Nobody ever asked me why I went for so many massages, probably because I was worth a lot of money to them, so I suspect they were told not to ask!

For as long as I can recall, I've been fascinated by my own naked body. I think that fuelled my thinking about how beautiful other girls can be, too, especially when I'm covering my naked body in oil or moisturiser, as I think about what it would feel like to do that to another girl. I know I couldn't be a full-on lesbian as I adore the feeling of a hard cock too much, in my hands, my mouth or inside me. When I'm watching porn, I'm forever flipping between boy-girl and girl-girl, or even girls solo masturbating, as it's such a massive turn-on for me.

A couple of months ago, a new girl, Rosie, began working at the spa, and she is adorable. She's in her mid-20s, about 5' 8", slim, tanned and absolutely gorgeous to look at. Her whole demeanour is warm and inviting. She has a beautiful, calming energy about her and is just incredibly sexy.

I asked about Rosie at reception and was told she specialises in deep tissue massage, so I immediately booked her for my next appointment.

Four weeks on, and I've had about six massages with Rosie. It's all been very professional and above board; she's polite and friendly, and she really does know her stuff, as her massages have been amazingly detailed, deep and properly therapeutic.

However, my fantasies have gone utterly wild because Rosie is so stunning, and she's all I think about while I'm being massaged and while I'm fucking myself senseless at home after each massage. I think about her while I'm at work, on the train and all the time when I'm home alone.

Saturday morning arrived, and it was another hot day in this incredibly long, beautiful summer. I had very little on, just flip-flops, a short skirt and a thin, baggy t-shirt that my nipples showed through. Rosie greeted me in the usual way, but something was different about her demeanour. She took my hand and held it as she looked straight at me, stopping to give me a sultry, engaging smile before gesturing towards her treatment room.

Inside her private room, we talked about how my treatment was going and whether I felt I was getting what I really needed from a massage, mainly as I was such a frequent visitor. I was honest and said that my body felt great, and the massages gave me a sense of freedom I had never experienced before. I also said that being semi-naked, albeit under a towel and in a calm, non-threatening environment, was wonderfully liberating. However, the towels always felt quite restrictive. I knew I was pushing my luck here.

Rosie smiled and asked me how I would feel about being massaged completely naked. In fact not just being naked, but without any towels covering me either. She explained how the flow of her hands up and down the length of the body was constantly being hindered by the towels or the straps of underwear and that being completely naked and fully exposed was itself a profoundly liberating experience.

Rosie said it would be the same full-body, deep tissue massage, but it would require me to have an open and trusting mindset as it would be a new and different experience, but one that would be very rewarding.

Rosie also explained that she would not wear her regular white coat but would wear a bikini, as this removes the risk of her clothing touching my body at any point and interrupting my relaxed concentration.

I honestly thought I'd died and gone to heaven, and the smile on my face probably said it all. Obviously, I said how delighted I was that she'd asked me, but why had it taken her until now to do so?

Rosie said it's something she offers privately to select clients she feels would appreciate this full-body experience. She said she felt a strong connection between us on a deeper level than just client/therapist and that she knows my body so well now that it feels like it's the right time and the right way to progress, but only if I'm completely comfortable with taking the experience to another level. She also explained this was a private arrangement about which the spa knew nothing, so the door would always be locked to prevent interruptions. Oh, and there was also no additional charge for this experience.

Of course, I agreed and asked if today would be our first session. Rosie smiled and asked me to remove all my clothes and lie naked on the massage table. She left the room while I did so.

I laid on my front on the massage table as usual, but it did feel really quite odd being in a professional, semi-clinical environment and being naked without the normal protection of towels covering me. All the same, it felt great, and I was both nervous and excited with anticipation.

As I lay there, my mind was already going at 100mph as I wasn't sure what to expect. My nipples were hard, and I could already feel my pussy beginning to tingle. I arched my back slightly, moved my feet apart slightly and slid my hand under my belly and down to my pussy. My inner lips are naturally exposed, and I could feel they were warm as I cupped them and pressed a finger gently onto my clit.

I heard Rosie approach the door, so I quickly resumed my original position with my hands by my side. She entered the room and locked the door behind her.

Standing beside me, Rosie asked if I was ok and comfortable. I lifted and turned my head to answer her, and watched as she removed her white coat to reveal a g-string and small bra top. I couldn't help commenting on her beautiful, toned body. She thanked me and asked me to relax and close my eyes if I was ready for her to begin.

Rosie began by pouring a thin line of warm oil onto my back from the nape of my neck to the small of my back, followed by her hands smoothing the oil into my skin and along both sides, just brushing past my breasts as she went.

She spent quite some time massaging every inch of my back, gently pressing into the nodules along my spine and smoothing out the muscles on either side as she moved from top to bottom. I felt her pour more oil into the small of my back and over the cheeks of my bum, along the back of my thighs and down to my feet.

I was beginning to understand what she meant by the 'flow' she'd mentioned previously as her hands slid the entire length of my body from my heels up to my neck and back again in long, smooth, uninterrupted strokes. She also continued to trace my spine from the base of my skull, down my neck and between my shoulder blades, applying even pressure on either side of my spine, down to the very end where the coccyx nestles between my bum cheeks. That last little bit immediately fell quite intimate as her finger slid between my cheeks and rested, with a bit of pressure, just on the edge of my anus as her other hand glided up my spine to the base of my skull again.

Rosie paused with one hand at either end of my spine. I could hear her breathing deeply and feel an intense warmth from both of her hands, like nothing I had experienced before. After a couple of moments, she drew her hand back down my spine and continued down my legs, moving her attention to my feet. She lifted each foot off the bed to properly massage them from heel to toe. I have very nice feet, and I absolutely love having them massaged as it sends tingles throughout my entire body.

At one point, still lying on my front, I had both knees bent with my heels on the backs of my thighs as she massaged along each instep, under the soles and in between each of my toes, tugging on them gently. There are apparently almost as many nerve endings in the soles of your feet as there are in your clitoris, which probably explains why I love having my feet massaged so much - although not quite as much as I enjoy having my clit massaged, of course!

Rosie moved from my feet to massage my ankles, lifting each leg off the bed a little and to the side, gently pressing my foot back onto my thigh to continue massaging my toes. She repeated this on each side two or three times until my legs were quite far apart, still with my knees bent.

I felt her fingers slide under my hip and lift up slightly, gesturing for me to lift my hips so she could place a small rolled-up towel under me just above my pubic bone.

As I lifted my hips, I shuffled about to get comfortable with the towel in the correct position under me, and I purposely moved my knees further apart so that my anus and pussy were more exposed. Jesus, I was already feeling so fucking horny that I just wanted her to finger me in both holes there and then!

Rosie laid my feet back down on the bed and drizzled oil up the backs of my legs. She massaged my thighs from my knees up to my bum, down the outside to my knees again, across to the inside and up my inner thigh into my exposed groin and along the side of my outer pussy lips. She continued up between my cheeks, moving them apart and slowing down slightly to stroke my anus with her thumb, just pausing to apply a little more pressure.

I can't begin to describe how amazing this felt, but my pussy was on fire with anticipation, and I really was getting worked up. I tried hard not to show how I was feeling or to move about too much in response to her pulling sideways on my thighs and lightly teasing my pussy around the tops of my legs and into my groin.

Moving round to the top of the bed and leaning over my head, Rosie placed both hands on my shoulders and slid them down my back to my bum. I was looking down through the face hole in the bed, staring at her cute bare feet, but I lifted and tilted my head sideways so that I was staring directly at her lower belly and the triangle of her g-string. I could feel her warmth and sense the aroma from her body.

Her hands reached the small of my back, and I felt myself push my bum up off the bed a little against her downward pressure as she slid her fingers between my cheeks, and gently pulled them apart before moving to the sides and all the way back to my shoulders.

She repeated this maybe a dozen times from top to bottom, and each time I lifted my bum slightly higher, arching my back and eventually bending my knees, pulling them up to the sides of the bed so that I was semi-kneeling. This allowed her to spread my cheeks wider and to reach slightly further between my legs each time, then pull sideways to fully separate my lips and open up my pussy.