This experience of mine is authored by Ramya, who is from Mysore. After our massage session, she asked me if she could share the experience in her own words. I was thankful to her. With her permission, I'm hereby posting this experience. Hope my dear readers would enjoy, and like always send the feedback. Here is what Ramya has written.
After talking with Nish a few times and looking at his blogs and his Facebook page, I decided to go ahead and treat myself to a massage. He was trying to drum up business, and in the hopes of doing so, the first massage was on the house. How could I turn it down? After all, it had been a stressful week, and I was tense, right?
Never having had a "real" massage, I wasn't quite sure what to expect or what was considered appropriate dress for such a thing. "What do I wear," I asked, feeling shy and embarrassed. He told me just a robe would be fine, but I could also wear panties if it made me more comfortable. He was very polite and completely respectful of the fact that I was nervous, as I had blushingly admitted my reserve about this experience.
He was to come to my house and do the massage here, which was a comfort as I would be on my own house and, therefore, a little more relaxed. I showered and let the hot water run down my body, trying to calm my nerves. I was about to let a man I'd never met see me almost completely undressed, to put his hands on my body. As I thought about it, the water pounding on my body, steam rising, soaping my breasts, my hands trailing down my stomach, and lower, to the inside of my thighs, I began to feel the buds of desire in my belly. "Stop it, it's just a massage," I reminded myself sharply, and quickly finished with my shower.
As the appointed time drew nearer I again began to feel nervous about letting this stranger see me and touch me. I drew on my light purple silk robe and sat for a moment, pondering what kind of panties I should adorn. I finally decided on a matching purple silky thong, not knowing if he would need access to massage my ass. "Better to be safe than sorry," I thought, grinning a bit.
I looked at the clock and realized Nish was due to arrive in about ten minutes. I quietly sat in the living room reading, trying to get my mind off what was about to take place, hoping I wouldn't appear to be a nervous ninny when he got there. There was a knock on the door a few minutes later, "Right on time," I thought to myself, relieved that he seemed professional in this small matter.
I opened the door and quickly took in the man that was about to massage me. He was of medium height, his body proportioned well, and even through the casual warm up suit that hung so well on him, I could tell he took good care of himself. He was clean cut and a decent handsome looking man. I stepped aside and introduced myself allowing him into my home. He stepped inside carrying a small duffel bag. I glanced at it and wondered what was inside. "Probably just the oil and perhaps a towel," I thought.
I showed him to the kitchen so he could warm up the oil. As he quickly went about his work, we chatted for a bit, easing my nerves. I then showed him to my bedroom, where we had agreed would be the best place for a massage, the bed being so wonderfully comfy already. I had lit a few candles and turned on some soft music, setting a mood for relaxation. Although, I must admit the candles had an ulterior motive. I had thought about doing it with the lights on, but my shyness getting the better of me, I had lit the candles to dim his view of my body, afraid that he would find the flaws.
I sat down on the bed not sure what to do with myself and waited for his instructions. I was looking down at my hands, nervously studying them as if they were some strange and new thing I had never seen before. With the same efficient movements he had demonstrated while preparing his oil, he quickly placed a blindfold over my head. I was shocked, but figured it was to help me relax. If I couldn't see anything, I would concentrate more on the sensations of the tension being rubbed out of me and perhaps, without my vision; I would begin to forget that he was seeing, therefore easing my worry of what he would think of my body. "Yes, that's exactly why he's done this" I told myself. What a clever idea.
He took me by the wrists and led me over to the only open wall space in the room, a full mirrored closet. He put my hands above my head, spread apart, and taking one calve, spread my legs apart a bit so I was in a "book 'em" position. This made me a little nervous as I could not see how I was supposed to relax standing up, but then, having never had a massage, I didn't question it, figuring I would sound silly.
I began to relax as I felt the warm oil dripping down the backs of my thighs, realizing he was just going to massage me and I had nothing to worry about. I felt his hands begin to rub the oil all over my legs, starting at midthigh, and working down to my calves and ankles. It felt delicious. He poured a little more oil down my thighs, and began to work up them, using those same quick and efficient movements. As he was working the tops of my thighs, I felt the back of his hand lightly brushing across my pussy through my panties. "Just incidental contact," I thought to myself. Yet somehow those few quick strokes had made me feel...
Again I reminded myself that this was a professional and I had to control my reactions to his contact with my body. It had been a few months since I had last been with a man, and that must be the reason I reacted so easily to such a small thing. His hands began to move up to my ass, kneading and rubbing. He worked there for a few minutes and I loved every minute of it. Knowing that I was starting to get a little moist, I tried to calm myself, hoping he wouldn't notice so I wouldn't have to be embarrassed at my lack of control.
He poured more oil into his hands and moved around to the front of me, positioning himself on his knees between me and the mirrored closet door. With one swift tug of the belt of my robe, it was open. I could feel his warm breath on my belly as he rubbed oil into it, moving slowly around to my hips, his hands following the soft curve up my sides. Still working in a brisk fashion, his hands began to rub oil into my tits. I wasn't sure if this was standard protocol, so I again kept my mouth shut as I felt him knead the oil into my size 36D's.
I was sure with his head being so close to my chest that he would hear my heart pounding. Concentrating on my breathing, so it wouldn't come out ragged and wanton, I desperately fought for control of my body's responses to Nish's touch. It was a battle I was losing in great fashion.
