Becci's sister bought her a luxury SPA session as a belated birthday present. The package included a full body massage and pampering, and more importantly it was just for one. She could attend alone to indulge her fantasies.
She finally set a day aside when she could truly relax, and phoned a few weeks in advance while alone at home. She confirmed the voucher number, and then asked, "Is it possible to request a male masseur?" Her face burned crimson as she continued, "I've recently read about the benefits of yoni massage. Is... Is that also an option?"
The manager confirmed her request, "Yes, yes it is. I'll select your masseur personally. You won't be disappointed!"
A familiar rush overcame Becci as she drove to the venue. She was so excited and nervous that even parking proved challenging. She blushed again as she booked in and the receptionist confirmed both her preferences and the addition to her package. Becci insisted on paying the extra in cash to conceal the transaction.
She changed into the robe provided and followed the directions the receptionist gave her to the therapy rooms. She hadn't felt so alive or so on edge in months. The masseur greeted her with a warm smile, "Hi, you must be Becci. I'm Miguel."
He was only a little older than her and very well toned, with muscles rippling under his skin. His hands looked strong yet nimble. He dimmed the lights and helped her select background music, while gently explaining everything to her in a voice like velvet. He emphasised that she would always be in control, that everything would proceed within her wishes.
Becci disrobed and lay naked on her front on the padded massage table, her body exposed to this stranger. Miguel started with a traditional massage using scented oil, focusing on her shoulders and back. His warm, firm hands felt wonderful on her skin. She closed her eyes and her heart began to slow to a normal rhythm.
Miguel began to slide his hands down her sides, before returning up her back to the nape of her neck. He continued in ever-widening circles, his fingertips almost reaching the edge of her breasts. Then he moved down to her lower back, gradually working down her spine. "Hmm, you have beautiful dimples. Is it OK if I continue to your bum and thighs?"
Becci didn't hesitate, "Yes, yes please." She almost gasped as his hands reached her buttocks, firmly kneading her flesh. She so wanted him to mount her and thrust his hard cock into her! Yet he remained professional, and proceeded down to her hips and outer thighs.
Becci separated her legs slightly; Miguel instantly responded to the invitation. She bit her lip as his hands moved to her sensitive inner thighs, and began to work further and further up between her legs with each stroke, edging towards her weeping pussy. His hands finally glanced her vulva. Becci hesitated for a second when he asked her to turn over, knowing that things were moving to the next stage. Her nipples were already shamefully engorged. Deep down she just wanted to give herself over to pleasure.
Miguel poured warm oil on her belly, working it into her skin. His voice was soothing and reassuring as he spoke, "Breathe with me, slowly in through your nose to a count to five, then hold and gently release." He moved up her sides, glancing her breasts as she focused on keeping her breathing in sync with his.
Becci yearned to be touched intimately; at last his powerful hands engulfed her little tits, massaging them slowly but firmly. His fingers encircled her areolae and pinched and teased her nipples. He worked back down her body only to return again to her breasts, giving her nipples particular attention. She loved men who not only accepted her small tits, but seemed to relish touching them.
Miguel moved down around her hips and over her legs to her inner thighs. He moved closer and closer to her vagina with each firm stroke. Finally, he reached her outer and inner labia, carefully and gently tracing the outline of each, then massaging the soft lips of skin. He asked, "Is this OK?" Becci nodded, her eyes focused on his. With a similar motion he gradually homed in on her clitoris, "Most of your clitoris is not visible but rather it is split into two crura, or legs, that run down either side of your vagina just under your skin."
Her lips parted as he continued, "I can feel how firm they have become. Just like your beautiful, glistening, pink bud, the hidden part responds to mood and touch." He returned to her clit and kept her on edge with two fingers rocking either side of it. Miguel's focus never broke; he started to move the hood of skin back and forth almost as she would do when teasing a man's foreskin over his glans, building up speed.
Becci had never before thought of her clitoris as equivalent to a penis. Each time he sensed her muscles tense and tremble he took her to the edge then briefly pulled away from her pussy to rub her thighs and body before she came. She became increasingly frustrated; she knew he was doing this to her deliberately.
Miguel rested his hand on her vulva and spoke almost in a whisper, "You want me to massage inside your vagina, a yoni massage? Until you orgasm?"
If she wanted! Jesus! Becci replied, "Yes OK... No, I mean yes, yes please!" His fingers ran over her clit, down her labia and around her entrance, spreading her secretions over her most sensitive area. He circled repeatedly, moving in tune with her breathing.
