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my hotel massage

My hotel massage.

I would normally never stay at a high dollar hotel like this, but the charity I volunteer for awarded me a weekend stay at this nice place. A complimentary massage was also part of the weekend package. I could not believe that I had the courage to call the concierge to have a masseur sent to my room. I felt very naughty and daring as I answered the door wearing only the hotel’s robe. It was long and plush and wrapped around me completely. Naturally, I was naked underneath it. He introduced himself and he promised me that I was in experienced hands. He had a slight grin on his face as he unfolded the massage table and spread out a towel.

He told me to lie on my chest. I timidly sat on to the table and let the plush robe fall down my back. He pulled it away and suddenly I realized I was totally naked in front of a complete stranger. There were only two other men who had ever seen me naked. My nipples burned with anticipation, and I had butterflies in my stomach. I swung my legs up onto the table and buried my face in the towel he had put at my head. I hoped he was not disappointed with my body, even though I knew he had seen hundreds of naked bodies and mine was better than most.

I tried to relax. The glass of wine I had before his arrival was finally hitting me. I crossed my arms under the face towel as if it were a pillow and waited. The masseur started some soft music and popped open a bottle of lotion. I could see his reflection in the picture ...

... window of the hotel room, and he was rubbing his hands together to warm the lotion. He was wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. His body was long and lean. I could tell that he was confident that he would please me.

He spoke quietly, wanting to relax me. He told me how beautiful my body was and how well I took care of myself. He started at the base of my back and worked his beefy fingers up and down my spine. It felt heavenly. The wine and his hands were putting me at ease, and I fell under the spell of his touch. He told me to imagine my most pleasant memory as he worked my muscles with his talented hands. He moved up to my shoulders and neck. I never knew how great it felt to have my neck massaged by a professional. He walked his hands down each of my arms, pulling the stress right out of my body. I was becoming powerless to his touch.

He started on my hips next. I parted my thighs slightly to indicate I was open to his exploration of my private areas. He worked his large hands around my thighs and calves. He took my feet and worked all the tension out of each toe. I imagined him sucking my toes and realized my pussy was getting damp at the thought. He spread my legs and began working his way back up. When he got to my hips, his hands deeply caressed my cheeks, slightly brushing my asshole. I relaxed further and even raised my hips slightly to give him more access. He knew I wanted more, so his hands explored my inner thighs. His fingers gently grazed my pussy lips. I ...