02/05/2024
I'm sorry it took me a while to write, I've been too busy, but little by little I'm going to take my time back to continue writing my experiences.
My life was changing, I wanted to learn more and more, I wanted to continue feeling that immense pleasure I felt. My way of dressing for work was becoming a little more sensual and daring.
I liked how they watched me, the men desired me and the women began to hate me. The majority were older, bitter women and they noticed how their companions were beginning to hang around the area more.
My boss was becoming more and more attentive and I took advantage of my charms to provoke him and at the same time feed my fever. I loved seeing his face when I “carelessly” crossed my legs and let him see a little of my underwear.
I wanted to see how far he was capable of going and I don't deny it, I was also excited by the game. At that time I was reading Fifty Shades of Grey, my mind was flying and wanting to experience new things.
I realized that I liked showing off, being desired. I went to the bar with my friends and the men drooled every time I gave them a seductive look, they made advances, they wanted to eat me, but I just wanted to play with them, I wanted to show my control.
The weekend came, I was tired, my back hurt. I mentioned it to a group of friends and they started making fun of me, saying that it was a lack of sex, that a good strong man can give me a great “relaxing” massage, that would make me feel new.
I read that comment and my imagination began to fantasize. I had given myself hundreds of massages and although at times I had felt a little pleasure, I had never thought of it as something sexual, of exposing myself to a stranger.
The idea began to swirl in my head, until I decided and went to get a massage, without any expectations. When I arrived at the place, the receptionist attended to me and after the initial process I went to my room, where an Adonis entered, a tall, strong and beautiful man.
He welcomed me, then he asked me a few questions and gave me my space to take off my clothes and get comfortable. As you can imagine, my imagination quickly started thinking things I shouldn't have.
The massage started out normal, he was very skilled and very professional. The atmosphere was very relaxing and I was enjoying my moment. I only had a small towel that covered my butt and my small thong that left nothing to the imagination. From the way he spoke to me I could sense that he liked me, he flirted with me a little, complimented my body and I took the opportunity to return the flirting a little.
As he began to massage, I felt a nice but brief pleasure. Already in my mind I was imagining him naked, I felt that I was starting to get a little wet. As he moved up my thighs, I opened them a little, giving him better access to the inside of them.
I felt his fingers getting closer to my butt, I wanted him to grab them, massage them and it seemed like he realized it, because he was getting closer and closer. He let out a soft moan when his finger lightly brushed one of my lips.
My reaction was automatic, I arched my back, raised my buttocks a little, but he continued doing his job. I don't know if he was provoking me on purpose or it was unintentional, but he had me at his mercy.
Suddenly he stopped, I opened my eyes and looked for him with my gaze, he was on his way to a table where he took a pot of oil, at that moment when he turned to return, I couldn't help but look at his package, it looked marked and I was left hypnotized Suddenly, when I looked up he was looking at me and smiled at me, I blushed like never before, I felt ashamed that he had caught me looking at him shamelessly.
He just came back and asked me if he wanted a massage on my butt and I just nodded my head, then he told me that he was going to remove the towel and he did. He told me that my panties were very pretty but that they could be damaged by the oil, and I just turned my head and told him he could take them off.
There I was, on a massage table, holding my butt up so this Adonis could leave me naked and touch my entire body. Then he took the oil, poured it on my butt, it felt hot and then he proceeded to continue. I was so wet that it was going to be obvious that he would notice.
I felt a little scared, but feeling exposed turned me on more. He continued to flatter my body while he massaged each buttock, each time I felt him more daring and determined to take the next step. My legs were more and more open and my breathing was more agitated. It was obvious that he could see my lips open and wet.
Suddenly I felt a little oil going down my butt, gradually going down towards my ass, I felt like I was going to die from excitement, it was such an erotic moment. I began to feel how his thumb was going down my butt until it touched my ass, he stopped, he made a circle, I felt it dilate, I thought he was going to try to put his finger in, but he didn't, he stopped.
Then he told me to turn around and without thinking I did. I could see the excitement on his face, he was perfect, he looked like a magazine model. Then he asked me if he wanted me to continue and I said yes. He positioned himself near my head and started massaging my shoulders and from there he continued with my breasts.
My nipples are super sensitive and were already hard from my arousal. He massaged me so deliciously that I couldn't hold back, I had an orgasm at that moment, my body convulsed and moaned uncontrollably.
At that moment I wanted to undress him, I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth, but he just smiled and told me that unfortunately the hour was over, that he had more people waiting, but that he would love to give me a massage again. So I got up, got dressed and left. I had to go back.