I was enjoying some quiet time at home when my phone buzzed with an unexpected message. It was from Linda, the masseuse I had met two weeks ago at a charity event. We really hit it off that night and I could tell she was very open with her sexuality, based on the conversations she led me into about massages. She was beautiful and charming, but our night ended before it could blossom into anything deeper.
“Hey Tom, how about some relaxation tonight (with a winky face)? My new place is just around the corner,” she wrote.
The thought of seeing her again stirred up feelings I hadn’t experienced in a while. With my heart pounding in anticipation, I texted back, “I’d love to! See you soon.”
As I arrived at Linda’s, I couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervous energy. She welcomed me with a warm smile and led me into her cozy massage room. The soft lighting cast an intimate glow as I lay on the table, fully naked beneath the sheet she had provided.
Linda began by applying gentle pressure to my neck and shoulders, each touch sending waves of relaxation through me. As she worked her way down my back, she spoke softly in my ear.
“Tom, you have such a strong body. I bet it’s been through a lot,” she teased playfully.
I couldn’t help but smile at the flirtatious tone of her voice.
As Linda continued to massage my body, she occasionally let her hands wander lower, gently kneading the muscles in my glutes and inner thighs. The combination of her soft touch and low murmurs of appreciation was driving me wild with desire.
“I think you’re ready for your happy ending now,” she whispered seductively into my ear, causing a shiver to run down my spine.
Before I could react, Linda pulled the sheet away from my cock, exposing it to her skilled hands. As she began to massage it gently with her fingers, I felt myself growing harder by the second.
“You like that?” she asked, her voice full of confidence.
“Oh ya, I sure do,” I replied, my voice thick with lust.
Linda continued to stroke my cock, gradually increasing the pressure and pace as I became more aroused. As she moved closer, I could feel her warm breath on my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
Without warning, Linda slid her fingers between my thighs, gently cupping my balls in her hand. My hips bucked involuntarily at the sudden sensation, and I felt myself growing even harder under her touch.
“That’s it, Tom,” she cooed, “let me make you feel good.”
As Linda continued to work her magic on my dick and balls, I could feel the pressure building inside me. My heart raced as I anticipated the release that was just moments away.
Suddenly, Linda stopped stroking me and reached for a bottle of oil on the table beside us. She poured a generous amount onto her hand and began to rub it into my cock and balls, coating them in a slick layer of warmth.
“This will make everything feel even better,” she promised, resuming her delicate massage with renewed vigor.
I could hardly believe how good it felt as Linda’s skilled fingers slid effortlessly up and down the length of my cock. I was on the verge of losing control when she stopped again, this time reaching for a small vibrator that lay hidden beneath the table.
“This will help you get there faster,” she said with a wicked smile, pressing the vibrating toy just below my balls.
The sensation was overwhelming, and I felt myself thrusting wildly into Linda’s hand as she continued to tease me mercilessly with the vibrator. My cock throbbed in anticipation of the climax that was just moments away.
“I can feel you getting closer,” she purred, her breath hot against my ear. “Are you ready to cum for me?”
“Oh God, yes!” I gasped, my hips bucking uncontrollably as I felt myself nearing the edge.
With one final stroke of her hand, Linda sent me tumbling over the precipice and into a blissful state of ecstasy. As wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me, I felt my cock pulsing wildly in her hand, filling it with hot streams of cum.
As I lay there, catching my breath and basking in the afterglow of our encounter, Linda gently cleaned me up and covered me back up with the sheet.
“That was amazing,” she said softly, her voice filled with satisfaction. “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.”
“Definitely,” I replied, still struggling to regain my composure.
As I left Linda’s massage room that night, I knew that our story had only just begun.
