Slippery Buns

My birthday was a few weeks ago and one of my friends got me a gift certificate to a spa. There were all sorts of treatments available, from manicures to massages to facials. I had never had a massage before, so decided to try that. To say I was shocked by the experience was a bit of an understatement. It was a male masseur, I like the idea of a woman for comfort’s sake, but I knew a man’s hands would simply be stronger, so chose a male. I was glad I did, since I don’t think the experience would have gone the same way otherwise.

I was stripped down in the room, dimly lit, and got up on the table and he asked if it was ok to drizzle oil all over me. I said sure, since there was a full change room and showers available I could use afterwards. I was drizzled a lot more than I’d thought I would be. It was literally poured on me and I was soaked. Then his hands, those magic hands, started to work on me and I was soon asked to part my legs a bit. I assumed for inner thighs, but it was a lot more than that I soon found out. My buns were being squeezed and rubbed to an incredible degree, and then the fingers slipped down to my pussy.

I flinched momentarily, but they asked if it was ok and I said yes. I was soon having a clit massage like no other and I knew I’d need to bite the towel to keep from screaming out as my orgasm approached. It was literally making my legs shake and my entire body shudder. The way they rubbed me was unlike anything I’d known. It was incredible. I think they were using some kind of pressure points or something, but it was wonderful. I’m going back next week.

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