A CFNM Massage Pt.2

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Her focus again was on the base of my spine, now by the right “dimple” above my ass. Again she seemed to be using that as the center of the circle where she kept her thumb, extending her fingertips into my boxerbriefs, massaging the top of my right asscheek, working her palm around and down my waist nearly to my crotch.

The next time she went to get more lotion from the pump on the left side of my body, she decided to reach back over my body to continue working on the lower right side of my back. I imagined her bending over my body once again, her beautiful breasts snug in her tight t-shirt. As her fingers slipped under my waistband again, she seemed to be pulling on my body, as if to lift the right side of my body off of the table. This
allowed her to slide her fingers even closer around my waist towards my crotch. My cock started to get hard again, this time much more quickly, as she seemed even more intent on getting a feel of my package.

But once again I was disappointed. She came back around to the right side of my body and focused on the upper right side of my back. Was she teasing me like this on purpose? Does she start every session by focusing her massage on the tempting tops of her client’s asscheeks if they have their underwear on? Is that the proper technique she learned in school? Does she always snake her fingers under their waistbands?

She eventually finished with my back and covered the top half of my body with the sheet. She moved down by my right leg, which she uncovered and tucked the sheet under my left leg. Since my boxerbriefs went down to my mid-thigh, her massage of my right leg only went that far up. I was hoping she would slide her fingertips up the back of my boxerbriefs like she had slid them down the top of the waistband, but she stopped before she got to the cotton material.

She finished with my right foot, and then did the same for my left leg and left foot – no effort to get into my boxerbriefs. Was I just imagining her advances before? She covered my legs with the sheet again and broke the silence of the last 45 minutes.

“Okay, I am going to have you turn over to lie on your back” she said in her usual low, silky, sultry voice. Bringing my head out of the cradle, I was disoriented, since I had drifted off into fantasies of her in a bikini massaging me on a beach with the wave sound CD in the background. I opened my eyes and smiled as I repositioned myself on my back, with my head on the massage table instead of in the cradle.

She took a seat behind my head as I started to talk to her (it was too difficult to communicate with my cheeks against the cradle when I was on my stomach).

“So did you feel where my back hurt?” I asked her, as if I thought she had read my mind before. But then, she would have heard my desire for her to reach around with that lotioned hand to stroke my hardening cock.

“No…I don’t have ESP” she explained.

“Oh…I am sorry” I said, embarrassed that I did not let her know the painful areas she worked on.

“That is OK… this is our first session working together…” she said. “Everyone has a different way of communicating. We will get used to each other” she explained. I felt happy about that. I also felt she was communicating her attraction to me by sliding her hands into my underwear.

“Alright I will let you know where it hurts next time” I said. Yes there will be a next time! I thought.

“Do you want me to massage your face?” she asked.

“Sure” I said. I wanted to her to touch as much of me as possible.

She worked her hands into my face, forehead, and scalp. Then she cradled my head on her right arm so I faced to the right, working on my neck and shoulders, then rotated my head to face to the left, and continued the same process on my the other side of my neck. I imagined her cradling my head in her arms as I would nurse on those milky breasts, just inches from the back of my head.

She then stood to work on my right arm, down to my right hand. I closed my eyes as I lied back, because I felt like if I opened them, my lust would just be too much, and I would get aroused looking at her sexy outfit. I wouldn’t be able to hide my erection. I didn’t want my cock to form a tent in the sheet through my boxerbriefs!

So she moved to my left arm and hand, and then placed my arm under the sheet and covered the top half of my body. She uncovered my left leg, and worked down to my left foot. No effort to get into my boxerbriefs while I’m on my back either, I noticed while my eyes were closed. She finished with my right leg and right foot, covered both legs, and then pulled on both legs with her full body weight. She ended the session as she had begun, by walking around my body, pressing on me briefly at
various intervals down the left side of my body and up the right side through the sheets.

She softly told me that we had finished, breaking the silence of the last half of the session in her sultry voice. I opened my eyes and smiled, as she told me I could take my time getting up and dressing and to meet her in the next room.

I got up slowly, wishing that more had happened. I got dressed and went back into her kitchen. It was very dark now, and as I came around the corner out of the studio bedroom, I nearly fell over when I looked at her ass as she was bending over the table, working on some papers. In the dimly lit room, with her skin-tight pants underneath her tight t-shirt, it looked like she wasn’t wearing any pants! I paused for a second as my eyes re-adjusted to being open after an hour and a half of being closed, and realized that she was wearing the same pants as before. My imagination was getting the best of me!

“How do you feel?” she asked.

“Great!” I said as I smiled widely.

“Good” she smiled back.

I wrote her a check and talked briefly about another session with her. She said to let her know when I wanted to come back. When my fiancé got home from work, she asked how I liked it. I told her it was wonderful, but did not mention the details (whether I kept my underwear on, or that her hands crept into them…)

The next few weeks I kept thinking back to my experience, and fantasized about how she had reached her hands into my boxerbriefs and felt the tops of my asscheeks, around my waist toward my crotch. Did she want me to be naked for her? I had to go back and find out!

So the next month I called her cell phone to set up another 90 minute appointment. She called me back on my cellphone and left a voicemessage, but it was cutoff after “hello” because she drove into a bad area. But even hearing that “hello” in her sexy, sultry, deep voice was enough to get my cock stirring in anticipation!

The next day, I sent her a text message, telling her the voicemail was cutoff, and asking about availability for the coming week. She replied via email to the address I share with my fiancé. I was sure to delete the email as soon as read her reply. I thought my fiancé wouldn’t want me to return to her, or to spend that much money again without being sure my claim with the other guy’s car insurance company would cover my massage therapy, but I didn’t care! I had to be naked this time to see
what would happen.

I scheduled the second appointment when my fiancé would be working late again, and didn’t tell her in advance. I was even more nervous this time, as I knocked on the massage therapist’s door, about ten minutes early (her paperwork stressed that clients be on time, to get the full amount of time on the table…)

She opened the door and smiled. Her clothes did not seem to be as tight as the first session, but her breasts were still bountiful, despite the less revealing outfit. We chatted briefly again about my physical therapy over the past month, how it had helped, but that I had gotten lazy and stopped doing the exercises, and my soreness had returned as a result.

She asked if the ocean sounds and mango candles were good again, and I said yes. She led me to her studio again, asking if I needed to use the restroom. I said no.

She told me to “undress to whatever I felt comfortable with.” I said “OK” as she left. This time I stripped naked. I was ready for the nude male - clothed female scenario I had been fantasizing about for a year.

I got onto the massage table, and felt the smooth sheets on my bare ass. I lied on my stomach with my soft cock underneath my body and my face by the cradle.

She knocked before she came back in, and asked if I needed the cradle adjusted like last time. I said yes. I told her I would be more vocal this time and let her know which areas hurt, and told her about my stretching exercises from the physical therapist.

“Which ones did he have you do?” she asked.

I propped myself up on my elbows to demonstrate one neck stretching excercise, and the covers slid down my back. I also showed her the arm and back exercise, as I enjoyed the sensation of being naked on her table as I talked to her while she was fully dressed.

She adjusted the cradle and I lied down and closed my eyes. She smoothed the sheet over my shoulders as before and walked around my body, pressing on me briefly at various intervals through the sheets. When she applied pressure by my upper thigh near where my boxerbriefs would have ended, she must have felt that I decided to be naked for this appointment. I was getting excited in anticipation of her lotioned hands on my bare body.

She drew back the sheet to expose my upper body. She folded the sheet just at the top of my asscheeks, merely an inch or so from my ass. She must see that I am naked now! I thought, since my dimples were showing where the waistband of my boxerbriefs would have been.

I heard her pump some of her wonderful lotion into her hands, and felt that magic touch of her hands on the left side of my back again. Standing on my left side, she worked quickly in short strokes down the left side of my back to the bottom. As I had hoped and expected and fantasized about, she focused first by the left dimple above my ass. Was she breathing more heavily?

Since I was naked this time around, with no boxerbriefs in the way of her hands, she explored my full left asscheek, covering it with lotion, applying pressure within inches of my ass. Was she happy that I decided I was comfortable to be nude with her?

The sheet seemed to be barely covering my left asscheek. With my head in the cradle and my eyes closed, I imagined her having a full view of my asscheek as her hands worked on me and moved the edge of the sheet up and over my ass. My cock started to harden against the massage table. Her hands worked over my waist nearly to my crotch as last time, only stopping where my left leg was touching the massage table, inches from my hard cock. I was in heaven!

She pumped some more lotion into her hands as she moved to the head of the table, and started both hands sliding slowly down the length of my back. With her reaching far down my body, I could just imagine her delicious tits inches from touching my back again. Was that her stomach I heard growling? I wished I was on my back, and that I could see her bending over my naked body. Then she could calm that stomach by sucking on my cock.

Both hands reached the top of my ass where the sheet ended, and kept going underneath the sheet past the top off my asscheeks. From her position, she must have had a clear view under the sheet to where her hands were reaching, to see my whole bare ass. Damn this felt so good!

She reached as far as she could, bending over my body, her hands applying pressure fully halfway down my ass, her thumbs just inches from my ass on either side, then sliding down each side of my waist. Yes, I thought, feel my bare ass with your lotion covered hands!

She followed this blatant feeling of my ass by the proper focus on the left side of my back. My cock subsided. I broke the silence thus far by letting her know which area was painful.

“Right there” I said.

“Okay” she said and focused there, working out that specific muscle.

When she moved over to my right side this time, she started out like she had on the left. After the work she had already done, I felt that the sheet was barely covering my right asscheek. My cock started to harden against the massage table again as her hands worked over my waist nearly to my crotch, only stopping where my right leg was touching the massage table. A few times her hands briefly connected with my fingers. I ever so slightly tried to reach up from where my hand was lying on the table to be sure she bumped into me again.

She moved to pump some more lotion into her hands, and reached back over my naked body to continue working on the lower right side of my back. She pulled on my body as in the last session, to lift the right side of my body off of the table. If I moved just a few more inches onto my side, she would have seen my hard cock sticking out. With my eyes closed I imagined her seeing this and bending over to hold it, or even suck on it.

She came back around to the right side of my body and focused on the upper right side of my back. When she reached the trouble spot on that side, I said “right there” again.

She replied with a sexy wordless “mmmm hmmmm” as if she already knew what I needed. Eventually finishing, she covered the top half of my body with the sheet.

Now was the true test I had been waiting for. She moved down by my right leg, which she uncovered. She tucked the sheet under my left leg, her hand inches from my bare ass under the sheets.

Her massage of my right leg was much more involved this time, as I had hoped. She started by running her lotion covered hands up the full length of my leg, from my ankle to my waist, applying pressure up my right asscheek as she went.

Then she settled down on my right calf, alternately rotating both hands around my calf as it were the handle of a motorcycle she was revving up. She continued this technique up the length of my calf, to my knee, and slowly up my thigh. I imagined her continuing with that technique to stroke my hard cock. As her hands massaged my inner right thigh, they were inches from by balls, hidden only by the sheet tucked under my left leg. Could she see them?

She changed her technique as her hand reached my bare ass, pushing into the right cheek firmly and applying slow pressure up towards my waist, her thumb inches from my ass. She finished by massaging my right foot and proceeded to work on my left leg and foot in the same manner, fully working my bare left asscheek with her lotion covered hands.

She covered my legs and softly broke the silence to tell me to turn over. I was very disoriented this time, moving up towards the cradle as I turned over, as if to exit the massage table. She said “No, move down the table…the other way” She laughed at me in my groggy state.

“How are you doing?” she asked.

“I am so out of it” I said in all honesty. Out of mind horny! But I was a bit worried, being on my back now, that I wouldn’t be able to hide an erection against the massage table. What would I do?

As she did last time, she worked her hands into my face, forehead, scalp, my neck and shoulders. I pointed out where my neck hurt. She replied “uh-huh”. I imagined she was moaning and grunting in response to me sucking on those huge tits of hers behind my head.

She then stood to work on my right arm and hand. I kept my eyes closed so as not to get aroused, or get caught staring at her breasts. With my eyes closed, I imagined my right hand entering her moist pussy as she slid her lotioned hand up and down each individual finger.

When she moved to my left arm and hand, she was getting some lotion from the dispenser, and she must have backed into my left hand, which was right at the edge of the table. My eyes were closed, but I was sure it was the material of her tight pants. The back of my hand must be against that sweet ass! She stayed there for a few seconds. The next time she went to get some more lotion, she backed her ass into my hand again. Did she do that on purpose?

I don’t know, but my cock came to life again. Lying on my back with my eyes closed, I could feel it starting to point towards my right leg. As she finished massaging my left hand, her hands felt more moist than usual as they pulled on my fingers. Were her hands sweaty?

As she finished, she placed my left arm under the sheet and covered the top half of my body. She uncovered my left leg, and tucked the sheet under my right leg. OK, good. The sheets were folded over where my erection was growing. Maybe she can’t see it!

She got some more lotion, and her hands touched my bare thigh parallel with and inches from my crotch. She quickly worked down to my left foot, and started up the left leg, alternately rotating both hands around my calf, continued this technique up the length of my calf, to my knee, and slowly up my thigh.

Oh my god I think I am completely hard right now!

As her hands reached my inner left thigh, they were inches from by balls and fully erect cock, hidden only by the sheet tucked under my right leg. Could she see them?

She changed her technique as her hand reached the top of my thigh, where my left leg met my crotch. She pushed her palm into that area where my leg joins my pelvis and left it there for what seemed like ten seconds. Then she firmly applied slow pressure up towards my waist, her thumb inches from my cock and balls under the sheet.

She finished by massaging my left foot and put the cover over my left leg. With my eyes closed, I felt my cock pointing to the right and straining against the sheet as she came around to my right side. She carefully uncovered my right leg and tucked the sheet under my left leg. The fold of the sheet was wrapped around my hard cock, which was pointing up and to the right. It was like she tucked my cock in for the night! Did she see what she had done?

She got some more lotion, and her hands continued on my bare right thigh by my crotch, her arm just inches from my hard cock pointing towards her, wrapped in the sheet. She quickly worked down to my right foot, and started up the right leg, rotating both hands around my calf. This technique continued up my calf, knee, and slowly up my right thigh.

As her hands reached my inner right thigh, I felt my cock start to twitch because it was so hard. As before, she changed her technique as her hand reached the top of my right thigh. When she reached the point where my right leg met my crotch, she pushed her palm into me. I silently matched her pressure with a twitch of my erect cock with my eyes closed. I had to have moved the sheet! She must have noticed my hardon next to her hand under the sheet. I kept my eyes closed. She firmly applied slow pressure up towards my waist, and finished by massaging my right foot and put the cover over my right leg.

She ended the session by pulling the sheet taught against my body. Was she looking at my erection? My eyes were closed and I could feel her pull on both legs with her full body weight. I matched each pull with a twitch of my cock against the sheet. She moved her hands to rest on my feet. She squeezed the tips of my toes three times. Each squeeze of my toes I matched with another silent spasm of my hard cock against the sheet.

Finally she walked around my body, pressing on me briefly at various intervals down the left side of my body and up the right side through the sheets.

Again she softly told me that we had finished, breaking the silence of the last half of the session in her sultry voice. I kept my eyes closed and smiled.

She told me to “take as much time as you need getting up.”

When she closed the door, I opened my eyes. Slowly, I looked down at my body under the sheets.

My cock was obscenely hard and forming a massive tent in the sheet covering me!


Then I got up with my erection pointing straight out. I tried to push it down so I could get dressed quickly and meet her outside. By the time I was fully dressed again, I had lost half of my hardon and could walk fairly straight.

I exited her studio. She had poured me some water in a glass on the kitchen table.

“How are you doing?” she asked in that impossibly sexy voice.

“Great. How are you?” I asked her.

“Good thanks. I poured you some water” she said.

I drank the water as she encouraged me to increase my fluids for the next few days. I paid her with cash and asked for a receipt. We ended by discussing my insurance claim, and how I hoped to get the company to pay for a full year’s worth of sessions with her. She made no mention of what must have been my obvious arousal during the session. She said the best way to reach her for a future appointment was via email. I told her I would email her soon.

What will happen during the next session? Did she enjoy feeling my naked body with lotion and seeing my hard cock bulging against the sheets? What did she think? Is this usual for her nude clients? Should I keep my eyes open next time I am on my back? I think I might!

THE END

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