There's really not a lot to this, but it is no small thing for my tame lifestyle, LOL. I wanted to write about a rather nice experience I've been having with a massage therapist... Before running wild with that, though, let me just clarify a few things up-front: no, I haven't had sex with her, and it's not even about a session with a so-called "happy ending." She is a legitimate, licensed therapist, whom I have been seeing for quite some time as a regular client. I'm a serious runner, so go to her primarily for sports massage. Occasionally, though, it is nice to augment that with a session that is focused a bit more on simple relaxation.
For those that have never been to a professional massage therapist before, the general protocol is for the client to be as undressed as possible. Nude is ideal, but when that's the case there's what they call a "drape" (often not much more than a thin piece of gauze) that is supposed to keep certain areas strategically hidden. For my sports-oriented massages, it's impractical to be completely nude, because there's so much turning and contorting involved that half the session would be taken-up with moving the drape around. So for those I wear a very brief pair of running shorts. For the relaxing massages, though, my custom has been to be nude, with the drape.
For some further context, I'll say that this therapist is a fairly attractive woman (maybe late 30s or early 40s), and over the course of almost a couple years we have struck-up something of a rapport. We have a few things in common, and always seem to have things to talk about. I won't say that we "flirted," because I certainly know that part of her profession involves being kind and indulgent with her clients, but I would say that there was definitely an atmosphere of great comfort between us.
One of the things that can sometimes to happen (to a guy) during a relaxing massage (particularly when administered by a nice looking woman) is a bit of arousal. Usually the situation is such that it's easy to keep under control and does not get "out of hand," to the point of demanding particular attention. Not too long ago, however, while lying face-up, during a session, I began feeling myself getting seriously turned-on, to the point where I just couldn't get it controlled. It was just a run-away train, and I experienced a complete, straight-up, full erection. It was desperately obvious, because the motion caused the drape to slide down a bit, and the end of my penis was poking out from the top of it. I felt the need to apologize, and did so, just saying something lame like `whoops, sorry...' She smiled right at me, and laughed, saying `please don't apologize, it's totally normal. I'm glad you're enjoying the experience.' She moved the drape back up, so that my penis was covered, but it was still entirely obvious that I had a massive hard-on. The outline of it under the thin drape made the covering virtually redundant.
It was very, very nice, and reassuring, to have had her respond to me about the incident, rather than just not saying anything. It was nice to know that I hadn't broken some protocol, or totally embarrassed myself, and that there was even a hint about it being not only okay but in a way a desirable response (`...glad you're enjoying...'). So after that point in time, for my relaxing massages I started to make it a habit to not even make the effort to keep any feelings of arousal under control. I started regarding the experience, in fact, as at least mildly sensual. And on each of my subsequent visits, I allowed myself to simply let go and get completely erect. I started to really enjoy the way it felt to be in that state with this lovely woman standing over me, gently touching my body head-to-toe.
I got the sense, from various cues and the nature of the interaction, that she was entirely aware of the fact that I was now `deliberately' allowing myself to become erect during all our sessions. No doubt I was, and I really started to love the way it felt. I tried not to alter anything else about my behavior during the sessions--I didn't want her to get the impression that I was a total perv, or that I expected her to "do" anything to "help" me out with my state of arousal.
There was a point, though, during one of the sessions, when I seriously started having a major urge for the drape to be gone... I guess there's no other way to put it except to say that my inner exhibitionist wanted to come out. I don't know what exactly triggered that response, because I'm not typically like that, but I really had a strong desire to just be completely nude. At one point the urge was strong enough that I deliberately shifted my body such that I made the drape slide *almost* all the way off, to the point that my totally erect penis was almost entirely exposed. I didn't make any effort at all to prevent it from happening, and just laid there. She stopped what she was doing while I shifted, then sort-of observed the situation, and sort-of smiled at me and said `so... here's the thing... just so you know, usually that's against the rules, but if it's your preference, I'm totally fine with nudity when it comes to well-established clients. We just have to be clear that it's not sexual and I absolutely cannot make any contact at all with your penis.' I said that I would, indeed prefer it--a fairly brazen thing for me to admit, and with that, she just said `no problem,' and tossed the drape off to the side.
I just simply cannot deny (or even explain in words) how indescribably spectacular it felt to be laying there totally nude, in front of her, while sporting a raging hard-on. It's very difficult to describe how--on one hand--I had absolutely no desire to push any "sexual boundary" with this woman, or to do anything that she wasn't entirely comfortable with, yet--on the other hand--it was an outrageously indulgent experience, undoubtedly sensual, if not marginally erotic. It just feels absolutely fabulous.
I still go all the time, and always strip naked from the moment I get into her studio--for all my massages. now. I look forward to the experience with great delight. There is something about it that is truly relaxing and energizing, and deliciously sensual. I LOVE being nude with her and hope the experience can continue for as long as possible. I'm doing my best to see that it does by tipping nearly as much as she charges for a session :-)
That's all there is to it. No actual sex, just an indulgent little escape...
For those that have never been to a professional massage therapist before, the general protocol is for the client to be as undressed as possible. Nude is ideal, but when that's the case there's what they call a "drape" (often not much more than a thin piece of gauze) that is supposed to keep certain areas strategically hidden. For my sports-oriented massages, it's impractical to be completely nude, because there's so much turning and contorting involved that half the session would be taken-up with moving the drape around. So for those I wear a very brief pair of running shorts. For the relaxing massages, though, my custom has been to be nude, with the drape.
For some further context, I'll say that this therapist is a fairly attractive woman (maybe late 30s or early 40s), and over the course of almost a couple years we have struck-up something of a rapport. We have a few things in common, and always seem to have things to talk about. I won't say that we "flirted," because I certainly know that part of her profession involves being kind and indulgent with her clients, but I would say that there was definitely an atmosphere of great comfort between us.
One of the things that can sometimes to happen (to a guy) during a relaxing massage (particularly when administered by a nice looking woman) is a bit of arousal. Usually the situation is such that it's easy to keep under control and does not get "out of hand," to the point of demanding particular attention. Not too long ago, however, while lying face-up, during a session, I began feeling myself getting seriously turned-on, to the point where I just couldn't get it controlled. It was just a run-away train, and I experienced a complete, straight-up, full erection. It was desperately obvious, because the motion caused the drape to slide down a bit, and the end of my penis was poking out from the top of it. I felt the need to apologize, and did so, just saying something lame like `whoops, sorry...' She smiled right at me, and laughed, saying `please don't apologize, it's totally normal. I'm glad you're enjoying the experience.' She moved the drape back up, so that my penis was covered, but it was still entirely obvious that I had a massive hard-on. The outline of it under the thin drape made the covering virtually redundant.
It was very, very nice, and reassuring, to have had her respond to me about the incident, rather than just not saying anything. It was nice to know that I hadn't broken some protocol, or totally embarrassed myself, and that there was even a hint about it being not only okay but in a way a desirable response (`...glad you're enjoying...'). So after that point in time, for my relaxing massages I started to make it a habit to not even make the effort to keep any feelings of arousal under control. I started regarding the experience, in fact, as at least mildly sensual. And on each of my subsequent visits, I allowed myself to simply let go and get completely erect. I started to really enjoy the way it felt to be in that state with this lovely woman standing over me, gently touching my body head-to-toe.
I got the sense, from various cues and the nature of the interaction, that she was entirely aware of the fact that I was now `deliberately' allowing myself to become erect during all our sessions. No doubt I was, and I really started to love the way it felt. I tried not to alter anything else about my behavior during the sessions--I didn't want her to get the impression that I was a total perv, or that I expected her to "do" anything to "help" me out with my state of arousal.
There was a point, though, during one of the sessions, when I seriously started having a major urge for the drape to be gone... I guess there's no other way to put it except to say that my inner exhibitionist wanted to come out. I don't know what exactly triggered that response, because I'm not typically like that, but I really had a strong desire to just be completely nude. At one point the urge was strong enough that I deliberately shifted my body such that I made the drape slide *almost* all the way off, to the point that my totally erect penis was almost entirely exposed. I didn't make any effort at all to prevent it from happening, and just laid there. She stopped what she was doing while I shifted, then sort-of observed the situation, and sort-of smiled at me and said `so... here's the thing... just so you know, usually that's against the rules, but if it's your preference, I'm totally fine with nudity when it comes to well-established clients. We just have to be clear that it's not sexual and I absolutely cannot make any contact at all with your penis.' I said that I would, indeed prefer it--a fairly brazen thing for me to admit, and with that, she just said `no problem,' and tossed the drape off to the side.
I just simply cannot deny (or even explain in words) how indescribably spectacular it felt to be laying there totally nude, in front of her, while sporting a raging hard-on. It's very difficult to describe how--on one hand--I had absolutely no desire to push any "sexual boundary" with this woman, or to do anything that she wasn't entirely comfortable with, yet--on the other hand--it was an outrageously indulgent experience, undoubtedly sensual, if not marginally erotic. It just feels absolutely fabulous.
I still go all the time, and always strip naked from the moment I get into her studio--for all my massages. now. I look forward to the experience with great delight. There is something about it that is truly relaxing and energizing, and deliciously sensual. I LOVE being nude with her and hope the experience can continue for as long as possible. I'm doing my best to see that it does by tipping nearly as much as she charges for a session :-)
That's all there is to it. No actual sex, just an indulgent little escape...
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