Lovemaking enhanced by erotic massage has changed my life. Through the warm, healing hands of my lover, I have been able to experience sex to the fullest. It is no longer a moment’s pleasure or a quick, thrilling kick. The adoration of the body through caring caresses of hot, naked flesh has elevated my sexual experiences to pinnacles of blissful release previously unknown to me.
Living and working in the fast lane of high finance is my life, and I love it. The heavy hit action and heady power deals send me flying and have always extended into my personal and sexual life. I always liked my sex like I like my job fast, hard, risky and with a bit of uncertainty. Quick wham bangs in luxury hotels seemed the perfect nightcap after a hard day’s work. But with the unnerving performance of the stock market in recent months, I began to experience extreme burnout. After watching one of the biggest deals I had ever put together nearly go down the tubes, I spent a sleepless week and found myself hanging out at the club bar later and later every evening. My friend Gary suggested I take my frustration out on the racquetball court, and even though I’m not much of a player, I took him up on it the next evening.
At the club there are several racquetball courts, two pools, a weight room, tons of high tech machines, a track, a sauna, massage and tanning booths. Your typical well equipped spa with your typical cross section of bodybuilders, secretaries looking for husbands, middle aged Romeos trying to stay in shape and petite prima donnas shedding that last half ounce of fat. The firm owns part of the club, and all the brokers, lawyers, CPA’s and support staff work out there, because it’s across the street from our offices, the drinks and food at the bar are good and cheap, and it’s comfortable.
During our game, which, in my funk, I played with a foolish intensity, I pulled a hamstring. Gary, ever the health freak, suggested a sauna and a massage. I had never been much for sitting around and sweating, but I thought it might do my aching muscles some good. I went down to the second level with him, put on a white terry robe and edged my way into the steam. The heat helped, and after several minutes, I had worked up quite a sweat and got up to leave. Gary insisted I go for a massage. I wasn’t really into it, but the thought of going home and staring at the ceiling was even less appealing.
I went to the desk, signed up for a massage and waited. A short, bulky guy told me to follow him and he would introduce me to Diana, the new masseuse.
I had visions of a stocky woman who wore comfortable shoes and didn’t fool around and would rip into my muscles until I screamed. Imagine my surprise when into the cubicle walked a redheaded vixen with a trim figure and a million dollar smile. Her green eyes did a quick once over of my nearly naked body as I started to stand up. Her body was tight and firm, but girlish, with pert, round breasts pushing against her clinging button down golf shirt.
“Eric?” she asked. “I’m Diana, the new masseuse. Would you turn over, please?” She was friendly but professional. I turned over on my stomach, sorry that I couldn’t watch her as she began weaving her magic on my sore muscles. Her hands were firm, but the skin was soft. She finessed the tightness out of my calves, working methodically but carefully.
She continued her ministrations, working up my legs to my thighs, until she came upon the knot in my hamstring.
“You have quite a lump here,” she said pleasantly.
I was beginning to have quite a lump elsewhere and was wondering what I was going to do when she asked me to turn over. My erection became stiffer as she coaxed the pain out of my hamstring and then gripped my buttocks. She didn’t linger over my muscular cheeks, but just the thought of her touching me in such a private place pushed my hard on to the limit.
Next she was working my shoulders and back, and I sighed as relaxation came over me like a warm blanket. Before I knew it was time to, she asked me to turn over, reached beneath me, and gave me a slight push. Now I was lying flat on my back with my penis flying high through my tiny gym shorts.
Diana said nothing as she kneaded my tired but now excited body from head to toe. Somewhere between those high and low spots she brushed across my obvious erection. I sighed. She worked closer and closer to my crotch. I drifted happily as she inched slowly toward my cock. She smiled broadly, obviously enjoying her work. She grabbed the upper part of one thigh and her fingers probed between my legs, working the muscles leading to my perineum. The tops of her fingers brushed against my scrotum, and I caught my breath.
A bit of moisture was forming at the tip of my dick, and I didn’t know how much longer I could take this blissful but erotic body massage. Was I overreacting to the gorgeous redhead’s pert body and fabulous hands? Her tits seemed to be pushing harder than ever against the soft fabric of her blouse. As she leaned over me, her body came in contact with mine repeatedly, and although we spoke no words, there could be no mistake as to what was happening.
I wanted to take her right there on the table, but she was in control. It was a heady and exhilarating experience, having my body worked over and controlled by this beauty. Her tan body was a perfect marriage of female softness and muscle, and it was touching every bit of me except the part that now needed the most attention.
I was so into this unexpected pleasure that I barely realized this athletic little nymph had grabbed a towel and covered my crotch. She poked more seriously between my legs now, not shying away from my balls, as her kneading became gentler and slower. I felt her fingertips run lightly across my tingling sac, and my dick jumped up. She tickled and toyed with my balls for several minutes before reaching under the waistband of my gym shorts and tugging them down.
Diana grasped my cock in one hand, squeezing the bulging veins and feeling its weight. I felt as if I were absolutely pinned to the table. She stroked my throbbing member with the same finesse she’d just used to work my body over. With one hand she continued kneading me between my legs and tickling my balls while she massaged my cock with the other. I stared wide eyed into her sweet, smiling face with its halo of short red hair. I imagined her pussy, pink and juicy, with wisps of auburn hair delicately framing its mystic cove. I could see her tiny waist giving way to the gentle fullness of her hips. She blinked dreamily at me as she jerked me to fullness and beyond. I wanted to surround myself with her yet her hands, those incredible, knowing hands, surrounded me.
I lifted my hips just slightly as she stroked my steel rod. Tugging on my balls with the smallest bit of force, she sent me reeling and I began to come. My hot fluid flew out and dripped over her hand as she pumped me for every bit of juice I could throw.
I lay there for several minutes, unwilling to move, uncertain of what to say. Diana retrieved the towel from the floor where it had fallen and wiped the come from her hands. I smiled at the roundness of her ass as she bent to pick it up and wished that I could see her naked. I didn’t know if the sex was part of the massage and I was in the dark about a whole new segment of the club’s activities or if Diana and I had just hit it off right away.
“This isn’t the typical massage,” she said, as if reading my mind.
“It certainly isn’t,” I agreed, smiling.
“I hope you won’t . . .” she began.
“I hope you’ll join me for dinner this week,” I interrupted. Diana was a good thing I sensed it. I had never felt so enthused after sex before, and to think I’d only been masturbated! But it wasn’t just masturbation it was an erotic experience the likes of which I’d never known, and it changed my appreciation of sex for life.
I met Diana after work on Friday and knew right away that I hadn’t been mistaken. She was dressed very stylishly and sexily in loose silk pants that fell around her sweet, round ass and clung to the V of her crotch perfectly. She wore no bra but, instead, a dark camisole beneath her open blouse, and her firm, small breasts pointed rebelliously at me. She looked very young all of a sudden. I felt my thirty two years creeping up on me and wondered if this female firecracker was more than I could handle. I watched her red hair fall across her green eyes as she smiled and grabbed my arm briefly but firmly, and we were off.
We ended up in a sushi bar, and I let my knee rest on hers as I watched her delicate pink tongue dart out and hook a piece of pink meat. Conversation flowed easily as we sipped sake and tasted raw tidbits. I admired her muscular physique and was dying to see it nude. When I suggested we return to my apartment, she hesitated I first thought because of lack of interest. Then she stated the real reason: she wanted me to come to her place, where she could give me another massage.
Hopefully I entered her small apartment with the blood surging up and down the length of my dick. I could feel my swelling push against the cotton of my underwear. I stood in the middle of her living room while she slowly and lovingly unbuttoned my shirt, running a hand over my pecs and giving my shoulders a squeeze. Then she reached for my zipper. I pulled her closer and she sought my lips, sticking her tongue deep inside my open mouth. At the same time she worked the muscles of my back with her free hand.
My cock ached to be set free as Diana lingered at my fly. She let her hand rest against my crotch, the bulge pushing comfortably into the cup of her palm. I reached around and squeezed her firm, round ass, enjoying the feeling of her flesh encased in silk. Then she moved away. Taking my hand, she led me through her bedroom to a smaller room.
Pink light colored a closet she had converted into a workout room. There was an exercise pad on the floor, a stationary bicycle and some free weights. She stepped out of her pants and stood above me in tiny black briefs. She had eased me to the floor, where I lay across the mat, dying to feel her hands on my flesh. Diana positioned herself above me and sought my toes to begin her journey of sexual celebration. I lay still as each toe was carefully caressed and soothed. I felt the release as tension flew from between each one. I was so aware of her beautiful red pink womanhood, which was so close that I could smell her pungent odor. I felt no overcoming need to take this woman, as I often had in the past. I reveled in the sensations of her exploring my body and wondered if this would be one time in my life when I could let go of my macho need to control and allow myself to enjoy the love that one person can give another.
Diana worked her way up my legs, her ass still twirling in front of my face. I raised my head and pushed my nose into her black silk cheeks, and she giggled and snuggled closer to me. As she worked my legs as though they were threads of muscle, each requiring special attention, I wanted to reciprocate. I reached up and stroked her smooth, sleek back.
I focused on the breaks between the vertebrae as I saw a bit of moisture develop in the seam of her panties. Diana approached the sensitive spot beneath my balls with her knowing touch. She worked me beneath my scrotum and gripped my buttocks with her hands. She began to stroke my cock as I worked my hands up her back. I reached around in front of her and slowly, fingertip by fingertip, insinuated myself against her fine breasts.
Diana seemed to grab my ass with the same slow intensity. Although I had never had a woman touch my asshole before, I now felt her tickling my anus. I reveled in the flicking of her finger across my tight sphincter, rejoiced in the heat of her fleshy tits in my hands, thrilled to each stroking of my cock.
Diana turned around, shed her black panties and faced me. Her hands left my crotch and gently poked and prodded my chest and shoulders. The stress being released from the top of my back seemed to make my cock stiffen even more. She pushed deep into the muscles of my shoulders and my arms felt limp. My hard on raged and my hips rose slightly, and the tip of my cock brushed her labia.
As I entered her, I felt myself responding with the wellness and joy flowing through my entire body. Diana’s caresses had certainly rejuvenated me. Even as I traveled deep inside her pussy, my fantasy came to life, because my entire body had been touched. I longed for more of Diana’s sensual wisdom, and my cock felt energized within her.
I felt her hands defining the musculature of my pecs, and I held her arms as lightly as possible to try to feel the magic they possessed, as I felt my balls exploding with their hot potion.
Shivers ran through my body as my orgasm sizzled down my spine. Her pussy was as well trained as her hands and milked me for every drop I had. I continued to delve within her, not wanting the pleasure to recede. Yet Diana sat atop me, my dick firmly planted within her, and wove her magic by slowly caressing my head. Her hands ran skillfully across my scalp my ears were soothed with the wisps of her fingertips. My face was recreated by her touch, my eyelashes drawn by the merest of strokes. How was it possible that I had lived so long without this festival of body worship? I longed to reciprocate for the pleasure that Diana was showing me. At that moment, the only way of doing that was through my dick. So slowly I hardened again. Already inside her luscious cunt, I now began to probe carefully. I sensed the tingle of her giving way inside, the seeming shattering of glass as Diana’s composure dripped away through her cunt. She gave a scream of surrender as we grasped each other in delight. Diana’s tiny body twisted in joy as I felt her contractions grip and release, love and fuck a moment to die in as the sweet redhead flailing above me elicited a second shot of sperm from my aching balls.
Sweet heat, fuck, come and pleasure. It felt as though I had finally learned the true joy of sex. It comes from within. Not within my cock, but within my entire body. Each muscle, each tendon, every atom contributes to the joy of sex. Without Diana, I never would have known.
Erotic massage is growing to be the lifeblood of my sexual experience. Diana and I have reached a nirvana I never thought possible. Without the massage aspect of our relationship, I would never have transcended the day to day experiences of life sex would have continued to be a quick release and not the liberating force I think it’s truly meant to be.
Diana, though ten years my junior, is a truly talented teacher. I have begun to learn the ways along her sleek muscles and trim body and can travel knowingly her road of pleasure. I love every inch of her, and she loves me. Our erotic massage experiences have caused our bodies to merge into one flowing, erotic place.