Manful Massage, Womanly Pleasures

Manful Massage, Womanly Pleasures As I lay down on the massage table, I couldnt help but feel my heart racing with anticipation as my masseuse approached me.Her dark hair was tied back in a messy bun, accentuating her strong features and giving her a more commanding presence.She had beautiful tanned skin and her eyes sparkled with a playful twinkle in them.Her hands were rough and calloused from years of working with clients, yet they were also soothing and calming.I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, taking in the relaxing aroma of lavender and chamomile essential oils that filled the room.My body tense, I couldnt wait to feel the pressure of her fingers massaging away my tension and filling me up with a sensual release.She began by running her warm hands over my shoulders and arms, gently tugging at my muscles and releasing them with each stroke.Then she knelt next to me and pressed into my thighs, massaging my inner muscles until my breath caught in my throat.As she continued, she started to undress, removing her shirt and revealing her black lacy bra that peeked through her sheer white tank top.Her naked breasts were full and firm, jiggling slightly with each movement.I tried not to stare as her nipples stood out against the fabric of her bra, puckering and tightening beneath my gaze.She bent down closer, pulling at the strings of my bra and tugging it off my body.Next, she unzipped my jeans and pulled them off me, leaving me completely bare.With every touch, her fingertips caressed my skin, sending shivers of pleasure coursing through my body.Her hands traced their way along my legs, lifting them up and rubbing them together, causing my heart to race with each moment.Then she reached forward and captured my breast with her hand, pinching the nipple with her fingers and sucking it deep into her mouth.I moaned as the pleasure overwhelmed me, feeling a wave of sensations wash through my body.Finally, she laid me down on the table, pushing me onto my back, exposing my hardening cock to her sight.With a devious grin, she ran her hands over my stomach and down to my hips, spreading them wide apart.As she leaned down, her mouth hovered above my hardened cock, teasing it with the tip of her tongue before slowly enveloping it in her hot, wet mouth.I groaned deeply, feeling a burst of euphoria course through my body.I bucked up against her lips, my hips thrusting back and forth, wanting more and more of her sweet, tender touch.And finally, I came, spurting out a fountain of cum into her waiting mouth.As I collapsed back onto the table, panting heavily and still coming down from the intense orgasm, my masseuse smiled up at me with approval and satisfaction.You deserve to relax, she whispered, gently stroking my hair away from my face.And with that, she left the room, allowing me to drift off to sleep, content in knowing that the pleasures I had just experienced would be with me for the rest of my life.