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I am working on this piece and welcome your comments. I am not sure if there is too much setup and not enough payoff.

Massage Envy

My masseuse was an older woman. She reminded me of my auntie. About 5 feet tall, with a wider frame, thinning hair with that hair color that only older ladies use and thick glasses. She was dressed in a blue uniform that resembled nurses scrubs. She escorted me into the room, handed me a towel and said “undress, lay face down on the table and call me when you are ready.”

I stripped down and positioned myself face down on the massage table with the towel covering my bare butt and I called for the masseuse. She came in and asked me what I wanted to work on and if I had any injuries or sensitive areas.  I told her that I wanted a sports massage and to focus on my lower back. 

She squirts some massage oil on her hands and rubs them together to warm it up. She starts with my shoulders. She kneads them and applies pressure. Her strokes radiate away from my neck and down my arms. She repeats this action several times and I start to feel stress, that I did not ever realize I was holding,   evaporating away from me. She senses that the tension in my body is decreasing and proceeds to increase the pressure on my muscles. She moves on to my shoulder blades and upper torso being careful to avoid putting pressure on my spine.  Her fingers are strong and thick, she puts them to good use squeezing the tightness from my back.  She avoids the towel and begins to work my legs, using long powerful strokes up and down my thighs. She continues to my calves and uses a twisting motion with both hands down alternating between the left and then the right legs.  I’m starting to feel that massage fog hovering over my mind. 

The spell was broken when she asked me to tell her about what I was feeling in my lower back. I explained how I stand all day at work and then I have a stressful commute in stop and go traffic. A lumbar pillow and orthotics help but my lower back ends up paying the price for my daily grind.  

With that she moves towards my right shoulder and stretches over my body to start working on my lower back.  She intensely manipulates the muscles and I feel her belly and her breasts press up against my back as she finds the right angles and pressure.  The knots start to unravel. She continues to travel downwards and her hand slips under the towel. I have a slight moment of concern but the knots continue to weaken. She pauses as she notices my trepidation to make eye contact with me. I give a slight nod and she continues to explore under the towel.  After a few minutes I am feeling transported. 

She heads back towards my lower body. She applies a helping of oil and moves her hands up my thighs under the towel. She kneads my buttocks and this is new for me. No masseuse has ever ventured this far below the towel before. She extends her hands separating my cheeks and, it seems, inadvertently brushes the sensitive areas around my asshole with her thumbs. My asshole, involuntarily contracts. She looks at me, slyly, through the side of her eye with a raised eyebrow. She continues to massage my buttocks and then grazes my hole again.  Again it contracts and has a slight spasm. She pauses again and when she continues, she intentionally brushes her thumb against my hole. It flutters and I release a very faint moan. Blood begins to pool slightly in my cock. 

My masseuse moves away from the table, she goes towards the door and locks it. She returns to the table and brings with her the bottle of oil.  She raises the towel to my back exposing my bottom.  The air in the room was a little chilly and immediately my ass felt exposed.  She poured some oil directly over my crack and, using both hands, ran her fingers between my cheeks directly over my asshole. My body shuddered.  She then stepped back and removed her top, exposing her formidable white industrial bra which was straining to contain her auntie tities.  She approached the table and hooked her arms under my thighs dragging me so that my knees were on the table and my ass was in the air.  My cheeks were spread and my quickly erecting cock and balls were hanging down.  My asshole was now winking with anticipation. 

She oiled up my cheeks and began aggressively squeezing and kneading each side. She began stroking my hole up and down with long strokes. My cock would jump with each stroke. She began to linger near the entrance of my hole and increased the pressure.  She then pushed the tip of her thick index finger towards the center. Gently at first but insistently she convinced my  sphincter to relax. She withdrew and pushed in again, each time going a little further. She reached one knuckle, then the next. She withdrew completely, added some more massage oil the returned to her work with two fingers. She repeated the same process until both fingers were two knuckles deep. She pushed further and began curling her fingers inside me.

I had never had this feeling before of being filled. It was blowing my mind. But then there was something else. As she moved her fingers, I began to get a warm feeling deep inside.  She started thrusting her fingers in me and reaching to that warm spot. I felt the warmth expanding, radiating from inside me to encompass my whole body. I began convulsing. My knees became weak  and I collapsed onto the table. 

The masseuse walked over to the sink and thoroughly washed her hands. She then unhooked the back of her bra and removed her scrub bottoms. She stepped out of her granny panties and approached the table again.  Her auntie bush was in full view. “It’s your turn slim” she said…

NSFW: yes

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