Saturday, June 30

Massaged while on Vacation - part 1 - Julie has fun!

My husband has now officially been made love to by a man's hand! Ha Ha!
On our recent vacation we did three notable kinky things. The other two, buying then parading him in a woman's bikini bottoms, and having a pair of cute hotel maids see his spanked bare bum in the corner, I recounted in my previous two blog posts. With this third thing, I have saved what I think is the best for last.

We were checked into an elegant hotel and when I was in the room I found that they had a Spa located in the hotel. I thought wouldn’t a massage be grand? They advertised an 80 minute "Therapeutic Massage" that blended various different massage styles. I honestly wasn't thinking any kinky thoughts at all (except getting some kinks out of my neck) so I phoned down and booked my massage for the next day. I specifically asked for a Female therapist (I am not comfortable receiving a massage from a strange man). It was all booked up.

Next day, came massage time, I wandered up to the Spa in my bikini and a fluffy hotel robe and slippers. The Spa was located on the top floor, adjacent to a rooftop terrace that had a sunning area and a small cool pool. I thought I might catch a few rays after.

When I got up there I looked around for a Spa reception, but found none. I made a couple of passes and saw some literature, but no obvious place to check-in. Then I recalled seeing a young man in an all black outfit just standing there quietly, feet spread and arms crossed behind his back. I had actually passed him twice looking around. So I went to him and asked him where do I go for the Spa?

"You are Ms. Julie?" he asked in excellent though somewhat accented English. I told him I was and he confirmed "80 minute Therapeutic Massage?" Yup. That was me. "This way please." And he held the door he was standing in front of open for me.

I was a little confused. Usually you check-in at a reception desk, they give you a little tea and have you wait a couple of minutes, and then your therapist comes to get you and escorts you into the massage room. Was this guy the receptionist and was he taking me to the therapist???

He ushered me into the room which was the treatment room. Soft lighting, a massage table, soft ambiant music. He said "Please, undress however you are comfortable and lie on the table under the sheet," he said. And with that he left.

Whoa! Was he my massage therapist??? I had specifically asked for a Female. But I thought that the woman on the phone's English was not that great, and perhaps she heard the MALE part of feMALE only??? If she did, she must have thought "what a slut!" Or maybe he wasn't my therapist at all, but was just the receptionist getting me set and a woman therapist would walk in??? I was confused? Do I walk out and ask for clarification? Why didn’t I do that already? I would look like such a fool. Do I stay dressed and wait to see who shows up?

Then I got to thinking about the guy. He was extremely fetching. He was not overly tall, and very nicely muscled. Likely in his late twenties. He had a soft manner about him that I instantly took to. He had dark skin. Maybe Indian background but with a mix of features and an accent I could not pin down. Would it be so bad getting a massage from him? In fact, I got a little thrill from the thought! And I remembered how he had stood so patiently, still as a statue, feet spread, hands behind his back, as I wandered around trying to find reception, without saying a word until spoken to. That was nicely submissive.

I decided that rather than make a fuss, I would go with the flow. Whatever was destined to happen will happen. I'm on vacation so damn the torpedoes! I daringly stripped completely nude, and snuggled face down under the thin sheet awaiting my fate. My pussy was already tingling. Oh My!

A few moments later I head a soft knock. I said "come in". In stepped my Indian God. It was the man! Oh My Gosh! My heart was fluttering a little.

He introduced himself as Michael. His English was really excellent and he used a sophisticated vocabulary. He started explaining in a soft voice the massage. It would consist of some stretching first, followed by some deeper tissue work, followed by a softer massage with oil. He asked me to start face up, and he lifted the sheet up, hiding himself behind it, so I could roll over without him seeing me.

He started by baring my right leg, draping the sheet around it so that it pushed pleasantly up against my pussy. He then lifted my leg and manipulated it, moving it this way and that way and stretching it out, my foot right back towards my ear. He managed the sheet so that I never was exposed, but all that moving my leg around lit a fire in me down there! He did more of the same on the other side, and then moved to my arms. As he was doing my arms I felt the sheet barely clinging for dear life to my breasts, one gentle tug away from being bared to his eyes.

During the whole thing I chatted away with him. I asked questions about him and his city, and told him a little of myself and my husband and our trip. He was so demure and soft spoken. But he was so strong and beautiful, and his hands, Oh My God so sexy!


For the next phase he had me roll over. He then pulled the sheet down to my low (very low!) back. And he massaged my upper and lower back. Each time his fingertips reached my bum I moaned a bit and told him that was nice and asked if he could do more there (WHAT A SLUT!!!!). He let his hands go more freely and pushed his hand right under the sheet to massage my butt cheeks. He asked "is this all right?" and I said "it's divine" (SLUT! SLUT! SLUT!).

Then he went downstairs to work my leg muscles. He draped the sheet so that it was inside my bum crack and my butt cheek was exposed. He did incredible strokes all about and down my leg, from waist to toe, concentrating on my butt. He got me moaning again (SLUT!). As he rubbed up the insides of my thighs, his fingers came tantalizingly close to my pussy, but never touched it. Wah!

Then he had me turn over and did similar on the front of my legs and my arms, and my shoulders and neck. Yummy. Again, when he was doing the insides of my bared legs he got so close to my pussy. Arghhh!

We had continued our chat the whole time, and we were getting along well. I thought I would flirt a bit. No harm in that, right? I asked him if he was requested more by men or by women clients? He said more men. I asked if they were mainly gay men, did he think? He answered he was sure some were. Do they ever ask you to rub them in a sexual way? I asked (SLUT!). He said sometimes, yes. "Do you do it?" I asked with a twinkle. He said "here it's against the rules". Not an answer! "Do women ever ask you?" He didn’t answer, just made a little non-committal noise.

Good enough! In for a penny in for a pound! I felt utterly safe and utterly in control. Was it being unfaithful to david? Who cares. He had done it to me in massage parlours, and while married at that! Besides, he didn't need to know.

"Michael, I find the sheet gets in the way. Would you mind taking it away?" MEGA SLUT!

"Of course, Julie" he said, and he just whisked the sheet away leaving me bare as a baby on his massage table. Bare breasts, bare pussy. That was easy! What was I doing? This was dangerous I thought to myself, in more ways then one. Oh My God Oh My God Oh My God!

He stood up behind my head, and massaged down towards my tummy and abdomen. The tips of his fingers pushed to the inside crease of my leg sending thrills through me. When his hands came up they massaged the sides of my breasts to end at my shoulders, neck and head. His hands came under my breasts, and massaged all around them. I moaned like a bitch in heat. Only once, and very deliberately, did his fingers brush across my hard nipples. "More!" I begged.


Despite my slutty begging, he stopped anyways. I felt his finger push on the top of my head. Then between my eyes, then above my lip, then between my breasts, then right around my belly button, then on my lower addomen... Hmmm... this was getting interesting! The next press came just above my pussy. So close to bliss! The next press he jumped over my pussy and pushed up between my legs, on the skin between my pussy and my asshole. Embarrassing but lovely! Especially as he groped a bit to find just the right spot. How could I let this be happening to me!

He walked down the table and stood at my feet. His hands rubbed up my legs, deeply on the insides of my thighs. At the top end of his stroke his fingertips barely brushed the lips of my pussy. Oh God! This was killing me!  I spread my legs a bit wider for him. What was I doing??? A strange man had a perfect view right up my pussy, and was touching it! I am such a bad girl!!!

He then lifted both my legs and bent me over backwards. His strong hand rubbed my lower back and my butt cheeks. He rubbed inside my bum crack, brushing my anus. He rubbed the backs of my thighs, "accidentally" rubbing across my pussy several times as he did so.

He lowered me gently back down. He walked to beside me, and stroked my inner thighs with his strong hands. His arms and the blades of his hands blatantly rubbed up against the outer lips of my pussy. I was extremely close to having a rather extreme orgasm by then. I was moaning and whimpering under his touch so much. He was way better than david!


"Relax…" he said to me softly and moved up to my head where he gently massaged my temples.

I felt a twinge of annoyance, him telling me to "relax". And then I thought, shucks, is the protocol to stop short of making me cum??? Am I that offside that I needed correcting from this man??? How humiliating. Now I got a head rub until I calmed down? Really??

He stopped the temple massage and left me there. I could hear him doing something over there. I kept my eyes closed and tried to calm myself.

I gasped as I felt something burning hot on my tummy! When I recovered my senses I realized he had poured hot oil on me. He dribbled the oil up my tummy and he circled each breast and then dripped the oil directly on my nipples. His strong hands then grabbed my breasts and massaged the exceptionally slippery oil all over my upper body. Oh God it was fantastic!

He wasn't corecting me before for my sluttishness, he wanted to make sure I didn't cum before he got to this part! I guess he misjudged my abilities in that regard and went a little too fast before! Ha Ha!

Then he disengaged and the next thing was that the oil was poured over each leg in turn, stopping to rub it in. He then poured the oil on my high upper legs and my low abdomen, circling my pussy. He ended dribbling the oil right at my clit. Oh My God Oh My God! It's 'gonna get real good now!

Then he dove in with his hands and rubbed. He was not coy this time, he rubbed the lips of my pussy. He pulled on my labia and went all around it. He spread me and he circled my clit with his slippery fingers. Then he held my lips tightly closed as he pushed down on me, and slipped a finger through to my clit, fucking my clit with his amazing fingers.


Every now and then his hand slipped down and massaged my butt cheeks, his fingers trailing back up brushing me intimately everywhere. He was rough, then gentle, then inisistent, then feathery. He rubbed my skin and came back to my cunt. Oh God!

I confess that I came like there was no tomorrow! I tried not to scream, for the sake of his hotel job.

"That was very, very nice, Michael…" I told him, exhausted and flaked and relaxed on his table. "My pleasure, Julie" he whispered in his soft, soft, sexy voice. He then went away and came back with hot damp towels that he rubbed me all over with to get rid of the excess hot oil. That turned into a vigorous rubdown to get my circulation all nice and flowy again. He flipped me over and did the same on my back and bare butt. Hmmmm....

He left me once more and he rang a little bell. I guess that meant my massage was over. "Take your time, Julie" he said "I'll wait outside". I lay there a bit longer just revelling in the experience. I slowly got up and put the robe on. Didn’t feel like putting my bikini on. Too much effort! I just stuffed it into my pocket.

That's when it came to me. david needed to experience this.

TO BE CONTINUED…

28 comments:

  1. Oh to be a fly on the wall to see that!

    Sandy

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    1. It wasn soooo sexy! I might have liked an audience.

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  2. I always love hearing about what you're getting out of it just as much as David is getting humiliated.

    So was there an extra charge of his "manual" services or was it covered in the base price? lol

    Sandy

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    1. No extra charge discussed, but you can bet I left him a big tip!

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    2. Very interesting. I know it will be discussed further in your next post but it just came to me that you could easily take this type of arrangement to the next level if you really wanted to. Someone to do things to David while you watch and get off and things to you for your additional pleasure. From what you've said previously, I doubt you're ready to go there quite yet but it's still interesting to me because it seems you kind of took the first step in something very similar to cuckolding.

      Sandy

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    3. Not similar to, I would say it actually was cuckolding! After david had his experience I let him know in no uncertain terms, with Michael in the room, what I had let Michael do to me and how great it felt. Turns out david didn't mind, and even got off on it, wanting me to tell him in complete detail afterwards what Michael did to me.

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    4. Now that I find exceptionally interesting. Not so much from David's point of view as I find that natural considering I know where his kink is coming from. I am more surprised at your actions though definitely in a good way. Quite bold, but that seems it's becoming par for the course lol Now that you've opened that particular door I can't wait to see what you do. I am curious to know if David has inquired about you being interested in doing something like that again with another man. Personally, my imagination is running wild right now with all the various scenarios you could put David through where both of you get what you want. Of course there's lots of ramifications to it I suppose. Can't wait to see what you do.

      All the best
      Sandy

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    5. I'm not interested in having any kind of sexual relatationship with another man, so my going for this and enjoying it so much was a bit of a surprise to me too! I was happy david seems to have enjoyed by little dalliance as well. Looks like I can do no wrong ;-)

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    6. Any plans or thoughts on feeding david's humiliation cravings by playing up how good (as in better) it was with Micheal than it is with david?

      Maybe next time 'force' david to sit there and observe how a woman of your high caliber (and sexual desires) needs to be touched?

      I would think that if he were forced to sit there naked (and obviously aroused) and watch as a male therapist gets his wife off, david would be soooooo humiliated. Of course you could feed into this by admonishing him in front of the therapist to not touch himself AT ALL.

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    7. Already partially done! After the massage I gave david an earful, in front of Michael, regarding his inadequacies as it relates to pleasuring me with his hands.

      But perhaps a hands-on lesson would drive the point home. Ha Ha!

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  3. Incredibly sexy evolution of a scene. You have a pretty amazing ability to read people and push to a limit without going over! Hot hot hot...

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    1. I think women have it easier that way. Men are putty in our hands! Ha Ha! Although I was pretty much putty in Michael's, I must say. Boy was he good!

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  4. All men are putty in Women's hands, particularly Your's Miss Julie. Wow, what a lucky frickening guy. And you totally deserved it too just like every Women does. There is nothing wrong with a Woman trying a different ice cream flavor every once in a while, LOL! I cannot wait to see how it ends. To be frank, my cock is so hard right now. I might have to ask Miss Beth for an exception and be able to get off sometime from these writings, LOL!

    Cheers!


    Mr. Beth

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    1. Perhaps you should go an give her a nice gentle massage (including especially "down there") if you are feeling up to it.

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  5. Ms Julie... oh my! Darn, you have my clitty tenting again! What an adventure!! I always go for women massage people too, maybe because I'm a girl at heart :)
    Glad to hear so much pleasure was had!!
    Sar

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    1. I think I'm changing my massage therapist sex preference! To both "male" and "whenever possible"!

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  6. Happy Canada Day to all my fellow Canucks!

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    1. Yes indeed! Fireworks are flying! Happy Canada Day all.

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    2. Hopefully David's two butt cheeks resemble the shades of the outer thirds of our glorious flag at some point today.

      Sandy

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    3. Indeed, we have a litlte toy flag and I will try my darndest to colour match it using my paddle!

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  7. Wow are you so hot and have the ability to get me as well as all your readers hot as well. Would have loved to have been in Michael's place. Not to sure about the whole cuckolding thing though. A massage would be fine but I personaly wouldn't want to take it any further than that as I feel that would ruin the whole intimacy of marriage in my view. I don't condemn those who practice this and are ok with it, just saying it's not for me. I wouldn't want to share my wife with anyone sexually. Anyway another great post. David is lucky to have such a wonderful woman as you to not only please her sexually but also correct his behavior when he's bad.
    Bob S.

    P.S. I agree that any man is putty in a womans hand whether they want to admit it or not

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    1. Michael was highly trained in the art of pleasuring a woman with his hands. You might have some studying up to do first, bob.

      I have always agreed with your point of view. The thing with the experience with Michael was that it was pure pleasure. No messy emotional attachments. I never understood that before...

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  8. I am wet from reading this....you are amazing.
    Always
    Ron

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    1. Yes ma'am, everytime....you are amazing ma'am.

      Always
      Ron

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  9. Hot , hot , hot ... !!! Thanks


    Lilly

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  10. Really late to this discussion, but some years ago there was a story in a woman's magazine (Cosmo?) where the female writer wanted to know why there were "run and tug" massages for men and not women, and set out to find one - in New York City.

    She found exactly ONE that would come close and NOTHING like the hot scene you just had. She does have a point, though, why can't women get something as harmless as this?

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    1. She should try the south of Spain!

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