Since English is not my native language, I ask for a little understanding if not every expression or punctuation mark is correct.
Suggestions and constructive criticism are welcome.
The story describes a date as it happened in real life. (Only the names have been changed.)
After the 'event', I asked the other people involved (Lucie and Erich) to also record their impressions in a short report. In retrospect, the three of us described our own impressions with our own words and from our own perspective.
One sex experience - three perspectives.
For better understanding please read "Lulu Gets a Massage -- Prelude" first.
And here it is, the 3rd of three 'experience reports', in our own words, from our own perspective.
Lucie's point of view.
When Paul came out with the fact that he wanted to give me an erotic massage from a man for my birthday, I was a bit skeptical. I had hinted that I would find it very exciting, but this came as a surprise. But, well, I was willing to be surprised.
But I made it clear to him that the 'masseur' would have to be very sympathetic to me; otherwise, nothing would work. Paul assured me that I, alone, would decide whether the massage would really take place and, if so, how far I wanted it to go. (Paul, the scoundrel, must have had ulterior motives again.)
But first, let's see what kind of guy this 'masseur' was.
When Erich, that was his name, finally came to our agreed meeting, he immediately made a good impression on me. He was a bit older, about 60 years, but really well preserved. Straight grown, a little taller than Paul, very slim, without being thin, and gray, well-coiffed hair. He was wearing designer jeans, a white shirt and a sporty jacket. A very well-groomed appearance. His hands, too, were very well-groomed, with long, delicate fingers. "Pianist's hands," as he had once written. 'Probably not entirely uncomfortable with a massage,' I thought.
He also smelled pleasant; otherwise, it wouldn't have worked at all-- I was very sensitive about that.
He also had good manners, knew how to express himself and chatted charmingly. And he hadn't forgotten my birthday and brought me a bottle of champagne and a portion of truffle chocolates as a gift. I was pleasantly surprised.
So yes, okay, I would let him massage me.
So after some time, I went into the bedroom, undressed, and lay down on the bed. I was a bit queasy, after all, I hardly knew this Erich. What if his massage made me uncomfortable? Paul had promised me that he would stop the massage immediately on a sign from me, that I would have the last word in everything. But you never know.
I decided to just let it come to me, and called the two of them.
They also undressed, and Paul lay down on the other side of the large marriage bed. Erich looked at my back for a moment, mumbled something I couldn't understand, then knelt next to me.
The first thing he did was to put some oil on my shoulders and neck. Then, the massage began. He gently stroked my neck muscles again and again, moved his long fingers upwards to my temples, and exerted a gentle pressure there. Then back again. He then slid into my hairline and a little further into my hair, I felt his fingernails clearly on the scalp. A pleasant shiver ran through my body.
Erich noticed how much I liked it and stayed with it for some time.
Then he started to massage my shoulders lightly, he had warm and comfortable hands, it was wonderfully relaxing. 'Yes, I really need that kind of relaxation,' I thought. He also massaged my arms, very sensitively, my back, with a lot of oil, and very extensively. Oh, it was glorious, I enjoyed it to the fullest.
As he worked the sides of my body, he kept brushing over the exposed sides of my breasts, squeezing lightly.
The strange hand there had an effect on my hormones. Suddenly, there it was. This beautiful light atmosphere of the beginning game of eroticism.
'Oh dear, I'm lying completely naked in front of him,' flashed through my head. 'What is he doing to me now? Well, it was advertised as an erotic full body massage,' I thought. And now, without a doubt, it began to become erotic.
The certainty that Paul was right next to me, made me loosen up and I began to relax.
But to my astonishment, this kind of massage aroused me. I enjoyed it too much to break it off, I didn't protest. On the contrary, I was already clearly getting a little fuzzy, and my thighs opened slightly.
Erich then knelt between my legs and continued massaging. Slowly, he slid down my back to my buttocks; a little deeper he then slid with his hand and massaged my halfmoons, which seemed to please him well. This made me quite uneasy.
He dripped copious amounts of oil on my buttocks, so abundantly that several drops found their way through my buttocks and wetted my little coochie. A great feeling, although it wouldn't have been necessary because my body had reacted and I was already a little wet with sexual arousal anyway.
He massaged my buttocks again, and also the insides of my thighs, sometimes gently, sometimes firmly. Every once in a while, he slid deeper and sometimes brushed his fingers through my crack almost to my pussy.
Suddenly, it shuddered through my body. Was it a coincidence or did Erich actually touch my pussy? There, again! Only very briefly, but unambiguously. This was no longer a coincidence. That couldn't be.
Clearly, he gently worked his way down through the crack of my buttocks and each touch of my pussy became longer, and each electrified me more, making me hornier.
