The massage truly begun with her working the warm oil into my broad shoulders. She really dug in, quickly finding the knots caused by my weight training regime. At first it was a little painful, but it was clear that she knew what she was doing so I didn't fight her. My shoulders started feeling less and less sore as she continued to work out the kinks, which helped me settle into the massage.
About fifteen minutes in, I felt a cool breeze as she pulled the sheet down below my ass. She then tugged down my flimsy paper shorts, exposing most of my ass cheeks. Butterflies flew through my stomach, despite the fact that I knew this was just a normal part of the massage.
She stood by my head, putting her weight on my shoulders and slowly leaning in to push her hands all the way down to my bum, before bringing them all the way back up. She repeated this about a dozen or so times, Every time her hands were on my ass it felt amazing, and on the last few goes I swore I could feel her subtly giving my ass cheeks a little squeeze before heading back to my shoulders. She slowly walked round to my midsection, which gave her a better angle to apply even more pressure to my cheeks. She kept one hand on my bum at all times, while her other hand wandered freely around the rest of my upper body.
The next thing that happened did make me wonder. She climbed up onto the table and straddled me, resting most of her weight on my hamstrings. With one butt cheek in each hand, she began kneading and rubbing me. It felt so good, and I mentally willed her on to just keep on going. I briefly wondered whether my shorts had been pulled down low enough to give her a glimpse of my balls, but I quickly decided they weren't. The truth was that I really didn't know. So many sensations were rushing throughout my body that they were difficult to read. I felt her thumbs edge slightly downwards between my legs, allowing her an even better grip on my ass. She continued to knead, moving her fingers and thumbs in unison. Her thumbs went slightly deeper, and I felt the slightest little touch on my balls. Just an accident, of course, but it was enough to send shivers through my spine. My dick was as hard as a rock at this point, still pointing straight down between my legs.
I was so disappointed when she jumped off the table, and pulled my paper shorts back up to my waist. The sexual tension remained, and I was praying that she didn't just go back to work on my shoulders.
She pulled the sheet back up, covering my upper body, and then adjusted it at the bottom so only my left leg was sticking out. I couldn't tell if it was my whole leg or just the bottom half, but then I felt her walk round and grab my paper shorts. She ripped the seam on the left hand side with her strong hands, from the bottom to around half way up, and rolled up the remaining fabric to expose my bare ass cheek from the bottom up. I was delighted, with my hopes still alive that she might accidently brush my balls again with the tips her fingers. This time her massage went from my left calf smoothly up to my hamstrings and back down, getting a little higher with each motion. Within moments her hands were back on my ass, and the sexual tension was unreal. She kept rubbing, gripping my ass and upper leg tightly, which caused electricity to pulse through my body. Although I was pretty sure it was still covered by the flimsy fabric, I knew there was a fair chance she might have noticed my bulging erection. I knew this was a professional establishment, and there was absolutely no chance of this happening, but nonetheless I was mentally begging her to accidently touch my big dick.
She continued massaging, lingering in that same area for what seemed like forever. She kept kneading and rubbing, and then... another accidental touch, and then another! Did she mean to do that? Two touches in quick succession suggested so, and I couldn't help but let out an audible moan of pleasure. She massaged me deeply, with her palms gripping and rubbing my inner thigh. Maybe it was because she felt obligated to work my whole leg, she massaged me deeply despite my big dick being in the way. As the rubbed up and down my inner thigh the backs of her fingers grazed up and down my dick, which made my whole body shudder with pleasure. I was in absolute heaven and in no position to tell her to stop.
She then unrolled the papery shorts material and walked around to the other side of the table. This time she uncovered my right leg, and ripped the shorts on that side from the bottom right up to the waistband. My dick was now pointing down along my right leg, so when she rolled up the loose material I felt sure she could see it all. Unfazed, she started work on my right calf, but I knew it was a matter of time before her hands would be on my dick again. The anticipation was agonizing, as she worked from bottom to top. She took good care of me and soon arrived at my right ass cheek. She continued to knead, and when it was time to massage my inner thigh her fingers slid down and actually wrapped briefly around my shaft. She must have known what she was doing, and now I knew it for sure. I let out another moan, and moments later her hands were around my dick again. She was becoming more and more daring, allowing her hands to stay there a little longer each time, and allowing her grip to tighten ever so slightly. She rubbed the length of my dick, all the way up to my balls, which she then cupped with her left hand. I was left in absolute bliss and unable to do anything but lie there and enjoy it. Her attention was now solely on my dick and balls. For one brief moment I thought of my girlfriend on the floor below, but that though was washed away as the gorgeous masseuse grabbed my massive dick with both hands.
I could hardly believe what was happening. This was something I'd only seen in porn video and read about in erotic stories - and now it was actually happening to me! It felt so good that my breathing became erratic, as she manipulated my whole body with the deftest of touches.
