MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY: MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY - PART

MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY

PART – 82

MAGIC OF MASSAGE BY MALE

I, my body, my pussy and my ass were fully recovered from the hard fucking at our fuck friends Danny and Eva’s home gang bang fuck party. But still, I was feeling some stiffness in my body.

My husband suggested me to have a good therapeutic massage from Brooni. Getting my naked body massaged and a lesbian sex game with Brooni was not new for me. I do it regularly.

It was a good idea. I telephoned to Brooni. Fortunately or unfortunately, she was not free on that day. She suggested me to have a nice massage by her boyfriend, who was also in the same business. She said that her boyfriend had stronger male hands besides all privacy. She guaranteed that nothing will go against my will during the massage.

However, I was thinking about this and I was quite clearly turned on thinking of displaying my beautiful and sexy body to a male masseur, first time in my life. I liked the idea and asked Brooni to send her boyfriend to our home in the afternoon. She confirmed soon about my appointment with her boyfriend Joel. She also gave me the number of her boyfriend Joel.

According to the plan, I had my quick lunch. By the time I finished my lunch, I received the call from Joel informing me that he will be arriving at my home in about half an hour. I went to the bathroom and I started to undress myself for a shower before the massage.

As soon as I finished my bath and returned to the drawing room from bathroom, wearing only a white luxurious bathrobe, there was a quiet knock at the door.

I heard, "Hello Julee, I am Joel. I am here to give you your massage"

I have opened the door and Joel moved in. He suggested me to take the massage on the bed, so we moved in to my bedroom.

Joel proceeded to unpack the bag which he was carrying, laying out a couple of large towels on the bed along with a one side rubberized bed sheet to put on the bed for saving it from oil stains. While he was doing this I was checking out my masseur. His physical presence was impressive. It was clear that he was very well built. His head was completely shaven, and he stood probably 6 feet three inches tall with wide muscular shoulders. After spreading the massage bed sheet on the bed, he asked me to lie on my stomach and handed me a towel to place over myself.

A few minutes later Joel turned towards me, wearing a loose fitting basketball top and a pair of tight fitting Lycra bike shorts. He made some small talk and prepared his massage oils. Joel took a small CD player out of his pack and turned on some relaxing "massage therapy" music. Joel then proceeded to explain his massage techniques. He explained that the massage comprised two parts. The first would comprise a gentle and more superficial massage, with the second part involving deeper probing of the tissues. If at any time I feel the probing was too deep or if I was uncomfortable in any other way I should feel comfortable indicating this so that he could adjust his technique. Likewise if there was an area that I feel needs an extra attention, I should indicate. Most important was for me to feel completely relaxed and he promised me that it would be the most relaxing and at the same time invigorating massage I had ever experienced. Joel also explained that he use a number of different massage oils and that the first oil in particular may make my skin to feel quite sensitive to touch. Things were about to get underway.

Joel had placed me on the middle of the bed and positioned me so that my toes hung just over the end of the bed. This left plenty of room between my head and the head end of the bed. He then knelt beside my left side and pulled the towel down to expose my back as far as the upper portion of my buttocks.

Joel began by squirting some massage oil over my exposed back and was gently spreading it around. He then began what was obviously a professional standard massage. He began at my neck and slowly worked his way down my spine before concentrating on my shoulders and my upper arms. He then took my arm, laid it in the cleft between his thighs, and continued to massage down my arms to my fingers. The whole time my hand rested no further up than his mid-thigh. Next, he moved to my other side repeating the same process.

Intermittently there was small talk but no lengthy conversations. Joel reiterated that the essences in this particular oil may make my skin very sensitive, and will only be used for the first part of the massage. Finishing with my left arm, Joel then sat on the towel beside my buttocks giving a firmer massage to the midline of my back, using his upper body weight for extra pressure. During this, he asked if he was too heavy to which I replied, "No, it feels great." Next, he very lightly ran his fingers over all my exposed skin causing me to squirm and mutter "Now that feels good".

"This is just beginning," replied Joel.

Joel then moved to the end of the bed but not before he folded the towel covering my buttocks and thighs in half from below. This seemed to be in preference to just lifting it up to cover my back again. The overall effect was to leave me more exposed but not excessively so. The next five minutes were spent on foot massage. Gradually, the things progressed up the calf, then onto my thighs. Joel was running his thumbs up the middle of the back of my thighs, with the fingers wrapping round both the outside and inside of the thighs. Reaching the top of the thigh, and still being careful to avoid any overtly contact on my sexual parts, Joel took the towel, moving one edge into the cleft between my buttocks, thereby exposing my left buttock. He massaged me, pushing my buttock muscles to the side. Before moving on to my other leg Joel again gave the light finger routine concentrating on my buttock and upper, inner thigh.

My second leg was massaged as Joel moved up my thigh, rolling the muscles of my inner thigh outwards. My legs were parted with the pressure, allowing him a greater access to my upper and inner thigh. As Joel's hands reached the top of my leg, I rotated my head to watch the proceedings in the mirror. Subtly I lifted my pelvis to reposition myself from lying in the one spot all the time. When I rested back down, my legs were now further apart, giving even greater access. With each pass of Joel's hands up my thighs, he moved closer and closer to my vulva.

"That's very relaxing, Joel." I said. The wave of my skin was moving in front of Joel's hands was brushing against the edge of the towel now barely covering my labia. Joel changed to the fingertip approach. Using both of his hands, he ran his fingers over the backs of my thigh, but his one hand was concentrating on my buttock. His fingers were regularly slipping down the slope leading to the cleft between my ass cheeks. I rotated my leg outwards, inviting his deeper access. Again, Joel resisted the temptation, either deliberately prolonging the tease or perhaps waiting for even more conformation that more intimate contact was allowed.

Joel now replaced the towel so that it covered basically just my buttocks, then explained to me what to expect next.

"We are now going to expel the air from the lower portion of your lungs that does not normally get expelled. I want you to take a deep breath in, and when you feel the pressure, slowly breathe out as completely as you can. We will repeat the process a few times."

With that, he placed my legs together again, assumed a "push-up" position above me and slowly, but progressively, lowered himself down onto me so that his groin rested between the mid portions of my thighs. As he continued to lower himself, his abdomen covered my buttocks and lower back. He remained there for a few seconds before reversing the process.

After one more body press, Joel told me that it was time to roll over, and that he would just be in the bathroom changing the oil while I get comfortable.

Joel left and I rolled over repositioning the towel to cover my front. As I did so, I ran a finger between my legs and then lifted it to my face to inspect. I wiped my hand on the towel, and then pushed the towel between my legs to wipe away any more signs of my arousal. I was perhaps a little embarrassed that Joel would see my freely running cunt. I positioned the towel to cover as much of my thighs as possible without exposing my boobs. The towel was obviously not long enough for both these purposes and as Joel walked back into the room, I was having the upper half of my boobs exposed, but at least my nipples were covered, while the lower end of the towel was little more than 6 inches below my crotch.

Joel moved to the head end of the bed, kneeling with legs either side of my head. I closed my eyes as he began gently massaging my face.

"Do you usually have your chest massaged?" Joel enquired while he was applying his fingertip approach to my face.

"Sure. And your girlfriend Brooni does it." Was my reflex response.

Hearing this, Joel moved the towel down exposing my boobs fully. Now, I was having my boobs massaged first time ever by a male masseuses. As Joel reached for the oil, I opened my eyes and looked up at the torso above me, quickly gaining her first good look at his semi-naked body. Joel's chest was completely smooth, without any hair. I glanced down and have noticed his rippling six pack. Below that, there was only his low cut skin-tight shorts, containing a well-defined bulge within it. I closed my eyes again and Joel squirted some warm oil across my both boobs. As his hands began so spread the oil all over my boobs. Initially, Joel avoided my nipples and was concentrating on the fleshy part of my boobs. Almost immediately, my nipples were stiffened, following which Joel included my areola in his ministrations, sliding my nipple between his fingers.

Joel now shifted to my left boob where my nipple was already well and truly erected. He traced circles of oil around my boob. When my left boob received the same attention the right boob had, Joel placed one hand on each of my boobs and continued his gentle but firm massaging on them. I was enjoying my massage in a sensual fashion. Using a hand on each of my boobs, he was lightly running his fingers around the base of the boobs in constantly altering paths. The effect on my nipples was amazing, they looked ready to explode! The motions then became more rhythmical. Joel placed his palms directly over my nipples, with his fingers spread widely. He then slowly lifted his hands and his fingers contracted towards my nipple. On reaching the nipple in his thumbs, his index and middle fingers closed around the base of each nipples and gently drew them out. He released my nipples and repeated the same process a few more times.

Joel repositioned himself to my left, facing my feet. Rather than covering my boobs, he moved the towel down even further. He started spreading more oil and was massaging my side muscles by running one hand over the other pulling and pushing my muscles.

"Your physique is amazing. What do you do to keep yourself in shape?" He commented on my beautifully shaped body.

"Thanks, I have to work pretty hard at it. I do a lot of exercise and yoga." I replied.

Joel's hands were massaging my lower abdomen. Joel was obviously an expert at his craft of sensual massage. The towel was now placed further up, on my abdomen. Slowly he moved beyond my knee and onto my right thigh, using long strokes from the knee to the top of my thigh. With each stroke, his hands were moving further to the in- and outsides of my thigh. His fingers slipping up under the towel. In the process of doing this not only my legs parted some more, but also the towel moved higher up my legs allowing him to get a vague glimpse of my pussy. Although he was making no obvious attempts, I was sure that Joel could see a lot more.

"Time to turn over again. I am going to work more deeply now but again if you feel uncomfortable please let me know."

"Sure," I replied.

For variation, Joel straddled my upper back facing my feet. He commenced firm strokes along my muscles either side of my spine, fanning out as he reached my buttocks. With each stroke he moved further onto the flesh of my buttock.

His hands now swept down onto the back of my thigh. His left hand was working round the outer side of my thigh, and his right hand was following the crease between my buttock and thigh.

With my leg at an angle of about 45 degrees Joel leaned over to reach the bottom of my hamstring. His tight shorts and the tent in his shorts was clearly indicating that Joel was also enjoying the session. A reasonable sized erected dick was stretching almost to the top of his shorts. As Joel leaned forward, he let his erection graze the small part of my back, causing me to close my eyes and enjoy the sensation. Meanwhile Joel's hands were continuing their progress along my hamstring. With each movement of his hand I let out a soft, barely audible moan.

Before I could go over the edge into an orgasm with sexy massage, Joel ran his hands along the length of my muscle for one or two times and then started again at the lower end, slowly progressing up. Obviously in anticipation of where this would end, I shifted slightly. When I shifted and settled, I exposed most of my pussy and all of my anus.

If there was any lingering doubt that I was finding this highly erotic, then one glance at my sopping pussy would settle the matter immediately. My pussy juices were streamed out between my pussy lips and had formed a small mound where my pussy lips met the bed sheet. It was looking like if I stood up, I would have a string of mucus reaching to the floor. Just how far was this going to go.

Joel's hands were slowly moving up on my thigh. His left and right hands rhythmically rotating around my outer and inner aspects respectively. My breathing became more rapid when he was closer to my wet pussy lips. He was close enough now.

All of a sudden, I let out a groan as I one of my pussy lip pushed up and back by the pressure of Joel's palm. I made no move to neither stop his advances nor closed my legs. Joel's large hands were now rotating and massaging the ball of my hip joint. The tips of his left fingers intermittently appeared between my legs nudging against clitoral end of my pussy. As his fingers disappeared back under my leg, his right hand was sweeping down the crack between my leg and my pussy. The edge of his palm was brushing back and forth along the edge of my mound. My breathing were continued to quicken being in a long slow moan that I tried unsuccessfully to suppress, as my body was tensed and relaxed My pelvis was arching to meet the downward sweep of Joel's palm. This allowed him even greater access under my leg and around to my pussy lips for his left hand. There was now a constant to and fro motion against the side of my wet pussy and little light was flickered off in my eyes when the wetness that was being massaged out from between my pussy lips. Still, there was no direct contact of his hands either with my clitoris or on entry into my vagina.

Finally, I could not hold back any longer. My breathing was erratic and uncontrolled. My eyes were closed and my whole body was tensed. I, having done my best to suppress it for the last 5 to 10 minutes, was having my first orgasm as a result of another man's touch. Joel meanwhile continued his work. As the orgasm faded, he changed to long gentle strokes up and down on my thigh, by lightly brushing my vulva.

I was now feeling more relaxed and when Joel flexed my hip to the side, leaving the now somewhat forgotten towel covering little more than my lower right buttock. I made no move to cover the full and complete view that was available for him of my engorged pussy. My recent orgasm certainly had not stemmed the flow of my pussy juice. This time, when he approached my pussy lips, his actions were slower and more deliberate. Whether this was to tease me even more, or to test the waters of acceptance, I was not sure. The result was that I was more vocal than before. The gentle moans were clearly signaling my state of arousal.

"Are you comfortable?" Asked Joel.

"Ah, ha." was all I could muster.

On this signal, Joel changed his approach. He carefully eased the towel completely off of me. Checking my response, and seeing no move of resistance from me, he started lightly running his fingers over the skin of my both legs. As he stretched down to my ankles, his hot and hard cock was again pressing on my back, but now with greater pressure and purpose. Weaving his fingertips up my legs, he deliberately avoided touching my wet pussy lips, which made me wiggle my bum in the hope of initiating the contact with his hand. The next time, when Joel stretched down to my ankles, he slid his hands below my back, bringing his face inches from my anus and my pussy, and visibly inhaled deeply. My husband always says that I have the sweetest smelling vagina especially when it was flowing. Joel would be getting nothing but that sweet musk aroma today. As he sat up and his head moved away, he breathed out through pursed lips, along the length of my pussy and straight across my anus, which twitched and quivered as his breath passed. Without giving me the chance to contemplate this new development, his fingers traced their way back up, between my legs.

I was lying on my stomach, my legs were spread, with a near naked muscle bound man who was rubbing his clearly erected hard and hot cock on my back. His fingers were playing lightly over my buttocks and down between my legs, occasionally drifting over my swollen labia.

Taking the bottle of oil, Joel dribbled more of it across my ass cheeks, allowing a pool to form just at the top of my ass crack. As it overflowed and a trickle ran down over my anus, Joel quickly placed his finger on the patch of skin between my pussy and my ass hole to stop the "accidental" flow. I flinched and then groaned as his finger moved upwards over my ass hole, scooping up the excess oil but causing me sphincter to constrict involuntarily. He then took my buttocks firmly in his hands. His hands were moving in sweeps from the center out, stretching my anus, then back inwards down onto my upper inner thighs. His hands were following the crease between my buttock and thigh. This resulted in my pussy lips being forced together, opening like a flower, as his hands came together deep between my legs. I knew that I was not going to be able to hold back another orgasm for long.

Joel's hands strokes were now getting shorter, running much more vertically down the midline, still stretching my anus and now also causing the part of my pussy closest to my anus to gape, exposing both the opening of my vagina and the large quantity of juice pooled within. As his fingers moved further down the length of my slit, my inner pussy lips and clitoris momentarily popped into his view. His groin was now nestled against the back of my neck, his face and mouth was inches above my ass hole and my pussy.

Once again he inhaled my pussy and my ass. He blown on my anus and onto my fanny in time with their stretching. How he resisted plunging his tongue in my pussy, I do not know.

Each stroke from Joel’s hands was now causing a guttural groan from me. It was obvious that what was about to happen and clearly I was more comfortable with the situation.

Joel's strokes were even shorter now, just forming small arcs around my labia, my inner pussy lips and my clitoris protruding the whole time, but being constantly jostled by his movements. Copious amounts of pussy juice continued to flow out of my fuck hole. Short rasping breaths came from me as I tensed and let the spasms of my orgasm flow over me.

"Oh god, fuckkk…yesss." I groaned, and I was moving my crotch back and forth trying to gain extra contact with Joel's hands. Joel either had other plans or was not sure about the limit with his girlfriend’s friend. Finally, he gave me was his thumbs resting lightly on my ass hole. As my spasms and groans slowed, so did his hands, having the effect of milking every last ounce of pleasure from my exhausted body.

"I am glad that you enjoyed it. You seemed much more relaxed. It's good to be able to feel comfortable in such a setting in order to be able to experience the pleasures of massage fully." He said.

After few moments, Joel placed his hands around my ankles and after a long glance straight up to my sopping cunt, he drew my ankles together, closing the view. He then stood up, hooked his thumbs into the sides of his shorts, and pushed it down.

"Wow…!" I said. His short was removed revealing a tiny leather G-string. "Oh, sorry." I said, "I thought you were not wearing anything on under your short."

"My apologies for startling you Julee, the short makes the slide quite uncomfortable on sensitive skin." He explained.

"Oh, fine," I replied.

Joel then began covering his upper body and legs in oil, and he was aware that I was watching his reflection in the mirror. His muscles were really superb. He ran the oil across his six-packs down to the low cut top of his G-string. His G-string consisted of little more than a thin, soft leather pouch, barely containing what was obviously a rigid cock, held up by a thin leather string tied at the left hip.

Leaning forward to oil up his legs, he allowed his forearm to knock the side of his groin so that the movement within the G-string made it obvious that whatever was in there was as stiff as an iron bar.

Crawling onto the bed, he placed his knees either side of my legs and lowered his well-oiled torso down onto mine. His groin nestled in the groove between my thighs, a few inches below my crotch. He lay there for a while letting me get used to the pressure. Holding my shoulders, he then slid his body forward. His barely covered cock and balls were gliding up and over my buttocks and onto my back. His chest was now up and over my head. He slid back down, his cock again slipping into the crack in my buttocks and further on down my thighs until his chest was resting on the curve of my bum. He continued this a number of times and then came to rest with his cock wedged in between my buttock cheeks. Joel had kept his legs either side of mine so that my legs remained tightly.

In this position, I was able to feel his cock directly against my leaking pussy but I made no move to change the position.

"Am I too heavy?" Joel asked.

"No, not at all. That skin to skin contact feels really wonderful." I replied.
"Hey, it is too quiet, I did not notice the music had finished. I will just change the cd." He said.

Joel jumped up and moved to change the cd. As he did so erection of his cock was even more visible. The oil soaked into the flimsy material and now clung to, and clearly outlined his genitals. On top of that, as he stood, a trail of mucus ran down his shaft, onto his scrotum and out into the air, until it was about six inches long at which point it fell to the floor. One thing certain was, that it was not oil, and there was not no doubt where his cock was hiding!

Dear Readers

As you must be feeling the sensitivity of the massage, my writing about it went long because I did not want to miss any details of my feelings. Due to this, the story is little longer for posting in two parts.

I would like to inform all of you that next part is also ready and you will be able to read it within a couple of days. I am sure that readers will not mind it to read such a sensitive sex story in two parts.

Enjoy.

Julee