Massage Therapist Stories
 

Just wondering if there are any massage therapists out there who have stories to share. I'm not really talking about a session turning into sex, more just seeing something the client didn't intend for you to see or a client so relaxed they just don't care. Would love to hear these as I'm sure it happens all the time. In fact, I think I might need a second job!

went for a massage
 

In my case I've know my massage therapist for a couple years. She tells me everything about herself and her feelings towards things. She's 43 and been divorced for about 4 years. She has a friend with benefit that's about 64. The guy is a cheap bastard but she says she's tired of guys just wanting to fuck her so she's stuck with this guy for 2 years. She said she's fucked 8 guys since her divorce. She said all she wants is company not to get laid every time. So with this friend of hers, she lets him fuck her once a month but spends about 3 weekends with him every month.
After my massage I saw her rubbing her neck so I started massaging her neck. She said I was good at massaging so she lay on the table fully clothed. I told her I always put oil on the person I massage so she'll need to remove her top. She reluctantly removed her top but left her bra on. While massaging her back I made it seem that her bra kept getting in the way. I said to her after 15 minutes of massaging that it would be a lot easier if she removed her bra. She did but she had me look away.
After about a dozen more you massage me, I massage you sessions I go for the around the breast massage. She said I had really warm hands and it felt good on her so I cupped her breasts and leave my hands on both breasts. When I say breasts I mean really really small Asian breasts. She lets me cup and hold her breasts then I began to massage her breasts including her nipple.
Two sessions later at the end of her massage I began to give her the lower stomach massage going from left to right then right to left. Slowly I began moving further down and eventually massaging the inside of her thighs. After she became comfortable I began to massage her pussy. She grabbed my leg and said I was making her really horny and she was about to cum. I intensify the pussy massage until she came. I then hopped on top of her and rubbed my hard cock along the outside of her pussy. Being the good patient I was I didn't enter her pussy. Nothing else happened. Afterwards she texted me and said I can't massage her any more because she wanted to keep our friendship. She also said it was not fair for me to get so excited and not cum
After my next massage we talked and I told her I enjoyed massaging her, especially when she cums. I told her I don't need to cum, I just want to make her cum. If she wanted she could watch me masturbate in front of her. Well that evening I gave her a full body massage as well as a pussy massage where she came to screaming delights. Oh she also allowed me to stick a finger up her ass which I enjoyed very much.
That's it! We remain good friends and I get to look and touch her body anyway I want

I’m not a massage therapist, but I did have an experience once when I went for a massage. It was in the late 90s and I had a lot of soreness in my body. I think I had just helped someone move and had sore muscles. I decided to treat myself to a massage. I booked the massage and showed up. It was a legitimate place, no happy endings were offered or given. I was in the waiting room until the massage therapist was ready. When I got the call the therapist told me to take my clothes off to the point that I was comfortable and then get under the sheet. She was very hot, long brown hair, probably in her mid-to-late 20s and had a fit body. She left the room and I started getting undressed. Once I was completely undressed I turned to go to the table. At that moment she did a quick knock and opened the door. She saw that I was completely full frontal naked and apologized and walked out. About a minute later she knocked, but waited for an answer. I told her I was ready and she walked in. She was very apologetic and told me she usually waits for confirmation that the person is ready, but that that her day was busy and she wasn’t thinking. I told her it was OK and not a big deal.

Then it got a little weird. She said she noticed that I had a lot of pubic hair. I hadn’t been “manscaping” at that time, so my pubic hair was long. She told me that she also has a lot of pubic hair and doesn’t shave. Then she lifted her shirt which showed her flat belly and then pulled down the front of her yoga pants to show the top couple inches of her pubic hair. She didn’t lower it enough to where I could see anything more than hair. After a couple seconds she covered herself and then started the massage. It was almost like she felt she owed me something for walking in on me, but after that it was like any other massage. Even though it was a long time ago I still have the memory of her belly and pubic hair etched in my brain.

Great story, island. Any other stories of seeing more than you should have during a massage, either as the masseur or massagee?

A couple weeks ago I went for my 4th or 5th massage with this particular therapist. She is particularly good looking, about 25ish. 5'8" slim, athletic body, very nice firm b's (I would guess). She has always worn lulu lemons and similar snug- shape fitting top. Damn it was hard to keep from getting hard.
1st time I went I thought dayam! Massage was great too but she stayed away from my ass. (I always strip right down to nuthin). She always seemed a little guarded, you could tell by the way the conversation went. After a couple massages she seemed more relaxed and would expose and massage more when I think she realized I wasn't looking for nor asking for any extras.

So back to the last massage. She was working my lower back and had pulled the sheet to just above my ass. (I had intentionally laid with my legs a little apart and tucked my wiggler between my legs). At one point she stops and goes to the counter to restart her music. In the mean time I reached back to scratch the back of my thigh below my ass. In doing so the motion pulled the sheet about 1/2 way down my ass. She comes back to the table and continues the massage. I see out of the corner of my eye that she was looking. I scratch my thigh again. Now the sheets are barely covering the bottom my ass cheeks. I noticed her breathing had changed and heard a subtle moan come from her. After about 10 min she moves down to my feet to start working from my feet and up my legs. She would uncover one leg to expose up to almost my whole ass cheek for the side she was working. I heard some more heavier breathing from behind me. Then she switches sides and similarly exposes the other side Her hands kept working up my thighs closer to my wiggler and ass. I'm starting to firm up a little wondering just how far is she going to go when all of a sudden she coughs a little to clear her throat... She says " it's really dry in here. I need to excuse myself to get a drink of waster" and out she rushes. It seemed like she was gone for a full 5 minutes. I thought hmmm that's s big glass of water. She comes back, I glance over my shoulder and notice she is looking rather flushed. She's all professional now no heavy breathing and keeping me covered up instead of almost naked. Finishes up, thanks me for coming back again and leaves the room for me to get dressed.

Hmm I'm wondering if I should be so brazen next time or keep it more "professional". She has never crossed any unprofessional boundaries. Yet.

I had a massage once in a very legit place, the girl was young and very chatty. We talked about all sorts of things and at one point she asked if I was married and I said I was, and she replied, "I can't settle down, there is just too much temptation out there!"

She was pretty liberal about exposing me (some places keep you covered very conservatively - not her!) She had me turn over and was massaging my butt (over the sheet) and said "oooh, its so tight!" I said, "is that good or bad?" She replied, "bad for you, but good for me!" She kept grabbing my butt to hold herself as she massaged my upper back. I think at one point she was right on top of me.

I turned over, and this place used very thin sheets, so like, you could pretty clearly see the outline of my package when I was on my back, and I was starting to get firm, pitching a tent. She was rubbing my arms and my hands were kinda propped up by her hips. When she would rub certain muscles, it would produce an involuntary response from my hands. At one point, my hand kinda hit her butt. She said "ooh, you're cute, but I'm still in my probationary period here and I can't get in trouble!"

I don't think I would have done something anyway, but it was flattering and I tipped her well. The next time I went there she was no longer working there.

massage peeks
 

My wife is a massage therapist and i love when she tells me about here day. Sometimes the sheets move up and accidentally exposes pussy lips from behind or smashed balls. One time she came home all hot and told me a out her client . It was a couples massage a d when she flipped the guy over he had a raging hard on and it was huge. Her and the other therapist made eye contact as b d smiled at each other. If her client has a nice sized cock she can usually see it through the sheets and she usually cant wait to g ell me about it. She works at a resort so it's mostly tourist. Sadly the peaks are actually few a far between and a lot of the time the guys where underwear. Another time she had a client and was massaging around his hip and she said his cock was long and she didn't notice it so while massaging she accidentally touched his cock not expecting it to be there. Another time while adjusting the sheet she pulled a little to low and out popped his cock head. Here's a picture of my wife

Your wife's photo . . .
 

I found the photo of your wife quite exciting . . .

Hot pic, plz post more ?

Fantastic pic. I'd love to see and read more.

Not professional but...
 

About twenty years ago, our family became friends with a woman who was a professional masseuse in Colorado. After a long day of skiing she would come over and set up her table in one of the bedrooms and give each family member a full body massage. I was in my early 20's at the time and I discovered that I loved getting a massage. I also paid close attention to what she was doing, both in terms of actual massage techniques, and how she moved the sheet around to give her access without exposing too much.

The first time I got a massage I kept my boxers on because it never occurred to me that I could be naked for a massage. All throughout the massage she would talk to me about how much she loved living in Colorado and all the things she and her friends did. She was only a few years older than me, and was a real free spirit, some would call her a hippie. At one point we talked about the hot springs which we had visited many times. The hot springs had a sign that said bathing suits required until sundown. My family had noticed the sign, but kind of thought it was a joke.

So at some point I asked her if she and her friends ever went to the hot springs, and she said of course, but only at night because we always go naked. Well that got my attention in several ways, and we actually talked about it with her being very casual about the whole thing. She told me I should definitely go at night, and that it was much better naked. She also mentioned that I should do my massage naked as well if I was comfortable with it.

I didn't need to be told twice, and from then on I was always naked for my massages. She was very professional, and my whole family was about ten feet away so nothing sexual happened, but there were definitely a number of times where I was exposed on the table flipping over or when the sheet slipped a bit. She even worked out the muscles in my ass once she saw that I was naked.

Flash forward a few years, I took what I had learned from her massages and started giving massages to my GF who is now my wife. Apparently I had learned well, because my wife would rave about my massages to other people whenever the subject came up.

Well her friends and her sisters took note and started asking me for a massage, usually just a shoulder rub, all the time. And I never say no, so over the past 20+ years I have given many massages. Usually just a quick session to work out some stress in their neck and shoulders, but occasionally it has gone a bit further.

On several different occasions a neck massage turned into a back massage, and after a few minutes of struggling to avoid bra straps I have had a number of different women say "fuck it, you've seen boobs before" and just take their bra off. I was always very cool about it, and never touched them sexually, but I have gotten extended looks and many peeks while giving my massages.

Its a skill worth learning.

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.. its a skill worth learning ... cant agree more !!

I've been thinking about sharing this for a while. I've never told anyone this.

I was in my mid 20's, and had never gotten a full body massage before. One day at work they had a massage therapist come into the office to do free 20 minute shoulder massages. Of course, she passed out her business card. So eventually I called, made an appointment, and started seeing her periodically.

The first massage I left my underwear on, since I really didn't know how the draping worked. I was still kinda young and awkward, and actually kinda innocent in a way. After seeing how that I was always covered, I went naked from that point on.

She must have been in her mid 30's. She was a bit on the heavy/big boned side, and not what I would consider that attractive. But she was very friendly and I felt very comfortable with her. And she was a lesbian whose girlfriend I would sometimes see coming or going.

She was a very good and strong massage therapist. I always had huge knots in my neck and shoulders from all the work on the computer, and she would absolutely pound them out. She worked out of her apartment which was fairly close to the downtown area. I got to be pretty good friends with her, and we would talk about a lot of different stuff (at least during the times I was awake). She was very professional. Until the last massage.

She was moving away. I think it was to Seattle, but I don't remember. So I had one last massage with her. Everything started off normal, and I dozed off a few times as usual. Roughly half way through she has me turn over, puts a little blindfold thing to cover my eyes, and does my front (chest, arms, thighs, and neck/head area). Then she whispers to me "hey, since this is the last time, I'm going to try something a little different, ok? It's called a ------ massage. If you want me to stop, let me know."

I don't remember exactly what kind of massage it was that she said, but in retrospect, she might have said lingam massage. Or maybe she said tantric. Of course, I said "ok" while in my half-asleep relaxed stupor.

So she goes back to my feet, and works her way up my legs, and the next thing I know her hand brushes against my penis, and I gasp. As she began to massage my shaft and testicles, she whispers something like "is this okay?" to which I simply mutter "uh-huh". As she kept working it, I was trying my hardest not to moan or yell, because I was afraid somebody outside would hear. She reminded me to keep breathing. As I felt the climax coming (which seemed like an eternity), she told me to hold it as long as I could, and when I was about to explode (which again, seemed like an eternity), she told me it was okay to "let it out", which I did.

As I was lying there, she whispers to me "You're my last tonight. There's no one else coming. So take as long as you need to. Seriously." I then fell asleep for what might have been half and hour. I woke up covered with the sheet, and cleaned up (no semen or anything). I dressed and came out of the room, where she was sitting with a glass of water. We talked a little about what had just happened, and she said that she really liked me as both a friend and a customer, and hoped that she didn't freak me out. Which she didn't. Well she did, a little, I guess. I did ask her if that was a "legit" massage style and she said it was, as opposed to a handjob. Not that I would have been able to tell the difference.

She later moved away, and I never saw her again. This was in the early days of the internet so there was no exchange of e-mail addresses or anything.

And that's my story. Although I've had massages over the years, I've never had anything like this happen to me again. Well, my girlfriend became a massage therapist while we were dating, but that's doesn't really count, because that was always an automatic happy ending.

Love all the massage stories and would love to hear more.

Not quite a happy ending but I was still pretty happy
 

I'm usually too cheap to pay for massage but a couple of years back I got in a car accident and was awarded several sessions of theraputic massage. I was getting them done by in a very clinical setting from men or strong handed women in nurse-like scrubs. It was pleasant but there was nothing sensual or erotic about it.

I had recovered from the injury before I'd used up my sessions and had all but forgotten that I had some freebies left until I stayed at a nice hotel that had a world famous spa. I enquired with the insurer and they said it was covered as long as the massuse was an RMT. I assumed this was going to limit me to the same old medical treatment but I was very pleasantly surprised.

The setting was much nicer with fountains, soft music and fancy tile work and all the staff were as attractive as the décor. At my other place they definitely warned you to keep your undies on but at this place they suggested that I disrobe "as far as you are comfortable" and I'm pretty sure they were suggesting that naked was best so I was happy to go along. As I was lying there nude with just a towel d****d over my butt I worried briefly about my masseur being a dude but my concerns soon vanished. A woman entered, introduced herself and asked a few questions about my comfort: temperature of the room, sore spots, whether I liked hard or soft touching, etc. She had young gorgeous legs and no frumpy nurses scrubs, she was wearing tight white yoga pants. From my face down position I could not tell much more about her other than she had neatly painted toes and a toe ring.

The massage was so much nicer than what I was used to, slow hands, oil, and just the right pressure. After the shoulders arms and back it became obvious that the towel was just a formality. She moved that around as needed to get every part of my bum except the hole itself! I knew that my balls must have been just hanging out there and the thought was arousing. I did not know if I was doing a good job of keeping my erection a bay or if I just could not spring one while face down but I was happy that I was not sporting a flag pole at the time I had to roll over. She carefully lifted the towel while I rolled beneath it and laid it back down. She folded the towel quite small while I got a good look at her for the first time. Blond hair tied back in a functional pony tail and only a white sports top to compliment the white yoga pants. I would have called it a sports bra except for the little blue adidas logo that hinted that it might indeed be outer wear. Now that my fella was not pinned to the massage table and that I had a visual distraction to go along with the sensual touch, I was quite concerned that my excitement would start to show. The last straw was when she was doing my inner thighs and a couple of times the back of her hand grazed my marble bag. I could feel myself growing with rhythmic throbs. I thought that as my erection grew it might just drag the towel with it and keep me covered but at some point she stroked down on my thighs while my manhood was clearly heading the other way and the head popped out from its cover. By the time she finished with my feet half my shaft was exposed and to make matters worse I had a string of pre-cum d****d from the head to my stomach. Instead of adjusting the towel myself I decided to look elsewhere and pretend I did not realize it was happening.

She finished with my feet and moved back to mid table and I saw her eyes fix on my exposed erection for a moment. I feared the look of disgust that I imagined would come, but she didn't look concerned. If anything a brief smile crossed her face. Then I was shocked at the next bit of boldness. She picked up the towel exposing me completely and used it to wipe the little spot on my stomach then gently dab the remainder from the head of my cock. She then left me exposed while she used the towel to wipe off the excess oil from the rest of my body before folding it neatly on top of my junk.

When she left she said something to the effect of "I usually ask if people enjoyed the massage but I can tell you liked it very much". She then added "there's a lock on the door while you get changed" as she motioned to the door, "and you're welcome to stay a few minutes and enjoy some lemon water" while she made two clear motions to the water and a box of tissues! She said this with a smile I'll always remember and glided out the door. Now that's professional service.

The old guy my massage therapist was seeing for sex once in a while has become sex once every 3 months though he has made it known it's not enough for him. She's becoming disinterested in him because he's so selfish and cheap only thinking about his wants. She said she feels sorry for the guy hence the reason she's stuck around with him. She is hoping he finds someone else or he says "it's over"
I continue to get bi-weekly massages from my massage therapist. She has become much more comfortable with me but she told me outright she can't have sex with me because I'm her client. I guess that doesn't apply to me finger fucking her until she cums.
Last night I was not busy so I texted her to see how she was doing and to book an appointment for the following week. She said she was done at 8 so I asked if she wanted a massage. She quickly replied back "that would be nice" but no special massage as she was on her period. She said that if her period was over by the time of my appointment it would be nice if I gave her a special massage (more like happy ending massage for her,lol).
Here are photos of her lying on her stomach with butt showing and the other is her on her back with me starting to massage her front. As you can see she has very small breasts but I enjoy sucking on her nipple while fingering her pussy. I usually drop my shorts before finishing her special massage. She usually puts her arm around me and moans when she's coming. She can come by just massaging her nipples or rubbing around her clit without touching the clitoris

I dated a beautiful woman who did legit massages. Some time after we drifted apart or she moved away she reached out to me, said she was back in town, and told me where she was working. I couldn't resist, so I signed up for a session. We just talked dirty, she knew I was in a relationship, and enjoyed the tension. I asked her for dirty massage stories. She told me that she made an older guy cum by massaging his upper thighs and lower back. I thought that was pretty hot, and went home to whack it.

Great Experience
 

I had signed up at a local legit massage parlor for their program to get regular full body, deep tissue massages, on a regular basis while training for a competition. For the first few months the therapist I had was ok, she never really got to deep and kept me completely covered and never touched my ass or anywhere near the tops of my thighs.

I went in around 1 PM after lunch one weekday and they told me my regular therapist had left and that they had somebody new that would be doing my massage today. They told me they had a gentleman that could do deep tissue and asked if I wanted to keep my appointment or reschedule with the guy when he was in. I told them I would keep the appointment and waited.

Back in the room my new therapist said she really didn't do a lot of deep tissue but we talked about what I was wanting from the session and she then told me to undress to my point of comfort and left the room. The session that day was one of the best I had and she really worked my muscles deep including the pecs which were super sore. I decided to stay with her and we had several more appointments, usually every Thursday afternoon.

After several weeks of working with her I made an appointment on a Monday after a particularly strenuous workout due to my back having muscle spasms after heavy deadlifts. Fortunately my new therapist was in that day and working and I went into see her around 10 that morning. I got undressed completely as usual and pulled the blanket over me before she entered the room. I told her about my back issue and indicated where the pain was in my low back. She began working my back and I was sweating from the pre-workout supplements and she ended up removing the blanket and having me covered with just the sheet. As she worked my muscles she indicated that my glutes were very tight and asked if I wanted her to work them. I told her yes and she asked if I wanted to remain covered fully for her to work over the top of the sheet or if I wanted her to uncover the area she was working. I told her whatever she thought was best and most effective. She moved the sheet down and over my left cheek leaving my right cheek covered and began working deep. For the next half hour she worked my lower back and glutes with me being mostly exposed.

Finally, she said she was going to work my front and she held the sheet up letting me turn over as she hid her view from my body. I was rock hard from the effects of what she had been working and tried to just ignore it. She put the sheet back over my hips and when she went to get more oil I could see that my cock was on full display underneath the thin white sheet. I was embarrassed and shyly mentioned I was sorry and she just passed it off saying "it happens, don't worry I am used to it."

Once she finished my massage she covered me and told me to make sure to drink plenty of water and got a bottle for me before leaving the room. I had to lay there for a few minutes and then finally dressed adjusting my cock into my underwear still rock hard. She was already in another room when I left.

She remained my therapist for several more months and always worked me very well. She uncovered me but always asked and stayed completely professional. She left a few months later after starting to show from being pregnant. She is still the best therapist I ever had.

I had an interesting experience back in the 90s. I went to a legitimate massage place. The therapist was tall and very hot. She led me to the room and told me to undress as far as I was comfortable and get under the sheet and then left the room for me to undress. I stripped down completely and as I was walking towards the table she walked in the room without knocking and saw me standing completely stunned and completely naked. She apologized and quickly left the room.

A few minutes later she knocked on the door and I told her she could come in. She kept apologizing and said she wasn’t thinking when she walked in. I told her it was OK and not a big deal. Then she said she noticed I had a lot of pubic hair. That was back in the 90s before I started manscaping. Then she told me that she was also hairy and pulled the front of her yoga pants down so I could see the top few inches of her dark pubic hair, but not far enough for me to see lips. That surprised me, but then the rest of the massage was like any other. I think she just felt so bad walking in on me she wanted to even the score a bit.

embarrassed at massage
 

Several years agoI went to the same therapist for several years at a place in Chesapeake Va called Annie's R&R ( I think she is now deceased), Annie (no last name) would massage me and only used a small towel to cover me. She always stretched me and the towel fell off exposing my penis. There was never a "happy ending" or even an "accidental touch". One day she pulled off the towel and said "i've been dating a new guy" I said ok, then she asked if I would answer a question for her. She said she was not able to take birth control and he has been unable to find a condom that fits. She said "you have a really small penis, do you know of condoms for tiny penises"? I said no I go bareback. She returned the towel and never mentioned it again.

I was at Paradise lakes, a nudist resort in central Florida. It was a crowded Saturday and a small group of say six or seven had gathered around the masseuse all waiting our turn, she did half off specials out in the open in the grassy area next to the hot tub. She was a beautiful not fat 40 something and a young guy, I'd guess was 25 was on his back and she was working on his chest. He slowly grew an erection and she asked if he was ok and would like a towel.
He said oh my and had an amazing orgasim right then. The masseuse stepped back and he shot and squirted all over his stomach and thighs. All of us were speechless, the guy was terrified and had not moved. The massuse assured him it was ok and these things happened and got him a towel. He mopped himself up, not getting everything, dropped the towel on the ground and she went right back to work on his chest. What really got me going was we could tell he was sticky and she just added lotion and massaged away.
Then the other people watching noticed I had my fingers deep in me and I continued.
The next one up for a massage had a hard on but nothing happened, his wife was worried tho.
The guy that shot timidly headed for the showers.

would love to see that

Yeah. Where are all the girls like Kelina 😀

I have a friend that I visit a couple times a year and she is a nymph. But as time passes, the meet ups get further and further apart.

Therapist
 

Is there any good way to find a legit person who would come to your house and do erotic massages. I would love to have someone massage my wife.

I could post an add online, but I am afraid i would get a regular horny guy who says he can massage but doesnt know how to do a correct massage. My wife can tell whwn someone doesnt know how to massage correctly. So finding someone who can massage correctly and then get them to add a happy is what I would love to find.

I did this on Craigs List in the Personals section. However, they have stopped allowing personal ads. I ended up with lots of volunteers and screened them online before choosing one. He has now become a regular for her. If you view my previous posts you will find the details of our adventure.

My wife and I just went for our first couples massage
(swedish) while on vacation in Mexico. We were told to both take all our clothes off and get under their sheet. A few minutes later two female masseuses came in.

It all began with us laying on our stomach. They moved the sheets to expose our legs and upper bottocks. My penis was laying flat down underneath me so I don't know if any she saw while massaging my lower body. All was fine even when they had us flip onto our backs. They covered our eyes with a towel. Then she spread my legs a bit and pulled the sheets up to cover my gentiles but exposed my thighs.

My mind started to wonder. Did she notice my penis? Is she communicating with the other masseuser? Is my wife's freshly shaved pussy exposed? Is she getting wet?

I caused myself to get aroused. Eventually I could feel the room's air on the tip of my penis as it slightly exposed it self from under the sheet opposite of the leg being messaged at that time.

When she went to the other side I knew I was in trouble and I tried to change thoughts hoping it would help my erection go down. But before it fully retrieved, she'd already made several passes allowing her thumb to gently brush against it.

Fast forward to that evenings when we recounted what happened to each other. My wife found it amusing. I think a bit exciting and she gave me some of the best sex in a long time.

So you're uncut? :P

Quick Update.
So today I suggested we get another couples massage. We go to talking about the experience she asked me "Did you get an erection" to which I said only a semi one and that occurred when the lady hit a spot on my inner thigh.

She blushed a bit then said "My lady hit a spot on my back and I got wet. I don't know what it was but oh boy." Then she goes onto say "Then when she told me to flip over and she put the towel over my eyes I thought it was because you had an erection and she didn't want me to see so I got even more wet."

I was at a lost for words. I pressed her to go on then she said "What almost got embarrassing was once on my back she spread our my legs for the massage and my pussy made that wet "smack" sound as it was gaping open and I wondered if she heard it".....

Now I can't wait to plan a visit to another spa sometime in the next month.

Professional Therapist.....
 

I had some serious need of physical therapy on my legs after a bad truck accident. They were both broken and one mangled severely. I am fortunate that they could get me back to walking. I am pinned together.

Each leg had different needs, and not just the usual massage. There was stretching the legs, stretching some of the incisions to keep them from pulling, and one wound was on the inside of my left thigh, and ran just under my balls. The feet needed some help too, as did one wound on my butt. I was a mess.

When the doctors mentioned physical therapy I imagined someone just rubbing my legs like a massage parlor or working out on some machine. I was wrong. The doctors said that I needed very experienced help, and recommended a lady in private practice in a small office building not far away. Doing some homework beforehand, I learned she did not take on new patients, but would in special difficult occasions. I learned she was married to a respected attorney and had been on the state licensing board for physical therapists. She knew her stuff.

Her office was very professional, with lots of equipment and a full-time receptionist/ bookkeeper and a part-time assistant. One thing I learned when I had this accident is that some medical facilities are very strict on keeping your modesty and others are not concerned at all and leave curtains open, doors open and others can see inside, etc.

When I first met the therapist, she was maybe 20 years older than me and in really good shape, as were both her helpers who more my age. She and I spoke for a half hour and then she told her assistant to take me to one of three examination rooms. The assistant told me to get undressed and I asked how far. She said take off everything if you can, we need to see how you walk and carry yourself. There is no one else here except for we three ladies and we have seen it all. If you want to keep your underpants on, that is fine, but we cannot have you wear a gown.

After I undressed, I grabbed a towel and held it over my naked front. When I saw the therapist, I asked if she was comfortable with full nudity and she said yes, we prefer it. I laid the towel on a chair nearby and stood at one end of a wide hall naked. She asked if I would mind if she had her associates see my gait. I asked, again, should I cover up and she said it was not necessary. Within a few minutes, I was standing naked in front of the two associates and I had both my hands covering my sex, worried that I might get an erection.

The therapist had me walk the length of the hall and back several times and I got comfortable dropping my hands. Then she asked me to stand in front of the other two ladies and she pointed out all my wounds and incisions, which made me turn around a couple of times. She then asked me to lift my scrotum so she could show those scars too. I did so and watched as the therapist ran her fingers tracing the scars, getting to the one closest to my organs. I had to turn around, bend over and spread my legs so they could see that scar so near my balls. I could feel her fingers and I began to lose control. When I turned around I covered myself but the therapist said it was unnecessary but they all appreciated my modesty and trying to save their feelings. I moved my hands and stood fully erect and stayed that way for another half hour or so, then I got dressed and left. There is more to this tale, but I am out of time.


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Has anyone ever done professional cuddling? It is a thing now in NY and the west coast. For the most part it is on the up-and-up like most massage - someone "cuddles" you with some elements of massage, but it is obviously much more intimate. Just wondering if anyone had any experiences.

Professional Therapist.....part 2
 

I visited this therapist for almost 7 years and always looked forward to going. She was always professional but did what was necessary to address my medical needs. For many years, she never touched my sex although I was nude on the table every visit and 80% of the time I was erect, pointing to the ceiling. The other two ladies came in and out every time I was there, and always looked, sometimes joking about my obvious condition. The assistant told me she was concerned that my cock was not getting enough attention at home. I explained my wife worked and traveled some and was gone for a week or more regularly. They all agreed that explained it, but it was an obvious point of discussion almost every visit. I was glad I was presenting my best side but worried that I was becoming an exhibitionist getting off on them seeing me naked.

On days that I did not "rise to the occasion" they would kid me and ask if I was ok. I was a bit embarrassed because they had come to believe (I think) that the erection was a reflection of how attractive they were---and truthfully they were very attractive. The bookkeeper/receptionist began to learn about physical therapy and hoped eventually to take classes. She was married but separated from her husband but looked great and wore tight sweaters. One evening she and the PT assistant did my appointment because my therapist was somewhere on vacation. They did a great job, helped largely by both "accidentally" touching me where my therapist never did. I was so pleased--it was like a fantasy come true, and I probably moaned and my cock twitched in approval. Neither seemed to pay attention that they had touched me so lightly. At the end of the session, the assistant left and the receptionist stayed with me and used a towel to wipe off any left over the vitamin oil. She had me sit on the table with my back to the door while she wiped me with a towel and without warning she grabbed my cock between my thighs and started pumping with a very oiled hand. She whispered that she knew I needed release but that the assistant would be furious if she knew that she was touching me. That was why my back was to the door in case she came back. I was enjoying myself greatly when we heard the other girl say goodnight and the door closed to the office. The receptionist/bookkeeper said " great, now we can relax". She had me lay back on the table, and she took off her sweater but not her bra. They looked great but she said she would be uncomfortable undressing further. She moved to the other side of the table so she could work my cock with her right hand and toy with my balls with her left. I was really happy, and surprisingly quickly, I knew I would be spewing soon. I warned her and she put the towel down on my belly and chest and pointed my cock that way. It felt so good. Remember, by then I had been rock hard for almost 90 minutes.


As I cleaned up and she washed her hands, I asked what would have happened it the other girl was still here and I had come from her pumping me sitting up. She grinned and said "I guess I would have had to catch it in my mouth rather than make a mess". I was speechless. As we walked out, she told me not to expect anything like this again except maybe when the therapist was NOT there. The therapist, her boss, had told them if she sensed ANY sexual activity or just touching, she would fire them that minute.


Turns out, that did not apply to the therapist herself.

Can we presume from the last sentence that here is more? :D:D

Let us hope so!!

My Physical Therapist....
 

I continued to see this Therapist for many years, truthfully continuing after the injuries had healed. Every visit was like seeing a shrink because we could talk about anything and I learned about all the ladies' families. I felt it was worth the $140 each week or so, although it got up to $190 in the later years. We talked at length about my marriage and occasionally our sex life, vacations and sex, and using my wife's Sybian. The girls wanted me to bring it to the office but I thought the therapist would object and my wife would be very suspicious.

Some background: the offices were on the second floor of a small 4 story medical building, adjacent to a small strip shopping center (7-11, donut shop, Taco Belle) and that, in turn, was across the street from a regional shopping mall. It was a high traffic street and lots of people were around and in the building most of the day.

The room that I used almost every time was almost square with the therapy table in the middle with the ability to go up or down, and it had a mechanism to raise the upper third under your head, which made me more comfortable except when laying on my stomach. To the east side of the room(closest to my head when I was on the table) was a window overlooking the parking area and the 7-11 convenience store. The south wall had a 5 foot tall horizontal file cabinet and a door to the hallway. The west wall just had some art, a small mirror and a chair. The north wall had a door into a room with her assorted exercise equipment, therapy chairs. lifting bars, weights and some other things a therapist might recommend. She often had patients or sometimes friends come use the exercise room because their being there did not interfere with her patient appointments. Further up that side was the rolling round stool the therapist used when she could sit, although she was usually standing when working on me. She had a shelved table there with a phone, towels and an assortment of her creams and oils. A rolling coat rack was in the corner. I asked to go there for my appointments after work; my appointments were almost always at 6pm, her last each day. She opened at 11am, I think. Most of the time I was there, her staff were in attendance but over the years both staff members left and were replaced, the therapy assistant was now a younger (mid-twenties girl) and the receptionist/ bookkeeper was maybe 55 and lived alone, widowed. She was also open irregular hours on Saturday, if needed.

On the rare occasion I had a daytime appointment, the place was hopping. She would have a person or two in the waiting room, three to five in the exercise room, and while she had a patient in one room, the assistant would sometimes do simple massage routines on another patient, before the therapist would come in to finish the hour long session. I didn't like daytime visits because they were much stricter on using towels for modestly and we could not be as free with our discussions, and the staff did not come into my room as often.

Honest, there is a reason for all this detail.


For example, I cannot count how many times the door to the exercise room would open unexpectedly and it was a lady patient or friend that was utilizing the exercise equipment. Seeing me naked on the table, most often with me standing at attention, they would stare, blush and back-out. The therapist would go and ask what they needed, and explain the need for my nudity. She explained to many that my erection was normal when she was working sensitive areas, and not sexual in any way. Seven, no kidding, of her lady friends who often visited the exercise room late in the day just became regular visitors and we would leave the door open so the therapist and her friend or friends could talk. They came into my room often and sometimes sat in the chair for visits while the therapist worked on me. I never knew who would be in my room. A few times, these ladies brought friends of theirs to exercise and would come into my room and ask my therapist and I would be uncomfortable if their friends came in too. I became a popular visit with some. On one occasion, with me naked on the table, one of our regulars and a good friend of our therapist brought one of her friends who happened to be a nice lady from my work a job or two ago. She blushed but did not stop staring at my cock. It was like she had never seen one before. The therapist had told the regulars that if they brought someone new and thought they would come into my room, it was their responsibility to warn them of my being naked and probably erect. It was always fun for me when two or more ladies of all ages came in. I would apologize and offer to cover up, and they were always telling me not to bother, they knew what to expect and it wasn't a big thing. I knew what they meant, but truthfully my cock could not be more average. It rests at almost 3 inches, almost hidden by my untrimmed fur, but it can grow very quickly to a brisk 6 inches with a fierce looking dome and pre-come almost always requiring me to wipe it off.


When the younger assistant joined the practice and we became good friends, with the therapist working, she asked if I would mind if she trimmed my bushes. I said yes, but be careful. The therapist said ok since I was already hard as a rock and her touching me to use scissors would not get me harder. She trimmed and my cock seemed like it grew a bit in size, whether because of the hair being gone or because of this young lady holding my prick and balls like she did it with me daily.

Were there ever problems? Yes, once the first receptionist told someone about me being there nude, someone she thought she could trust. Soon thereafter my therapist got a visit from the police thinking it might be another "rub and tug" shop like we used to have in town. My therapist showed them, explained her practice in handling tough cases, and she explained that nudity was only used when there was no other option to meet the clients' medical needs. On my next visit, the staff and I got a lecture from the therapist how this was confidential and we could not call it massage, only physical therapy. I didn't mention it, but aside from the therapist and her staff, all the others came in as friends or patients of the therapist, not us.

Another situation that I disliked was when men came into my room. Most of my therapist's patients were women, but a couple of times men came to pick up their wives and once, a guy came in to use one of the more elaborate machines for a while. All three saw me nude on the table with the therapist exercising my legs. I was very uncomfortable, especially when I had an erection. Is it strange to be perfectly comfortable naked around women and uncomfortable around men? And most of the time, the women were fully dressed. I am sure the wives had to explain the naked guy with a hard-on to their husbands.

One summer, the therapist tested having 3 days a week "women only" and they could exercise or get their therapy clothing-optional. Evidently, one of our regular visitors suggested that I be invited. My regular appointment was at the end of one of these days and I was told that next door there were 6 mostly undressed women. I told the therapist I didn't have a problem if they didn't (my wife and I were nudists when younger) so the door was opened and some blushing occurred but nothing else, except my erection arrived and stayed on duty, something it had never done at the nudist places, thank heavens. She did not repeat this clothing optional idea again after that one summer. The best part of that day? While my therapist stayed dressed, her assistant wore only a bikini bottom or panties, I never figured out which.

Another time I will never forget is when the therapist brought her daughters to her work. One was away at college and I didn't see her often, and the other was about in high school the years I was a patient. A cheerleader and great student, she started hanging around Mom' s work and more often than not, she had a couple of friends with her. They came and went as they wanted, bringing back donuts and other treats, but the daughter had been told to NEVER come into my room. It was none of her business why! On my way into and leaving my appointment, I spoke to them and I knew most of them by name. Really cute with lots of energy.

On one appointment after going to this therapist 4 or 5 years, I came into the office and undressed as usual and got comfortable on the table as usual. My short friend stayed relaxed until a female or two entered the room, and as usual, he rose to meet them.

The therapist brought the staff into my room and was obviously uncomfortable. She had talked to her staff about asking me if she could bring the younger daughter into my room during a session. I offered to dress as needed but she explained that first, this daughter had decided to be a physical therapist and wanted to learn all she could from her talented mother and second, she was pretty sure her daughter had never seen a naked man, and the therapist would like to use my junk to teach the girl. She must have been 18 by then. Was I ok with that? Guess.

I thought that was the end of the story, but no. When she talked to her daughter about taking her into my therapy room and that I would be naked, the daughter said "I know!". She said she had gone to talk to her mother one day years ago, and she was occupied working with her back to the door that lead to the hall. She saw me from the waist down and stared as long as she could, before going quietly back to the reception area. The daughter explained that she had figured out that I could not see her because of the filing cabinet, and that if her mother, the therapist, was not in the room or if her back was to that door, she could look. "I have been peeking at him for years!" she said, starting right after she was told to never go into my therapy room. And she added that she had figured out a way to open the door to the hall almost all the way, but get behind the door and there was about 3 inches at the hinges where she could hide and watch for as long as she wanted. I could see how embarrassed the therapist was about all this and I told her not to worry, all kids had curiosity. Again, I was wrong. The daughter explained that she had been bringing friends to the office for years, as we knew, but the new girls would get behind the door to see my penis. All of the girls that had visited the office had taken a peek without the therapist or me knowing. "Some of the girls kept coming back until they saw it twitch" which she said was her favorite . The therapist could not apologize enough, but I certainly did not care. Soon thereafter, I was on the table, naked and almost asleep, when I heard a new voice in the room. It was the older daughter who was in college taking classes to go into medicine. I spoke to her and she smiled at me. I asked if I should be embarrassed and she said of course not. I remember my soldier twitching several times seeing her, and I came somewhat close to blowing a load untouched, but I didn't.

95% of the time I arrived 15 minutes early, greeting the staff, and was taken to my room. Which ever lady took me there suggested I disrobe and gave me a white towel, a rolled up towel for under my head, and took my clothes, if not busy elsewhere, and hung them up on a rolling rack in corner. Then it was up to me to climb on the therapy table and just wait for the ladies.

Sorry tp be so long, but there is more to come!

I'm Hooked :):)

Physical Therapist, part 3
 

I went to this therapist for at least 7, maybe 8 years. The therapist finally told the staff and I that when my appointment was done, from now on I should be given some quiet time to recover from the therapy and then get dressed. She said she usually had at least 30 minutes of paperwork every day so I could at least have that time. She also told the staff girls that they could leave or stay and visit me, but to first bring me a cup of cold water and a fresh towel for my use. That pleased me a lot. Some nights I was alone, but most nights one of the ladies would stay with me and watch me masturbate, although it got to be common for one or occasionally both of them to help a bit. It was the best yet in terms of getting off. It wasn't blowjobs and rim jobs but it was wasn't yanking it alone after it being erect for an hour. Both seemed to enjoy watching and tried to help with a squeeze, or if my arm looked tired, they might take over for a while. The assistant would pretend to lick my balls and the head ---and she got painfully close, but it only happened once by accident. There was one split second that her tongue was touching the dark red swollen head of my cock, a vision I still enjoy.

I will wrap this up, or open for questions after I explain the best yet. My therapist, straight as an arrow, mixed her own oils and creams for her various types of massages and stretching. She called the oil she used on me and rubbed into me Vitamin Oil. It was her own brew with little odor and did rub right into the skin. She kept this type of oil in a plastic bottle like you see on picnic tables for ketchup and mustard. She would hold her thumb over the tip of the bottle, shake it up, and then slowly leak it around the area of attention.

One great night, she and her older daughter were finishing up on me but she reached for the bottle one more time to finish on my right thigh, the one closest to her. The daughter was doing the left leg. The therapist turned the bottle upside down but instead of a thin stream from the tip, the entire cap came off and the entire contents of the bottle hit my erect cock directly. There was a moment of silence then the therapist said she would take care of the mess, and she dove in with both hands rubbing my crotch. She had a hand on my balls trying to rub in the oil and move it onto the towel I was lying on. The daughter got a towel and was rubbing around my left thigh and pelvis, then her mother, to my shock, grabbed my erection and started rubbing up and down staring at my cock. I was speechless, as was her daughter, as my prim therapist had both hands on my junk, rubbing and feeling. We both stared at her staring at my cock and watching her hand pump up and down. It felt so good. I called her name twice, because I really felt she thought she was just cleaning up and not thinking about what she was doing to my cock. She was red faced and didn't slow down. I groaned and saw the daughter reach out for her mother and say 'Mom, let us clean it up" and then I had the best ejaculation of my life. It went straight up and landed on my therapist's chest, hands and arm, and on the daughter's hair and hand. The second squirt hit the therapist on her left cheek, very near her mouth. I kept spewing over and over and she was looking at my cock like she could not stop. Her daughter went to her and kind of pulled her away. I was unsure if she knew she had just jacked me off.

Ha ha..mother got tired of being tempted..ciudbt resist..probably loosened the bottle to cause the "accident"

Physical Therapist...
 

Fabulous story Delt. The truck accident sucked but you have a great story to tell. Can picture the college age daughter pulling her mother in an apparant trance away from you. Though a "better" story would have devolved into a full on porn scene of the 2 daughters joining in! :D

What happened the next time you went in for PT? How old were you when you had the accident and all this happened?

A final chapter, I guess, part 4
 

After the older daughter and her mother left the room, I heard the daughter talking to the two staff ladies and in moments they were in my room with wash cloths and towels. They said that the therapist wasn't speaking and just sat quietly a few moments ago. The first question was "did Mrs. XXXXX touch your cock? Did you blow a load on her?" As they were speaking both were using wash cloths to wipe me, but that only got off the top layer, so they both at some time started to massaging the oil into my skin. From mid-thigh to a few inches below my belly button got the oil spill, with my cock and balls still glistening from a mix of her oil goo and my man goo. They thought somehow I had lost control and just let loose.

I learned that the daughter and the therapist had left for the mother's home, and they had called the younger daughter to come over to Mom's home. At that moment, I thought I would be banned forever.

Meanwhile, back at my dick, the older receptionist/bookkeeper and 25ish assistant, continued to wipe and rub, and to my great glee, with all this attention, my cock decided to reappear in full. It had never gone back into hibernation but it had softened with all the excitement in my room. Both worked on it rubbing the oil and acting like rolling my balls in their hands or yanking my now very erect cock up and down was something they did every day. I wish.

I asked them to stop for a minute and explained they were driving me crazy. If they were trying to get me off again, please recognize it will take a while for my gun to reload---after all I am not 13 anymore when I could get off several times an hour with the right photo of Betty Page, the few ones that showed pubic hair. I think a lot of guys my age still remember the first time they saw those photos. We had all seen hundreds with her great boobs and ass, but figured she was too classy to ever show bush. Were we wrong---there are maybe 50 including some spreads.

Anyway, my cock was at full attention as we talked, and it looked shiny and happy. I explained that I would love it if they would help me relieve my erection, but if they were just cleaning me up, please stop and get some soap and water to clean me up. The floor they were on did not have a shower. I lifted my ass and they pulled out the oil-soaked towel and sheet, and together we put new ones under me. As my friend just stood pointing up and occasionally jumping, obviously wanting attention, we discussed what happened and how the lovely, very professional therapist of 60+ never meant to pour oil all over my sex and then yank me in an action that had been a fantasy for years now. Hell, I would have been very pleased if she just accidently touched me on my hairy parts once and a while.

To my surprise, they disagreed and thought she had been wanting to do it but her conscience told her she could not and still be a professional therapist. They had heard her say that she liked me as a patient because I offered her a view and entertainment. They all liked to see an erection, they said, and they did not get many male patients and those that came were kept covered or, worse yet, wore their underwear. Both of these ladies had touched my cock before several times each, but not to the point of me ejaculating. They had seen me get there myself, but not with them doing it all the way. I hope that makes sense. The older receptionist said that she thought that all three ladies, knowing me as well as they did, would gladly help me with a manual release whenever I asked as long as there was no chance of other patients discovering us.

I countered that one reason I didn't think this was deliberate by the therapist was that her daughter was helping. I could maybe see her doing it when we were alone, after all we were very good friends who not only knew a lot about each other, we had shared some secrets. I had told the therapist I had a fantasy of her subtly touching my sex, then doing more and more, until she was openly helping me climax. I did not mention the blow job that would come with it.

About a half hour had passed, the erection was still hard to miss, but I was cleaned up front and backside of my oil bath. That alone was worth $$$$ to have it done again, by the way. I asked the ladies if they would now help me reach an orgasm. They left, talked a few minutes, and then said that they could not leave me like this but both needed to call home to tell them they were going to be late. It was well after 8pm, if I remembered. When these two ladies returned they were touching and teasing, and rolling my balls in their hands and sliding my skin up over my cockhead and down but they used no oil. It was great and wonderful and I moaned in appreciation. I loved the oil but that was a quick and easy way.

The younger lady said for me to close my eyes, and she laid a warm, damp washcloth over my eyes and turned off the lights. In moments someone was licking my balls, and a warm mouth embraced my cock. It was all so slow it was wonderful and frustrating at once. I was moving my hips and several times one mouth would pull off only to have another take its place. Once there was a noise and to my shock I could see the overhead lights come on. I did not see but heard them both stand up suddenly so I peaked from under my washcloth and it was the black lady housekeeper, probably in her thirties, and she was staring at my cock now pulsing. She had no idea we were there and the lights were off. She apologized for disturbing us, and the older receptionist explained that we were all friends and this was a special thank you to me for something I had done. The young assistant asked if she would like to join us, which surprised me. The housekeeper was still looking at my dick, and took a step forward and gave it a squeeze. She complimented me on my pretty dick, and said she had to go and finish her job. She left, the lights went out and the oral festival resumed. Soon, however one of the ladies said softly to the other, it was getting late and since I had already ejaculated a while ago, this might take a long time. I didn't understand the answer but moments later I felt a hand on my balls and then a mouth take me all the way in. It felt wonderful. But when she lifted up, she sucked it all back again immediately and then began a very rapid, fantastic very juicy suckjob. I quickly realized this was getting the desired results when suddenly I felt someone's finger up my ass, probing and then pumping to match the pace on my cock. In moments I shot out my second load of the evening and I think they both took turns getting some of the reward juice, although it was decidedly less that I shot earlier in the evening. I would have gladly paid $1,000 if could have just gone to sleep at that moment, but no, I had to get up, get dressed and go home for dinner. I was also hoping that my wife would not be in the garage naked with just a garter belt, stocking and heels, her signal she wants to be fucked. Sometimes after dark, she will greet me on the driveway---which we both are excited by----but this is safer. I hit the remote for the garage door which turns on the overhead light and suddenly she is there. She knows our next door neighbor Bill, his wife Betty or their preteen son Willy can see her but we think the likelihood is small. What a night, surely one of the best for me.

Be sure to let us know how that goes. It was fun to read of your adventure.