As a pro swimmer, I'm used to seeing naked women in the showers after practice. I never show I'm turned on by the sight , I just hold the images in my mind until I return to the privacy of my own home, where I frequently reach the sweetest orgasms fantasizing those naked bodies under the running water of the showers.
Once, during practice I got a cramp at my leg and I had to get out of the swimming pool. The pain didn't go away so my trainer suggested that I went for a massage in the private massage saloon. He sent for the new masseur. I hadn't seen her before. She was slim and shorter than me, with natural blonde hair and I found her really cute. I was still wearing my swimming suit so she told me to take it off and get myself a towel instead so that I fell more relaxed.
Although she was a stranger to me, I had no trouble undressing in front of her. Years of dressing and undressing among other naked women had made me immune to shyness. But something in her look made me feel a bit different, like she was inspecting my body. I took the white towel she handed me and wrapped it around me.
"You'll have to sit on the bed first to see where exactly you got a cramp", she told me and so I did.
She started massaging my calves while asking if it hurt there or there. She continued upwards to my thighs and that was where it hurt.
"Hmm, a cramp at your left thigh, that's bad... Don't worry, some massaging can do wonders", she said cheerfully. "Lie on your stomach and I'll massage your thighs; you'll feel better before you know it"
I lied down pronely and she begun massaging my left thigh. At first it hurt quite a bit, but she was right, I soon felt a lot better. I liked her touch, though, so I didn't tell her to stop just yet. She continued massaging my right thigh as well.
"Does it feel better?", she asked but I'm sure she knew the answer.
"Yes, but please don't stop just yet"
"Of course I won't; a massage should last more than ten minutes to take full effect." she said and continued.
I was now able to relax, since it didn't hurt anymore, and feel her hands on my thighs. Her motions where circular, starting from just above the back of my knee to just below my bottom. Some movement also covered the inner part of my thighs, with her fingers touching just outside my pussylips. It was so relaxing and I was so enjoying it. My mind took me so far that I started to get wet before I even realized it. My juices run so affluent that they reached outside around my pussy and wet my masseur's fingers.
"Oh, what's this?", she exclaimed, looking at her glistening fingers. "Where did it come from?", she asked and she experimentally touched me again near my pussy to see if it came from there.
"I'm so sorry!", I blushed as soon as I realized what happened. "I don't know what to say..."
"It's ok, dear, it has happened to me too. Massages can be very stimulating, especially when they are done near this sensitive area", she said touching my pussy. "Turn around and I'll wipe the juices"
I turned around and lied on my back, the towel still wrapped around me. I was so relaxed from the massage so the feeling of awkwardness left quickly and her unreserved way made me feel comfortable with what was happening. As I lay there with my legs straight on the bed and my hands holding the towel on my breast, the masseur took hold of a bottom tip of the towel and begun wiping my pussy from the juices. She did this, bended over me, with her face very close to my crotch and her eyes on my pussy.
"You have a very nice pussy, if I may say so", she said and continued wiping my pussy. Only her movements gradually changed from that of wiping to that of actually rubbing my pussy with the tip of the towel. Instead of the juices being wiped off, more were produced. My hands despite of myself started fondling my breasts, first on top of the towel, but it was not long before I lowered the towel and started playfully pinching my already hard nipples. The welcoming feeling between my legs made them spread apart by themselves and now my masseur had full access to my pussy.
She got on the bed, placed her face between my legs, and -oh what a sensation- started licking my pussy. With her fingers she spread my pussylips and sucked my clit. I could feel her tongue roaming through my inner lips, occasionally entering my pussy. Her other hand's fingers were there to help her by massaging my asshole while sucking, licking, lapping and tongue-fucking me. She then took hold of the tip of the towel from below and pulled it enough to reach my pussy. She pushed the tip inside me and with a finger she rhythmically pulled and pushed it, fucking my pussy with the towel.
The towel friction inside my pussy and its brushing against my asshole, with the continuous licking and clit sucking, sent me to an unforgettable climax and I soon covered my masseur's face with my cum.
We remained motionless for a few seconds. I with my eyes closed, my hands clasping my breasts, and she with her face between my legs, her tongue collecting the remaining dripping juices. It was my first time climaxing in the company of another woman... And undoubtedly it wouldn't be my last!
Hope you enjoyed reading it as I did writing it ;)
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