Innocent Massage Novels & Stories

💦 Deep Pressure 💦 “Lie face down on the table, please. And you can remove the towel if you’re comfortable.” I hesitated for only a second before loosening the white towel wrapped around my body and letting it fall. I was completely naked underneath. The cool air of the private massage room brushed against my skin as I climbed onto the heated table and settled face down, my breasts pressing softly into the cushioned surface. The masseuse, Lucas, was new at the luxury spa I visited every month. Tall, broad-shouldered, with strong, veined forearms and a calm, confident presence. His voice was low and smooth, almost hypnotic.

At this moment, it felt as though the whole world had paused, and all that mattered was the gentle pressure of the hands working on his body, easing his burdens. Halfway through the massage, Dean felt the therapist keep concentrating on his lower body. Before trying out the massage, Dean was a complete novice, so he didn't think too much about it, especially since he had chosen the most intense level of pressure. Trusting the professional skills of the therapist, he let himself relax and go with the flow. As the therapist worked further, Dean began to feel that he had a physiological response to the techniques being applied.

The masseuse explained the process in that same honey voice, asking about pressure preferences, areas of tension, Injuries and allergies. Then left us to undress and get comfortable under the sheets that felt like silk against my skin. I stripped down to my boxers then hesitated and looked at Lorenzo across the small space. He was already shirtless, and I made myself look away from the expanse of tan skin, the muscles moving under his shoulders as he folded his clothes with meticulous care. I lay face-down on the heated table. The face cradle smelled faintly of sanitizer and essential oils. Heard Lorenzo settling onto his table with the whisper of fabric, the creak of leather.

“My back is the problem area, Egan Alexakis.” “I am the masseur here. I decide where my fingers end up.” He stroked her crack lightly, and she gasped, wind filling her lungs. “This behavior will get you a one-star review.” “I can convince you to reconsider,” he said, and she could hear the smile in his voice. “Let’s see what you’ve got, Mr Masseur.” She said, and he sank his finger in her. “Egan.” She gasped, as her whole body jerked.

His knock came a moment later, and she called him in. He sat beside her, and oil dribbled onto her back a second after. It was torture and pleasure to have his fingers smoothing it over her skin. He moved with slow, deep strokes that made her want to moan and squirm. “I don’t want to use too much pressure, or it could trigger contractions. You’re supposed to have someone trained in prenatal massage during pregnancy.” She blinked. “Are you?” “Not certified, but I’ve had some training in massage.” Chloe bit back a moan when he pressed his thumbs into her lower back, making her arch forward. “Was that a cop thing?”

I asked, humor in my tone. He shot me a wink. "More lotion means I won't be able to dig into your muscles. Which is good. If the tissue has been damaged, then I need to refrain from jabbing into them. Lymphatic massage is about moving the fluid inside your tissue. Not the tissue itself." All I heard was ‘barely any pressure.' I struggled not to whine. Light, fleeting touches did nothing but annoy me. But, he was trying to be a friend, so I would shut up and let him do so.

She replied I grab her by the arm gently taking her inside the manor she's quiet too quiet she doesn't have the vibrant glow that I recognized when she was happy or how her eyes lit up she was just out to it as if her voice only was left on deaf ears. She sits on my bed head down not looking up at me I could see the tears falling from her eyes onto her skirt as she wrapped her arms around herself as if it was her safe haven, a quiet sob rises from her throat as she sniffles. "Please don't cry Roselle," I said I knelt down in front of her as her mascara had streamed leaving black marks, I wiped the tears from her cheeks gently. "I'm not going to hurt you okay, you have to trust me," I said so

She hides her face in the crook of his neck. His hands slowly moved around her body, feeling her soft skin. He took the oil from the bowl and started massaging her arms, gently kneading the muscles and she relaxed. But after that the entire massage was an exercise of sweet torture for her. He turned his attention to her legs after the arms. His touches grew sensual, as he massaged the muscles around her ankles and toes.

I watch as he rises to his feet and begins rounding my desk, not breaking my gaze until he disappears behind my chair. “The key to a good massage is about knowing where to relieve the pressure.” His warm touch rests gently on me, his much larger hands mapping my neck and shoulders, and I fight the shiver curling my toes, promptly losing as it racks my body. “For instance, if I just press here…” A loud, embarrassing moan suddenly escapes me and I quickly slap a hand over my mouth, absolutely mortified by my uncouth reaction. “Oh my God, I'm so sorry.”

What was left on her was only two pieces of lingerie. The man joined her in the bed and the massage started thereafter. Expert hands were carefully soothed the gorgeous body of the woman on the bed. At first it was all innocent but after only ten minutes of professional kneading, the tempo suddenly changed instantly. The fingers of the man were touching her intimate places. It initially started as a clumsy mistake. Once, the man nudged a nipple through the soft cotton undergarments of Minerva. Then before she knew it his big thumb was now deliciously twiddling her clit atop her pussy through her panties.