3 comments/ 53555 views/ 5 favorites Erotic Massage Diary By: raynchk I've been wanting to write some stories about people I massaged while working as a masseur in a big hotel in Las Vegas. The stories are true, I've only changed names to keep from causing trouble for anyone. I'm not sure where to start, so I'll begin out of order, just writing about what comes into my memory. She was from Reno and her name was Debra. She was a mature woman in her mid 40's and it was obvious she had been very attractive in the past. She still was, and her only tribute to the aging process was long blonde hair that was interlaced with some gray. I never saw her with make-up, only in spa bathrobe, but I'm sure she was a stunningly beautiful woman when she dressed up. I met Debra at the back entrance to the ladies spa and escorted her to my massage room down the hall. We entered the darkened room, her first and I asked her to disrobe, place her robe on the hook behind the door and place herself face down on the massage table. I stepped out of the room to give her some privacy, then knocked lightly and entered the room. Debra had followed my instructions and I explained to her that I wanted her to enjoy her massage and if anything made her uncomfortable I wanted her to tell me. She murmured something in response and I began her massage. Years ago, I had decided to start my female massage clients face down, on their stomach, because I found women relax better if they aren't on their back and a strange man is looking at them and touching them. It seemed easier for them to relax, and they were more involved in the massage by the time I turned them over on their backs. Debra responded to my touch very well. She was quiet and somewhat introverted, but I felt that she was experiencing a lot pleasure during the massage. I began slowly, with a couple of long, deep strokes extending from her shoulders down her spine to her buttocks -- then back up to her shoulders. She moaned inaudibly and I could feel her lower back arch slightly, elevating her firm buttocks. I continued the steady, kneading motions, working my way down her back to her buttocks. When I arrived at Debra's buttocks, I spread her legs slightly and draped her in a kind of diaper fashion with the drape towel. That way, one butt cheek was exposed, but her pubic area was covered. After thoroughly kneading the buttock with my hands, getting the feel of the flesh and muscle, I used my forearm, leaning over her and sliding the forearm from her buttock down her thigh to the place a bit above the point where the knee bends. Then I brought my forearm back up her thigh and dug it gently into her buttock, applying pressure to the hip as my forearm came up over her round butt. Finishing the left side, I moved to the right and repeated the process. Moving down her hips, I took plenty of time working the thighs and buttocks, gently pulling the muslces in a way that spreads the lips of her vagina, ever so slightly. My heart raced when I did that, because the towel moved slightly, revealing her vagina. As I peeked, I could feel the cum dripping from my hard cock and my breath was coming faster. After working Debra's upper thighs I traveled down those shapely legs to her's calves and feet. I slowly kneaded those sensitive calf muscles, finishing her *back half* with several long, sensual strokes up the back of her legs similar to the ones I'd began the massage with The long strokes up the back of the legs are a favorite massage technique of mine. The move is very pleasurable and I've found that many women (and men) become aroused by that long slow, steady pressure on their legs. Debra certainly was enjoying the massage and it was time to turn her over to work on her front half. I began on her neck, cradling her head in my hands, then working the muscles of her neck and shoulders with my strong fingers. I worked her arms and hands paying special attention to her fingers, then placed her arm alongside her head, as if she were reaching for something over her head. I slowly ran the palm of my hand up the side of her torso, feeling the curve of her ribs and the round softness of her breast. After duplicating the moves on her left side, I worked my way to her stomach and gently and firmly manipulated her stomach muscles. Debra was enjoying the massage and although she wasn't making any overt signs of wanting me to be more sensual, I felt she wanted me to go further. By this time, my erection was dripping and throbbing, but I refrained from touching her with it. I have learned through the years that there are less problems with massage if I focus on the pleasure of the client, rather than my own. It's also very erotic for me because the eroticism of the situation keeps incresing. After massaging her stomach and lower abdomen, I traveled the fleshy journey down to her legs, once again focusing on those thigh muscles which were so well developed from exercise and proper diet. As I continued to knead and manipulate her legs, her pelvis began to twitch slightly, then more pronounced. Her face revealed nothing, she was entirely self-contained, without any sort of As I stroked up her legs, her pelvis would arch to meet my hands, as if she were trying to pull my hands closer to her sex. I kept up the pressure and the movements and she kept responding. I stroked closer to her *mons veneris* and Debra's hips arched higher. I stroked closer and closer until my thumbs were sliding over the swollen lips of her vagina and she was arching her hips, raising her buttocks several inches off the table. Suddenly, silently -- her orgasm began. It surged up and those lean, strong hips and thighs bucked and jerked, then settled back onto the table and were still. It was a powerful orgasm that started deep in her loins and abdomen, coming into the open from somewhere deep in her physical and mental unconscious. Strangely, I felt honored that she had shared such a powerful sensation with me. It had been a fascinating experience although I received no physical gratification. We finished the massage and Debra said nothing -- nor did I. There was nothing to say. We didn't know each other, only some sensual, passionate side of ourselves had become acquainted with one another. There was no talk of: *"I'll see you again"*, or any sort acknowledgment of friendship. I stepped out of the room, Debra put her robe on and I walked her back to the ladies side of the spa. She did return for another massage, though. Erotic Massage Diary Ch. 02 I learned the art of massage from J., a new age woman who'd studied at Easalen in Northern California. J was older, tall. lanky and gave very good, very sensual massages. J. maintained her lifestyle by doing private massage and a majority of her clients were women; I think by her choice. She had male clients too, but even though they paid her more, she didn't seem to like working on them as much. The first time J gave me a massage, it was my first experience receiving a professional massage, and I became extremely aroused. J wasn't a bit troubled by the sight of my erect cock, she made no move to cover my erection, nor did she say anything negative. Too my surprise, she contained that arousal by giving me one of the best blowjobs I've ever experienced. J took her time during the massage, teasing and occasionally touching my penis until I was ready to explode, drawing it out until I was ready to beg her to touch my hard cock. J was skillful, and at the height of my lust and frustration, she leaned over and took my cock deep into her mouth and throat. She worked it down to the base, swallowing as she deep throated my cock to the hilt, then sucking and pulling her lips back up to the glans. It was an incredible climax, and I almost passed out from the intensity of it. Looking back now, I think she passed some of her power and mastery of the art of massage to me at that moment, similar to the way I've heard Yogi Masters pass their knowledge on to their students. Hotel massage in Las Vegas had been men working on men, women working on women for about 20 years. In the early 90's, a couple of therapists changed things. They petitioned the city fathers to allow them to do cross gender massage. It caught the attention of the hotel operators and legislation was passed allowing cross-gender massage on a trial basis. In the beginning, I was very conscious of the whole cross gender, male female thing and I did my best to be professional. Yet, there was something in my touch, something that aroused women whether that was my intention or not. Perhaps it was J's training, perhaps it was just my hormones, but I was aware that women were exotic creatures and not just pieces of flesh. I massaged them with an attitude of devotion, as if I were being given a special opportunity and I used the best combination of pressure, music, and technique that I could. My women clients would respond to this and I received more requests than most other therapists. For whatever reason, a majority of the women I worked on would respond sexually. The first time this happened in the hotel was during a half hour massage, shortly after we began cross-gender. I no longer remember her name, only her face, hair and her exquisite body. I will call her M. M was a stunningly beautiful girl who was a cheerleader with the Oakland Raiders. Long, dark brown hair, olive skin and beautiful muscle tone -- her presence was breath taking. She was so physically attractive, it almost took my breath away when we walked into the small massage room. It was all I could do to stammer out the instructions for her to disrobe and mount the table. Because it was only a 1/2 hour massage, I began with M lying face up, on her back. I put a bolster under her knees, spreading her legs slightly, then placed a rolled towel under her head, wanting to make her as comfortable as possible on the table. I began her massage with slow, firm strokes, working under her neck and shoulders, pulling and kneading the long muscles in her back from underneath. M made tiny little pleasure noises and I noticed her nipples seemed erect under the thick towel. I worked her shoulders and then a little bit on the front part of her chest and pecs, taking care not to let my hot, oily hands slide to far down her chest. Her skin was olive with fine pores that made it silky soft and a joy to touch. My heart was racing and I restrained myself from sliding my hands under the towel and cupping those large, firm breasts. M must have sensed my desire to touch her because without any warning, she pulled the drape towel down to her flat tummy, fully exposing those two luscious breasts. They were beautiful, firm with large brown aureoles and fully erect, large nipples. I thought my heart would explode, and I was conflicted by a variety of feelings. My sense of 'professionalism' was saying: "This is wrong." , my essence as a man saying: "Everything is fine." Truthfully, having had years to reflect on this, I didn't have the strength to pull that towel back up and cover her breasts. Her feminine 'musk' was too powerful and I didn't have the strength to resist what had been offered. I worked my hands down to her breasts and they felt even better than they looked. I took a deep breath, squirted some almond oil in palm, heated it by rubbing my palms together, and proceeded to massage her extraordinary breasts. They were firm and I was gentle as I kneaded her flesh in my hands, trying to engulf each breast with both hands. My touch was gentle and firm, with just a little extra pressure to see if she would respond to a slight amount of pain. She didn't, so I circled my palm around her nipples and felt the pressure of her erect flesh against my hand. I felt her heart beating rapidly, and noticing how her breathing had quickened, I worked my way quickly down to her legs, conscious of the time. It was only a 1/2 hour and I didn't want to run over or out of time,-- that would cause suspicion on the part of the female attendants who would greet M when she got back to the women's portion of the spa. Adding to the tension was my enjoyment of touching this beautiful, sensual creature and I didn't want the experience to end. I turned M. over and worked the muscles of her calves and thighs, using long, slow strokes and the deep pressure that I had learned so well from my past teacher. M responded by grinding her pelvis into the table, her way of silently telling me all was good. She moved in unison with my stroking, as my hands traveled up from her calves to her thighs, she would grind her hips into the table with a circular motion. The room was heavy with an air of hot, moist sexuality and I could seen a thin sheen of perspiration on her shoulders and back. The towel had fallen unnoticed to the floor and I could vaguely smell the scent of clean woman sex, a faint, musty aroma of aroused flesh and wet pussy. My desire to penetrate M was fierce, it took enormous control not to unzip my pants and pull her back on the table, back to where I could get my throbbing cock at her wet, slick cunt. I didn't though, there was no way I could allow myself to take that liberty with her body. Instead, I continued massaging the backs of her thighs and M continued to grind her pelvis into the table jerking her ass up into the air as she came in a series of thrusts and jerks, her body experiencing a powerful climax. I leaned over and whispered: "You're a very beautiful woman and you have a beautiful sexuality. Thank you for allowing me to share." M said nothing in reply and I stepped from the room, saying I would be waiting for her in the hall when she was ready to return to the spa. As I waited outside the room, a thousand thoughts raced through my mind. No one was waiting outside the door. My cock had returned to a more manageable state. My underwear kept the pre-cum from showing on my pants. I felt good, vital, sexual and very much alive. When M stepped from the room, she must have felt the same, there was a bright gleam in her eyes, a tiny smile and she was perfectly composed. One would never know that just five minutes before this same beautiful woman was writhing in orgasm on my massage table.