My First Experience with Erotic Massage

I was new to the professional escort business when this happened. However, I still remember this one client. He is the reason I managed to find my true passion, my calling. It all started with one of the professional escorts getting sick and asking me to meet with her regular client. Usually, we’d reschedule the regulars, but this time, he was adamant about seeing someone tomorrow, right before his trip. I hesitantly agreed, and she explained to me what kind of role play he wanted. His idea of a perfect evening was a relaxing, erotic massage. To my question as to why he wouldn’t just go to a massage parlour, she told me that sex is still sometimes on the table, depending on how the scene unrolls. I was utterly confused, but also curious.

He was supposed to come to my flat at 8 pm today, and I was running around like a headless chicken since 5, trying to clean and prepare everything. I was a mix of nerves and excitement as I was trying to get the room ready for my very first erotic massage client. The soft glow from the dimmed lights and the calming scent of lavender set the scene perfectly, at least I hoped so. My friend lent me a massage table. I double-checked it, making sure the linens were clean and everything looked comfortable, and most importantly that it was locked in place. This was my first happy ending massage job ever, and I wanted everything to be just right.

When he arrived, I greeted him with a friendly smile. He seemed a little nervous, which made me feel a bit better, knowing I wasn’t the only one. As I was instructed, I started the role play from the first hello. 

“I’m Amelia,” I introduced myself and asked, “Do you have any sore spots or areas you wanted me to focus on?”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. Maybe my shoulders, I think I have a few knots there,” he explained.

I made a mental note to pay extra attention there.

As he got settled on the table, I started with some light, gentle strokes to help him relax, using smooth, flowing movements along his back. His skin was warm under my hands, and I could feel the subtle knots beneath the surface. Gradually, I increased the pressure, applying firm, circular motions with my palms and thumbs to work out the tension in his shoulders and upper back.

I moved to long sweeping strokes down his back, using the heels of my hands to glide along his muscles, ensuring each movement was steady and soothing. His muscles started to respond, softening under my touch. I then focused on his lower back, using my fingertips to apply gentle pressure along either side of his spine, carefully working out any tight spots.

Next, I turned my attention to his arms, using a combination of kneading and gentle squeezing to release tension. I paid special attention to his forearms and hands, using my thumbs to trace small, firm circles over the muscles, feeling them relax under my touch. His hands, initially stiff, began to loosen and relax.

When I moved to his legs, I used long, flowing strokes from his calves to his thighs, gradually increasing the pressure to work out any stiffness. I used my knuckles to gently knead the larger muscles, ensuring a thorough and relaxing — though erotic — massage.

“Do you want me to move to your front now?” I asked awkwardly.

“Yes, please,” he agreed and rolled onto his back.

I started to warm up the area. His skin was warm, and much more relaxed than his back. Using my fingertips and the palms of my hands, I applied gentle, circular motions, working around his muscles and the area near his collarbones. I focused on the areas he mentioned, especially near the shoulders where the chest muscles connect.

He was naked, it took me longer than it should’ve to notice that. The little towel he used to cover himself earlier was gone. For the next few minutes, I was contemplating whether it was an incident or an invitation. Finally, I decided it must’ve been the latter.

With the tip of my index finger, I gently brushed his left hip bone. He opened his legs slightly, clearly giving me permission to touch his crotch. I looked at his face, but his eyes were closed. 

I slowly made my way towards his erection, only to grab it at the base and pull lightly. Then, I turned my attention towards his ball sack and inner thighs. I wanted to tease him before the actual happy ending. I started massaging his groyne, as close to his throbbing cock as I could without actually touching it. His thighs started to get tense again, as much as the massage relaxed him, his muscles were cramped now, in dire need of sexual relief. I gently pushed his legs more apart and started dragging my fingernails on the inner part of his legs. The pressure wasn’t enough to hurt him, just tickle and draw a hopeful breath every time I got close to his crotch. I knew he really wanted it, and I knew I should make him wait too long, but seeing his reaction was bringing me far too much pleasure.

Finally, I ran my fingers over his firm balls, and at times slightly scratched his scrotum. His cock twitched, and I intensified my stroking motion of his rock-hard shaft. Then, I started massaging the tip, squeezing and pinching it. Sporadically, I was also rubbing the tip with my thumb, which was clearly working for him. 

After a couple more minutes of stroking and squeezing his cock, he finally came. His body shook, and he let out a few grunts, as his cum dripped onto his abdomen and my hands. I moved my hand a couple more times, letting his member slowly soften, and his breathing came down. Afterwards, I cleaned him with a paper towel and massaged his shoulders for a few more minutes. 

It was the first time ever I provided a happy ending massage experience for a customer, and since then, I added it to my regular role play repertoire.