Gillian The masseuse and the naughty massage


I expected my usual routine as I woke up without the alarm. I’m not sure. I hardly ever use my alarm. I mean, I feel at times I have a built-in alarm. Have you ever drilled it into yourself the night before, telling yourself you need to be up at a particular time and, for some reason, waking up at that time?

I pull over the bed covers, yawn, and leave. I walk like a zombie to the bathroom and shower every morning. I pull off my nightie and drop it to the floor. I yawn, step into the shower, and turn it on.

I wake up more as the warm water flows and drips down and over my body. I wash my hair and body, ensuring every part of me is clean. Afterwards, I wrap a towel around me and go to the bedroom to get dressed.

I open my dresser drawer, scanning the collection of bras, panties, and leggings. I grab a lacy red bra and a matching pair of panties before selecting a black pair of leggings. Now, what top could I possibly wear, as I come across a white crop top?

I slip on the lacy red bra and matching panties, feeling a surge of confidence as the delicate lace hugs my curves. I then pull on the black leggings, smoothing them over my hips and thighs before turning to the white crop top. The fabric is soft against my skin, and the hem falls under my slim stomach.

As I get dressed, I notice a slight ache in my back. It’s probably from sleeping in an awkward position last night. I stretch my arms above my head, feeling my back muscles elongate and releasing tension. The stretch feels fantastic, and I sigh, satisfied, as I lower my arms to my sides.

I decided today would be a self-care day since it’s my day off from work. So why not treat myself to a massage? It’ll help with this backache and make me feel even more relaxed for the rest of the day.

I quickly finish getting dressed and head downstairs to make breakfast before calling around town for massage appointments at local spas or private practitioners who offer massages at home or their own space outside their main business hours (if they have one). After all, what better way to start my self-care day than with something that can ease my muscle tension?

After breakfast, I looked online and found the one that sounded good. Gillians, it was called, and it sounds nice. I dialled the number and spoke. A beautiful voice answered the phone, her voice smooth and calming. “Good morning, Gillians. I am Gillian. How can I help you today?”

“Hi, I’m looking for a massage appointment today. Do you have any slots available?” I reply, trying to contain my excitement.

“Yes, we do,” Gillian responds. I have an opening at 11:30 a.m. Does that work for you?”

“11:30 a.m. sounds perfect,” I reply, feeling my excitement grow. “I’ll take it.”

“Great,” Gillian says, her voice still smooth and calming. “What kind of a massage would you like? We offer Swedish, deep tissue, hot stone, and aromatherapy massages.”

“Hmm… I want a deep tissue massage,” I say after considering my options. My backache is intense, and I think a deep tissue massage would help loosen those tight muscles.

“Deep tissue it is,” Gillian confirms. “Do you have any allergies or sensitivities to oils or lotions that we should be aware of?”

“No, I don’t have any allergies or sensitivities,” I reply. “I’m good to go with whatever you usually use.”

“Alright then,” Gillian says. “See you at 11:30 a.m., and don’t forget to wear comfortable clothes.”

After hanging up the phone, I finished cleaning up breakfast and prepared to leave the house for my appointment with Gillian at her spa in town. I am excited for what lies ahead as she works out the knots in my back muscles during our session.

After leaving the house, I decided to walk to Gillian’s spa to enjoy the beautiful morning air. The town was surprisingly quiet, except for the occasional car passing on the main street. A sense of peace and serenity washed over me as I took in the sights and sounds of my surroundings, my earlier tension melting away.

When I reached Gillian’s spa, it was everything I had hoped for—an oasis of relaxation in a quiet corner of town. An ornate sign hung over a wooden door adorned with etchings of flowers and leaves, indicating that this was Gilian’s sanctuary for weary bodies craving relief from stress.

I push open the door and step inside, greeted by the soothing scent of lavender and the soft sound of gentle music playing in the background. The walls are painted a calming shade of blue, with delicate paintings of nature scenes adorning them. A small desk sits near the entrance, where a friendly receptionist smiles at me and asks for my name.

“Hi, I’m here for my 11:30 appointment with Gillian,” I say, returning her smile.

“Ah, yes,” she replies, checking her schedule. “Gillian is expecting you. Let me show you to your room.”

She leads me down a short hallway to a cosy room with soft lighting and a comfortable massage table in the centre. A small table nearby holds various oils and lotions, while another contains towels and blankets for warmth during the session. The receptionist instructs me to undress and lie on the table under the sheet before Gillian arrives for our session together.

I slip off my leggings and top, followed by my panties and bra, folding them neatly on a nearby chair before climbing onto the massage table. I lie down on my stomach, pulling the sheet up over my hips and settling in comfortably as I wait for Gillian to arrive.

A few moments later, the door creaks softly, and gentle footsteps follow. “Morning,” a comforting voice greets me from above. I tilt my head upwards to find Gillian beaming at me in her masseuse attire. My gaze is involuntarily drawn to her bare legs, showcased by her outfit.

She’s a petite woman, standing at just 5’3″ with long brown hair pulled back into a loose ponytail that cascades down her back like a waterfall of curls. As she leaned forward, I could see down her top. I didn’t intend to; she just leaned before me, and I could see she was not wearing a bra. By the size, I would say she is a C cup.

Gillian’s perky breasts are on full display as she leans over me, her nipples hardening in the cool air of the room. I can’t help but stare momentarily, taking in her perfect figure. She noticed my gaze and smiled knowingly before asking if I was comfortable and ready to begin our session.

“If you are comfortable, I can remove the sheet and give you a full-body massage.” She said, looking at me.

“Yes, OK then, I’m ready,” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady despite the sudden surge of desire coursing through my veins.

Gillian begins by applying warm oil to my back, massaging it into my skin with firm yet gentle strokes that quickly ease the tension in my muscles. Her hands move deftly over my body, kneading out knots and loosening tight areas with expert precision. The scent of lavender fills the air around us as she works her magic on me, sending waves of relaxation cascading through every inch of me.

“Wow, you are so good at this, Gillian,” I sigh in relief.

As she continues working on my back, her fingers drift lower towards the curve of my ass cheeks. She gently massages each cheek before slipping one hand between them to tease at the sensitive skin above where they meet.

“You know…” she paused as I told her my name. “Sarah,” I said as she continued.

“Sarah, I noticed you took your panties off; you could have left them on, you know.” Gillian’s voice was soft and sensual as she spoke, her hand still resting between my ass cheeks.

“I… I didn’t think about it,” I stammered, feeling a flush of embarrassment colour my cheeks. Gillian chuckles softly and removes her hand, massaging my back with long, slow strokes.

Gillian massages my back, her hands moving in slow, deliberate circles. I can feel the tension melting away under her skilled touch. Her fingers glide over my skin, leaving a trail of warmth and relaxation in their wake.

As she works on my lower back, her fingers drift closer to the curve of my ass cheeks once again. “I don’t mean to sound rude, my love, but you got a nice bottom,” she let out a little grin.

“Thank you,” I reply, feeling embarrassment and pleasure across my cheeks. Gillian chuckles softly before massaging and now massaging my butt cheeks.

Gillian continues to massage my butt cheeks with firm yet gentle strokes, her fingers kneading out any lingering knots or tension. The sensation is incredibly relaxing, and I find myself sinking deeper into the table beneath me. As she massages my ass cheeks, her hands begin to drift lower towards the cleft between them.

“Do you like that, Sarah? Is it ok if I massage you there? We are both ladies, after all.”

Gillian’s voice is soft and gentle as she asks for permission to massage me in a more intimate area. I hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to respond. On the one hand, I want to experience the full benefits of her deep tissue massage, but on the other hand, I feel a sense of vulnerability at the thought of allowing her to touch me so intimately.

Finally, I nod my head in agreement. “Yes, it’s okay,” I say softly. Gillian smiles warmly at me before continuing her massage with renewed enthusiasm. Her fingers glide over my skin with ease as she massages my butt cheeks and lower back with long strokes.

“Turn over, Sarah, and let’s work in front of you.” Gillian helps me turn over onto my back, and I feel a rush of vulnerability as she exposes my bare chest to her gaze. She smiles warmly at me, her eyes taking in every inch of my body with a look of admiration and desire.

“You have such beautiful breasts,” she says softly, “reaching out to gently cup one in her hand. “I was not expecting her to blurt that out” I wonder if she does this with all her clients.

“Want me to massage them?” she asks, looking into my eyes for permission.

I nod, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness at the prospect of Gillian touching my breasts. She begins by pouring warm oil onto my chest, massaging it into my skin with gentle circular motions. Her fingers glide over my nipples, causing them to harden under her touch.

“You have such sensitive nipples,” Gillian says softly, her voice filled with admiration. “Do you like it when I touch them like this? Because girl, your nipples are hard, my love,” she asks, looking into my eyes for confirmation. I nod again, unable to speak, as a wave of pleasure washes over me.

As she massages my breasts, her hands begin to drift lower towards the curve of my waist and hips. I can see her gaze between my legs. “You shave too; you look pretty nice and tidy down there” Gillian’s voice is soft and sultry as she admires my bare pussy.

“Don’t tell me you want to massage that next,” I said as I chuckled.

Gillian smiles and says, “Well, if you’re comfortable, I can offer a full-body massage that includes your intimate areas. It can be very relaxing and healing for the body and mind.”

I decide to take the plunge. “Okay,” I say with a nod. “I trust you.”

Gillian’s face lights up excitedly as she prepares to continue the massage. She pours more warm oil onto my stomach and begins massaging my hips and thighs with long strokes. Her fingers effortlessly glide over my skin.

As she massages my thighs, her hands begin to drift closer to the curve of my pussy lips. She gently massages this area with delicate strokes, causing me to gasp softly at the intense pleasure coursing through me. Gillian notices my reaction and smiles knowingly before continuing her massage of this sensitive area with even more excellent care and attention.

“You have such beautiful pussy lips,” Gillian says softly as she continues massaging me there gently but firmly enough for me to feel it deep within myself. “Do you like this?”

“Mmmm, Yes, I do,” I replied breathlessly, unable to keep the desire out of my voice.

Gillian continued to massage my pussy lips, her fingers gently parting them as she applied more oil. She began to massage my clit with small circular motions that sent waves of pleasure throughout my body.

She starts to make small talk as she continues massaging and rubbing my clit.

“Don’t worry, I won’t charge extra for this. Is this the first time another lady has done this to you?” As soon as she said that, an image of Claire entered my mind.

“Yes… but let’s not talk about that if… oh, mmm. If that is ok.” Gillian smiles warmly at me and continues her massage; her fingers now focused entirely on my clit. She rubs it in slow, deliberate circles that send waves of pleasure coursing through my body. I can feel myself growing more and more aroused with each passing moment, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as I struggle to maintain control.

“You’re so wet,” Gillian murmurs, her voice filled with desire as she feels the slickness between my legs. “Do you want me to make you cum?”

I nod my head eagerly. “Yes,” I say, my voice barely above a whisper.

She unbuttoned her Masseuse outfit and exposed her breasts as she smiled in just her panties. As she leaned over me to continue what she started as her tits dangled as she smiled.

Gillian’s wicked grin spreads wider as she picks up the pace of her clitoral massages; it felt fucking good, no, actually, it felt better than good; it felt fucking amazing.

She plunges two fingers into me, curling them to rub against my G-spot with firm, deliberate strokes.

“Oh god, yes,” I moan, my hips bucking up to meet her fingers. “Don’t stop.”

Gillian continues to massage my clit with one hand while fucking me with the other.

“Oh, ugh, keep… keep going”, I whimpered, watching her fingers digging deep inside. “That’s it, Sarah, relax, let me help you relax; I love how I feel you around my fingers; your glistening pussy does look tasty. Maybe I sho…” I cut her off while moaning, “Yes, I know… Mmmm… I know. Just fucking eat me out already,”

“As you wish, Sarah,” Gillian says with a wicked grin. She lowers her head between my legs and begins to lick and suck at my clit with abandon. Her fingers continue to piston in and out of me, hitting that sweet spot inside me that sends waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

With each passing moment, I can feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge, my breath coming in short, sharp gasps as I struggle to maintain control. But it’s no use; I’m too far gone now, lost in the sea of pleasure that Gillian is creating within me.

“Oh my Sarah, I can feel you clench, sweetheart. Don’t cum yet.” Gillian pulls her fingers and mouth away from my throbbing cunt, and I look up at her with a mixture of confusion and desire.

“I got a deal for you; I say I never charge for extras with you, honey. But would you like the message for free?” She asks, just standing there looking down at me as I am desperate to fucking gush my juices for her, and she damn well knows it.

“What do you mean?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

“I think you know, sweetie,” she said as she pulled down her panties and gave me her hand as she led me across the room to where a fluffy rug was. I lay down once again, and she straddles my face with her pussy brushing across my lips.

“OK, Sarah, you eat, I eat, we both eat together,” she said. Now we were 69 and began to take our time tasting each other. I tongued her wet slit and sucked her labia.

“Mmm, you taste so good,” I moan, my tongue exploring every inch of her wet pussy. Gillian responds by grinding her hips against my face, smearing her juices across my mouth and chin.

Gillian’s pussy is a masterpiece. Her labia is plump and pink, glistening with her arousal. I trace my tongue along her slit, tasting the sweetness of her arousal as it coats my tongue. She moans softly above me, grinding her hips against my face in response to my ministrations.

Her clit is swollen and sensitive, and I tease it gently with the tip of my tongue before sucking it into my mouth. Gillian gasps at the contact, bucking her hips against me as I flick my tongue back and forth across her most sensitive spot.

I can feel her mouth eating and munching away at my pussy.

I can feel her tongue swirling around my clit, teasing it with just the right amount of pressure to drive me wild. She alternates between flicking it back and forth rapidly and sucking it into her mouth, eliciting gasps and moans from me with every movement.

A symphony of moans and gasps filled the air as our tongues delved into the depths of each other’s slick, aching pussies. Our bodies trembled with uncontrollable desire, every nerve ending on fire as we explored each other’s most intimate folds.

The taste of her sweet nectar drove me wild with lust, and I eagerly plunged my tongue deeper into her dripping wet cunt. With every flick and thrust, I could feel her own pleasure building until she was writhing beneath me in ecstasy. The anticipation of the impending orgasm was almost too much to bear.

Gillian’s moans grow louder and more intense as she feels herself getting closer to the edge. She grinds her hips against my face with renewed vigour, her pussy soaking so severely in my mouth with even more of her sweet, tangy juices.

“Oh fuck, Sarah, I’m gonna cum,” she gasps, her body tensing up as the waves of pleasure wash over her. As I remained on my back with her pussy on my face. I pushed her up a little as I was able to enter two fingers inside her.

“You want to cum, Gillian? Well, you work for it now. Don’t stop licking my pussy, you understand, young lady? Now, hold on and don’t stop eating. This is going to make you explode.”

Gillian groans against my pussy as I plunge my fingers deeper inside her, curling them to press against her G-spot with the same firm strokes she used on me. I can feel the walls of her pussy clenching around me as she writhes with pleasure, moaning louder and louder into my own wet folds.

I apply even more pleasure inside her as her face is smothered by my juicy pussy.

Gillian’s moans grow louder and more intense as I apply even more pressure to her sensitive spots. She writhes beneath me, her hips bucking against my face as I push her closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck, Sarah, yes! Just like that!” she cries out, her voice ragged with pleasure. “I’m gonna cum so fucking hard for you!”

With a final gasp of pleasure, she explodes around my fingers in a rush of hot wetness. Drenching my face as she struggles to breathe in ecstasy with my cunt lips still in her mouth.

She stopped licking me out as she was trying to get her breath back. “Oh my God, Sarah, that was fucking incredible; now it’s your turn, baby girl,” she said as she climbed off of my face and quickly made her way back between my legs.

I can feel her warm breath against my pussy as she continues to lick and suck at my swollen labia. She lifted my legs, and I decided to help as I clung to the back of my thighs and held my legs up to my chest against my tits.

“Now it is your turn to hold the fuck on, Sarah, get ready,” with that said, she immediately starts lapping up my dripping pussy.

“That’s right, baby girl,” Gillian growled, pressing two fingers inside me and curling them to hit that magical spot that made stars dance behind my eyes. “Cum for me.”

“Ugghh mmmm… make… make me… do it…” I was on fire with need, every nerve ending alight with desire as I surrendered myself entirely to her skilled touch. The room spun around me as I felt myself careening towards that sweet oblivion of orgasmic bliss.

“Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes!” I cried out, unable to contain myself any longer as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me like a tidal wave. My pussy spasmed around Gillian’s fingers in a frenzy of release, drenching them in hot wetness as I screamed out her name over and over again in sheer ecstasy.

“GILLIAN OMG… GILLIAN GILLIAN FUCKING FUCK FUCK ARRRRRGGHHHHH…” Oceans parted, and I was gushing worse than a tidal worth. My pussy floodgates opened, and poor Gillian’s face over and her neck and tits.

As the waves of pleasure subside, I become aware of my surroundings once again. Gillian is still between my legs, her fingers gently massaging my sensitive flesh as she smiles down at me with a look of pure satisfaction.

“Wow, that was,” I say softly, still trying to catch my breath. “Thank you.”

Gillian wiped herself with a towel, a grin on her face. “I am glad you liked it,” she smiled, handing me the towel.

“It’s like Niagra Falls in here, haha”, I joked with her.

I lie there, spent and sated, as Gillian hands me a towel to clean myself up. The post-orgasmic glow envelops me like a warm blanket, leaving me feeling boneless and languid. I watch as Gillian dresses in her Masseuse outfit again, the soft fabric brushing against her bare skin.

As she finished dressing, she smiled knowingly before leaving the room. “Take your time getting dressed,” she says softly over her shoulder before disappearing through the door.

I take my time cleaning up and getting dressed, reliving each moment of our encounter in my mind with vivid detail. The way Gillian’s fingers felt gliding over my skin, the sensation of her lips on my pussy, the taste of her wet pussy on my tongue… it all comes rushing back to me like a wave crashing over the shoreline.

When I finally emerge from the room fully clothed once more, I find Gillian waiting for me in the living area with a steaming cup of tea in hand. “Feeling better?” she asks with another one of those knowing smiles as I gratefully accept the cup from her hands. “Much better,” I reply with a smile that perfectly mirrors hers as we settle into a comfortable silence while enjoying our tea.”

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John Thomas

John Thomas

Totally wow