It was a typical Friday evening when I received an email from this beautiful woman who had been my client online. We had met on a FL and decided to take things offline after months of exchanging messages. She was coming to London for work and asked if we could meet up for a massage. I agreed, and she sent me her travel dates.

We agreed on a hotel near my location and we met at the lobby. She was wearing a black outfit that showed off her curves, and I couldn't help but feel a flutter in my chest. We exchanged warm greetings, and with a sense of excitement, we headed up to the room.

We started chatting about our mutual understanding of safety and boundaries for a comfortable massage experience. She shared that she had travelled alone to our town for business and was feeling drained after a long flight.

Once she was settled on the table, I began the massage by focusing on her upper back. She opened up to me about her struggles with sleep due to work-related stress, but remained optimistic about finding a solution.

As I worked through her muscles, I noticed her body start to relax and unwind. When she turned over onto her stomach, I gently stroked her lower back, and she let out a soft sigh, signalling her approval for more. I continued the massage by moving up her body, targeting knots around her chest that she had given permission to release with deep pressure.

Her breathing grew heavier, and she began to exhibit physical responses such as squeezing my waist and subtly tensing her legs. As I worked on her shoulder area, I noticed a slight wetness in her underwear. When I reached her inner thigh, she paused momentarily, anticipating the next move. In response, she began to grasp at me, but I redirected her touch by stroking her leg instead.

As I continued the massage, I eventually reached her perineal muscle, prompting her to release a soft moan. I felt her pelvis shift to touch my hand. It was soft and wet. As I approached her inner thigh again, she moaned softly and asked for more by tilting towards me harder. I gently travelled around her labia towards her pubis and the combination of oils and fluids awakened her trimmed, dry hair.

She hinged and touched my hand a few times when I was on her pubis. When she realized I wasn't moving away, she started circling herself, applying gentle pressure against me with each rotation. As I stroked down, I noticed it was already flooded. I could sense that her moves became more aggressive as she moaned louder. Finally, she said, "I want you in."