Mark and Vanessa found me through one of my posts. They were in their early 30s, newbies to the lifestyle, and obsessed with my massage skills. They messaged me saying they’d been dreaming of a sensual massage that’d turn into more—my RMT background sealed the deal. We clicked in the chat: Mark was laid-back and eager, Vanessa was flirty and shy. After a couple hours of messaging, we set up a meet at their place that same day. The vibe was electric, and none of us wanted to wait.
I rolled up to their door at around 7 PM. Mark opened the door, a stocky guy with a friendly grin, and shook my hand. “Hey, man, I’m Mark—good to meet you.” Vanessa peeked out from behind him, all curves and shy smiles, her dark hair pulled back. “Hi, I’m Vanessa,” she said, her voice soft but excited.
We stepped inside, and after some small talk—me mentioning a recent sparring session, them asking about my massage work—Mark got straight to it. “So, uh, we were thinking… I’d love to watch you give Vanessa a sensual massage. That’s kinda the dream here.” Vanessa blushed but nodded, and I could see the spark in her eyes. I said, “Sounds perfect—let’s make it happen. Where do you want us?” They led me to their living room, where they’d set up a blanket on the floor with some pillows—cozy and ready.
I turned to Vanessa, my voice low. “Let’s get you comfortable.” She stood there, hesitant, so I took the lead. I stepped close, my hands brushing her shoulders as I tugged her shirt up slow, peeling it over her head. Her breath hitched, but she let me. I unhooked her bra next, sliding it off, then eased her shorts down her hips, leaving her in just panties. Her skin was warm, goosebumps rising as I guided her to lie face down on the blanket.
Then I stripped down myself—kicked off my shoes, pulled my tee off to show the lean muscle I’ve built, and dropped my jeans. I kept my boxers on for now, but they hugged tight. I straddled her, sitting across her lower back, my dick resting soft against her skin as I settled in. Mark was on the couch, eyes wide, already shifting in his seat.
I grabbed the oil I’d brought—unscented, smooth—and warmed it in my hands. “Relax,” I assured her, starting at her shoulders. My thumbs pressed into her traps, slow and deep, working the knots out. She sighed, sinking into the blanket. I was soft at first, just feeling her under me, but as my hands slid down her spine—fingers fanning wide, pressing into her lower back—she started to shift. My dick brushed her skin with every move, and I could feel myself stirring.
I kneaded her hips, thumbs circling near her panty line, and she moaned soft. Then her hand reached back, tentative at first, grazing my boxers. She found me, fingers wrapping around my dick through the fabric, and that was it—I went from soft to throbbing hard in seconds. She squeezed, teasing, and I groaned low, letting her feel what she was doing. Mark’s belt clicked open—he was jerking himself slow, watching her play with me.
I kept massaging, hands gliding up her sides, brushing her ribs, then back down. She was squirming now, her grip on me tighter. I leaned in, whispering, “Time to flip?” She nodded, and I slid off, helping her roll onto her back. Her eyes were dark, locked on mine, her chest rising fast. I straddled her again, my hard-on pressing against her stomach this time, and poured more oil. My hands started at her collarbone, trailing down slow, circling her breasts without touching too soon. She arched up, whimpering, and then she grabbed me again—firmer now—and said, “Put it in. Please.”
I didn’t need more than that. I slid her panties off, ditched my boxers, and positioned myself. Mark was stroking faster, his eyes glued to us. I eased into her, slow at first, letting her adjust—she was tight, wet, and gasping already. Then I thrust deeper, finding a rhythm, my hands gripping her hips. Vanessa moaned loud, her voice breaking into screams of excitement—“Oh God, yes, harder!”—and it drove me wild. Her nails dug into my arms, her legs wrapping around me as I pounded into her, the blanket bunching under us.
She was vocal as hell—screaming my name, crying out “Fuck, don’t stop!”—her body shaking with every thrust. I kept it passionate, leaning down to kiss her neck, her jaw, tasting the sweat on her skin. My boxer’s stamina kicked in—I went hard, deep, switching angles to hit her just right, and she lost it, thrashing under me, her moans turning into full-on yells of pleasure.
Mark was loving it—jerking himself off the whole time, his hand a blur, grunting as he watched. His eyes never left us, darting from her face—twisted in ecstasy—to where I was driving into her. I could hear him muttering, “Holy shit, yes,” under his breath. I flipped Vanessa onto her knees at one point, taking her from behind, my hands pulling her hips back to meet me. She screamed louder, “I’m gonna—fuck!”—and I felt her clench around me, trembling as she came.
I wasn’t far behind. A few more thrusts—her ass slapping against me, her moans echoing—and I pulled out, finishing across her back with a groan. Mark lost it too, spilling over his hand, his chest heaving as he stared at us. Vanessa collapsed, panting, still whimpering little “oh my Gods.” Mark just laughed, dazed, and said, “Man, that was insane.”
We cleaned up, and the electric energy lingered in the air. They couldn’t stop grinning; Mark shook my hand like I’d won a title fight, and Vanessa hugged me, still shaky. The next morning, they reached out, saying they replayed it in their heads all night long. This experience was hands down one of the best in my journey. Want to hear more thrilling stories? Let’s chat!