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You must be logged in to post wall comments or like a story. Please or up free. In Up. We currently have stories with more being added every day. This is a Massage handjob stories story Story refers to Canadian Dollars I am not a touchy-feely kind of person. Blame it on strict parents and a strict religious upbringing. I'm working with a therapist to get over this. She recommended that I get a one hour's 'Californian massage'-nothing more.

This is a very light and sensual massage and would be a whole new experience for me. I wanted to keep sex out of the picture for now anyway so I tried booking a massage appointment at a respectable sports clinic, but the first available slot was after my next therapy session. I took the earliest booking they had and asked to be wait-listed.

After a few days, no one had cancelled and I really wanted the experience before my next meeting with my therapist. Three days before, I passed by a 'Clinique Massotherapie' as they are called here in Quebec. I called the posted on the outside.

I wrote it down.

The next day I called to book an appointment. They said they could take me right away which was great Massage handjob stories they're only five blocks away. It was a small room, just barely big enough to have a massage table and perhaps only three feet of clearance all around. It was a cozy room with dim indirect lighting and soft new wave music playing in the background.

The receptionist told me to take off my clothes and lay face down on the table. She then closed the door leaving me all alone. There was a posted on the wall that said in big bold letters that 'No sexual acts permitted in the clinic' and was ed 'The Management'. I was relieved, expecting a non-sexual massage. I was already naked and laying on my front when the door opened.

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I raised myself up on my elbows and met a very pretty mid-twenties woman with a nice slim build. She said 'Bonjour' and I replied in broken French, somehow managing to get across that it was my very first time and that I wanted a very light massage. I'm new to Quebec and my French Massage handjob stories pretty bad.

Sensing my inability to speak French well, she said in broken English, 'I give you very nice massage. A few seconds later, she started massaging my shoulders. As she began, I realized that she hadn't draped a 'modesty' towel across my middle as I had heard that was the etiquette. I figured she would drape one over me when I would later roll over onto my back.

The massage was very nice. Her hands were very gentle and she used every light rhythmic sweeps with her hands. It felt very sensuous and I concentrated on fully enjoying this new sensation. She started across my shoulders and started working her way down my body.

This included gently rubbing my bare buttocks.

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That was the first clue that this woman was uninhibited and the reason for no modesty towel. Moving back and forth between my lower back and upper legs, she lightly brushed a finger gently down the center of my ass. It was electrifying. She traced the line from the top right down in behind my balls. A little later she ran her hands up Massage handjob stories backs of my legs and into the area just behind my balls. Perhaps she was testing me.

If anything was relaxing, this certainly was it! I was impressed how uninhibited she really was. I started to feel an erection building. I remembered the on the wall. I was concerned that the moment I turned over, she would see my erection and think I was crossing-the-line.

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I didn't want to get into trouble. I tried to will my erection away by defocusing on the sexual Massage handjob stories of what she was doing and just accept it as part of the massage. That didn't work at all. Every time she brushed her hands behind my balls, I just got harder. After what seemed like an eternity of bliss, she whispered in my ear to turn over.

I knew I was hard. There would be no hiding. I tried composing in my mind how I would apologize for being hard. I wondered if she would drape me with a strategically placed towel.

It was now the moment of truth. I flipped over and watched her face to see what her reaction was going to be. She smiled. No towel. She was looking right at my penis.

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This was not the reaction I was expecting. I apologized for being hard saying 'Desole' Sorry as I pointed down to my penis. In broken English she asked, 'I do for you?

I may not be Sherlock Holmes, but I knew exactly what she meant by that hand movement. I thought extra services were only available from the seedy massage parlors downtown. I hesitated. I wasn't prepared for this.

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I could only think of asking 'Combien? All she said was 'Thirty dollars'. I was tempted, but was scared - mostly because I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I waved my hands to gesture 'No' and said 'Maybe next time'.

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She began started with my shoulders then massaged Massage handjob stories chest and down onto my abdomen. It felt really nice. When it was time to do my legs, she slid her hands flat against my hips, respectfully missing my penis. When she came back up to work my abdomen again, her hands got a little closer to my penis which I could feel was even more erect. She did a quick trip back up to my shoulders and then back down again, this time making contact with my penis.

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This was unexpectedly nice. She then began to tickle my balls. Up to this point I was naive enough to think that maybe this is the way masseuses works; that maybe this was part of the 'Californian' Massage. I didn't Massage handjob stories that masseuses were supposed to massage their customers' balls. I began to wonder if she had not understood me when I said 'Maybe next time'.

I didn't know how to say that in French.

There was no mistaking that she had misunderstood me when she slid her hands up onto my penis and began cradling it. It was now completely hard. I didn't think it was the right time Massage handjob stories object. Besides, it was really feeling good. I didn't think I could get any harder, but I was wrong. She worked her fingers up and down my entire penis began, coaxing me into an even harder erection.

I didn't know what to think. Was she giving me a freebee? I stopped caring about those questions right away. I was enjoying this. The masseuse seemed to know exactly what I liked.