It has been a while since I have written about any of my experiences. In this world of sharing experiences, I call myself Nish (Nishant), 40 years old, and I am from Bengaluru. I am part of management in a well-established organisation.
I am well-travelled, thankfully, my work has given me ample opportunities to travel. As a passionate masseur, I worship a female in the form of a massage. Sometimes, I am rewarded with more than a massage.
Due to my busy schedule, I am unable to write much. This is written by Ylva, who was my colleague in Sweden.
I am writing this on behalf of Nishant. For me, he has been an ideal find – as a friend, as a colleague and as an excellent masseur.
Nishant visited Sweden as part of a transition project. He and I handle teams who help us with perfectionist work. In recent weeks, the pressure of meeting deadlines had made our work hectic and had kept all of us on the edge.
Due to long working hours, we were all sleep deprived, tired, stressed and were keeping our thoughts together. Fortunately, everything went well, and that called for celebrations.
Nishant and I, along with a few colleagues, gathered at a local restaurant to unwind. Laughter filled the air as we recollected about the highs and lows of the project. The camaraderie and shared sense of achievement brought renewed energy to the team.
Toasts were made to the hard work and perseverance everyone had shown. It was a moment of relief and joy, a well-deserved break from the relentless grind. Most of our team members wanted to leave early. But Nish and I wanted to continue and decided to go to my apartment, which was a couple of miles away.
We hopped into a cab and reached my apartment. After stepping inside, we hung up our coats and made ourselves comfortable in the living room. Nishant poured us each a glass of whiskey while I grabbed some snacks from the kitchen.
Nishant: Ylva, your place is so cosy! I love the way the warm light from the lamps casts a soft glow everywhere.
Ylva: Thanks! I like to create a relaxing atmosphere. It’s perfect for unwinding after a long day.
Nishant: Definitely. It feels like home.
Ylva: Make yourself comfortable, Nish.
Nishant: Ylva, can you believe we actually pulled it off? The project is done!
Ylva: I know, right? It was a crazy ride, but we made it.
Nishant: Cheers to that! Here’s to the team’s hard work and dedication.
Ylva: Definitely. I’m so proud of everyone. We faced some tough challenges, but we came together and overcame them.
Nishant: And now we can finally relax and enjoy a well-deserved drink.
Ylva: Exactly! Let’s celebrate this win.
I was hosting Nishant for the first time. It was also the first time we’d had a chance to talk openly and casually, as our previous interactions had been primarily work-related.
Ylva: So, Nish, how are your days in Malmö?
Nishant: It’s been nice and good. It’s a big change from the hustle and bustle of Bengaluru, but I’m enjoying the quieter pace.
Ylva: That’s great. How’s your family doing?
Nish: It’s just my wife and me. Once I go back, I will plan for a vacation. Thinking of Goa as of now, but I am not really sure. What about your family, Ylva?
Ylva: After my divorce, it has become tough for my kids to adjust to the new place, especially the new school and making friends. I am single again. Currently, I’m focusing on myself and my career.
Nish: I understand the phase, since I have been through one. I am married for the second time now. What I realised is that it’s important to take care of ourselves.
These conversations helped us to know each other better and created a deeper sense of comfort and trust between us. As I slipped into my cords, I realised that Nishant didn’t have one, given that his visit was spontaneous. His hotel was far from my apartment.
Since my kids are still very young, their dresses will not fit Nishant. I searched my wardrobe and thankfully found a unisex pair of trousers. He was very much relieved once he was in his comfort zone.
Ylva: Nish, I’ve been thinking about something. We’ve talked a lot about work and our families, but I’ve never really known much about your personal life.
Nish: Oh, well, I’m not sure how much there is to know. I’ve been pretty focused on my career and being with my wife whenever I am not working.
Ylva: I understand. But I’m curious. Is there anything you’d like to share? Something you’ve never told anyone else? It could be anything, including and not limited to any amount of naughtiness. I DARE YOU! Give me DARING TRUTH!
Nish: Dare! Playing Truth and Dare? Here’s the DARING TRUTH. Well, there’s something not everybody knows about it. I love giving massages to women. I’ve written a few stories and shared them on some websites.
Ylva: That’s amazing! I’ve always admired people who can express themselves creatively. Massages, something I crave all the time.
Nish: You seem like a spy, uncovering deepest secrets. Now, it’s my turn. Tell me something you’ve never told anyone else? That may include, and not be limited to, your fantasies. Daring Truth is what I am expecting!!!
Ylva: Fantasy, I am not sure, but I don’t mind getting a good massage sometime later. (Saying this, I winked).
With this, we looked into each other and drank whiskey shots. I glanced at him. However, I found myself catching my breath. Nish was about my height. The intensity of his gaze seemed to draw me in. My heart pounded in my chest as I tried to steady my breath.
He started walking towards me, every step he took was deliberate, filled with a purpose that made my anticipation grow. When he finally stood before me, his eyes locked onto mine, searching and intense. There was a moment of silence, an unspoken conversation passing between us.
Laden with unsaid words and hidden emotions. It was as if he could see right through me, into the very depths of my soul. He smiled, a slight curve of his lips that held a world of promises and secrets.
Nish held my hands and said, “Trust me, Ylva, I know about having too many responsibilities. There are certain things within our control, and that makes it tough.”
I smiled and said, “I have never had the opportunity to get a proper massage.”
Nish conveyed, “You would be surprised how much stress it can relieve.” He hugged me, looked into my eyes, and we kissed thoroughly and passionately. Oh yeah! He is a juicy kisser. It was one of the best kisses I have ever had.
“You have a very beautiful body, Ylva”, he said and got his thumb on my back and circled and pressed certain points. I was struggling to say anything, given the sensations I was being made to feel.
As Nish’s magical hands started to move along my lower back and down to my butts, conversations were getting ceased and my moans had the combination of somewhat relaxation and bliss.
He put his hands on my shoulder and said, “Relax, Ylva, we all have our kinks. These kinks make things interesting.”
“I agree with you, Nish,” and we walked into the bedroom.
“Do you have any oil, Ylva? Or should I give you the massage, without one?” He asked while we entered the bedroom. I checked and showed him the bottle of Vanilla-Sandalwood oil and asked, “Is this fine, Nish?” He acknowledged positively and said, “This is absolutely fine.”
He made me lie on the bed. My heartbeats rocketed when his hands moved up to my thighs. I was feeling relaxed after a long time. It was thrilling, at the same time, Nish was able to sense some hesitation in me and said, “Fear not, Ylva.”
He moved his hands to my thighs again and this time his hands went further to my ass. He said, “Nothing will happen here if you are not comfortable.”
I nodded in agreement to continue further. Nish said, “In this cold weather, we really want to be covered as much as possible. But skin contact is always fulfilling during massages.”
His hands came around my chest, and he massaged my breasts and then my nipples from behind. I felt a sudden surge of electricity running through me. I held my breath waiting for further contact with his hands on my bare skin.
He made me sit, looked into my eyes, gave a peck on my lips and removed my cord-top. There I was, in my bra, half-naked in front of a guy whom I had never thought about experiencing all these. Nish pushed me on the bed, lifted my legs, and caressed them with his fingers.
He removed my cord-bottoms and kissed my legs all the way up to my thighs, but did not go further.
“You have animal lust in your eyes, Ylva,” he said while kissing me and removing my bra and panties.
I looked at myself-naked, and looked at him and in a soft manner said, “Why am I the only naked one? What about you?”
“As of now, it’s all about you. I would want to give you a proper massage,” he said.
He could sense my lust going away, I guess. That’s when he said, “If you want me to be naked, you’ll have to do the honours.”
I pushed him on the bed, removed his t-shirt, looked into his eyes, and caressed his nipples with the tip of my tongue. I then removed the trousers, and my goodness, somebody wanted to be freed from the cage.
I kissed on top and removed the remaining garment covering his dick – it sprang into its comfort zone.
“You can take care of me later – but let me first take care of you,” Nish said and asked me to lie down on my stomach and check with me. “Are you ready for the massage, Ylva”? I nodded and lay on my stomach, indicating that I was ready for the massage.
His palms were warm, coated with some oil, and he rubbed them on the back of my neck; firmly yet gently pressed his thumbs on the back of the neck and slid downwards onto my shoulders. He switched back and forth between my neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of shivers on my skin.
Nish asked, “Is the pressure of my hands comfortable for you?”
“Hmm.. yes..” I said, and he continued the massage further.
He used one hand, gripped the nape of my neck, firmly pressed and slid inwards, repeating a few times, then back to kneading both my shoulders. I started feeling that I was under his spell. Nish knew where to touch and how hard to press.
He applied more oil on his hands and slowly slid from my shoulder all the way down to my back and lower back, and then back up. He paid special attention to the lower back, where I always had some issues. The movements began in a circular motion.
Now wider, and were on the sides, almost touching the sides of my breasts. He could observe the change in my breath as I breathed heavily. Nish then switched back, massaging my back horizontally, moving from top to bottom and back. I felt his hands again on the sides of my waist.
Slowly sliding upwards, to the sides of my breast. Every time he touched my breasts, I felt he might grab them. But no, that did not happen. Bypassing my butts, Nish moved his hands, coated with some more oil, on to my legs and feet. He cupped the calf muscles on both legs.
He worked his magic on one of my stressed areas and later down to my ankles. My body reacted to his touch when he put his oily palms on my bare and exposed butts. It sent a complete shiver down my body. The next moment, I realised that he spread my legs and started oiling the inner part of my thighs.
I held my breath as his hands moved upwards, closer and closer and closer to my pussy, which was completely visible for him. He stopped while his hands were about to touch and moved down. Nish continued this a couple more times, with both his hands.
Everytime he moved up, the wetness in my pussy also increased. In the last stroke, while his hands moved up, one of them brushed the labia. He repositioned his hands on my butts again and started massaging, cupping, squeezing, pressing and caressing with his fingers.
His thumbs were in between my butt cheeks and touched my butt-hole everytime. Making me think, will his thumb or fingers go inside? His moves went further, pretty much touching my pussy lips and my clit. I felt I might shoot something out anytime, that’s how wet my pussy was.
“Ylva, are you comfortable?” Nish asked. His voice had become unusually rough.
“Mmm, hmmm…” I said and continued, “You have got me so turned on I can hardly control.”
He paused for a moment seeing my oil coated back, legs and my butts and repositioned as per his comfort. What happened next shocked my entire body. His thumb again moved up and down multiple times, touched the labia and steadily glided inside.
Considering the wetness of my pussy, it went inside so easily – the moment I was waiting for. I moaned a bit loudly when not just one thumb, but two thumbs penetrated. His fingers were touching and rubbing the pussy lips. He removed his thumbs steadily.
This time, he inserted two, three, four fingers inside while his thumb was rubbing my clit. My ass lifted – when the intensity increased – my ass lifted higher than before.
Nish was touching the right spots – I grabbed the sheets – my breaths became heavier and louder. I could feel the reverberation of my moans across the room. I wanted to shoot, but Nish said “Don’t cum yet.” It was hard for me to control, but I had to obey him.
“Turn over,” I heard him say, and I did. My breasts were visible to him very clearly for the first time. He said, “Time to give some attention to your breasts, Ylva.”
Nish oiled his hands and moved down on my stomach, and unexpectedly, he cupped my breasts and held my nipples, which were erect with desire. He pulled my nipples; my moans were his encouragement; and he pinched my nipples.
He bought his fingers, circled my nipples and my entire breasts. He used his thumbs and forefinger, held my nipples in between and started rubbing them.
“I have never experienced all these, Nish. Do it again, Nish,” I said, releasing moans from my mouth.
He moved down onto my belly and showed his magic there. He further moved down on to my legs first and then moved up again back to my pussy. He placed a pillow under my butts and started to massage my legs and then the thighs. Up-down, up-down each time, brushing the pussy lips and spreading my legs apart.
Showing my clean-shaved smooth pussy all in its glory. His fingers penetrated inside my wet pussy making me say “I am way beyond massage! Eat me, Nish! Eat my pussy! Eat now!”
My back started arching. I clutched onto the sheets tightly, bent my legs, and spread them more. I held his hand, reached out to his bulge. Oh gosh, it was as hard as rock. He looked very calm from the beginning. Over time, his voice became rough.
When I held his bulge, his facial expression completely changed. He took a deep breath, his eyes looked up, and he moaned with desire.
“Fuck me Nish! Eat me, Nish!” I begged, but still he kept his fingers inside my pussy and I was squeezing his bulge.
I raised one arm, grabbed his head and pushed his face onto my boiling pussy.
“Yes… Yes… Yes… Don’t stop your tongue. Don’t you dare fucking stop,” I demanded. This is how I have always wanted. He sucked my pussy lips and smooched them. He bought his hands, nibbed my clits, sucked it, licked it, bit them and I could feel my juice had started dripping.
He positioned me on the side, inserted two fingers of one hand in my pussy and two fingers from the other hand in my asshole.
“This is nasty, Nish! Yeah! Finger my ass! Oh my god, I am feeling so slutty!” I moaned. I was babbling, I was overheated, I wanted to have a great orgasm – but this was something I was unprepared for. This had never happened. His fingers thrusted faster and faster and his thumb rubbed my clit at the same time.
One of my hands was on his hard cock and the other, I had to hold the sheet firmly. I could feel the sheet under my butt getting damp from the juices oozing out. I was moaning more, arching my back, jacking him off, eyes closed – my moans increased – there I was in heaven.
With my heavy breaths, I opened my eyes. I looked up at Nish, realised I was still holding on to his hard-on – the animal in me further awoke. I pulled him towards me, kissed him passionately and pushed him onto the bed. I positioned myself to suck his cock.
The moment I had been waiting for since I had seen his bulge. I brought my mouth to the tip of this cock. This time, he moaned loudly. I took his cock deep in my mouth and the tip of the cock almost touched the back of my throat. I pulled it out and again put it back in. The saliva created more wetness.
Nish grabbed my hairs tight, pushed my head back and forth from his cock. I started jacking him off, while I was sucking his balls. Nish fetched the pillow and put it on the floor, and instructed, “On your knees, Ylva.” I followed. He held me by my hairs again and started to mouth fuck me.
“Good girl! Take it in completely, Ylva,” he ordered. I started gagging, but he continued. He then realised and said, “I cannot hold any longer – bend over the table.” I did so. He then penetrated his cock into my dripping pussy. It went in slowly, and once we both adjusted our positions, he started to steady his pace.
He came near to my ear and said “Ylva, I am going to fuck you hard.” I could feel his hunger and I felt, he was fucking me like an animal attacking its prey. After a while, he stopped, we kissed again, and I pushed him onto the bed, since I wanted to ride him.
“I want to get on top of you Nish” I said and climbed on top of him and guided his cock into my fucking wet pussy. This was the first time he started moaning loudly, and my moans had become a bit softer. I was scared that the neighbours would hear us, but I ignored my thoughts and we continued to enjoy ourselves.
“I am going to cum,” Nish moaned.
“Cum inside me Nish!” I said and continued, “I am on a pill. It’ll be fine.”
The moment he heard my words, he shot inside me. In the same position, I embraced him, both of us heavily panting, and I said, “DARING TRUTH.”
We cuddled with each other, and I said, “This is a massage for a lifetime! Till the time you are here, move in with me.”
I thank Ylva for sharing her experiences. What happened next? Well, let’s say the story took an unexpected turn. But you’ll have to wait for the next part to find out What Happened in Sweden – Does it remain in Sweden?
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