It’s been a while since I have been sharing/had shared my experiences in the form of stories. Balancing work and daily life, along with cherishing experiences, has become a major challenge. But as and when I find some time, I try to share.
Nish (Nishant), 41, here from Bengaluru. Working in IT. I have been offering massages to females for a long, long time. I have been fortunate enough to serve women in every walk of life. From students and homemakers to working professionals (from pretty much every industry) and those in their late 60s.
Introducing Mandira, in her late 40s, a native of Mumbai, a professor. She approached me with a desire to experience a good, relaxing massage and live a day for herself. She was always living for her husband and kids.
In her words, from now on.
I have been married for over 15 years; blessed with a lovely daughter, a wonderful husband and very supportive in-laws. Over the period of time, I have been waking up with tensions, headaches, and a dry spell in my sex life. It was very much active before the birth of my daughter.
Life has become very stressful. I did masturbate and even tried hooking up with some guys I met at the bar. But they were desperate to get laid rather than give me some WOW moments.
One of the guys introduced me to the story’s sites ISS and XXX. Been reading the stories over here whenever I feel alone and become a horny bitch. I wrote back to some authors appreciating their writings. But again, in-depth talks with them made me realise something else.
One genre that triggered a good interest is ‘massage’. I have read almost all the massage stories, but one person who triggered me was Nish. His narration had captivated and resonated with me. I honestly enjoyed more than others, not disrespecting others.
One morning, I decided to try out a massage, which might help me relax. I have had manicures and pedicures and occasional massages from the female therapists. But never in any other form. Thinking about getting myself to live a day, I got in touch with Nish over email, appreciating his writings.
I thought I would get a response in an hour or two. But no, I had to wait for 2 days to get his response (later, I got to know there was a medical emergency). After our initial interactions via email, we decided to move to G-talk.
I liked his straightforwardness. He said, “I would like to voice-talk first, so that it would be easy for both of us to talk with ease and comfort.” Since I was home alone and was sure about what I wanted, I agreed instantly. Neither of us wanted to waste too much time on texting.
We spoke for a good time, got to know each other, and shared our thoughts. Unlike with others (my experience), what I really liked about him was that he had no sex talk from the very beginning. But he was open enough to probe all the required information.
I liked his sentiment, “If you cannot talk openly and communication is not flowing both ways, then the essence of connection is sheer meaningless.”
(Based on my experience) To all the wonderful women reading this: I know we might have reservations and apprehensions about reaching out to a guy on this portal.
But mark my words, you don’t have to think twice if you want to get in touch with Nish. Yes, he is straightforward, but you can absolutely trust him. Just make sure you are positive and know what you want.
The voice-talk was very beneficial for both of us. I got all the required information to decide on the massage. It was late evening. By the time my hubby came back from work, my daughter had completed her dinner and was off to bed. I was waiting to talk to him about the massage I want to experience.
During dinner, I looked into his eyes and wanted to talk about the massage. But I could not and said, “I am going to Bengaluru to meet some friends.” He thought I was joking and laughed. But I was very serious and explained to him about the plan.
I didn’t take his permission, but told him. I want to be away for a couple of days. He can take care of the daughter for a couple of days or drop her off at my in-laws’ place. A solitary “well” was all he could say.
Post dinner, I pinged Nish on Gtalk to finalise the dates and sort out the remaining aspects. Though his response came a bit late, we were able to confirm everything.
In the morning, when I was travelling to Bengaluru, I felt tense. At the same time, I wanted to be a bitch. I tried meditating, but visions of his hands moving on my body and (I will not lie) his cock kept coming to my mind. Under the shower, I played with my pussy. However, that made me hornier.
I dressed in casuals and booked a cab to go to the airport. Arriving at the Bengaluru Airport, I found Nish waiting with a lovely bouquet. We shared a smile and a warm hug. I felt it was a good beginning. The resort we had booked was an hour’s drive away from the airport.
So we got into his car and set off. Since we had ample time on the road, we spoke about his experiences and my perceptions and got to know each other.
It’s a collaborative writing from both of us from now on.
Once we arrived at the resort, we completed our check-in formalities and headed to our 2BHK suite. We decided on the room where I could get massaged.
Nish: It may not be a perfect spa for a massage, Mandy, but I will try my best to set it up
Mandy: This is actually perfect. Should I help you set up anything, Nishant?
He declined with a smile.
While Nish focused on setting the atmosphere in one of the rooms, I freshened up a bit in the other, and later he went off to do the same.
It was, sort of, a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me, and I didn’t want to let go of it in any manner. I wanted to feel special in every sense.
Seduction takes time. You know, I wanted him to chase me a little bit. I stepped up my game. I wanted every moment that I was around him to be an opportunity. I just wanted him to notice me. I dressed up in a red one-piece, hair done neatly, smelled good, and when we crossed our paths, he noticed.
Nish: Mandira, you look amazing.
Mandy: Oh, this! Of course! Thank you. – with a smile
He told me later that he was unable to take his eyes off me when I walked into the living room. I planted seeds wherever I could, reminding him that I am here not for merely a massage. But I am a sexual object that needs to be explored in every manner.
We met again in the massage room
Nish: Hope this looks fine, Mandy.
Let me try to describe how the room was set. The lights were dimmed, just enough to see each other’s faces, but felt intimate. A few vanilla-scented candles – not too bright, but just enough to see the shadows dance on the wall; soft instrumental track (we could barely hear anything except that).
A few bottles of oil arranged on a tray – lavender, rose and sandalwood.
Which one would you pick? Nish asked. He picked up each bottle and uncapped – all of them felt like something I would want on my skin for hours.
I got confused and said, “Honestly, I don’t know. Whichever one makes me feel the most pampered”
“For a truly pampered and romantic feel, I would blend rose and sandalwood, with a hint of lavender,” he said.
He blended a perfect ratio of the oils and made me inhale the aroma. It gave a spa-like combination – the aroma felt so relaxing and lifted my mood at the same time. Nish further said, “Now, there’s nowhere else we need to be. Just you, me and this room (the room feels like it’s been waiting for us all day).”
I just smiled and said, “I want to soak in every moment and cherish everything.”
Nish: This one-piece looks stunning on you, Mandy.
Mandy: (smiling shyly) You think so? I was thinking between this and the black one. Glad you like it.
Nish: (stepped closer, in a soft voice) Yeah, but… with all the oil from the massage, it’ll probably get ruined.
Mandy: (playfully shrugged) Who cares about the dress, Nish? It’s just a fabric.
Nish: (raising an eyebrow) Tough girl you are, Mandy. Maybe we can start without the oil, just my hands for a bit?
Mandy: (sat on the chair) Mmmm, perfect. Show me what you have got.
Nish was behind me, his hands warm and steady, pressing gently into my shoulders over the thin dress. He worked slowly, circled, thumbs easing some points from my upper back, and teased me carefully without any slip.
Mandy: (sighed deeply, I was melting by his touch) God Nish… that feels amazing. Don’t stop – it feels better without the oil right now.
I let out soft moans, I felt my body start loosening, and his every move increased my breath. After a few minutes, he paused, his hands on his lower back.
Nish: (smiling to himself) This dress is a killer on you. We can save the red for later, when there is no oil in sight. And before I lose myself from not massaging you, and do something else, ready for the oil now, or should we keep this a little longer?
Mandy: (I looked at him, my eyes half-closed) a bit more of this… then oil… this is heaven.
Nish: (his voice soft and warm… continuing the rhythm) Heaven. I could do this all day and night.
He applied the pressure slightly more, his fingers kneading into my muscles from the shoulders to my hips, making me moan softly.
Mandy: (I murmured) You are too good at this, Nish… my shoulders have not felt loose for a while now.
Nish: (chuckled, moving his thumb up my spine) Years of practice… Breath deep, Mandy – yeah, like that.
His thumbs worked slowly at the base of my neck. I could see shadows cast by the candles. My breaths and the soft music and his words to check for the right pressure, were the only few voices we could hear.
Mandy: (feeling blissful) A few more minutes like this, then I am ready to switch.
After a few minutes of massaging over the dress, Nish guided me to get into the silk cloth (which covered my butts) and lie on the bed, face down. As a professional, he was about to leave, to give me privacy to change.
I stopped him and said, “Sooner or later, you will see me naked; you don’t have to step out. But if you have to, you have to dress up like me. Doesn’t seem good if you are dressed up.”
“You’ll get to see me in my birthday suit later,” he said with a wink.
I changed to silk cloth and positioned myself on the bed. I said, “oil me up… I am all yours.”
He adjusted the position of the silk cloth, ensuring that my butts were covered and he could oil my back and legs.
Nish’s hands… oh god, they were magic on my back. He poured some oil on his palms and rubbed them. He started with long and warm moves from my shoulders down to my lower back, pressing just firm enough. His thumbs made deep circles along my spine.
He occasionally used his arm to add more pressure and relax my sore back. I felt like all the day’s tension was getting released. My whole body sank into the bed. It was so relaxing. His strokes, when needed, were firm and switched to lighter ones, almost feathery.
It made me smile and feel very happy. It was pure bliss, no rush, heavenly.
Nish: (moving his hands warmly) Too much pressure, Mandira? How are you feeling?
Mandy: (eyes closed) Perfect… keep going… I feel all glowy inside.
Nish smiled and resumed working on my neck and ears.
His fingers moved to the base of my skull, thumbs pressing gently, moving upward along my neck. I felt so relieved after hours at the desk. My breaths were responding to his every move. His ear massage felt so intimate. Gentle pulls on the lobes, circling the outer region, sending relaxing tingles everywhere.
Mandy: (calmly whispered) You’re natural, Nish. You’re lifting my mood. Total bliss.
He smiled, blew cool air from his mouth on my neck till my lower back. He applied more oil between his palms and positioned himself to give me a leg massage. Yes. The silk cloth was still covering my butts.
He started at my calves, hands moving up and down, firm, good, squeezing strokes that eased all the standing, walking and travel stiffness. His thumbs worked on my thighs. Certain strokes almost touched my pussy (I could feel the wetness).
Then he moved towards my feet, gently pulling each toe, stroking the heels with steady pressure. I felt so grounded. pure relaxation.
He came towards my back, saying, “Most of your back pain starts from the lower back.” He started sliding his fingers almost onto my butts. He positioned himself and got both his palms on my upper back. Slowly moving down inside the silk cloth, I touched my butts and started cupping it.
I sighed, moaned, and with every cupping, my moans increased. His crotch was very near to me, and at certain times when it touched, I could feel his hard cock. My hands were stopping the silk cloth, but he gently moved my hands. He removed the silk cloth, exposing my butts and making me stark naked.
Nish: (while cupping my butts) Is this ok, Mandira? If you’re uncomfortable, I can massage on the cloth.
I responded positively. He poured some oil directly this time, and it felt cold. But the moment his hands were playing on my butts, that cold vanished.
Nish: (while still massaging) At any point, anything hurts, feels a little wrong, let me know.
My heavy breaths and my moans gave him the acknowledgement to go any further. I bit my lips and was moaning throughout. His hands and arms worked at perfect pressure, and steadily his hands came lower, teased a couple of times and were on the crack.
He gently moved his thumb up and down, repeating this a few times. Then came the stroke of the moment. His fingers were very down, almost touching my pussy (he did feel the wetness), glided up and up, and his middle finger stopped on the crack. I thought he’d glide inside, but he did not.
This time, when his hands went down, his fingers were kind of inside my pussy, moisturising his fingers. When it came up to the crack, he slid the middle finger inside.
This jolted my entire body, and I let out a heavy moan. “Nishant… that feels so erotic… I never expected this.”
He lubricated his finger with some vaseline and, without a second thought, glided his finger inside my crack, giving me a good anal massage. A few moments later, he parted my butts, his middle fingers lubricated and travelled inside my anal again.
It’s tough for us to express in words. Honestly, Nish and I don’t know how many times we both were aroused while writing our own parts. We ended up having phone sex. But let’s not dive into it now.
One, two, four… yes… four fingers were inside my anal. He explored the interior like a pro. It was painful… but was heavenly… blissful… erotica at its best.
Nish: (removing his fingers steadily and moving to me, his face so close, asked) Exhausted, Mandy?
I held his face, and that was our first kiss. Our lips and tongue played with each other for the first time among many.
Nish: (asking me to turn over) Let’s work on your other parts now.
Mandy: Do whatever it takes to pamper me to the core.
He worked on my legs for a few minutes and later oiled my entire breasts and tummy. His hands moved from my shoulders to my ankles multiple times. He then moved himself closer to me and massaged my neck, temples, and eyes.
While massaging them, his lips were close to those parts, I just wanted to pull myself and make him eat. Every time I was about to do, he said, “Take deep breaths, Mandy… yeah… just like that.”
He kissed my forehead and eyes, and gave me a peck on my lips, and started massaging my breasts. He cupped the right breast first, took the nipples between his fingers, and at certain moments, his tongue played with the nipples. My moans were soft, but I held the bed tight.
He repeated with the left breast as well. Later, he ensured that both breasts got the same amount of attention. He then looked into my eyes, our noses almost touching. Our lips were very close. His fingers were on my fucking wet pussy. The fingers went inside, and we kissed passionately again.
My nipples were hard. He broke the kiss, parted my legs and positioned himself to access my pussy better. While his fingers were exploring my pussy, I moaned and raised my hips a bit, giving Nish better access. Meanwhile, my hand was looking for his cock. It was hard, very hard. I moaned, he moaned.
Fingers from one of his hands were inside, while a finger of his other hand found my clitoris. His touch sent shivers down my spine. He came close to me again and kissed me, held me by my neck, and his other hand supported my back and made me sit on the bed leaning against him.
He cupped my boobs again, we kissed again, and his fingers moved down to my wet pussy. He kissed my shoulders, rubbed his lips on them, while his fingers were still exploring the interiors of my pussy. I could feel his hard cock craving to come out of his shorts.
I wanted to make it free and grab it so badly, but how I restrained, only I know. In this position, I could feel Nish’s heavy breaths.
Nish: (in a calming voice) Let’s move deeper and make it more intense. Doggy position, on the bed.
I never expected this. First it was anal massage, then yoni (vaginal) massage and now massage in doggy position. I had no idea what was about to happen.
I obeyed and was in doggy. Fingers from one hand slid inside my pussy, and vaseline-lubricated fingers from the other went inside my ass. Exploring both the holes together. That’s when I realised both pussy and anal were finger fucked simultaneously.
I was moaning. “Nish, don’t stop, tear them apart.” This was mind-blowing.
“I am about to cum, Nishant, don’t stop.” When I said this, he increased the speed slightly. I was about to cum last time, but this time I couldn’t control myself anymore. It was intense.
Nish: (in a soft and smiling voice, his fingers still inside) This was the intense internal massage. Was it too much, Mandira?
Mandy: (still moaning heavily) I never expected this. This is the next level of erotic pampering for me.
I fell into bed exhausted. But I was not done. I needed more now. I pulled him; I wanted to suck his cock. I removed his shorts, and without second thoughts, I took his hard cock inside my mouth. I sucked and took his cock till my throat, and got gagged. He mouth fucked me.
“I am about to cum, Mandy,” Nish said. Any normal man would for sure let it cum after such intense and intimate moments.
The moment I said “fill me up”, he shot his cum inside my mouth. And my goodness, he shot a lot. I gulped every drop of it. It was lip-smacking.
With this, both of us were exhausted, and due to my travel, I never knew when I dozed off.
To be continued in part 2.
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