The Massage Invitation

My name’s Aryan, and by day, I work a regular office job in Bangalore. But for the past couple of years, I’ve built a quiet reputation as a skilled private masseur. I cater mostly to women who appreciate discretion and a personal touch.

Shweta, my close friend, had always known about my side gig. We’d shared drinks, laughs, and secrets over time, but nothing ever crossed the line. That changed one evening when she messaged me.

Shweta: “Hey, weird question. You think you could give me a session some time?”

Me: “You serious? You want a massage?”

Shweta: “Yeah. The house is empty this week. Family’s out of town. Want to feel  pampered.”

Something about the way she said it made me pause — there was curiosity behind her words. A need to feel noticed. I told her I’d take care of everything.
That Wednesday evening, I arrived at her apartment.

I had a discreet massage kit in one hand and something extra in the other — a playful surprise. I handed her a bathrobe and a small package. She peeked inside and blinked. “Wait, what is this?” Her voice trembled slightly as she pulled out the candy lingerie.

“You expect me to wear this? I haven’t even worn a two-piece around my husband!” I smiled gently, reading the nervous glint in her eyes. “Trust me,” I said. “This isn’t just about how you look. It’s about how you feel. Let go, just this once.”

After a moment’s hesitation, she sighed. “Fine. But you better know what you’re doing.” As she changed, I set the mood — soft candles flickered around the room, warm towels layered the bed, and calming aromas filled the air.

When she stepped out in the robe, her medium-length hair, I couldn’t help but say: “You’re looking dangerously sexy right now.”

She rolled her eyes playfully.

“You bought this tiny robe on purpose, didn’t you?”

“Of course. Girls with legs like yours need to show them off.”

She smirked but didn’t resist.

“If I’m doing this, so are you. Lose the clothes. Now.”

Her boldness surprised me and thrilled me. Though I undressed myself slowly during the session that day, I undressed without a word. Her eyes flicked over me, amused.

“Hmm. Someone’s a little too ready,” she said, looking at my clean pubic area.
Tying her hair with the clutcher, she brushed her fingers on my chest, teasing, before she turned and lay down on the bed.

I took the bottle of her favourite oil from Forest Essential and held it under her nose. I watched her close her eyes, inhaling.

“Mmm,  that smells amazing.”

“Relax,” I whispered. “If anything feels too much, just say the word.”

What followed was slow, rhythmic, and deliberate. I started with her back, loosening the knot of her bra and gliding my hands down to her waist. Her breathing deepened, a soft murmur escaping her lips. I brushed my fingers along her arms, then gently kissed each fingertip.

Her skin grew warm beneath my touch, her body melting into the bed. I started licking her fingers one by one without making them too wet. While her finger was going inside my mouth, my tongue ensured that it was paying attention to all of it.

“Aryan ” she whispered my name.

I didn’t speak — I just kissed the curve of her shoulder. I started kissing her all the way to her waist before pulling down her panty and getting it off her body. The candies near her pussy area have been coated with her juices. I didn’t let it go wasted and, using my tongue, licked it before eating those particular candies.

I again poured some oil, this time on her buttocks and thighs and started massaging them. Her buttocks were perfectly soft. My hands were respected with gentle strokes. After some time, it was time for my hand to pleasure her butt hole.

I parted her right leg from the left so that her butt region got a bit widen and took my face forward to sniff her ass. I opened her butt more with my hands and, with my tongue, started licking it in a proper motion. Her moans were going strong.

Before she could realize her hand was on my hair gripping it tight and holding it close to her butt. I can feel the warmth of her body. Then I took my thumb and started giving her butt a slow massage to relax her. Time felt like it blurred. We weren’t co-workers anymore.

We were just two people in a quiet room where candlelight danced, and every breath meant something. Eventually, she turned to face me, her neatly trimmed pussy open and unguarded, along with a flat belly and her boobs covered by the untied bra.

“I’m removing it,” she pointed to the candy bar. Before I could acknowledge it, the bra was out through her neck and thrown to the extreme side of the bed. She had neatly placed firm boobs that would measure around 32B and a waist around 28.

This time, I took a generous amount of oil on my hand and started with her legs. While going through her legs, my focus went to her feet, which were looking really, really sexy. It had a red glossy nail polish that was glowing to the fullest in the candlelight.

The feet looked as if it has just come out of the pedicure session. I couldn’t resist further and started admiring them with my mouth. What started with soft kisses followed by sucking every finger. While my hand was gripping her leg properly, ensuring my mouth was getting the proper reach.

She, with her other leg, started encircling my bare chest. I could sense it was getting hard for her to control. After finishing her 1 leg, I focused on the other, and she directed her free leg to my erect penis. Now, my hand reached above her waist.

I was sure that she was expecting me to reach her pussy, but I had saved it for the last. I reached her belly, kissing her belly hole and going up towards her boobs. Now, I placed myself on top of her hip, not giving my entire body load. In the meantime, she also ensures that she can’t move much.

As I sat on her hip, my dick was erect and was resting on her belly. I could feel a sensation on her face as soon as my genitals touched her skin. My precum was already dripping and falling on her belly. She even noticed it and smiled the same way.

Now I started massaging her neck and slowly getting hold of those bare boobs. It was waiting to get my attention. I was squeezing them gently and circling the hard nipples through my fingers when she asked to do it in a harder way. I knew what she was expecting.

I reached forward and put my mouth on her left boob, sucking it while my hand started squeezing her right boob. She was immensely excited and was chanting my name with her moans. Her flat was empty, and there was no adjacent flat, so she could moan to the full without thinking about anything else.

She was gripping the towel to the extreme as she reached her first orgasm.

“I’m not nervous anymore,” she said. “I want this  all of it.”

I nodded, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek.

“So do I.”

My fingers traced gentle paths along Shweta’s warm skin, the scent of aromatic oil along with her sweat rising in the air between them. Her body glistened faintly, a blend of heat and desire. She lay beneath my dick—inviting, radiant. My lips found her neck first, lingering there, tasting the soft salt of her skin.

She sighed, her fingers tightening ever so slightly on the sheets. I continued slowly, reverently, trailing kisses down her chest, across the soft rise of her breasts, and further to her pussy. Each inch of her body felt like an uncharted map I was determined to explore, savour, and memorize.

Her breath deepened as I reached her hips, parting her legs with a gentle touch, revealing the glory hole. I paused, letting my breath tease her sensitive skin before my lips moved closer—soft, playful, maddening. The aroma was a mix of sweat and her wetness.

I placed myself near her thighs, teasing them with soft kisses before my head got in between her legs. I locked her pussy with my lips and started licking it. Shweta’s moan was like music, her fingers tangling in my hair as her thighs instinctively wrapped around me, holding me close.

There was no escape, not that I ever wanted one. At that moment, nothing existed but the rhythm of the connection. I moved with devotion, mouth and tongue in harmony with her gasps, each movement drawing her higher. Shweta’s body tensed, trembling against me as waves of pleasure overtook her.

I drank in every drop that was coming out of her pussy as she reached back-to-back orgasms. When she finally loosened her hold, my lips returned to hers. The kiss was urgent and deep as if we’d waited years for it. Tongues explored with hunger and familiarity, the warmth between us igniting all over again.

As we kissed, my hand wandered, slipping between her thighs once more. My fingers discover her all over again, gently, then with growing intensity, with one finger first followed by the second, making it a wild fingering. She responded in kind.

Her hand wrapped around my dick, matching my rhythm with her own with the firm grip. Our bodies moved in unison, lips still fused, the breath becoming one. When Shweta finally gasped my name, trembling again in my arms, she smiled and whispered against my lips, “Now it’s your turn.”

As I lay back, surrendering to the moment, Shweta climbed over me. Her eyes held a spark that hadn’t dimmed since the first kiss a while back. She reached for her hair, pulling it back into place with a quick twist of her clutches, a playful grin tugging at her lips.

Leaning down, she kissed me softly—once, then again, before her mouth wandered to my neck. Each kiss became a spark, and soon, her lips were leaving a trail of warmth and faint marks across my skin, reminders of her touch.

When she reached my chest, her fingers and mouth teased my nipples, drawing soft gasps from me that only made her smile grow bolder. Her movements were unhurried and curious—like she was teaching me one sensation at a time.

As she made her way down, she paused at my pubic region, brushing her fingers along the edge of my clean skin. “Do you always keep this so neat?” she asked, half teasing.

“Of course,” I replied with a wink. “Always ready.”

There was a pause. Her voice softened as she looked up at me. “I don’t usually enjoy giving blowjobs, but tonight, I want to try.”

“Are you sure?” I asked, gently brushing her cheek.

She nodded. “Tell me how to begin.”

“Start slow,” I murmured. “Kiss the tip… taste it… then take your time.”

Shweta followed my words like a secret ritual. Her lips pressed gently to the head right on the pee hole and sucked the precum, her tongue circling the most sensitive parts with care. I shivered beneath her, My breath catching as she explored. “Am I doing okay?” she asked, almost shyly.

“You’re doing more than okay. You’re amazing,” I breathed.

With growing confidence, she took more of me into her mouth, her movements graceful and deliberate. I was stunned by how naturally she moved as if she’d found a rhythm uniquely hers. She alternated between deep, slow pulls and tender kisses along my shaft, balls, thighs, and the delicate skin near my hips.

Every touch was intentional. Every glance between us held fire. After a while, she pulled back just enough to ask, “Don’t you feel like cumming?” My hand brushed through her hair.

My voice low and steady. “I do… but I’m holding it back. I want you to come as many times as your body desires. And when I do… I want it to be the finale—something worth waiting for.”

Her smile was soft, almost reverent, as she leaned back in. Her voice trembled with desire. “Aryan… Fuck me like you describe in your stories.” I held her gaze for a moment, then guided her gently to the edge of the bed. Her hips rested at the border, and the rest of her body flowed beyond it.

The anticipation hung thick in the air, the bodies glistening, hearts pounding in harmony. I reached for a condom, carefully rolling it over the dick. It was already hardened with longing, close to 8 inches in length and a decent thickness. I lifted her legs, resting them along my chest, my hands warm against her thighs.

Slowly, deliberately, I positioned himself and eased in—just the dick head at first, allowing her to adjust to welcome me in. Shweta exhaled, her fingers gripping the bed, her body melting into my rhythm as I pressed deeper. Inch by inch, I filled her.

I paused for a breath, eyes locked on hers, waiting for that silent yes—and when it came, I began to move. A steady, building tempo, growing bolder with each thrust maintaining a decent pace, ensuring every time the dick is getting inside, it goes as deep as possible.

My body knew hers now—knew the way she tightened, trembled, opened. The room was filled with the sound of the moans and the humid perfume of passion—skin, sweat, and orgasm. Time slipped away. Shweta looked up, breathless. “Can you go more?”

I smiled. “I’m not stopping.” She shifted, now climbing into my lap at the corner of the bed. With her legs folded on the bed, she guided me back inside her, her hips taking over, her arms looped tightly around my neck. The lips met again—deep, slow, hungry—and we moved as one.

When her legs began to tire, I asked gently, “Want to try the doggy position?” She nodded, but with one condition. “Lights on and facing towards the mirror. I want to see us in the mirror.”

So we did. The glow of the room lit up the reflections as we moved together. Shweta on all fours, eyes catching with me in the mirror as I held her hips and took her deeply, steadily. She gasped my name again and again, her body reaching peaks, her moans echoing like whispered prayers.

Eventually, it was my turn. She turned to me, playful and bold. “I want to try blowjob again… the way we show in the porn videos. You know, when the guy finishes in the girl’s mouth. And I want you to take control.”

I understood and stepped back, helping her onto her knees. I took her hair gently in one hand, guiding me to her lips. She opened to me, and I moved with care—firm but conscious of her limits, ensuring the dick was not going too far that could choke her.

I never pushed too far, only just enough to keep her right where she wanted to be. When my release built to its final wave, I pulled back, eyes meeting hers. “Where do you want it?”

“On my boobs,” she whispered, lips glistening.

I did just that—letting go in deep, heavy pulses, watching it land across her chest, a beautiful, messy mark of everything we had just shared. I reached for a towel to clean the sperm that was losing its colour.

She stopped me with a soft touch. “Let it stay… just for a little while. It’s not every day we feel like this.”

We lay back on the bed, catching our breath, her skin warm against mine. The silence between us was full—not empty, but complete. After a few quiet minutes, she turned to me with a smile. “Let’s go for a walk. Get some ice cream.”

“Should we bathe first?” I asked with a raised brow.

“Let’s do it after,” she said, slipping into her dress. “I want to carry this feeling just a little longer.”

And so we stepped out together, bodies still humming, hearts full, wrapped in the afterglow of something unforgettable.

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