I just got home from a massage that was full of sensual surprises. It reminded me that the range of sensual experience in massage is almost infinite. My hips, and what's between them, still feel like they're glowing.
I was out running errands and had sharp lower back pain radiating into my hips. (Driving can be the worst.) My map app showed a massage place nearby, so I decided to give them a try. The spa's exterior windows were covered by those huge photo murals of people receiving massage: which often appear on both LMT-staffed spas and massage parlors alike. So I didn't really know which type of establishment this was. According to the sign by the door, this place is open until 10pm (which is more typical of massage parlors), and the decor in the dark lobby likewise said "parlor."
My masseuse was a plump, cheerful Thai woman in her thirties, wearing a tight T-shirt and shorts. 'Sukanya' showed me to one of the massage rooms and left me while I got undressed. No blankets... I went belly-down naked under a thin sheet.
The first ten minutes of the massage established that Sukanya knew what she was doing. (This is often not case in massage parlors, where the massage can be unskilled and perfunctory, given that it's only part of what most clients are there for.) In contrast, this lady was obviously skilled in Swedish massage, and she also offered to work in some ashiatsu: holding onto a ladder set into the ceiling and using her bare-footed weight to ease out the kinks in my back and upper thighs.
I mentioned that my main concern today was a lot of pain in my lower back and hips, and she agreed to spend most of our time focusing there.
Sukanya slid the sheet off me, leaving me completely nude (which is something most LMTs won't do.) She began to apply a magical variety of massage techniques to my hips. I was still unsure where all this was going, as Sukanya was not at all shy about massaging areas LMTs normally won't touch. This massage included rapid overlapping strokes to my upper inner thighs. Sukanya followed these by using the side of her right arm to apply sliding pressure to my oiled hips and butt crack: focusing on the area around and below my coccyx. I'd never before had a masseuse do this: sliding her arm—with the pressure delivered by her ulna—back and forth across my hips, taint, anus, and coccyx, pausing in each slide to let the tip of her oiled elbow spin slightly into my anus. After at least 10 minutes of this, Sukanya placed the fingertips of both hands so that they ringed my anus, pressing into the muscles of my perineum, stroking me and flexing her fingers in and out for several minutes. As someone who loves anal stimulation, I was in heaven.
My hips were moving of their own accord. As we were more than 30 minutes into the massage, and Sukanya was touching me so intimately, I believed that I was just moments away from one of her oiled fingers entering my rectum (as one of my masseuses in years past often did), or her hands sliding underneath me again, this time to stroke my scrotum and cock (which is how the ladies in massage parlors typically let you know that a hand job is available.)
But neither of those things happened. After so many heavenly minutes of her applying slow pressured slides to my cleft, and of her massaging the muscles of my taint, Sukanya excused herself to get hot towels to wipe me down. When she returned, she said, "Let me try this, first..." And the next thing I knew, there was a wonderful hot sliding wetness against my anus, rolling back and forth. Sukanya used the fingertips of her left hand to spread my butt cheeks further, which opened my rectum, and she dribbled hot, hot water inside me. I've been anally penetrated by masseuses' fingers and sex toys, but I can't imagine that anything could feel much better than this. It was like golden lightning licking my inner walls and prostate.
I gasped and asked her what she was using, and Sukanya showed me... she was stroking me with smooth hot stones and hot water, and letting the water trickle inside me. The stones and water felt almost as good on my hips and back, as in my cleft.
Hot towels followed, and she scrubbed me down.
Then Sukanya asked me to turn over. To my surprise, she did the "sheet held out" thing that keeps the masseuse from seeing the client's frontal nudity. Once I was on my back, she lowered the sheet and gave me a series of expert strokes to my arms, legs, chest, then my upper and lower belly (another area LMTs avoid), followed by more sliding wet hot stones to my belly.
At several moments, I thought I might cum just from the warm glows still in my ass and perineum, coupled with the sensations of her hands with stones stroking my lower belly. But if I had, that would have been awkward. I'd realized that if Sukanya had had any plans to stroke my cock, she would have done it by then, and asked me if I wanted a hand job. My rule is that I never ask... If it's going to happen, it has to be the lady's idea.
Remembering that I'd come close to losing it while she was working her magic on my hips and everything in my cleft, and realizing that Sukanya wasn't offering the usual sexual services, I apologized to her for letting my hips roll earlier in the massage. She just smiled sweetly and said, "That's very OK." She asked me about my lower back and hip pain, which felt oceans away, and I thanked her for all she'd done. Of course, once dressed and down the hall with her in her lobby, I included a generous tip with my payment to Sukanya. She didn't count the money, but as I was getting ready to leave, she opened her arms and pulled me into a long, sweet hug.
Needless to say, I know where I'll be going again when my lower back and hip pain gets out of hand. I'll have to head somewhere else if I want someone to stroke me to a climax; but when it comes to providing hip-focused, anal, and rectal pleasure, Sukanya is in a class by herself.