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I stopped caring about those questions right away. I didn't think I could get any harder, but I was wrong. A little later she ran her hands up the backs of my legs and into the area just behind my balls. I was relieved, expecting a non-sexual massage. Her hands were very gentle and she used every light rhythmic sweeps with her hands. That didn't work at all.

She started across my shoulders and started working her way down my body. 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. She recommended that I get a one hour's 'Californian massage'-nothing more.

She traced the line from the top right down in behind my balls. I was impressed how uninhibited she really was. I'm new to Quebec and my French is pretty bad. The next day I called to book an appointment. Was she giving me a freebee? I didn't know how to say that in French. No towel. There would be no hiding. I didn't want to get into trouble. I was tempted, but was scared - mostly because I didn't know what I was supposed to do. She flutter stroked my penis with one hand while fondling my balls with the other. The masseuse seemed to know handjob stories what I liked.

I didn't know what to think. I wrote it down. It was electrifying.

I am not a touchy-feely kind of person. She began started with my shoulders then massaged my chest and down onto my abdomen. This is a very light and sensual massage and would be a whole new experience for me.

This included gently rubbing my bare buttocks. I flipped over and watched her face to see what her reaction was going to be. There was no mistaking that she had misunderstood me when she slid her hands up onto my penis and began cradling it. Sensing my inability to speak French well, she said in broken English, 'I give you very nice massage.

She smiled. I tried composing in my mind how I would apologize for being hard. When it was time to do my legs, she slid her hands flat against my hips, respectfully missing my penis. I took the earliest booking they had and asked to be wait-listed.

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All she said was 'Thirty dollars'. As soon as my erection was at its peak, squirted a goodly amount of lotion onto my penis and balls and began spreading it around. I figured she would drape one over me when I would later roll over onto my back. The massage was very nice.

I didn't think that masseuses were supposed to massage their customers' balls. I hesitated. After a few days, no one had cancelled and I really wanted the experience before my next meeting with my therapist. You must be logged in to post wall comments or like a story. I wondered if she would drape me with a strategically placed towel. If anything was relaxing, this certainly was it! This was not the reaction I was expecting.

I may not be Sherlock Holmes, but I knew exactly what she meant by that hand movement. She then closed the door leaving me all alone. I tried to will my erection away by defocusing on the sexual aspect of what she was doing and just accept it as part of the massage. It was now completely handjob stories. Moving back and forth between my lower back and upper legs, she lightly brushed a finger gently down the center of my ass.

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 knew I was hard. 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. That was the first clue that this woman was uninhibited and the reason for no modesty towel.

She worked her fingers up and down my entire penis began, coaxing me into an even harder erection. She was looking right at my penis. A few seconds later, she started massaging my shoulders. I apologized for being hard saying 'Desole' Sorry as I pointed down to my penis. This was unexpectedly nice. It was now the moment of truth. Three days before, Handjob stories passed by a 'Clinique Massotherapie' as they are called here in Quebec. Every time she brushed her hands behind my balls, I just got harder. Besides, it was really feeling good. I remembered the on the wall.

In broken English she asked, 'I do for you? I raised myself up on my elbows and met a very pretty mid-twenties woman with a nice slim build. It felt very sensuous and I concentrated on fully enjoying this new sensation. She then began to tickle my balls.

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Perhaps she was testing me. 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. The receptionist told me to take off my clothes and lay face down on the table. I'm working with a therapist to get over this. It was a cozy room with dim indirect lighting and soft new wave music playing in the background. I waved my hands to gesture 'No' and said 'Maybe handjob stories time'.

I wasn't prepared for this. I could only think of asking 'Combien? They said they could take me right away which was great because they're only five blocks away. I called the posted on the outside. I didn't think it was the right time to object. I was already naked and laying on my front when the door opened.

It was a small room, just barely big enough to have a massage table and perhaps only three feet of clearance all around. I started to feel an erection building. 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'. As she began, I realized that she hadn't draped a 'modesty' towel across my middle as I had heard that was the etiquette.

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After what seemed like an eternity of bliss, she whispered in my ear to turn over. It felt really nice. I thought extra services were only available from the seedy massage parlors downtown. Please or up free. I was concerned that the moment I turned over, she would see my erection and think I was crossing-the-line. In Up. We currently have stories with more being added every day.

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She did a quick trip back up to my shoulders and then back down again, this time making contact with my penis. Blame it on strict parents and a strict religious upbringing. I began to wonder if she had not understood me when I said 'Maybe next time'. I was enjoying this.