Revisiting my massage profession

Hi everyone, this is Krish from Bangalore. I am writing this story based on personal experiences that I have had in my own life.

Before I start, if you’re looking for some overflowing, lusty screenplay, let me give you a heads up to skip. My writing will showcase the natural flow of emotions and personal needs in daily routine.

Back in 2010-2011, I was a freelance massage therapist. I learned massaging techniques from a spa and worked with them for four months. After that, I started working on my own with the rapport I had built with my clients, whom I met at the spa. I don’t know if it’s an unspoken rule, but all male clients seemed to ask only for a female masseur, and all female clients asked for only a male masseur.

With the rapport I had built, I got around 20 female clients, and I personally thank them here. With the money I earned by providing services to them, I paid my post-graduation fees for my MBA. So, basically, I did a part-time masseur job only for the money to afford my education.

After my MBA, I stopped my job, and all my clients moved out to different places. Last month, in April 2025, I met one of my old clients in a hotel while dining with my team for an office outing. She was surprised to see me and excited that I reside in Bangalore.

We exchanged contact details, and the very next day, she contacted me for my masseur services. She was one of my high-paying clients, so I agreed and went to her place on Saturday morning at 11 am. She was a single woman nearing her 40s, in a high-paying role in the IT industry. She was alone, so she had all her liberty, and answered the door wearing just an oversized shirt that covered half her thighs and panties. She had just woken up on my visit.

She sank into her sofa, ordered food, told me to collect it, and went to brush and refresh. By the time she returned, I had made coffee for us and gotten the food delivery. I reminded her not to have heavy food because she would have to lie on her tummy during the massage. She ate and told me to follow her to her bedroom. I turned on the AC, closed the screens, took out the towels and gingelly oil.

She observed me and laughed subtly, saying, “Your traditional methods haven’t changed.”

(Because gingelly oil or coconut oil has the natural ability to heal our bodies and provide relief. If you visit any ayurvedic treatment center in Kerala, they use base coconut or gingelly oil with herbs extracts added. I must say that was a genius technique followed traditionally till date.)

She removed everything she had worn and stood nude in front of me, asking if I wanted her to lie on her tummy or back. I had massaged her body multiple times back in 2010-11, so we both had that perfect, comfy zone among us. I replied, “Lie on your tummy, and let me begin.”

She lay down and said, “Begin your magic. I want to let out all my work stress and get complete relief.”

I had my complete self-control despite seeing a 38DD woman lying stark naked before me. If you people want her stats, here they are: 38-34-38. She had put on some weight, but her beauty hadn’t reduced in a decade.

I poured oil on my palm and began with her shoulders and neck. She let out an audible gasp… “Hmmmm… That’s all, buddy?”

I began with circular motions with my fingers and palm on her shoulders, neck, then armpits, and hands. After about 20 minutes, I moved down the spine, massaging her back and hips, followed by her pelvic bones. I added pressure and reduced pressure on muscles and bone areas.

My hands were sliding on her smooth skin, and she just enjoyed every minute, moaning “Mmmmm” again and again. She was plump and dusky, but her skin started to glow with oil. I continued to massage her pelvic bone, back, moving to her fluffy buttocks. Then I slid my palm inside her ass crack. She giggled and said it was nice.

Slowly, I poured oil on her thighs, backside, till her toes. I started giving full pressure to give full relief to her leg muscles. She shouted, “Ouch, slowly, man.”

I moved my hands in a ring and cupping motion in each part of her leg till her toes. I was observing her flesh on her ass and thighs was shaking and dancing.

I asked her to turn and lie on her back now. I just admired her beauty for a few seconds – 38DD boobs, fluffy tummy, cute belly, her camel toes, chubby thighs. She giggled and asked, “You’re gazing as if you’re seeing me for the first time. You’ve seen me nude at least 30 times in the past. Get back to work… fun is later.”

I just nodded, saying, “Yes, ma’am.”

I poured oil on her boobs till her navel. I started pressing, fondling, massaging her boobs till her tummy. It was a beautiful scene to see them slipping out of my hands like jelly. I continued for at least 30 minutes from her neck to her camel toes, covering her hips, armpits. She told me to play with her nipples for some time. I cupped her boobs, tossed her nipples with my fingers. She was really turned on.

I moved down to her legs, poured oil, and did the same from her thighs to her toes with all ring and circular motions, giving proper relief. Finally, I expanded her legs, poured oil on her vagina, and started rubbing with my side palm slowly and steadily for five minutes. She urged and said, “Move in, man.”

Then I massaged her clitoris with one hand and started fingering her with the other hand.

She reached orgasm in a few minutes, and it was like a dam flooding. She liked continued fingering after her climax, so I did, and stopped after 10 minutes when she told me to.

She asked for my hand to sit straight and gave a satisfactory smile, stating, “Next time, I’m sitting on your face.”

She took a bath while I waited, washing my hands. She came out with a robe, paid me double my charges, and told me it should continue regularly. I left with a happy note.

Any woman needing a professional massage service can contact me at [email protected].