Full Body Massage Experience with a New Client from Pallavaram
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I am a masseur. The enquiry came via Reddit on Saturday morning, just after ten.
I was still in bed when the message lit up my phone.
“Hi… saw your ad. Available today evening?”
I kept the replies short.
“Yes. 6 pm possible. 90 or 120?”
“120. Full body. And the other options.”
“Understood. Cash after. Send the address closer to the time. Everything stays private and only with clear consent.”
She sent the location a little after five. I packed what I needed and left.
At six I stood outside her appartment in a gated community looking exactly like a service engineer.
She opened the door. I stepped in, closed it quietly, and we sat in the living room.
For the next ten minutes we talked only about boundaries.
I went through the dos and don’ts carefully. What the session would include, what it would not. That she could stop or change anything at any second. We chose a simple safe word. I made sure she understood that nothing would happen without her saying yes in the moment, and that my arrival and departure would always look completely ordinary and professional.
Then I asked about clothing.
She was still in a loose t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms. She looked at me steadily and said, firm, “I’ll stay in a t-shirt and shorts. That’s how I want to begin.”
I nodded. “Of course. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
She went into the bedroom and came back a few minutes later in the same oversized t-shirt and knee-length cotton shorts. She led me inside. The curtains were already drawn. Soft light. The air smelled faintly of her soap.
I unfolded the towels on the bed and warmed a little cocoa butter between my palms. She lay down on her stomach, still in the t-shirt and shorts. I started with her shoulders and upper back, slow and steady, working through the fabric first so she could get used to my hands.
After a while her breathing deepened. The tension in her neck began to ease. When I asked if she wanted the t-shirt lifted a little higher, she paused, then whispered yes. I eased it up to the middle of her back. Later, when my palms reached the waistband of her shorts, she shifted and said, almost inaudibly, that they could come down a little. I waited. She confirmed. I slid them lower, carefully, stopping the moment she went quiet again.
Bit by bit the clothes moved. First the t-shirt higher, then off completely when she asked. The shorts followed, pushed down and finally removed when she gave another soft yes. Each time I paused, checked, and only continued when she was sure. By the time she was bare under the thin sheet, her body had relaxed into the mattress in a way it hadn’t at the start.
The rest of the session stayed within what we had agreed… but the space between us had already softened. Her skin under my hands felt warmer than it should have. Every long stroke down her back, across her hips, along the backs of her thighs carried a little more weight. When I leaned in to work deeper into her lower back, my chest brushed lightly against her side. Later, guiding her onto her back, my arm settled across her for a moment longer than necessary. Neither of us named the shift. We didn’t need to. The air simply thickened, and the distance between our bodies kept quietly shrinking.
When the two hours were almost over, she aske about the assisted shower.
I simply nodded.
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