Sports injuries are common for me but this one was something else. It was in my thigh muscle and it was a real stickler.
Everything I did I tried wouldn’t make it go, the pain was worse when I worked out, and not being able to work out really made me mad.
I told my friends about my injury, and everyone was concerned for me, they knew how much I loved working out, I am a big guy, and I compete in body-building competitions too, and having an injury can be devastating.
One of my friends came over to me later on that day and told me that she was a fully qualified masseuse. I had no idea she was qualified in this field and she wanted to see if she could do anything to help relieve the tension in my thigh.
I was willing to try anything at this point and so we set up the date and she came to my place with her massage table and a whole bag full of oils, lotions, towels, and other nice-smelling products. I was wearing some boxers under my towel and as she dimmed the lights and lit her candles, her voice becoming softer she told me that the best massages are always done fully naked.
I joked around, asking if we would both be naked, but she shook her head and she was serious about me being unclothed whilst she was wearing her straight-laced white massage therapist uniform. I have to admit she looked hot in it, I had always found her attractive, her slim figure, full lips, and big round eyes, and this uniform cradled her body and made her slender hips and round bosoms really stand out. I didn’t want to get a boner with her hands all over me, especially with my injury being so close to my cock but I was desperate to be fixed and so I began undressing and lay flat on her massage table, completely naked whilst she wandered around setting up her oils, fully clothed.
I tried to cover my cock with my hands at first but she told me to close my eyes and relax, moving my hands to one side and I watched her eyes as she glanced at my bulge and then back to her lotions again.
My cock twitched, she was hot and I am laying here completely naked in a dimly lit room with the smell of sandalwood permeating the air, I was starting to feel super relaxed despite the nakedness. Slowly she grabbed a bottle of oil, it smelt of lavender and she trickled it across my injured leg, it was warm and the sensation made me tingle with arousal.
She took her small hands and began rubbing them into my skin, using her fingers to get deep into the tissue, getting out all of the knots in the muscles in my legs, she told me she had to work her way up to my thigh, taking her time on my joints, her fingers prodding and darting in between my tired and aching muscles, she was really good at this.
Slowly she made her way up to my sore thigh, she knew instantly where the problem was and began kneading away at my injury, her small fingers sinking into my skin delightfully.
I was acutely aware that I was completely naked as her fingers brushed against my sensitive inner thigh, I felt myself growing hard and the closer that she got to my cock the harder it was to stop the sensations. I closed my eyes and tried to focus on anything but this moment but then she suddenly said in her quiet, calm voice:
“Don’t worry about it, just relax”.
I sighed softly, relieved, and did as she said, letting my boner grow as she massaged my injured thigh. I glanced at her and she was looking at my body, her eyes focused on my cock as it rested hard towards my belly button.
Her fingers pulled the skin on my inner thigh, pulling it back and forth and in one swift movement her knuckle grazed my cock, we looked at each other but she continued. My leg was so oily and slippery, it could have been an honest mistake.
She moved from my thighs, standing behind me as her hands massaged my torso, her breasts against my head, her small fingers dancing magically around my chest, making every knot and tension just melt out of me, my eyes closed as she got closer to my belly button, her fingers laced with relaxing oil and in one swift moment, she brushed the head of my cock with her fingertip. She didn’t look at me this time, she continued rubbing my body, making her way down my arms before moving to my other naked leg. Her ass looked so good in her tight white uniform, as my cock grew more impatient I wondered so desperately what she looked like under that professional attire.
She moved onto my other thigh, doing the same thing she did with the injured one, coating it in slippery, beautiful-smelling dark oils and rubbing it in, ensuring her fingertips got under the tissue and around my aching muscles. As I lay there, feeling her fingers on my inner thigh, I felt her graze my cock with her knuckle again, my cock twitched involuntarily and I glanced at her, she was looking at it as she massaged me, biting her lip discreetly.
“You have a great body”, she said a few moments later.
“Thanks, it’s hard work”, I told her, trying to distract myself from how turned on I was.
As her fingers pressed hard into my calf, making me let out a little groan of relief she said:
“I don’t see any other injuries other than the one on your left leg, it is going to need some more attention though, so maybe I could come back tomorrow?”, she asked inquisitively in her soft angelic voice.
I agreed instantly, not only was she great at her job but I had never been so desperate for someone to touch my cock and I was about to go and masturbate the rest of the day away.
