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DISCLAIMER: Don't read if you're under eighteen, or if the laws in your very repressive jurisdiction would suggest that you not read smutty stories such as this one.

For me, getting a professional massage has always been a sexually arousing experience. I guess it's easy to see why -- there I am, naked on a table save for a small towel while a member of the opposite sex rubs oil all over my skin.
I've been getting massages on a regular basis for a while now, usually once a month or so. I regularly go to the local school of massage, where they let their advanced students give massages every Wednesday and Saturday.
I go there, rather than to another massage parlor, for two reasons. One, it's cheaper, about half the going rate for an hourly massage. And two, because they are still students, the therapists-to-be are almost always young women, usually in their early 20s. What can I say -- if a woman is going to be touching my naked body, I'd rather it be a young one!!
An unavoidable consequence of these sessions, at least three-quarters of the time, is Mr. Happy's unannounced presence. Like I said before, it's a sensual experience.
Usually when I'm on my stomach, the arousal is fairly mild, although I do greatly enjoy having my buttocks oiled up and massaged. But it's when I'm lying on my back, towel over my lap, that things really get interesting.
By state law, massage therapists have to keep the actual genitals covered throughout the session. They'll move the towel to the side a little bit to massage the upper thighs, usually bunching the towel in a couple layers on top of my groin. Inevitably, there's a little bit of incidental contact -- sometimes just the edge of the towel brushing my testicles as she rearranges it, or (if I'm lucky) the barest brush of skin on skin if her fingers get too close to the edge of my balls or the base of my cock.
As you might imagine, my cock tends to spring to life from these ministrations, creating what must be an apparent bulge in the towel. I guess that aspiring therapists are taught to ignore it, because no one has ever left the room or scolded me for being a pervert during what is clearly a non-sexual massage.
Since the fronts of the legs are about the last body part to be massaged, when the therapist leaves the room to allow me to get dressed, more often than not I'm left with a raging hard-on. So, I do what any red-blooded male would -- I literally take matters into my own hands, sometimes using a bit of the massage oil left behind. The massage therapists always tell me to relax and take my time getting dressed; they think the massage is so relaxing, I might not be able to stand up right away. Well, I usually do take 5 or 10 minutes by myself in there to relax, just not in the way they think!!
Anyway, I went to the student clinic on a recent Wednesday morning for my 11:00 appointment. I was running a few minutes late, so they had the room all set up for me. My therapist today was a young woman I hadn't seen before; she introduced herself as Ashley as she led me to the room. I glanced her up and down as she opened the door -- early 20s, "girl next door" looks, about 5'2", long blonde hair down to near her ass, and what seemed to be a very nice bod under the white scrubs she was wearing.
"You've been here before?" she asked me in a heavy Southern accent that I found adorable. When I responded yes, she smiled a killer smile and said, "Great. Just get undressed and lie on your stomach with the towel covering your butt, and I'll be back in a few."
I followed her instructions, folding my clothes and setting them on a chair. It was always somewhat awkward to climb onto the table and cover my ass with the small towel, but I managed to do so. Just before Ashley came back in the room, I reached underneath myself to rearrange my dick into a more comfortable position -- the mere sight and sound of Ashley had already started things happening.
After she came back into the room, we made a little chit-chat as she started oiling up my back. I don't usually like to talk much during a massage, it sort of inhibits the relaxation. But Ashley's voice was so entrancing, I didn't mind.
Slowly though, the pace of our conversation slowed, and I really began to focus on the feel of her hands on my body. She had strong hands, deceptively strong for her petite stature. She kneaded my back, working deep to get at the muscles below. When she reached the top of the towel at my tailbone, she flipped it over and folded it back, exposing the top of my ass cheeks, and continued the massage.
She next moved onto my legs, starting at my calves, and I felt my aches just melting away. She worked the oil into my skin with long, firm strokes, moving up my left leg. She folded the towel over to the crack of my ass, completely exposing my left cheek, and worked in long strokes from my ankle all the way up to my waist. It felt heavenly, and I moaned softly, a combination of contentment and building excitement.
After repeating the process on my other leg, she covered my rear completely with the towel and said it was time for me to flip over. As therapists usually do, she stood at one side of the table and held the edge of the towel, intending to hold it in place as I rotated to my back.
Normally, I turn over facing away from the therapist, to avoid giving them a direct look at my cock and balls. But, for some reason, I was feeling an exhibitionist streak that day, so I turned towards Ashley, my semi-stiff cock completely visible if she had happened to glance downward.
She continued the massage on my chest and shoulders, and I felt twinges each time her hands passed over one of my nipples. She then moved her hands lower, massaging my stomach, and coming dangerously close (in my mind, at least), to the top of the towel. It felt like my almost fully erect cock was just an inch or so below the edge of the towel.
Ashley moved around to the side of the table again and folded the towel over to expose the front side of my right hip. In doing so, she piled the excess fabric directly on top of my cock, and I felt it harden fuller from the indirect contact.
She finished my right leg and moved over to the other side of the table, leaving the right side of my pelvis uncovered. She did the same to the left side, exposing my hip and bunching the fabric up in the middle. So, I was in effect wearing the terrycloth equivalent of a "banana hammock" as she worked on my left leg.
Ashley's hands moved in smooth strokes up my leg, her right hand dropping over to massage my inner thigh. With each stroke, she came high enough up my leg to brush against the towel, which in turned slid against my tightening balls and the base of my prick.
I gasped softly the first time I felt it. Ashley paused. "Does this hurt? Are you sore?"
"No no, it's fine," I said, and she resumed her stroking, each time causing the towel to rub against my aching balls. My dick was a steel rod at this point, and I felt a peculiar coolness underneath my testicles. "Are my balls completely exposed?" I wondered. Without sitting up and looking, or putting my hand down there, there was no way to tell.
A few minutes later, Ashley said she was finished and asked how I felt. "Wonderful," I said, while I was thinking "horny as hell!"
She smiled. "Does that mean you'll give me a good recommendation?" The student clinic had each client fill out a feedback form on their student therapist following a session.
I said that I definitely would, and would ask for her next time I came in. She thanked me, and left the room so I could get dressed to leave.
Of course, I had other things on my mind.
As soon as Ashley closed the door behind her, I sat up and looked down at my lap. The towel was still bunched up in the middle where she had left it, and sure enough, the bottom sides of my testicles were completely visible, the towel pushed up past them. The fact that she had been able to see made my cock throb even harder.
I pulled the towel off my dick and reached over to the small shelf next to the table. Grabbing the bottle of coconut massage oil that Ashley had used, I squeezed a glob into my right hand and spread it over my cock. I moaned as I stroked the oil in, the lubrication adding to the arousal I was already feeling.
I was imagining what Ashley looked like without those scrubs on as I stroked up and down and got closer to orgasm. I had just moved the small towel next to my hip to help catch the mess when I heard a "tap tap" on the door and the door started to open!
"Shit" I thought to myself as I threw the towel over my cock, still firmly grasped in my other hand. "I'm not quite ready," I stammered, but by that time Ashley had already entered the room, her eyes wide. She was holding the evaluation form in her hand.
Neither one of us said anything for a second or two, she standing at the door, me with my cock in my hand under a towel. Finally, she spoke up. "I have this form for you, I'll wait 'til you're dressed and give it to you." With that, she backed out the door and closed it behind her. "Oh, OK, I'll be right out," I said, embarrassed.
"Damn!" I muttered. Had she seen me stroking my cock? It all happened so fast, I wasn't sure if she had actually seen me masturbating or not. Either way, I figured it was quite obvious what I was doing. Would she call the cops? Would I be banned from the clinic for good? I doubted they had an official policy on masturbating clients, but it didn't seem likely they would encourage that sort of thing.
Forgetting about my pressing need for the moment, I threw the towel off, climbed off the table and started to get dressed. I had my boxers back on, and was zipping up my jeans when the "tap tap" came on the door and Ashley entered the room again, a blush covering her cheeks.
"Ashley, I'll be out in a minute," I said, humiliated and annoyed. Humiliated because of what she had seen, annoyed that she couldn't even give me like 90 seconds to get dressed after she saw me.
She smiled and closed the door. "Well, if you need another few minutes or so in here, that would be OK too," she said, her blush deepening.
I had been pulling my shirt down over my head, and looked her in the eye. "Ashley, what are you saying?"
"I'm saying, if you need a few more minutes in here to finish....relaxing....I can make sure you're not disturbed again," she said, turning the lock on the doorknob. "That is, as long as I can stay and supervise."
My jaw dropped open. I had been with more than a few women; strangely, I had never masturbated in front of one. Was that really what Ashley was asking me to do?
I had to be sure. "Ashley, are you saying that I should....do what I was doing when you walked in before? With you here watching?"
She nodded and sat down in the side chair, facing the massage table and on the opposite side of it from me.
My cock, which had deflated significantly from the surprise and embarrassment, was livening up again in my pants from the thought of this beautiful young girl watching me get off. "What the hell," I thought, and quickly pulled off the clothes I had just put back on.
Naked again, I climbed back onto the bed, my cock stiff. I began stroking it again, watching Ashley's reaction. Her eyes were wide, and her cheeks still red. I wondered if how much sexual experience she had...I doubted she had ever seen a guy wank off before, as her eyes were completely glued to my hand pistoning up and down on my rod. Her eyes on my cock turned me on even more, and my pace quickened.
As the lubricating effect dissipated, I reached behind me with my left hand for the massage oil but accidentally knocked it onto the floor. Ashley got up from her seat to pick it up, and I removed my right hand from my cock for her to squeeze out a portion of the oil. Before she did so, I put my hand on her wrist to stop her. "Unless...you want to do it," I said, hoping against hope.
Her eyes got even wider, her cheeks redder, and to my surprise, she nodded.
She came around to the right side of the table and squeezed a generous amount of oil into her right palm. Rubbing her hands together to warm the oil, just like she had during the massage earlier. She then brought her right hand down to my cock.
She was tentative at first, then encouraged by my moans of pleasure, she stroked harder. Her wonderfully strong and agile hand surrounded my cock, the oil allowing her to glide easily over it. She rubbed with long and hard strokes, just like she had earlier. I opened my eyes to look down at what she was doing. Her hand moved in a blur over my cock, from base to tip. Her eyes were still directly focused on it.
I was getting close, so close to blessed release, when she took her still-oily left hand and began to gently touch my balls, stroking them gently, the massage oil helping her fingers slide over my tightening sack.
That did it. "Ohhhh....ohhhh geeezzz...." I said, my hips bucking off the table as the orgasm started. Thick wads of semen shot out forcefully, landing on my chest and on the table, past my shoulders. "Ohhh...ohhhh" I continued, incoherently.
Unlike some girls, who want to let go of your cock as soon as the first eruption occurs, Ashley continued stroking hard, prolonging my orgasm. I experienced seven or eight individual spurts as she worked my dick.
Finally, the orgasm subsided, and I relaxed. Ashley's hand was still tightly wrapped around my cock, and she looked at me. "See, you came in here to get relaxed, right?"
I nodded weakly. "Well," she said, "Now you are completely relaxed. Next time, don't worry about doing it yourself -- just be sure to ask for me, I'll take good care of you," she said, winking.
Who was I to argue??

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