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Saturday, April 21, 2012

My story of wife massage

Today I am writing my Pakistani sex stories of wife massage here.She was from Lahore and her name was Deeba. She was a mature woman in her mid 40's and it was obvious she had been very attractive in the past. She still was, and her only tribute to the aging process was long black hair that was interlaced with some gray. I never saw her with make-up, only in spa bathrobe, but I'm sure she was just like the hot woman of Luxury hotels in Europe.I met Deeba at the back entrance to the ladies luxury resorts in the elite class area of Lahore and escorted her to massage therapy class room down the hall.We entered the darkened room, her first and I asked her to disrobe, place her robe on the hook behind the door and place herself face down on the massage table.I stepped out of the room to give her some privacy.Then I knocked lightly and entered the massage therapy class room to start my Pakistani sex stories of wife massage.

Deeba had followed my instructions which I learned through online classes and I explained her that I wanted her to enjoy the massage and if anything makes her uncomfortable she had to tell me. She murmured something in response and I began her massage.Years ago when I was in job market, I had decided to start my female massage clients face down, on their stomach, because I found women relax better if they aren't on their back and a strange man is looking at them and touching them. It seemed easier for them to relax, and they were more involved in the massage by the time I turned them over on their backs.I was not a masseur who just gives massage like technical schools and ask their customer to pay the bill and go.I prefer friendship come massage.

Deeba responded to my touch very well. She was quiet and somewhat introverted, but I felt that she was experiencing a lot pleasure during the massage. I began slowly, with a couple of long, deep strokes extending from her shoulders down her spine to her buttocks -- then back up to her shoulders. She moaned inaudibly and I could feel her lower back arch slightly, elevating her firm buttocks. I continued the steady, kneading motions, working my way down her back to her buttocks.

When I arrived at Deeba's buttocks during the Pakistani sex session, I spread her legs slightly and draped her in a kind of diaper fashion with the drape towel. That way, one butt cheek was exposed, but her pubic area was covered. After thoroughly kneading the buttock with my hands, getting the feel of the flesh and muscle, I used my forearm, leaning over her and sliding the forearm from her buttock down her thigh to the place a bit above the point where the knee bends. Then I brought my forearm back up her thigh and dug it gently into her buttock, applying pressure to the hip as my forearm came up over her round butt. Finishing the left side, I moved to the right and repeated the process.She was enjoying this fine arts like a baby shower of Pakistani sex.

Moving down her hips, I took plenty of time working the thighs and buttocks, gently pulling the muscles in a way that spreads the lips of her vagina, ever so slightly. My heart raced when I did that, because the towel moved slightly, revealing her vagina. As I peeked, I could feel the cum dripping from my hard cock and my breath was coming faster.After working Deeba's upper thighs I traveled down those shapely legs to her's calves and feet. I slowly kneaded those sensitive calf muscles, finishing her *back half* with several long, sensual strokes up the back of her legs decorating her nicely,similar to the ones I'd began the massage with.

The long strokes up the back of the legs are a favorite massage technique of mine. The move is very pleasurable and I've found that many Pakistani women (and men) become aroused by that long slow, steady pressure on their legs. Deeba certainly was enjoying the massage and it was time to turn her over to work on her front half. I began on her neck, cradling her head in my hands, then working the muscles of her neck and shoulders with my strong fingers. I worked her arms and hands paying special attention to her fingers, then placed her arm alongside her head, as if she were reaching for something over her head. I slowly ran the palm of my hand up the side of her torso, feeling the curve of her ribs and the round softness of her breast. After duplicating the moves on her left side, I worked my way to her stomach and gently and firmly manipulated her stomach muscles.

Deeba was enjoying the massage and although she wasn't making any overt signs of wanting me to be more sensual, I felt she wanted me to go further. By this time, my erection was dripping and throbbing, but I refrained from touching her with it. I have learned through the years that there are less problems with massage if I focus on the pleasure of the client, rather than my own. It's also very erotic for me because the eroticism of the situation keeps increasing. After massaging her stomach and lower abdomen, I traveled the fleshy journey down to her legs, once again focusing on those thigh muscles which were so well developed from exercise and proper diet and weight loss plan.

As I continued to knead and manipulate her legs, her pelvis began to twitch slightly, then more pronounced. Her face revealed nothing, she was entirely self-contained, without any sort of As I stroked up her legs, her pelvis would arch to meet my hands, as if she were trying to pull my hands closer to her Pakistani sex spot. I kept up the pressure and the movements and she kept responding. I stroked closer to her *mons veneris* and Deeba's hips arched higher. I stroked closer and closer until my thumbs were sliding over the swollen lips of her vagina and she was arching her hips, raising her buttocks several inches off the table.Meanwhile,I touched my erect tool with deeba's vagina walls for Pakistani sex.

Suddenly, silently during this Pakistani sex ,her orgasm began. It surged up through her resort vacation and those lean, strong hips and thighs bucked and jerked, then settled back onto the table and were still. It was a powerful orgasm that started deep in her loins and abdomen, coming into the open from somewhere deep in her physical and mental unconscious.Strangely, I felt honored that she had shared such a powerful sensation with me. It had been a fascinating experience although I received no physical gratification.We finished the massage and Deeba said nothing -- nor did I. There was nothing to say. We didn't know each other, only some sensual, passionate side of ourselves had become acquainted with one another. There was no talk of: *"I'll see you again"*, or any sort acknowledgment of friendship. I stepped out of the room, Deeba put her robe on and I walked her back to the ladies side of the spa.Hope you like my wife massage story of Pakistani sex.

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