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[ ]I pulled by his feet, then went up by the shins, relaxing his calves preparing them to use later ultrasound. I kept going up, always with both hands parallel, tracing the muscles in all their ramification. He was lying serene, as if he were gone; until I reached his pubic area working on the internal rectum. He opened his eyes wide and didn't take his gaze off me for the rest of the session. When I got to the pectoral zone, I had to position myself behind his head and lean a bit so I could reach. Of course, it was inevitable that his eyes would fully insert themselves into my cleavage.
If we add my hands on his chest and shoulders with a light and enveloping massage, the poor guy couldn't control his excitement. From above, I had a privileged view, being his only and faithful witness to a slight erection. It was uncomfortable for me, those moments when you don't know what to say. I preferred to act dumb and change the atmosphere.
(I asked him to turn over to relax his neck, scapulae, and back)
He looked at me embarrassed, his erection didn't cease and began to get restless.
-Excuse me! This is the second time a woman has attended to me, but very differently from you: she was an old, fat, and ugly woman. And I always attended to Fernando Hurtado with him, that never happens to me ha ha
It's okay! Don't worry! Close your eyes and try to concentrate on the music like you did a few minutes ago.
-No better not! I'd rather see how you do it. “The massage, obvious” – he said in a soft and murmured tone
Well, as you want! Face down, you won't see much anyway. (I let out a chuckle) and kept working
The conversation turned very friendly, the usual; the patient talks and I listen. He told me he had broken up with his girlfriend and had been alone for several months.
Agricultural engineer by profession. He plays tennis and surfs when time and waves permit it. He casually frequents the same bowling alley as me; however, we hadn't seen each other, which is quite rare considering it's not a very big.
After relaxing my back and arms, I dedicated some minutes to her waist, with the pressure of my fingers on the sciatic nerve, she complained (I had made it hurt).
- Ufff that hurt a lot, Martina – (I explained that the sciatic nerve is located there and if it was painful, it meant it was inflamed, and if she wanted it to disappear, she would have to endure the pain)
- I never felt it before.
I explained that it's quite common for patients to be surprised by this discomfort during the session, and that if the area wasn't inflamed, it shouldn't hurt and my hands would feel like a soft and relaxing massage.
- Okay! I understand! Do what you have to do!
- Ok! I replied with a half-smile.
I worked on the area with a cream that gives almost magical results (the same one I used later on her twins) Those who suffer from sciatic pain and have had massage sessions know that glutes hurt; an area that needs to be massaged and massaged to relieve. When my fingers slid under the boxer shorts, it got complicated because they were stuck to his body.
- You can lower it a bit! It sounded more like an order than a question.
- Ojito! With what you're going to do with my tiny ass. He said making himself funny.
- Relax! Relax! I'll just do my job.
I applied a generous amount of anti-inflammatory gel and massaged in circular motion until its complete absorption to warm up the glutes, and of course; this massage is really pleasant.
The pelvis was solubilized due to the pleasure caused, perhaps he thought that a prostate massage was coming... but everything changed when I started applying pressure. It was a constant struggle between excitement and pain, too bad there wasn't a mirror in front for me to see his face at that moment…
As soon as I asked him to turn over. His gaze searched for something. direction of mine, I expected him to look at the suitcase, but far above my curiosity was my professionalism, which was my priority. I took a towel and covered it.
I turned on the ultra sound and worked on the lower part of his legs, first one and then the other, then went up in small sections until I reached the groin; danger zone, but it's part of the massage. Then to finish the work, I did it manually. I warmed my hands with a generous amount of oil and relaxed my fingers, then proceeded to use my entire hand, sinking my lubricated fingers onto the previously relaxed area.
His arms remained relaxed beside his body, but his hands couldn't contain themselves, squeezing and releasing his fists. The towel rose towards the sky while his tilted gaze remained on my cleavage. I continued ignoring his excitement until I finished the session.
- That felt very good, Martina! You have fabulous hands!
Now go slowly and you'll notice that the muscle has relaxed. It was inflamed; and logically produces a lot of pain.
As he dropped his towel to the floor, instead of bending down to pick it up, he remained admiring the massage with his member at half-mast.
Cover yourself and go to the dressing room while I wash my hands...
When I returned, he was still naked
Please! I'll lose my turn with the doctor!
- Ok, sorry! I had forgotten!
While getting dressed, I asked him if he wanted to repeat the session; to which he replied:
-Naturally! I can only do it at this hour, don't forget... I wouldn't miss it for anything in the world (he mentioned timidly)
I sketched a smile and went looking for my agenda to give him a new date. The same one had slipped out of sight on the floor, so I had to bend down; instead of trying to help me lift it, he was looking at my ass.
With the key in hand, I invited him to leave. Instead of leaving, he stayed and offered to drive me home. I accepted without hesitation, I was at... only five minutes left of my shift. Do you wait for me while I go to the bathroom? I told him holding back the urge to urinate… I took off my jacket, put on a muscular T-shirt and we left the cabinet. When he stopped in front of the consultation room, I approached to greet him and thank him for reaching out and the son of a slut ran his face, and the kiss ended on his mouth. I moved away from his face about an inch, looked at him and said: you'll suffer this in the next session... And what was his reaction? With a slight movement he grabbed my hand and to my surprise took me to his cock and said: and that's waiting for you! I got out of the car and entered the clinic, with that response in my head generating an endless number of sensations...
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[ ]I pulled by his feet, then went up by the shins, relaxing his calves preparing them to use later ultrasound. I kept going up, always with both hands parallel, tracing the muscles in all their ramification. He was lying serene, as if he were gone; until I reached his pubic area working on the internal rectum. He opened his eyes wide and didn't take his gaze off me for the rest of the session. When I got to the pectoral zone, I had to position myself behind his head and lean a bit so I could reach. Of course, it was inevitable that his eyes would fully insert themselves into my cleavage.
If we add my hands on his chest and shoulders with a light and enveloping massage, the poor guy couldn't control his excitement. From above, I had a privileged view, being his only and faithful witness to a slight erection. It was uncomfortable for me, those moments when you don't know what to say. I preferred to act dumb and change the atmosphere.
(I asked him to turn over to relax his neck, scapulae, and back)
He looked at me embarrassed, his erection didn't cease and began to get restless.
-Excuse me! This is the second time a woman has attended to me, but very differently from you: she was an old, fat, and ugly woman. And I always attended to Fernando Hurtado with him, that never happens to me ha ha
It's okay! Don't worry! Close your eyes and try to concentrate on the music like you did a few minutes ago.
-No better not! I'd rather see how you do it. “The massage, obvious” – he said in a soft and murmured tone
Well, as you want! Face down, you won't see much anyway. (I let out a chuckle) and kept working
The conversation turned very friendly, the usual; the patient talks and I listen. He told me he had broken up with his girlfriend and had been alone for several months.
Agricultural engineer by profession. He plays tennis and surfs when time and waves permit it. He casually frequents the same bowling alley as me; however, we hadn't seen each other, which is quite rare considering it's not a very big.
After relaxing my back and arms, I dedicated some minutes to her waist, with the pressure of my fingers on the sciatic nerve, she complained (I had made it hurt).
- Ufff that hurt a lot, Martina – (I explained that the sciatic nerve is located there and if it was painful, it meant it was inflamed, and if she wanted it to disappear, she would have to endure the pain)
- I never felt it before.
I explained that it's quite common for patients to be surprised by this discomfort during the session, and that if the area wasn't inflamed, it shouldn't hurt and my hands would feel like a soft and relaxing massage.
- Okay! I understand! Do what you have to do!
- Ok! I replied with a half-smile.
I worked on the area with a cream that gives almost magical results (the same one I used later on her twins) Those who suffer from sciatic pain and have had massage sessions know that glutes hurt; an area that needs to be massaged and massaged to relieve. When my fingers slid under the boxer shorts, it got complicated because they were stuck to his body.
- You can lower it a bit! It sounded more like an order than a question.
- Ojito! With what you're going to do with my tiny ass. He said making himself funny.
- Relax! Relax! I'll just do my job.
I applied a generous amount of anti-inflammatory gel and massaged in circular motion until its complete absorption to warm up the glutes, and of course; this massage is really pleasant.
The pelvis was solubilized due to the pleasure caused, perhaps he thought that a prostate massage was coming... but everything changed when I started applying pressure. It was a constant struggle between excitement and pain, too bad there wasn't a mirror in front for me to see his face at that moment…
As soon as I asked him to turn over. His gaze searched for something. direction of mine, I expected him to look at the suitcase, but far above my curiosity was my professionalism, which was my priority. I took a towel and covered it.
I turned on the ultra sound and worked on the lower part of his legs, first one and then the other, then went up in small sections until I reached the groin; danger zone, but it's part of the massage. Then to finish the work, I did it manually. I warmed my hands with a generous amount of oil and relaxed my fingers, then proceeded to use my entire hand, sinking my lubricated fingers onto the previously relaxed area.
His arms remained relaxed beside his body, but his hands couldn't contain themselves, squeezing and releasing his fists. The towel rose towards the sky while his tilted gaze remained on my cleavage. I continued ignoring his excitement until I finished the session.
- That felt very good, Martina! You have fabulous hands!
Now go slowly and you'll notice that the muscle has relaxed. It was inflamed; and logically produces a lot of pain.
As he dropped his towel to the floor, instead of bending down to pick it up, he remained admiring the massage with his member at half-mast.
Cover yourself and go to the dressing room while I wash my hands...
When I returned, he was still naked
Please! I'll lose my turn with the doctor!
- Ok, sorry! I had forgotten!
While getting dressed, I asked him if he wanted to repeat the session; to which he replied:
-Naturally! I can only do it at this hour, don't forget... I wouldn't miss it for anything in the world (he mentioned timidly)
I sketched a smile and went looking for my agenda to give him a new date. The same one had slipped out of sight on the floor, so I had to bend down; instead of trying to help me lift it, he was looking at my ass.
With the key in hand, I invited him to leave. Instead of leaving, he stayed and offered to drive me home. I accepted without hesitation, I was at... only five minutes left of my shift. Do you wait for me while I go to the bathroom? I told him holding back the urge to urinate… I took off my jacket, put on a muscular T-shirt and we left the cabinet. When he stopped in front of the consultation room, I approached to greet him and thank him for reaching out and the son of a slut ran his face, and the kiss ended on his mouth. I moved away from his face about an inch, looked at him and said: you'll suffer this in the next session... And what was his reaction? With a slight movement he grabbed my hand and to my surprise took me to his cock and said: and that's waiting for you! I got out of the car and entered the clinic, with that response in my head generating an endless number of sensations...
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