A Doctor Need A Massage
I’m Nishant (Nish), male aged 30, from Bangalore/Bengaluru. I’m a software engineer by profession and working in an MNC and also an experienced masseur (providing massage) for females and couples. I travel across India to give massage to my clients. All the massages are done by me at the customer’s doorstep (home/hotel) at a very nominal cost. Mail your comments, feedbacks, enquires on [email protected]. Few people think my experiences are fake, etc etc. But I don’t have to prove anything to anybody. People who have taken the services from me know the truth, for which I am very happy. Have both fans and haters. No regrets. It’s all part and parcel of life. This happened couple of weeks back. The lady for whom I have massaged has written in her own words. Apologies, if the story is lengthy. I am Swathi, a doctor from Bengaluru. As and when I find time, I do read some stories on Indian Sex Stories. I read few of them, but didn’t feel it was genuine and was bored by reading the fake experiences. I can easily make out, if the story is true or posted just to get laid. When I decided to read one final story, I came across the post from Nish. The story was “An Experience to be Remembered” from there I read some of his stories. By the time, I read couple of stories, I realized I was wet down, my nipples had become stiff. Honestly, for me, these were few of the best stories which I had read. I had a smile on my face and giggled thinking about it. I Google searched him and found his facebook page. I sent him an email to appreciate his writing and enquire further about the massages which he offers. I was eagerly waiting for his reply on the same, unfortunately, there was no mails from him. The next morning, post my breakfast, I casually check my mail, yippee, there was his mail, written so precisely about the details which I had asked. I felt the elegance in him. We exchanged more mails and I asked him to talk over phone. He obliged. We spoke over phone for some time and realized, he was a nice person. I completely agree to what he had said in his other posts, if the person is genuine, she would never hesitate to prove it. We all know, how fake is this modern world. Our calls and texts and whatsapp went on for some more time. I felt safe and secure and we decided to meet in a mall which is convenient for both of us. I was very excited about the thought of we meeting the next day. The next day, I dressed in a saree (he loves to see women in saree), let my hair lose (he loves this too), wore a small bindi, blushed on seeing myself get ready like this. I was not so excited while my parents were looking a groom for me. I asked my driver to drive to the location where Nish & I were scheduled to meet. We both almost arrived at the same time. We both had not seen each other earlier, so was in constant touch over phone to ensure, both are meeting the right person. The next minute, we saw each other, smiled, shook our hand, walked together inside the mall. The mall was crowded, we went to the nearby pub, where we would have ample time to talk and nobody would bother about us. Me: My goodness Nish, I cannot believe we are meeting. Nish: You can touch me. You would feel it is real and not a dream. Me: (Honestly, I touched him), felt, it is real. We both smiled. We ordered a pitcher of beer and some snacks to go along with it. Me: Are you really a South Indian? Because, you look more like a North Indian. Nish: I am a pakka locality, pakka Bangalorean. pakka kannadiga. Me: You look so innocent too. Hard to believe, you are a masseur. Nish: Most of my clients have said that to me. Once they took massage from me, they stopped saying that. Me: I want to have a massage from you too. Waiting for it for a while now. I was staying alone, my husband is a doctor too, he was abroad. My kid studies in a boarding school. I was eager to get massaged by Nish on the very same day. Me: Nish, what are your plans post this meet? Nish: Have no plans so far. Nice to spend time with you. Me: How about we continue this at my place? Nish: That would be good. I would love to. Me: Can we have the session today? Nish: You can, but I have not got the oil needed for the massage. Me: We can buy it in the mall & then can proceed towards home. Nish: Rather than mall, there are couple of other shops where I buy, else most of the oils which I get are imported. Me: We can go there and buy them and later proceed to home. Nish: Should be good. We went to the shop and got the required stuffs. I informed my driver I would go home by cab along with my friends and since my car was due for service, I asked him to get it done and drop the vehicle the next evening. Nish & I went by cab to my place. I was further excited. He is really a nice person, he respected me, was friendly and moreover, a matured guy. I could easily bank on his trust, privacy and secrecy. The drive to my home took just about 20mins, which I felt was a long time. Once home, we both got refreshed one after the other and started our next round of booze, which continued for nearly an hour. Together, we arranged everything needed for the massage, rose petals spread across the bed, aromatic candles, soft music, oil, towels, etc. The atmosphere was romantic which made me further exited. We both saw into each other’s eyes came near, he grabbed me by my hips, this was my first kiss to a guy other than my husband. It was a passionate one. We sat on the bed, steadily he removed my saree and made me more comfortable by massaging my shoulder and helping me relax. I was completely ready to submit myself to him. Nish slowly removed my blouse; followed by the petticoat; then the bra and finally the panty. There I was completely naked. Me: Not fair, I am naked, you are completely dressed. Nish: You can help me out (winked) I removed his clothings and made him naked. His tool was hard. I caressed it. By the time I was about to suck it, Nish: You can continue this later.