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Hedonism in Ibiza. This was just for ME!
I had a wonderful time in Ibiza quite a few years ago; I had the best massage in my life. I stayed in an exclusive resort and the massage I received was outdoors, people were around but it was mostly private, with colorful curtains hanging all about, blowing in the wind. There was exotic music playing and the smell of delicious oils in the air.
The masseur had me lay on my stomach and untied the back of my bikini top and massaged me from my head, neck and shoulders to my feet and back up. Rubbing my thighs, he was sure to let his fingertips graze across my **. He slid my bikini bottoms down and off and continued to massage my buttocks, letting his fingers slide from my ** all the way up my crack, pausing at my ** to press a little harder. He moved his hands up to massage my back again, letting his hands run along my sides and teasing the sides of my **. He moved back down to my ** again, squeezing my cheeks and spreading me open. He slipped a ** into my ** and start licking my ** lips.
After I had at least one or two **, he nudged me to turn over and since my bikini top had been untied, I was now completely **. He massaged my temples, face and neck and upper chest, then moved down to thoroughly massage my arms and hands. Moving back behind my head, he put a cool cloth across my closed eyes and gave me a heavenly breast and ** massage, complete with sucking my ** deep in his mouth while flicking the tips with his tongue until I had another **.
Running his hands over my stomach and hips, he would slide his ** tips down to my hips and just the top of my ** lips. After massaging my feet and lower calves, he moved up to give my thighs a wonderful massage. Stretching my legs and running his fingers up the inside of my thighs to my ** lips.
Once he had finished my thighs he concentrated completely on my **. I'm not sure how many times I had ** from his marvelous fingers but the ways he touched me was magic. It felt both professional and personal, if that makes sense. He never spoke except when he had to, he just did what he had been trained to do and he was perfection.
As he was ** my ** with his fingers, his one thumb slipped into my **, and then he started licking and sucking my ** lips and ** until I was shaking and I must have had three or four ** (the joys of being multi-orgasmic!) He gently kept rubbing my ** lips as he licked and sucked my ** and ** again. Then he sprayed me down with the most fabulous cooling spray, asked if I wanted a blanket or anything and told me I could lay there as long as I needed and just let him know when I needed anything or my robe. I think I fell asleep for a little bit then he helped me up, put my robe on me and gave me a delicious drink.
This man's hands, fingers, mouth and tongue were amazing. I'm not sure what nationality he was; he had a strong accent, but I could not determine what it was, and he was very, very dark; almost blue-black. It was all very exotic and pure luxury.
Sadly, my travels have taken me many places but I haven't gotten back to Ibiza. I've had similar massages in other countries but nothing like that one! I will never, never, never forget that one! I wish America wasn't so ** hung up on telling adults what they can and cannot do or pay for.
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