Beautiful masseuse gives client a surprise boner massage

So there I was, face down on the table, trying to relax into the pressure of her palms, but the whole massage client boner situation was already starting to brew before she even touched my lower back. She was all professional at first, working out the knots in my shoulders with this firm, rhythmic pressure, and I was honestly just trying to keep my breathing steady. But then her hands started to drift, sliding down the sides of my hips, and I felt the air shift in the room as her fingers inched dangerously close to the towel. I could hear her breath catch, a little hitch that told me she knew exactly what she was doing, and when her fingertips brushed against the edge, I was already hard, a thick, needy presence pressing up against the thin fabric. She didn’t pull back though; instead, she let her nails trail along the outline, feeling the heat radiating off me, and with a soft laugh that vibrated right through my spine, she whispered, Looks like you need a little extra attention down here, before sliding her hand fully under the towel to grip me, stroking me with that same expert rhythm she used on my muscles, turning the whole session into a slick, dirty masterpiece of hands-on release.