Yes, but with a twist.

“You’re so close… Do you want to come?”

I lay there, my whole body trembling, my pussy throbbing and unsatisfied, on the verge of orgasm – and I couldn’t come. Of course I wanted to. But Lukas wasn’t making it easy for me.

Lukas had withdrawn his hands and draped the towel over my lower body again. I lay on the lounger, my whole body trembling, my pussy throbbing and unsatisfied. The near-orgasm that Lukas had denied me still hung within me like a hot, painful tension. My nipples were rock-hard, my breathing shallow and irregular.

The men in the room applauded politely. Some nodded appreciatively.

Then Lukas asked the room, “Would anyone like to give it a go?”

He whispered to Lisa, “The bloke in the front row’s been staring between your legs the whole time.”

“Excuse me… might I perhaps have a go too? I’m a physiotherapist. I’d love to see the technique you’ve just used.”

The man was about 40, tall, athletic, with short dark hair and a calm, self-assured air. He was wearing a white bathrobe.

Lukas glanced briefly at me, then nodded.

“Of course. If Lisa agrees.”

I lay there, breathing heavily, my head feeling as if it were wrapped in cotton wool. The arousal had left me sluggish and listless. All I wanted was relief. Saying no felt too much of an effort at that moment.

I murmured quietly, almost tonelessly:

“...yes... it’s okay...”

That was enough.

The man stepped up to the massage table immediately. Lukas made room for him.

He poured fresh oil onto his hands and began exactly where Lukas had left off – on my inner thighs. His touch was professional, yet purposeful. He massaged the sensitive skin, spread my legs a little wider and slowly pushed the towel aside until my naked, swollen pussy lay exposed.

I was too sluggish to protest.

His fingers glided gently but firmly over my outer labia, then between them. He found my clitoris immediately and began to massage it in slow, circular movements. At the same time, a finger penetrated deep inside me, curved and hit exactly the spot that Lukas had denied me.

I moaned softly. My body reacted immediately – far too quickly.

The man worked calmly and with concentration. Two fingers were now fucking me slowly and deeply, whilst his thumb circled steadily over my clitoris. With his other hand, he massaged my left breast at the same time, kneading it gently, twirling the hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

I lay there, my eyes half-closed, the towel now only loosely draped over my stomach. My hips jerked involuntarily against his hand.

He whispered softly, audible only to me:

“You’re so close… just let it come.”

I couldn’t resist any longer. The orgasm that Lukas had denied me now burst out of me with full ****.

My body tensed. My pussy clenched spasmodically around his fingers. A long, stifled moan escaped me. My legs shook violently. A warm gush of moisture ran over his hand and dripped onto the massage table. The orgasm was intense and long – wave after wave washed over me, whilst he continued to massage calmly, prolonging the climax.

I came silently and violently, teeth clenched, hands clawing at the sheet.

When it was over, I lay there panting, my face red, my legs still slightly spread. The man slowly withdrew his fingers, discreetly wiped them clean and smiled professionally at the group.

“A very good physical response. The blood circulation is excellent.”

The men applauded quietly.

I lay there, breathing heavily, still trembling, and only now truly realised what had just happened.

A stranger had just brought me to orgasm in front of everyone else – and I’d let him, because I’d been too sluggish and too aroused to refuse.

Lukas stood a little way off and looked at me with a slight, knowing smile.

I closed my eyes and tried to catch my breath.