This massage story randomly featured on my quora feed while I was reading. This story is about a female taking a massage from a male therapist in Mumbai. So basically this is a male to female massage. It’s quite popular along with the traditional female to male massage available everywhere.

The masseur’s name is Tarang Banerjee and he seems to be quite famous among females.

So, this is it. Go on and read what’s her experience.

A Random Massage Story From Mumbai (A Male Therapist Giving Massage to Female Client)

After getting a lot of positive reviews from everyone, I happen to book a small massage session from Tarang Banerjee.

I had to wait for a week before he came. He has a lot of bookings and if you book him, you will have to prepare for a delay as he is very busy.

The Aroma of the Male Masseur

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He does have a peculiar aroma emitting from his body, its fresh, sort of manly, and arousing. It is not from any brand perfume, that is what I can tell because I work at a perfume research lab and we know a scent by its smell. His aroma is quite exceptional.

Anyways, back to the actual massage experience.

His Hands Were Gentle

After the initial briefings, he made me sit in some weird yoga pose. In my mind it was like what’s heppening. But his fingers slowly came over my neck. The mangalsutra I was wearing was causing a bit of hindrance to his massage.

He asked me if I would remove it. Unlike other Indian ladies, I am free from any prejudice and I willingly unhooked that from my neck. Tarang took it from me and carefully put it on the bedside desk.

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He could then massage my throat and the neck region without any obstruction. After this, Tarang took my right palm in his hand and gently rubbed it with his palm. Then he individually massaged each of my fingers.

I Kinda Liked Him

He was doing everything with such great care that I had a great feeling of liking from within. Tarang repeated the same things with my left palm. He was all the time talking and joking and helped in making the atmosphere easy.

The next item of massage was surely my hands. He removed all my bangles from my hand. Even the “sankha” and “pala” were off my hands. He then rubbed my hands with force, sometimes pressing and kneading.

The AC Was 17 Degree Still, I Was Feeling Hot

I could sense that my blood flow was increasing and I was feeling hot, even though the ceiling fan was revolving right above my head and the AC was showing 17 degrees.

He continued to massage my hands up to the elbows for some more time. My blouse was covering the rest of my hands. When his fingers moved above my elbows, he softly whispered in my ears in his deep husky voice to remove my blouse.

….and the Moment Came

I was under this tension for a long time before my massage, when the moment came, I was so much engrossed in the massage that I didn’t hesitate to remove it.

Tarang helped unbuttoned the blouse from the front and take it out of my hands. I had my undergarments inside and I covered the exposed parts of my back with the pallu of my sari.

Tarang’s fingers could now freely move above my elbows, right up to my shoulder joints and armpits. He was saying that my hands were too soft and massaged them with greater strength and energy.

I was having increased blood circulation and wanted him to continue the massage in this manly way. He then rubbed my shoulders and uncovered my pallu to the extent that he could completely massage the upper area of my back.

He Asked Me “How Was I Feeling”

I admitted that the massage was bringing great comforts to me. He was surely doing a great job. While he was massaging my back and especially my pain region, it suddenly felt that all my pain had suddenly gone.

It was just incredible. I was deeply engrossed and didn’t even bother to protest, as his fingers unhook my b*a strap at the back. GOD!! I was never prepared for this. He slowly removed my b*a, and I tried to protect my b**bs with my sari.

It was all like a dream state.