I got a massage
I started talking to this guy on Tinder. He is a professional massage therapist. After chatting with him, I remembered that it's been many years since I got a massage and how therapeutic it was. It would also be my first massage after my bottom surgery. I asked him how much he would charge. He told me his normal rate but said he would massage me for free and it would be for fun for us.
We didn't specifically talk about my gender. I used emojis in my profile to allude to my gender, but not sure if he even noticed. In this case, since I am getting a massage, does it matter? I let him know I was very nervous. He told me he would be completely respectful and would give me a very relaxing session I would love.
With excitement and trepidation, I headed over to his place. He opened the door, wearing a white polo shirt and tan khakis. I thought he looked handsome. He was a perfect gentleman, showed me around, and offered me some water. I still had all my jitters so I sat there and talked with him for a while.
After I felt more comfortable with him, he told me to get undressed and get under the sheet. We started with me on my stomach with him massaging my neck first. After that he moved to my shoulders, back, glutes, legs, and calves. When he got to my legs, he did some stretches by pulling them wide horizontally. I felt very vulnerable but the stretches felt amazing.
I asked him what he loved most about his work. He made a joke and said "right now it felt pretty great". That made me laugh and put me at ease with him, knowing him not being turned off by my body. When he was massaging my inner thighs, I felt his fingers brushing against my private area. It felt accidental and intentional at the same time.
When he finished my back side, he asked me to turn over to be on my back. He stood behind my head while massaging my stomach. I opened my eyes and saw his chin not too far from my face. He noticed me looking at him, so leaned over and kissed me. I kissed him back. One thing led to another, he was going down on me. I was really nervous because at that point we never talked about me being post op. After that, he tried to initiate intercourse but I didn't feel comfortable doing that, so I stopped him.
As I was getting dressed, he took me to the other room with a view of the city. We sat on the couch and talked more. I got to hear more of his story and got to know him a little better. After I got home, he sent me text to make sure i got home safely and let me know he'd love to see me again soon.
For multiple reasons, I decided not to continue this connection, but I had a genuinely nice time with him, got a free therapeutic massage from a nice handsome man, and felt authentic and desired. I couldn't have asked for a better experience for my first massage post bottom surgery. This experience also made me realize another unexpected benefit of bottom surgery: freedom. I felt free to be living my life as a woman in an intimate context, not having to explain what I have, don't have, will have, plan to have. I just living my life as a woman.