Enjoying A Massage

Needing a massage I found a tall, dark and wonderfully attractive masseur. I laid on my stomach as he massaged my back, his strong hands caressing my body as I drifted off. Slowly his hands were reaching lower as he slid his hands under the towel, squeezing my arse, spreading my cheeks and then up to my breasts. I wanted him to grab them. He manoeuvered me onto my back, his hands moving closer to my breasts, slowly touching them, squeezing, pulling at my nipples. I wanted, no, needed more. His hands lowered towards my aching pussy, firm fingers caressed, squeezed and explored me until I could take no more. I was on the brink of orgasm when suddenly I woke to find I was alone in the room - had I been dreaming?