Regular massage?
Last Friday I decided to treat myself to a massage. It had been a very long time since I had a regular, therapeutic massage, and my neck was very tight. I found an ad for an erotic massage parlor that was located less than 5 minutes from my office. I called and made an appointment for that afternoon. I arrived at the salon, knocked on the door and was greeted by a very tall and voluptuous brunette wearing a sexy dress. To say she had a plunging neckline would be an understatement.
She led me upstairs to her massage room and told me to undress and she’d be right in. I looked around and there were anatomy charts and all the usual things you would expect to see at any massage studio. There was pleasant music and the table had a small towel for me to use. When I lay down, I was very pleased to find that the table was heated. . . I love it.
I covered my ass as best I could with the towel and took deep breaths to try and let my body relax. She came into the room and asked me what kind of pressure I like, I told her I like very firm and need a little more attention on my neck and upper back. Her technique was very good and exactly what I needed. She actually worked on my back and I felt it relax, my tension release. He worked my legs a bit and as he got up to my buttocks he removed the towel and worked my ass well with his elbow. I mentioned to her that a lot of people don’t do that and her simple response was
– That’s why I’m special.
From that moment on, we hardly spoke at all.
He worked my inner thighs and got very close to my testicles without touching them, I could feel them getting hard. When he finished my back, he told me to turn around and lower myself a little on the table. When I returned, she left (I assumed to get a towel) and returned with a pillow for her head. To my surprise, she didn’t cover my half-erect manhood and started working on my chest. She was at the head of the table so her huge breasts were almost in front of me as she worked on my chest and shoulders. By now I was rock hard and my cock was bobbing up and down as if to say “I’m here!” Then she went to the edge of the table and rubbed my stomach area, acting like she didn’t even notice my hard cock. As she came down and massaged my upper thighs, she touched my cock very lightly, so lightly I couldn’t tell if it was intentional or not. I smiled and let out a soft moan to let him know I approved.
To my disappointment she turned and walked to the other side of the room and I thought that meant the massage was over as our time was almost up. He had his back to me when he opened a cupboard, and when he turned, I saw that he had something in his hand. She walked over to the table and slowly picked up the bottle of lube and held it over my cock and didn’t say a word. He looked me straight in the eyes as if asking “do you want?” I nodded yes and she poured lube all over my cock and testicles.
He wrapped both of his hands around me and gently caressed me in a twisting motion that felt fantastic. I expressed my approval and she just smiled and said “that’s what makes me extra special” After a few minutes she continued to spank me with one hand while massaging my testicles with the other (damn I love that!) I was enjoying the moment and loving it, this girl really knew what she was doing.
She varied the speed of the movements and added more lube at least once. At one point she opened her mouth and put it right over the head of my cock and blew air on it.
He was teasing me and I liked it. I told him:
“Keep going”
And she answered me:
– I’m not so special today and it’s time you let go for me.
That was all I needed to hear, by then she had been caressing me for about 20 minutes and I just gave in. . . . I ejaculated 3 or 4 jets, it was really strong and it felt so good to be pampered like that.
She nodded her head in approval and slowly continued to stroke me, the tickling sensation driving me crazy. He chuckled as he wiped me off with a hot towel. He led me to the shower and gave me a fresh towel. At the exit I left him a nice tip. . . . .
This was an unexpected treat that came at the perfect time.
- First additional services
– Not here, surely not here, he thought?
– Should? she asked herself. He seems ready for it, and he must be rich if he came here and paid the tax.
“Do places like this offer ‘extra services?'” he wondered as her hand slid down the inside of his slightly parted thighs.
I can make it look random so he makes the first move, she thought, stopping her hand a few inches from where his genitals nestled against the wide massage table in the paper panties that all clients were required to wear. gates.
After agreeing that he wanted a fairly deep massage, “but a relaxing one,” he had said, they agreed that it would be a full body massage and that he would use a jasmine-scented oil.
After covering both of his legs with large, warm towels, she draped another over his shoulders and another over his back. He put the towels under his legs and under his body and explained:
– This will keep you warm and loosen your muscles.
The heat on his back felt good. Then he realized that the massage table also generates heat.
“It’s like an electric blanket,” she said, anticipating his question.
He lay there covered in towels as she rummaged through a cupboard behind him, laying out smaller towels, sprinkling jasmine smelling salts over others and heating the oil on a low flame.
“I’ll start with your shoulders,” she said, folding the towel in half, revealing only the right side of his back. Sitting by the table, hip level with his, she pours the warm, jasmine-scented oil over his shoulders. Her fingers gradually going deeper and deeper felt good.
– Obviously he knows what he’s doing, he thought.
After a few minutes, he finished the right side and covered it with the towel. She moved around the table to his left side and removed the towel from that side of his shoulders, laying it on the other side.
At the beauty school where she had been trained, she was told that only the parts of the body that needed to be bare in order to be massaged were to be exposed. She conscientiously followed her training, although, like the other masseuses who worked at the salon, she had moments when she broke some rules.
He was lying with his arms slightly bent at the elbows by his side. Taking a similar position where their hips were level, she repeated the massage on the left side.
The warmth of the table and towels, the warm jasmine-scented oil, and her fingers on his shoulders relaxed him and he surrendered to the massage. His mind was racing and he had some pretty naughty thoughts, but he rationalized them easily.
– What man wouldn’t get at least a little turned on in a small room with a rather attractive masseuse in her twenties, slender, with blonde hair? he said to himself.
She finished his shoulders and put the towel back over his shoulders. He felt the distant one, which covered him from his shoulder blades to his waist. She put the towel in the warming cabinet and poured the oil on his lower back.
She liked back massages because they gave a masseuse a chance to “open her shoulders”. They might go deep and use long, flowing hand strokes from the top of the client’s buttocks to the shoulder blades.
He had a little excess fat above his hips and behind his waist and she went deep into it. Leaning forward, one leg behind the other, she lifted her arms and upper body, her palms and the thicker parts at the base of her thumbs, digging deep into his well-toned muscles.
In one long stretch, her belly pressed against his elbow. He didn’t think about it, when things like this happen. He did though. He felt it and liked the touch of her soft belly on his elbow and forearm. Before he finished his back, it happened a few more times. It made him wonder if there was anything else, so he bent his arm even more, making the elbow stick out more.
She saw the movement as his elbow went over the edge of the table. She figured that might be a sign, so the next time she slid her hands forward, she let her belly rest against the white material in the front and stayed there for a moment or two.
– Damn, she’s ready, is that a sign? asked the forty-five year old currency trader.
Bending each leg in turn from the knee, she massaged his soles and toes. To do this he had to hold each one close to his chest and unbeknownst to him they almost touched his breasts a few times. He did however feel a shiver when he felt his toe touch the fabric of her white tunic. Then he worked his calf muscles.
Although his body was covered from the waist up and his knees were down and he was wearing blue, paper pants, he felt exposed and almost bare when she took the towel off the top of his legs.
Her hands sliding down his legs and inner thighs felt fantastic. That was both massage and erotic. His slick, oiled flesh offered no resistance to her hands, so they simply slid over her, her fingers digging deep into the large muscles. With each miracle up, he imagined that he was getting closer to the panties and what was inside them.
She had purposely slowed her hand movements from the rhythm, length and depth of the massage she had applied to his back. At the same time, she eased the pressure as she neared the hem of the blue panties and let her hands stop for a moment just inside the leg on either side.
He hadn’t given much and certainly nothing obvious. She saw, however, his hands gripping the table tighter, his legs parting a little and his eyes seeming to be held tighter, and she heard a low moan escape his mouth. All signs of possible arousal on his part, but nowhere near significant enough to tell him what he wanted to know. And certainly not enough to convince her to take the risk of sliding up and caressing his testicles.
He couldn’t be sure, but he could feel that her touch was easier and that when her hands reached their destination with each upward movement, they would pause for a moment before beginning the downward journey. Clues maybe, he thought, but not enough for him to risk the embarrassment of asking her to move on. Not that he ever went any further, but sometimes he wondered what it would be like.
The insides, backs, and outsides of his legs were done, and she had only one more thing to do before turning him over.
– I need to massage your hips, she said moving around the table so she was sitting next to them.
He didn’t know why he had to say that, but he grumbled back.
– Well OK.
She guessed the men found what she was about to do exciting because she knew she was going to do it, that she was going to do it very well in fact.
Gripping the hem of the blue paper panties with her hand, she slowly tore at the seam that ran up the outside.
– Damn it, he muttered to himself, feeling the underwear torn. He said it again as he felt her flexing his ass.
His panting and the fact that he was holding on to the table very tightly told her that he was no exception and that she did indeed find it arousing. Again, she wondered if he might be ready for more than just a massage, but was it worth the risk, she wondered?
She folded the paper more over his left buttock, exposing more of his bottom than was really necessary to massage his upper thigh and gluteal muscle around his hip bone. In doing so, she revealed just over half of his rather nice ass. She liked men’s funcds, and from her point of view, his was only good.
Pouring some oil on top of the mound, she saw it flow in all four directions. Some slid down the side of her hip, another trickled down the back of her leg, a little at her waist and more than she intended ran under her paper pants towards and probably into the crease between his buttocks. She knew very well that he would feel the warm oil in that channel.
– Damn it, he moaned to himself, feeling the oil drain into the fold of his ass. The feeling of her heat there and on his anus was gorgeous and he felt his cock quiver even more and begin to harden. He assumed she hadn’t done it on purpose, but he couldn’t help but think how interesting it would be if she was prepared for something like this, but that was just an illusion, wasn’t it?
He hadn’t seen her since he’d been lying on his face, and in his mind at least, she was getting more and more beautiful and sexier; he wondered how many buttons she had undone on that coat she was wearing. How big her breasts were and if he really saw them a little earlier.
– Damn it, he thought. This is getting embarrassing as it is getting hard on me and I will have to go back soon.
This had happened before, but luckily the masseuse had been discreet and hadn’t mentioned it.
She massaged both buttocks using a much lighter touch than on his legs and back. She went from just below his waist down until her hands slid over the tops of his legs and then in from his hip bones to the crease between his buttocks. It was covered by paper panties on both sides, but she got as close to the crack as she could without looking too obvious.
This was now her plan. Looking at his cute ass and seeing him squirm slightly, indicating that he was probably rearranging his genitals as the essential part would have grown, she had decided to continue, putting the ball firmly in his court. It was just too risky to say something like “you’d like extra” or do something extreme like touch his cock or testicles. But she could hint and hint and hint. She could do things that could make him question, yes, she could massage him more easily and get closer to those places.
– Would you like to go back now? She asked discreetly turning and holding the towel up so she couldn’t see his body as he stood up and turned around. As he did this, she undid one more button on the white coat, so there were now three undone, which was really quite a lot.
Covering him from neck to feet with towels, she positioned herself behind his head and began massaging his face and head. He knew from experience that this part of the body was particularly sensitive. Running her fingers through his thick hair, she used her nails to scratch his scalp and then her fingertips to gently and slowly rub it in small circles. The effect on him was electric. This, though it became even more extreme as she gently massaged his face. Her magical fingers lightly ran over his forehead, along his eyebrows and over his eyelids. They ran up and down his nose, around his chin and then to his lips. She knew she was pushing things a bit because there was no reason to touch a client’s mouth, but she slid her soft fingertips along his upper lip and then his lower.
He could hardly believe what was happening. The young woman’s fingers on his lips felt incredibly erotic. He had never felt anything like this before, the sensations were amazing and he moaned to himself as he felt his erection grow. Luckily, or so he thought, he was able to use his hand to rearrange himself without her seeing, but of course she noticed.
– It’s getting hard, she thought, thinking that something might finally happen.
She pushed things further and slid one of her fingers between his lips and touched his teeth. He rubbed her gums.
– Damn, that’s amazing, he thought as he opened his mouth slightly and pushed the tip of his tongue against her finger. He opened his eyes, but could see little of her other than her face, which was indeed more attractive than he had first thought. She had lovely lips and gorgeous, very blue eyes.
He thought he saw a smile on her face as she removed her finger from between his lips. Keeping eye contact with her as she leaned forward and rolled the towel down, he heard her say in what he thought was a rather husky tone:
– Now we do the neck and chest, okay?
“Oh yeah,” he mumbled as she started to massage his neck, but stopped. Leaning forward more so that a part of her body she knew was her stomach but he didn’t pressed against his head.
It was a wonderful feeling, just like the towel that rolled down his chest to his waist.
– Mmmmm what a nice chest, she thought looking longingly at his rather hairy pecs and the narrow band of dark hair that ran down past his waist and continued to his pubic area.
After pouring oil on the middle of his chest and stretching him, she slid her hands from his shoulders to his chest, coming to rest just above the towel and his waist. Doing this from behind his head meant she had to bend her body over his face, with that part between her waist and breasts pressing against his forehead, nose and chin.
To him, the feeling was sensational. The touch of her white tunic to his face as she first reached down was exciting enough, but when a few strokes later he felt the softness of her body through the garment, the sensation was excruciating and his arousal at an all time high. He knew he was getting hard, but he had no way to see how visible it was. However, she could see the long, thick outline under the towel.
– Boy, it’s big, she told herself.
Sensing no resistance or any sign of objection from him, she slowed the pace of her downward thrusts. As she did so, her belly and chest rested more against his face and she pressed more firmly. Also now, every time her hands slid down, she was touching the towel. Each time he moved a little, moving down his body, onto his abdomen and closer to where his erection would reveal itself. But it was too early for that, so he stopped and moved to the side of the table.
He didn’t know what to do. He was rock hard now and very aware of the bulge in the towel. It was obvious that she had seen him, but until now she had ignored him. Was this a sign that she was used to such events and would simply continue to ignore him? But she hadn’t said anything, she’d given him an amazingly erotic massage of his chest as she pressed her body against his face and her fingers slid under the towel, getting so close to the tip of his erection, but she didn’t say anything. Were there signs that she might offer more than he had ordered? Were there signs that she might get the happy ending she hadn’t had in mind when she came to the massage, but now wanted?
Taking the oil from the side, he glanced at it. He was quite handsome and had a good body. His eyes were closed, he was naked from the waist up and the bulge of his erection was so obvious and actually looked very attractive. Since breaking up with her boyfriend, she’s had little sex other than herself, and a situation like this inevitably got to her.
Part of her wanted to pull the towel off him, put her hand on his big cock and suck it. Another part, however, thought that they should end the massage, and the third part thought that they should continue to distribute suggestions and invitations to him and leave it up to him to accept or reject them.
“Now it’s time for the legs,” she said softly.
– How the hell am I going to take this? he wondered as she removed the towel that covered her legs from mid-thigh to her soles. She purposely didn’t replace the towel that was covering his chest, so he was just sitting there with the one around his middle, the one covering his cock, and yes, the one with the huge lump in it.
Standing almost at his hip, she took the unorthodox step of massaging his leg, as opposed to the more normal method of massaging toward his heart. But now he wasn’t planning on an intense massage. Not now, it would be easier, more comforting, and it would become an erotic massage, but still one she could back out of if she misread the signs.
And to make it even more tempting, she positioned her body close to where his hand rested on the edge of the table so that as she slid her hands over his thick muscles, her tunic touched the edge of his hand turned up. After several slow stretches, she felt his hand move as her leg was pushed forward, so now the pressure was stronger. That was because of course he’d felt the material on his hand and of course he’d moved it and of course he now felt the excitement every time she moved her upper leg just below the hip pressed completely by his hand. It was pretty damn brilliant and yet another hint that he might have more available, though he chalked it up to coincidence.
As she reached up, he had felt something, probably her wrist touching the towel, but what he didn’t know was that the towel had moved. The bottom had moved up her thighs so that it now covered only about eight inches of him.
She knew that if she got down to the foot of the table, she would be able to look down at the towel and at least see his testicles inside the paper panties.
Massaging the other leg, now became not much more than a caress. The massage became another bout of her foot pressing against his hand, but then he moved his hand He moved his hand so that now as she moved the back of her leg pressed against him. After this happened several times, he worked up the courage to first push back, then pinch the flesh on the back of her leg, and then move his hand so that his fingers slid under the hem of her dress and lightly between her legs They. Keeping his eyes tightly closed, he did it in a way that he could pull back and withdraw if she objected. To his amazement and delight, however, she did not object.
For her this was the final sign, the signal that he wanted more from her.
She stopped the massage and stood next to him without moving. His hand was partially under the hem of her tunic, on her upper thigh, about six to eight inches above her knee. That made him panic. He didn’t dare to look at her, so he kept his eyes closed but didn’t move his hand. Had he stopped to go tell someone what he was doing? Would they call the police?
She could see the obvious outline of his swollen erection. She looked good, and she had to admit, his hand on her bare leg felt good. How she mustered up the courage he had no idea, but he heard her say:
– I don’t think we need this anymore, do we? as she grabbed the towel and lifted it a little.
With incredible relief when he realized he wasn’t going to be arrested, he said:
– Not.
He looked down as he removed the towel and dropped it on the floor. He really had a nice big cock because the bulge in the paper panties was huge. It was much thicker than any she’d been with before and she wondered what it would feel like to ride inside her, not that it would today.
– So, she said looking from his bump to his eye and back a few times.
He didn’t answer, but kept his hand on her leg just below the hem of her tunic.
They were both still weighing things up. There was nothing wrong with him having an erection, though he slid his hand up her legs, though closer to her knee than her pussy, he forced things, but she hadn’t stopped him or complained. So he felt the situation was clear. From her perspective, it was a little different. The rules of the salon were clear. Masseuses were not supposed to allow touching, and total nudity of the client was prohibited. She had made both of them happen, but he came to terms with the idea, what could he do about it? Was she complaining that he “accidentally” slid his hand down her legs and the towel fell off when she had a full erection?
– So what? he replied moving his hand down the outside of her bare leg.
– Well, this is more about you than me? aa replied still following the company’s dictum of not offering anything extra.
He smiled because he felt relaxed now. Surely no fair masseuse would let him keep his hand on her leg while she moved the towel, looked at his full erection and said “so”.
He slowly slid his hand up the outside of her leg, inside the dress, lifting the hem. He reached just above her hip and found the fabric of her panties. She didn’t move as his hand went up because it was beautiful, she liked it and her heart began to race.
– It’s on, she thought looking straight into his eyes.
They both smiled.
It was time for both of them to move on.
They did what they thought was appropriate under the circumstances.
She reached out and placed her fingertips on the bulge on the inside of her pants and he reached out and grabbed the lapel of her coat he asked.
– Is this still open?
Gripping his cock through the paper, she smiled nervously and said in a squeaky tone.
– Should you take them out first?
– Yes, of course, he whispered wanting to show off his cock knowing that it was big and, as some said, beautiful.
Her heart was pounding as she watched this rather attractive and rather sexy man in his forties fly out of the rather ridiculous paper panties he had left on the floor. Seeing his long, thick, fully erect cock, he let out a squeal of excitement. It really was a gorgeous cock, she thought, and without making eye contact she said,
– There are buttons.
He got the message and just as she wrapped her fingers around his erection, he pulled his coat unbuttoned to his waist.
– Pull it for me, he breathed, looking perversely at her breasts in the white, almost transparent lace bra. The shadows of her areolas were quite visible and her nipples, which must have been hard, made wonderful indentations in the thin material of her bra cups.
As she began to rub his fabric slowly, with gentle strokes, it suddenly dawned on him that they hadn’t agreed on a price.
– You do realize that this is in addition to the price you paid, right?
As he groped his fingers inside the restraints of her bra and over her flesh, he realized she hadn’t talked about money before.
– How much does it cost? he asked.
– How much do you normally pay? She countered that she had never gone that far before.
– I don’t know, you’ve never done it?
– This?
– To stay?
– Seriously?
– No, so what’s the fee? he asked caressing her rather nice breasts.
– How much do you think he makes? she asked stroking his cock like it was an old friend.
– I’ll pay what you usually charge with a big tip, so what’s the usual?
Smiling she said.
– I don’t know, you’ve never done it?
– Damn, what a pair, he laughed.
– Aren’t we the only ones?
– So there’s no point in asking if you have a menu then?
– Not.
– Can I touch you?
Looking at him, she said:
– You already do, don’t you?
– Yes, I think I do.
She removed her hand from him and headed for the door. Although no one ever entered as it would be disrespectful to the clients, the masseuses were told to leave the doors unlocked for health and safety reasons, unless the client wanted it locked.
– Just in case, she said.
– Good idea, how much time do we have left?
– You reserved ninety minutes, so there are a little over twenty left.
“Mmmm good,” he said as she walked back to the table.
Gently touching his swollen cock, she asked.
– Would you like some oil on it?
– Yes, please, he replied leaving his arm off the bed and resting his hand on her leg just above the knee.
– But how about this? he asked reaching up and touching her left breast inside her bra.
– The bra?
– Yes, I thought it was coming off.
Feeling quite agitated, partly because of the chance of being caught, but mostly because of what she was doing, she answered hesitantly.
– I thought you would take it out.
– With pleasure, but first take off your coat.
She pulled the collar of her tunic back and, slipping her arms out, let the garment hang around her waist. Looks good. Turning, his heart pounding, he said:
– There it is.
Although over the years, being with his wife and other women he had been with, he was used to unbuttoning women’s bras, but now his fingers were shaking as he fumbled with the clasp. It took longer than it should have, but it was finally removed. She turned to face him again feeling even more agitated as her bra slipped so he could see her bare breasts.
– Damn they’re cute, he thought looking at her perfect B cup breasts with medium sized, deep pink areolas. She saw his eyes focused on them and knew he would be looking at her nipples. They were full and very prominent.
– They are really gorgeous.
Taking the bottle of warmed almond oil, she sprayed some on his erection and scrotum. He thought it was wonderful.
Keeping his left hand on the back of her leg near her bottom, he brought his right hand up her body and caressed her breasts; they felt nice. As she did this, she lifted his erection off his stomach and began to masturbate it.
– These are gorgeous, he whispered as he looked at them.
She smiled.
– That’s not too bad either, she muttered.
– I’m glad you approve, but calm down, go slowly, please.
– I’m sorry, she answered, realizing that she was in a bit of a hurry. Emotions.
– Be gentler next time, he said pinching her nipple. These are fantastic.
Choosing not to respond to the ‘next time’ remark, but wondering if there would be one and if it would be with him or someone else, she cradled his testicles in her hand and rolled them in her palm, as she knew from lovers earlier that it was interesting to men.
– Mmm, it’s wonderful, he sighed as the sensations ran through his entire body. Is beautiful?
– Yes, of course, she answered honestly.
Although she hadn’t done anything like this before as part of her job, she had imagined herself doing it. In doing so, she had thought she would find a stranger who would touch her, who would be disgusting and sordid. Funnily enough, it was happening now, but it wasn’t like that at all, and it wasn’t that different from when he did similar things with previous boyfriends. Even more surprising to her was that she found it exciting. His hand on her leg had made her shudder when he first put it there, and now as he caressed and rubbed her upper thigh, it was very arousing. What he was doing to her breasts and nipples she would have thought would have outraged her, but it didn’t and instead sent wonderful feelings through her. Besides, she had assumed that stroking a stranger’s erection would have been a massive disappointment to her. Again, she was wrong, as she added the feelings she felt from the touch of his handsome cock to the image before her of the naked, standing man and what he was doing to her, combined to be the exact opposite; a massive start. This worried her and she knew she would have to think deeply about it when she got home.
Holding his testicles in her left hand, she rubbed the fingertips of her right hand down the length of the back of his cock, over the tip and then to the front until they disappeared into his thick stubble of pubic hair. She repeated this several times, sending enormous waves of sexual stimulation through him.
He had similar thoughts to her. Often when he had been massaged he wondered if something was going to happen, but he hadn’t had the courage, even when he was in hotels in Sharme al Sheikh and Ibiza, to initiate anything. In his currency trading job, he was confident, but in other situations he was more reserved. Therefore, when he was being massaged, he had sometimes thought that the girl and once or twice the man were hinting or asking questions, but he had not had the courage to do anything. Whereas when he sat at the tables, he had regretted it, but afterwards he was generally satisfied. He was pretty sure that he would be very disappointed and that the masseuse or masseuse would simply jerk him off as quickly as possible and there would be no more heat or sensation in it. The fact that she was taking her time, being thoughtful, showing warmth and understanding was a massive and very pleasant surprise.
As was usually the case with him, at first he lacked confidence, but when it was quite clear that he had nothing to fear, his confidence grew and his inhibitions disappeared. So now, completely naked, extremely erect, with her topless and him caressing her breasts, he was ready for anything and wanted to push things.
He moved the hand caressing her breasts to her shoulder and tugged gently, urging her to lean forward. She understood what he was implying and the idea appealed to her, which annoyed her again because she felt she should object and not accept the idea that this stranger wanted to suck her nipples. She didn’t move for a few moments, which made him wonder if he had gone too far as she wondered. Then slowly and pleasantly towards him, maintaining eye contact, she leaned forward and offered her right breast to his mouth.
As he took her provocatively, her nipple prominent and very obviously swollen between her teeth, a small sigh of pleasure slipped from her mouth; it really felt good. She tried not to but couldn’t resist pushing her body forward a bit to increase the pressure on both nipple and breast. Now, almost unconsciously, he was holding his erection and rubbing it with long, slow strokes that sent sensations through him. Moving his head to transfer to her other breast, their faces came closer and his mouth was close to hers. Without thinking, as it seemed the most natural thing to do, he kissed her. That made her flinch because it was unexpected, but she quickly recovered and as his tongue pressed against her closed lips, she opened them and slid into his mouth. At the same time he slid his hand further up the back of her leg right onto her panty covered bottom. It felt good for both of them.
With her bent almost ninety degrees so that her breasts were pressed against his chest, they continued to kiss. To be able to continue rubbing him with long, slow strokes, she had to hold his cock almost vertical, which increased the pressure on him for him. He was approaching.
With the excitement of an impending orgasm approaching, any inhibitions he had had disappeared and his confidence was boosted even more. He moved his hand down from her shapely ass to the backs of her legs which were tight. He pressed them questioningly. Of course, she knew exactly what he wanted to do. Like the kiss, though, she resisted at first, but her need for satisfaction was now peaking, and that became more important than her pride. He continued to press where her thighs were pressed together and her resistance subsided. Her need now was to satisfy the huge desire that was surging through her body, and her pride quickly took second place. He slowly spread his legs. It felt amazing when he realized what he was doing. Reaching around her with his other hand, which he moved from her breasts, he pulled up the hem of the white dress so that it cinched around her waist with the top rolled down. Her panty covered bottom was exposed.
– No, no, he can’t do that, she told herself as she felt him tug at the elastic waistband of her white satin panties. He can’t take my panties off. She reached out and grabbed his wrist.
– No, don’t take them out.
– Don’t worry, I’m not taking them out, just let me pull lower, it will be easier.
Was thinking:
– What will be easier? He certainly doesn’t think I’m going to let him take it from me.
– We don’t have full sex, she told him, somewhat regretting that they won’t.
– No, of course, not just that, he said running his fingers along her well lubricated lips.
She was relieved by his safety, but more so she felt pangs of sexual agony as his fingers found her clit and began to rub it.
“I’m so close,” he moaned as those wonderful sensations flowed into his testicles.
Leaning over him so he could initially kiss her and finally suck her nipples, she was almost in front of him. It was difficult for her to massage him because his cock was behind her. Also, her position was awkward for his hand between her legs. Almost unconsciously, she turned her body and moved a little on the table so that her face was quite close to his erection. This made it easier for her to pump, but just as importantly, it opened up her private parts and made access to them easier.
– Damn, he’s not going to suck it, is he? he thought, rolling a little on his side so he could look down and reach her gorgeous ass and wet pussy. Caressing one of the beautifully rounded breasts with one hand, he ran his fingertips along her slit. Of course he wasn’t going to suck her, although the thought crossed his mind because he liked oral sex, but he continued to pump it in long, slow strokes.
“Oh shit,” he moaned, thrusting his cock harder into her hand as he pushed his three middle fingers inside her waiting and pumped them in and out.
– I’ll let go.
Her climax had been slowly building since he had first touched her. In fact, she had felt the first tremors as soon as he touched her breasts with his hand, it had built up when he was sucking on her nipples, and she had actually started to orgasm when he first touched her pussy. Now bent over her client, panties around her thighs, legs spread, back to him, hands over her ass and his fingers acting as a surrogate penis and rubbing her, the sensations began to overwhelm her.
– Oh, yes, yes, she moaned now frantically, almost pumping his cock.
– Do you have an orgasm? he asked reaching around her and cupping her breast.
– Yes, I have, it’s wonderful.
He was ready to ejaculate. The pressure in his cock was immense.
– Can I cum on your breasts?
– Yeah, ok, she moaned too far to object as his cock seemed to explode and shot more streams down her cleavage and over her right breast.
Her body trembled and collapsed on top of him.
– It was OK? he asked stroking her blonde hair.
– Yes, was it for you too? she replied looking around.
– It was awesome and a very happy ending indeed and deserves at least another hundred. Can I book for the same time next week please?
