Massage parlor and spa for couples
Jaime was greeted by a relaxing aroma as he stepped into the hall ahead of Sarah. The massage parlor was located in what had once been a workshop, but had been completely transformed inside. While the outside had given Jaime reservations at first, the inside calmed all those fears. It was much more luxurious than it looked from the street, with marble floors and elegant furniture.
A small brunette woman stepped out from behind a curtain with a smile and a tray holding two glasses. She looked far too young to be the owner of the establishment, but she spoke with the confidence of an owner.
– You must be Mr. and Mrs. Spencer, have I written you down for a couple’s massage?
– That’s right, Jaime stated.
He turned to Sarah and smiled. One side of her lip curled into an unconvincing smile as she squeezed his hand in hers.
It’s been a stressful few days. Six months after they got married, they decided to pick up and move to the country to settle down and start over. What should have been an exciting new adventure was derailed by a cramped little Uhaul with tires that probably hadn’t been changed in years. At least the two who appeared on the trip hadn’t. A 15 hour drive turned into a 25 hour drive with no sleep and more fighting than Jaime and Sarah’s relationship had seen in the last 5 years combined.
Luckily, their new home was right next door to a “Couples Spa and Massage Parlor.” The little sign swinging on the porch was the only way to identify that it was indeed a business, and Jaime had to pay over the phone since there was no website. Despite the potential draft of booking a massage in an old house, the possibility had been like a ray of sunshine breaking through the dark stormy journey. Sarah finally agreed that it would be a great way to start her life in a new city.
– Fantastic, my name is Annabelle and I’m here to help if you need anything. We have most of your information from the time you made your appointment, but you will need to fill out these final forms before we begin. If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask!
Annabelle led Jaime and Sarah over to a two seater sofa off to the side and handed him glasses of what turned out to be lemon and cucumber water and a sheet each. He then disappeared behind the curtain he had originally emerged from, leaving Jaime and Sarah alone.
Jaime read the list of options you can check off. What kind of incense would you like in the room? Which scented massage oil would you like to use? What ambient soundtrack would you like to play in the background? Nothing to really care about. The only thing she wanted to make sure of was that she had a male masseuse. Moving that furniture and that box had left her legs incredibly stiff. He needed a strong hand to knead the knots. Unfortunately, he didn’t see a choice.
– Huh, he thought. I have to depend only on the available staff.
What he was able to decide was the focus area. It was also painful to sit on the couch, so it wasn’t much thought to write legs/thighs. Jaime then turned to Sarah who was staring intently at the sheet and ticking boxes very determinedly.
– Let’s be understood. I don’t really care about any of that stuff, so tell me what you’re up to and I’ll do the same.
“Okay, honey,” Sarah said without looking up. Once she was done, she handed the sheet to Jaime for him to copy. Lemongrass and lavender scent with an ocean beach soundtrack. Sounds good.
The relaxing atmosphere in the lobby was already soothing to Jaime and Sarah and they fell into a quiet conversation. Jaime could already feel any resentments that had built up on their journey fading away. Annable turned and collected the papers before leading them to a door they hadn’t noticed right next to the sofa. They hadn’t noticed because it was perfectly flush with the wall and had no handle.
Annabelle opened the door and led them into their massage room. The lights were off and it took a second for Jaime’s eyes to adjust. Even so, it was very dark and hard to see much. He could see that the room was much larger than he had expected. A huge oval with two tables in the middle. The soundtrack of the ocean waves was already playing, and Jaime could smell lemongrass and lavender from a speaker hidden somewhere. A man and a woman sat by the tables with their hands folded behind their backs.
– Sarah, your masseuse today is Simon. And Jaime, you will be served by Hannah. Please remove your clothes to your comfort level and place them behind the curtain.
Annabelle pointed to a curtain that was barely visible on the side.
– Then lie face down under the towel and Simon and Hannah will return to start.
– Damn, thought Jaime. It would have been great to relax my muscles.
Simon was large, taller than Jaime, with large arms and prominent pecs. His dark blond hair was tied in a bun at the back of his head and his polo shirt and shorts accentuated his muscles. But that thought was quickly put out of her mind as Hannah walked past her, following Annabelle.
He was about 1.60 m with similar colored hair that fell right between his shoulder blades. The first thing he noticed was her cute face, cute nose, and bright green eyes that were bright even in the dark room. The second thing he noticed was her short, pleated white skirt, which looked just a touch unprofessional, resting a few inches above her knee. She was loose, like a schoolgirl, so Jaime couldn’t see the curve behind her, but based on how toned her legs were, it was hard to imagine that a tighter skirt wouldn’t have shown off an even firmer bottom .
Up to the waist of her skirt was an equally white, much tighter polo shirt that threatened to come undone from the strain of her breasts. Jaime guessed that she was on the larger side of C and didn’t think she would have been able to close any buttons based on her breasts and the size of the shirt. She probably won’t be that bad, Jaime thought.
The unbuttoned top showed a hint of cleavage that Jaime couldn’t seem to tear his eyes away from. But when he did, he went straight to Hannah, who pierced him like a dagger. He felt his cock stiffen slightly as she smiled knowingly and he looked guiltily at Sarah. Luckily, his eyes were on Simon, so he hadn’t noticed any of the blushes, glares, or flinches that had come from Jaime.
Once the masseurs left, Sarah made her way to the curtain and immediately began undressing. First she pulled her top over her head and then started unbuttoning her bra. Jaime was enthralled for a moment, which only made him feel guilty for looking at Hannah.
His wife was gorgeous. Long brown hair and a tight body with well-defined abs. Her breasts weren’t as big as Hannah’s, but they were just as lovely. And when she stopped halfway across the room and bent down to pull down her leggings, Jaime couldn’t help but admire her hairless pussy between her straight legs and under her firm ass. It was dark and hard to tell, but she thought she saw a sheen of wetness from her pussy.
When he slowly stood up and glanced over his shoulder with a giggle, Jaime’s cock twitched again. He could tell he was a little excited about being empty in a room outside of their house and that in turn turned him on.
He undressed quickly as Sarah climbed onto her table and noticed that it was much harder than she had realized.
– Damn, he muttered to himself as he closed his eyes and breathed deeply in an attempt to soften his cock.
Sarah giggled again.
– I did this? she teased him as she lay on her massage table with the towel folded up and covering her bottom from mid-thigh to her lower back.
She was bent over on her forearms and her breasts were both pressed against the table and squeezed between her elbows. She pulled her hair back behind her ears, but let a part fall over her face.
When Jaime opened his eyes, any progress he had made was ruined when he saw Sarah’s smile through her hair and the cleavage she was showing. His cock instantly rose again and was now fully erect.
Sarah laughed as she threw her clothes behind the curtain and tried to sit on the table. His cock was hidden on his stomach and the table and it took him a second to find a comfortable position. Once he took a deep breath and looked straight down through the headrest, his cock began to settle. It actually got to a point where it actually felt good.
He reached out to grab Sarah’s hand, but they were more than two arm’s lengths away. This seemed a little odd for a couple’s massage, the distance between them, but Jaime dismissed it as a better use of space in such a large room.
The door made no noise as it opened, but soft footsteps could be heard coming towards the tables. Jaime took another deep breath to try to meditate to clear his arousal. It wouldn’t be good for Hannah to find an erection under the towel when it was time to return. His meditation was cut like a warm knife through butter when he felt a soft hand placed lightly on his lower back and Hannah whispered softly in his ear.
– I’ll start now, Mr. Spencer. Do you still want me to focus on your legs?
The warm breath on his ear gave him goosebumps and tingled from his neck to his cock. He adjusted slightly as he found his cock stiff once more.
– Yes… please… he muttered through concentrated breaths.
– Very good, sir. I’ll start briefly with your shoulders and back before spending most of my time down on your… lower body.
She trailed her hand from his lower back, over his shoulder blades, as she slowly walked to his right shoulder. Jaime heard her splash massaging the oil into her hands, then pushing it into his passage and down over his shoulder blade. He began to feel more relaxed and closed his eyes to enjoy the light but firm touch. He dozed briefly as Hannah massaged first his right shoulder, then his left and back.
When Hannah was done on both sides, she stepped around the table so she was standing right in front of Jaime’s head. She put both hands on his neck and started massaging the base of where his shoulders started. Jaime opened his eyes and saw Hannah’s white shoes right in front of him.
His eyes wandered up and he followed her toned legs to the hem of her skirt. Her mind wandered too and she began to wonder what panties Hannah was wearing. However, as soon as that thought entered his head, Hannah planted her hands on the back of his head and gently pushed him back into the headrest.
– Please keep your head down, sir, she whispered in his ear.
He must have lifted his head slightly as his eyes wandered.
– I’m sorry, he whispered.
Without another word, Hannah slid her hands from Jaimes neck to either side of his spine. Jaime didn’t fail to notice that when she reached the middle of his back, he felt her breasts press against his upper back and neck. Through her shirt he could feel her hard nipples pressing against him. Was she wearing a bra?
She moved her hands up to his neck and then back a little further each time. Jaime heard her exhale quietly as her breasts pushed further against the top of his shoulder blades. She was definitely not wearing a bra. And why were her nipples so hard? He felt them slide down his neck briefly as she stood up straight. Jaime couldn’t help but try to take a look to confirm. He tried to sit up, pretending to get more comfortable, but Hannah’s hands held his head down again.
“Sir, if you keep raising your head, I’ll have to restrain you,” Hannah whispered, her lips as close to his ear as possible without touching.
Jaime could tell he said that with a smile. That wasn’t a threat, it was flirting!
“I can’t seem to help myself,” Jaime said. Where did that come from?
Hannah giggled as she stood up and took a slight step forward. With a step forward, she spread her legs slightly beyond shoulder width. Her pelvis, and especially her pussy, was now resting on the back of Jaime’s neck.
“That should work fine,” she whispered loud enough for him to hear as she gently pinched his ear.
Jaime had a full erection at this point and took a deep breath. This time not to relax, but to smell the pussy. She smelled sweet like honey, even through her skirt and whatever underwear or lace she wore underneath. His penis ached in his stomach as it continued to get harder and harder.
Every time Hannah massaged her back, she rocked her hips, rubbing her pussy against Jaime’s head. She went down each time and finally had her fingertips lightly caressing her ass from the edge of the towel. Her breasts pushed hard against his shoulders and Hannah moaned quietly each time she settled her chest fully on him. Moans traveled through her breasts to his cock and to his head, where she swore his head vibrated enough to work Hannah’s clit like a vibrator.
This vibration loop felt like it lasted forever, but at the same time it ended way too soon. Hannah stepped back and walked around the table to his feet. She made sure not to lift her hand as it slowly slid over his ass and up to his thighs. That’s where his hand rested as he knelt down and lowered his head to Jaime’s level. He turned his head and looked straight into her eyes, which were less than a few inches away. He looked down and saw cleavage so deep and her nipples pushing so prominently against the fabric of her polo shirt that he could swear those were the upper edges of her visible areolas.
When she looked back, Hannah’s beautiful smile was framed by her side bangs that had fallen out of her ponytail.
– I know you wanted me to focus on your legs, so I’ll start with your lower body now, but I don’t want to take too much time before you come back. I think there are other areas that need my attention much more. Is OK?
Jaime had completely forgotten his pain and could think of nothing else to say but:
– It’s good.
Hannah smiled again and winked as she sat up and Jaime put his head back through the headrest. He heard the splash of oil again, then felt the pressure of Hannah’s hands just above the pits of his knees. She moved her hands firmly and wide, up, up, to the bottom of the towel. It didn’t take long before her hands went under the towel and caressed her ass no doubt. His testicles twitched as he let out a low moan. He heard another giggle from Hannah as her hands began to move in a more elliptical motion. Up on the hamstring and down the inner thigh.
Several times the tips of her fingers lightly touched his testicles as they turned and headed back down. Goosebumps covered her legs and Hannah took that as her cue to start using her nails to lightly scratch as she followed them down. Jaime’s cock began to ooze a little seminal fluid. Jaime began to grind his hips and cock against the table as Hannah’s fingers spent more and more under the towel.
When Hannah was done with both legs, she whispered in his ear again.
– Mr. Spencer, it’s time for you to go back now so I can finish you off.
Jaime froze. He was as hard as he had ever been and the head of his cock was probably glistening with semen… and he was about to turn around and show it to his masseuse. She wasn’t going to yell and kick him out, was she? It wasn’t all in his head, was it? He quickly ran through everything that had happened, but he already knew that Hannah hadn’t done anything explicitly to warrant it. But she had rubbed her pussy against his head, hadn’t she? Maybe it was a casual contact that he hadn’t even noticed? Same with the touch of her fingers to his testicles. But she wasn’t wearing a bra. Or wear? In fact, he had seen nothing. And damn, his wife was right next to him.
Jaime hadn’t even thought about Sarah in God knows how long and he was about to show her how hot this petite blonde with big breasts (almost the opposite of his wife) had made him.
– Sir? Hannah whispered, Are you awake?
He took a deep breath, swallowed, and rolled over with his eyes closed. He heard Hannah gasp and then let out a small giggle.
– Oh, she said to herself and giggled again.
Jaime painfully opened his eyes to see Hannah propped up with her legs straight, one elbow on the table and her eyes inches from his again.
– I’m glad you’re enjoying the massage, Mr. Spencer. I’ll be right back to work, we have quite a lot to do, she said with a smile and a playful look in her eyes.
She stood up again and Jaime noted that she DEFINITELY wasn’t wearing a bra. Her polo shirt had been unbuttoned some time earlier and a sliver of skin between her skirt and shirt was visible in the darkness.
– Ok, so it sure wasn’t in my head, Jaime thought.
He had been turned away for about 10 seconds and Sarah hadn’t said anything. He slowly turned his head with his breath held deep in his lungs to look at his wife. He breathed out a huge sigh of relief when he saw his wife lying on her back with a hand towel draped over her eyes. He hadn’t seen anything, thank God. It was then that Jaime noticed that Sarah’s towel was exactly the same as his. Starting at the upper thigh, just below the pussy and ending at the very bottom of the abdomen. That was all. Her breasts were fully exposed and her upper chest looked flushed, even in the dark. Jaime looked at Simon massaging Sarah’s feet, professionally focused only on his work.
He didn’t have time to think about it anymore because Hannah stood up and knelt down blocking Jaime’s view. She didn’t go down to his level, but stayed on her knees so that her breasts were inches from his eyes instead of her beautiful green. Her dark nipples visible through her polo shirt were just as piercing though.
– Mr. Spencer, now I’m going to cover your eyes with this towel.
Jaime nodded as he watched her breasts rise and fall with her deep, measured breaths, then shook as she giggled again. He looked up at her and she winked as she put the towel over his eyes.
Because he had seen Simon working on Sarah’s feet, Jaime assumed Hannah would do the same, but instead he heard her soft footsteps coming up next to his head. She began to rub his chest just as she had done his back. She pressed firmly over his pecs to his abdomen, never missing an opportunity to touch his nipples. He felt the hem of her t-shirt brush against his nose, and Jaime realized that if he didn’t have the towel over his eyes, he’d be able to see them under his t-shirt.
Without thinking, he quickly but forcefully shook his head and the towel fell from his eyes. It was just a glimpse, but he saw them up under her shirt and got a glimpse of her breast. The nipples are hard and pressed on the material. Hannah gasped and pulled back, a hand to her chest.
– Mr. Spencer! she said with mock aggression.
Like a teacher scolding a child who said something inappropriate but funny.
– Will I have to hold you again?
She knelt down and picked up the towel and placed it back over Jaime’s eyes. Not before slapping his cheek playfully and purposefully tucking his shirt back on.
Hannah’s hands moved back down her chest and to the edge of the towel. If Jaime’s penis had been in the same position as when he was on his stomach (pressed against his abdomen) Hannah’s fingers would have touched his head like they did his testicles 5 minutes earlier. But he was standing straight up and holding the towel long enough that the edge Hannah was touching barely touched his body. Jaime didn’t wait more than her first stretch to nod again and drop the towel.
Hannah, without suddenly pulling back this time, knelt down so that her breasts were pressed firmly against Jaime’s. He paused for a moment for Jaime to stick his tongue out and then slipped back into her, jiggling her breasts and rubbing them over his tongue. When she stood up, she looked down, meeting a huge smile on Jamie’s face with one of her own.
– What am I going to do with you? she whispered shyly. This towel obviously doesn’t stay put, so I’ll have to use something else.
She let out a small “hmmmm” as she stood with one finger tapping the corner of her mouth and the other arm holding her elbow up as it rested like a shelf under her breasts. Jaime couldn’t see them under the shirt, but he had a nice view of her nipples straining against the fabric as her breasts spilled over her arm. Hannah lit up as if a light bulb had gone off above her and looked back at Jaime with a cocked eyebrow. She then stepped forward and lifted her skirt over Jaime’s head.
Jaime gasped. Hannah was standing with her legs stretched out directly in front of him. The mystery of what panties she was wearing was instantly revealed as he stared straight at a shiny shaved pussy. Nothing was covering her wet slit which was practically dripping juice onto her inner thighs. Jaime gaped and gripped the table tightly, trying not to ejaculate then and there. The sweet smell of honey hit his nostrils hard and he inhaled deeply from that maddening scent. Hannah then rested her hands on his chest and bent her knees, pushing her pussy against his face.
She rocked back and forth as you pinched her nipples and let out small moans. Jaime stuck his tongue in her hole and lapped up as much of the juice as he could. Then he took his tongue out of her pussy and stuck his nose inside. He worked her clit with his tongue as he nuzzled her pussy. She rocked harder and harder until he closed his lips, sucked and swirled his tongue around her clit. She must have been just as excited and ready to blow the entire massage as he was because it didn’t take long for her legs to shake and then to wrap her thighs tightly around Jaime’s head. Her nails dug into his chest as she ran over his mouth and face, twitching and knees buckling as she rubbed her pussy and clit against his nose twice more. She slowly straightened her legs and paused for a moment, not immediately pulling away and revealing his face. Jaime could tell he was breathing heavily.
When he finally pulled away, he didn’t go straight back, but in the direction that kept Jaime from looking at Sarah. He was thankful, because he didn’t feel like looking at his wife right after he caused his masseuse to orgasm. He was also more turned on than he had ever been, and he had decided that he wasn’t going to say no to anything right now. Seeing his wife and then ejaculating on someone else’s hand was harder than covering his eyes.
When Hannah lifted her skirt over Jaime’s head, he saw her beautiful breasts in full force. She took off her shirt and was now wearing nothing but her pleated white skirt. They heaved up and down, her breath showing much more exposed than they had huddled under the tight polo. Hannah was rubbing and pinching her nipples enjoying her huge orgasm. She had a big smile on her face and her brow was still cocked.
She knelt down to pick up the towel and dropped her left nipple into Jaime’s mouth as she did so. He leaned in and nibbled for a second before she bent over, towel in hand. He didn’t punish himself by leaving the right nipple unmoistened. She lifted her right nipple in her hand and pulled Jaime’s mouth like she was nursing a baby. Jaime moaned quietly through her nipple and was met by a moan from Hannah. She removed her nipple and then gave Jaime another smile before placing the towel back over his eyes. This time, she pulled the ribbon where the ponytail had been tied and grabbed the towel. It definitely won’t fall this time.
He heard more splashes of oil as well as three quick steps from the head to the lower body. His cock twitched in anticipation. With the firm but soft touch she had used all session, one of Hannah’s hands gripped Jaime’s testicles while the other gripped the hammer. In one fluid motion, Hannah pumped Jaime’s cock three times while massaging his testicles. After what had happened in the last few minutes (or hours?), that was all it took for Jaime’s cock to explode with the strongest orgasm he had ever felt. His entire body tensed and the table creaked as he shuddered and discharged what must have been buckets of cum into the air.
Like rain, he felt his cum falling down his abdomen, thighs, and assumed Hanna’s hands as she continued to methodically pump his cock throughout his expulsion. As he felt his body relax and his breathing return to normal, he felt his grip on the table loosen. With how hard he ejaculated, he must have swallowed the table with his fingers. Hannah’s grip on his cock also loosened as she slowed her handjob and finally let go of his cock.
The next thing Jaime felt was a warm towel wiping his stomach and thighs during what was supposed to be the cleansing phase of the massage. Although it was the most exciting and biggest orgasm he had ever experienced, Jaime couldn’t help but feel dissatisfied. After so much foreplay, he received a short handjob.
Although it softened with the orgasm, his cock was still pointing straight up at the ceiling and he stiffened back into a rock hard erection as Hannah gently wiped his cock and testicles with the warm towel.
He heard another squeak, one a little louder than he had during his convulsive orgasm, but this one was coming from what sounded like Sarah’s table. Sighing, Jaime brought his hands to his eyes to remove his towel, but to his surprise he felt the gentle touch of Hannah’s hands himself.
– Mr. Spencer, I’m going to need you to hold onto this for our entire time today. You’re not done yet.
Her whisper sounded seductive as her wet lips crushed his ears as she spoke.
She pressed her lips around his earlobe and swirled her tongue around him in a way reminiscent of Jaime’s tongue around her clit, once again sending shivers down his body to his cock and the thought of what what could happen to (or in) his wife completely left his mind. Jaime smiled as he placed his hands by his side again and heard his footsteps slowly walk to the foot of the table, again spraying massage oil from the pump bottle.
He felt the table give slightly and flow slowly once more as Hannah’s body slid between his legs. Her breasts touched the head of his cock as they swung directly above his groin. Hannah took Jaime’s hands and gently placed them on the sides of each breast. Her breasts were large, but his hands were still large enough for his fingertips to cup her side breast and his palms to cover her nipples. It was his turn to massage them, and as he kneaded her soft flesh, he felt her nipples harden against the bottom of his palms. He heard her moan and felt her fingers digging into his thighs as she removed her hands from his.
She slowly lowered herself and slid Jaime’s cock between her breasts. He must have lubricated his cleavage with a lot of massage oil, because his cock slid easily into the tight crevice. It felt as firm and wet as the wettest pussy she had ever felt. Hannah didn’t move and allowed Jaime to work his cock with her breasts. He kneaded them together, lifted them up and down, sliding them over his cock, and finally held them still as he moved his hips. Damn Hannah’s huge breasts as she gripped his thighs, digging her nails into his legs. She moaned loud enough to vibrate his cock through her breasts, but not loud enough for anyone else to hear.
Jaime felt himself close to ejaculating again, and as he got closer, he began to writhe harder. So hard and deep that she felt his cock sticking out of the top of her cleavage. With the amount of oil lubricating his head and the semen dripping from it and mixing with the oil, the cold air of the massage parlor was harsh. And then suddenly it wasn’t the cold air where his cock came out, but the warm, wet oasis that was Hannah’s mouth.
Her tongue wrapped around the head of his cock and her lips sucked his cock as he let go of his breasts and she followed his hips to the table. Jaime stopped and it was Hannah’s turn to work his cock up and down. She cupped his testicles with one hand as she methodically moved her head up and down, coming down each time. Jaime felt his cock brush against the back of her neck and each tilt of her head pushed him deeper down. He sucked it gently each time, but didn’t slow down until Jaime shot his second load down his throat. He instinctively grabbed her head as she ejaculated and settled his hips against her lips, leaving lipstick around the base of his cock.
Sarah always hated it when he cum in her mouth because it meant he ejaculated prematurely during foreplay. But Jaime felt no pressure on his hands as he held Hannah’s head down and poured his cum down her throat. He actually felt pressure on his groin as she tried to take his cock as deep as physically possible.
She swallowed three times in quick succession, massaging the last trickles of cum from his cock, before letting go. He gasped for air as the blockage in his throat was finally released. She had been choking on Jaime’s cock for over a minute and her desperation for air showed.
– What was that? Jaime heard Sarah say through ragged breaths.
He heard a grunt from Simon, but was distracted by Hannah once more as she climbed fully onto the table and straddled Jaime. Her hand gripped his cock, still drenched in saliva from his throat, but clean of all cum. She swallowed every drop. He was softening after two huge orgasms, but Hannah massaged his balls and slowly pumped up and down using her spit as lubricant, brought him back again.
He couldn’t believe he could still be hard, but there he was, hard as a diamond again. Hannah laid her body against his, breasts to chest and abdomen to abdomen. She continued to slide his cock through her legs, but the head of his cock was now resting against the crack of her ass.
“We only have a few more minutes, Mr. Spencer, and I’m going to need you to cum one more time,” she whispered in his ear.
Jaime nodded and she giggled in his ear before kissing his cheek and standing up. She positioned his cock at the entrance of her pussy and slowly slid the length of it until it was completely buried inside her. To Jaime’s surprise, Hannah tore the towel from his eyes and planted her hands on his chest, pushing their breasts together and began bouncing up and down on his cock. His eyes focused on her and he saw pure ecstasy on her face, mouth agape, breathing heavily and eyes narrowed, eyebrows raised.
The skirt had been abandoned at some point, and her tight, bare, hairless body was grinding against him with a methodical rhythm that made his body shoot with electricity. His gaze briefly dropped from her face to her heaving breasts before his head turned to Sarah’s table.
He was greeted with the same expression of ecstasy and surprise that was evident on his own. Sarah and his eyes locked for what were obviously the first few seconds of release from the eyes. Simon was also completely naked and was having sex with Sarah at a furious pace. He was sitting at the foot of Sarah’s table, which had been the perfect height for him to pump his cock into. Sarah’s legs were over Simon’s shoulders and his muscles glistened as his hips slammed against her ass. The head of the cock never left her pussy, but his full 20cm shaft was moving in and out at the same pace as Hanna bounced up and down on Jaime’s cock (whose head also never felt the outside air). .
The look on each of Jaime and Sarah’s faces changed in rapid succession from surprise, to understanding, to excitement, and finally to pure ecstasy. With Jaime and Sarah’s eyes closed, Simon threw his head back and Hannah dug her nails into Jaime’s chest. Simon buried his cock one last time as deep as it could go and let out a deep, guttural scream into the ceiling. Hannah quickly slammed her bottom against Jaime’s hips, forcing his cock as deep as she could as she let out a high-pitched scream. Jaime and Sarah met their volume with screams of their own as all four of them ejaculated at the same time. They all stood still and silent, the only sound being their heavy breathing and the only movement being the rising and falling of their chests.
Hannah and Simon broke the quiet air by moving at the same time. Hannah knelt down, letting Jaime’s soft cock fall out of her pussy as Simon pulled out of Sarah. In one deft move, he picked Sarah up, laid her back on the table so her legs weren’t hanging off the edge, and leaned into her ear.
Hannah had leaned close to Jaime and whispered,
– Thank you for choosing Couples Massage & Spa. We hope you enjoyed your visit and we hope to see you again soon.
She kissed his cheek before standing up, giving him one last smile, gathering her clothes off the floor and following Simon out the door.
Jaime and Hannah sat in silence for a few seconds before looking at each other. The look on each of their faces was one of complete relief, relaxation and love. They smiled at each other, chuckled briefly, let out a mutual sigh, and helped each other get dressed before walking out of the massage parlor hand in hand.
