She was n't really for certain about this solid massage thing ... After all the thought of someone touching her ... rubbing her ? No thanks ... But her friends has all put in to get her this massage and it would be kind of insulting to them if she threw it back in their facial expression by refusing to go after they had paid for it.

'' Besides ... '' she thought to herself `` they did say that the masseuse was hot ''

She headed into the massage living room and was greeted by the rather dowdy receptionist at the front end desk.

'' Hmmmm .... not a good omen '' she muttered under her breathing place. She provided the gift certificate that her protagonist had given her when prompted and was informed that the masseuse was still with his last client and would be out in a few minutes.

She idled away the time nervously paging through an out-of-date cartridge clip while she waited for her masseuse to complete with his last client. Finely a sweaty looking woman appeared from down the manor hall and headed out the front threshold, swiftly followed by what she assumed was some sort of Hellenic god, a statue of a man chiseled out of the eminent quality Stone by a headmaster craftsman. She was so enamored with him that she almost missed him calling her name a secondment metre. She blushed and quickly stood up to didder his hand in greeting. He indicated that she should adopt him down the hall and she did so.

The massage way was lowly but intimate, blasphemous bulwark and some accouterment made the space tactile property prophylactic and comforting. The masseuse instructed her that she should disrobe, and although she was quite indisputable that he meant all the way, she stripped down to her bra and panties, firmly leaving them on, which earned her a raised eyebrow but no comment. At his bidding she lay down on the massage table, lying boldness down. He started at her metrical unit, gently caressing her calf and massaging her skin with some sort of mineral oil that left her skin feeling streamlined and smooth. She closed her eyes as he worked and lost track of clip, enveloped by the calm way and the notion of his house, muscular mitt caressing her body.

She was a little shocked when he started to knead her ass, cupping and kneading her face gently but firmly. She still had some coverage, since she was still wearing her skimpy Shirley Temple Black panties, and she supposed that this is what her friends had paid for after all, but she was starting to get aroused by the overly familiar contact. His hired hand slipped down turn down, kneading her pep pill thighs and treading dangerously close to her pussy. She could palpate herself starting to get wet and secretly urged his hands to queer the miniscule aloofness and slip inside her. She was surprised at the turn that her mentation had taken, she knew it had been awhile since she had been laid but that did n't really describe for how horny she was. She was still musing to herself when she felt the tip of his finger caress the outer sassing of her vagina, tentatively at first, and then more insistent when she failed to notice on his presence. She spread her legs a little, giving him serious access. She silently cursed herself, certainly that she had just imagined his fingers, and that she would look like an idiot spreading her legs for him like a horny schoolgirl with a press. She felt him silently slip aside the flimsy piece of cotton that shielded her genitals from him, exposing the lips of her pussycat to his gaze. She bit her lip and shuddered with barely controlled desire as he slipped a digit inside of her, the moisture from her arousal providing copious lubrication for the intruding digit.

With the expert acquisition that you would expect from individual who touched people professionally the slender finger isolated her g-spot and quickly brought her to a silent coming. She knew without having to be told that if she were to make any noise that could be heard in the waiting room all inter-group communication would cease. She bit her lip as he manipulated her pussycat to take her to a rapid 2nd climax. None of the fumbling boys that she had been with sexually before this moment held a candle to this man she had just met. Her hips bucked involuntarily as he slipped a 2d finger into her slipperiness hole. She bit her lip savagely to prevent a cry from betraying the illicit contact that was occurring between them.

She felt his hand graze her back and realized that with deft fingers he had undone her bra shoulder strap ( something her last boyfriend had struggled mightily to do every time they fucked ). She obligingly freed herself from the garment before raising her hips to tempt him to give up her of her early one. She quickly shed the cotton pantie and watched as they fell to the level beside the sleep of her wearable. She realized with a sudden moment of clarity that she was now completely exposed in movement of a alien for the inaugural time in her life, not counting her doctor, since she had always insisted on wearing a bra or panties or something when she had fooled around with her ex 's. But this stranger had stripped her of her clothing with the Same sum of skill that he had used to bring her to orgasm so swiftly. She bit her lip nervously when she heard the sound of a zipper being unmake and realized that he was likely going to postulate advantage of her willingly shedding her garments.

She bit her lip again as she felt the atmospheric pressure from the tip of his cock press against the lips of her slit. His cock was so much bigger than the early men she had been with and she grimaced from the mixture of pleasance and pain sensation as the monolithic member stretched her twat. She was fortunate that he had been so thorough in his seduction as her pussy was well lubricated, which helped his cock sloping trough inside of her. She felt his balls slap against her pussy as his thrust hit home. She moaned quietly as her started his assault on her snatch. He pulled her to the boundary of the tabular array, helping him to get a better position so that he could sustain the leverage to fuck her. Her body was slick with the oils that he had used earlier in the massage and she slid easily across the small tabular array. He fucked her with the constituency of a metronome, slamming into her cunt in perfect time. One of his hands slid over her oiled dead body up to cup her breast, mauling the slippery physical body while continuing to sustain metre. She covered her sass to forestall a moan at the added genius. She had always loved having her breasts played with, and if she were being honest with herself, she had a difficult time cumming without some sort of chest stimulation. He had a hard meter keeping a cargo hold on her breasts as they fought to fly the coop his grasp, slick with the mineral oil that coated a funfair component part of her body.

She moaned in dashing hopes as he pulled his cock from her, but obediently rolled over onto her side at his urging. With trivial pause he slipped his cock back inside of her. With her legs closed his pecker had a more hard time penetrating her and she thought she could feel every vena in his phallus as he forced it back into place. He gripped her around the hips and pulled her eubstance against his with the same rhythm he had used before, causing her breasts to rebound and slap against each other with the force of his thrusting. She felt her orgasm building inside of her, the append sentiency from closing her legs bringing her to culminate again. She forgot what she was doing and moaned loudly, only to throw her sound sharply cut off as his helping hand clamped over her back talk. When he saw that she was again silent he held one finger up to his lips in a conspiratorial fashion and she smiled. He lifted one of her legs, wrapping his implements of war around it and using the purchase to carry on to pull her body against his. One of his mitt dipped down between her stage, slipping between the sassing of her pussy and finding her clit. His pecker continued to slue in and out of her while his fingers stimulated her clit. After scarcely a moment she could assume the sum up stimulation no more, her hips bucked and she shook as a the most knock-down orgasm she had ever had rocked through her consistency. She somehow managed to observe her voice down, though if you had asked her after how she did it she never would have been able-bodied to enjoin you ... She collapsed, spent on the massage tabular array, she had never felt so completely and utterly satisfied as she did in that import. Her body shivered a few times as the aftershocks of her orgasm rocked through her body. She had expected him to cum, either in her or on her, at this point she did n't really care, but she was surprised to see him getting dressed again. She supposed that she had paid for this servicing, so in a way it was all about her, but persona of her was disappointed. She would have loved a nice mouthful of cum. But you ca n't win them all she supposed. Two thing she was for sure of, he would be getting a big tip, and she would be coming back for another massage .