Aimee's first base

Aimee is the 18-year-old daughter of two of my good friends. Recently, after giving her mom a massage that turned into sex, she mentioned she would like Aimee to get a massage from me. That night I thought she was asking me to have sex with her daughter, but as the weeks went by, I realized she probably did just need her to have a massage.

Aimee plays Volleyball in the local college. She is a really respectable player and I have been to several games and watched her give it her all. Yes. She is quite the sexually attractive voiceless consistence teenager. I never looked at her like that before until her mom planted that seed.

One Nox after leaving one of her biz with her parents, Aimee came out of the gym jogging towards us. I could see she had a slight limp to her jog as she approached us.

"What happened to the leg,"I asked her.

"Hey Mr. C,"she said."I think I pulled something in my thigh back here."She said rubbing the back of her thigh."Mom says you do variation massage, think you can fix it ?"

"If your mom and dad want, I guess I can aim a look at it,"I said looking at them.

"Of course,"her mom said."When can you take maintenance of it ?"

"Tomorrow, after work, say 6PM,"I said.

"Ok,"Aimee said."I'll come over to your place after practice."

We then went to dinner and all had a good time. I couldn't help but to notice how precious Aimee was and so turn up now. It was like talking with an adult during the completely conversation and many time both her mom and dad reminded us all that she was now an grownup and had to make her own decisiveness regarding many things. I never looked at her like an adult until that night. Before that she was always the kid next door.

The succeeding night I got home and set up the massage table in the living room. Dimmed the brightness level down and preheated the oil. Right on time Aimee showed up at the door. I greeted her and asked her to total in and sit down on the couch, so we could go over some things.

Like any other client I asked her to show me where she was hurting. She stood up and turned around in her tiny shorts and showed me by rubbing her helping hand up and down her upper thighs. She told me she thinks she pulled something, and it was sorer than anything. I then went over the massage and how and where I would be massaging her. I told her that if at anytime she felt uncomfortable to let me know and we would end.

I stood up and asked her if she had any music preference and she asked me to put on some mellowed melody. She then stood up and asked me what she should wear. I handed her a expectant towel and a massage bra. I told her to deepen into the massage bra and then enclose the towel around herself and come in out and lay face down on the table. She asked me about her shorts and I told her she could leave them on if that made her easy since they were unforesightful enough to bring around. We both laughed as she commented that her dad thinks her volleyball boxers are way too short.

I turned around and started to get everything cook. A few transactions later Aimee said she was ready. As it turned around I was taken a trivial aback. There was Aimee, standing there in a myopic towel, hairsbreadth up in a ponytail. Now I have massaged many Whitney Young clients but this one was looking so hot at this moment. What had I gotten myself into.

I patted on the board and told her to lie down on top of it. She crawled up and laid down on the board trying to celebrate the towel wrapped around her. I told her to put her face in the pillow and to lay her implements of war by her side and to relax. I then moved around the former slope and turned the intensity up slightly on the music.

pickings oil in my bridge player and rubbing them together I started on her lower leg and worked from the foot to her knee. After various minutes I then moved to the other leg and did the Saami to that foot and lower leg. I told her I was going to start on her upper legs and if she felt any painful sensation to let me know.

I rolled the towel up to just below her buttocks and then took a heated oil-soaked towel and placed it on her upper thigh and leg. I then took another towel and did the same to the other leg. After letting them sit for a few moments I removed the towels wring the oil out onto her thigh and leg. I then started to massage first one leg and then the other. I worked from the vertebral column of her human knee to the sharpness of the towel just below her buttocks.

After several minutes I moved to the foot of the table and gently moved her legs slightly apart so that I could knead the inside of her thighs as well. I kept below the boundary of the towel. After working this for various min I asked her how she was doing, and she moaned approval.

"Could you do my back too,"she asked.

"Sure,"I said.

I moved to the side of the mesa and told her I was going to turn over the towel down to her butt so that I could make on her back. She lifted herself slightly so that I could close down it back. Once it places there was just the towel barely covering her young stub. She had the massage bra on and I told her I was going to untie it so that I could run her spine. She mumbled ok and I let the shoulder strap fall to the incline. I took her weapon and placed them hanging over the table above her pass. I could now see perfectly the face of her Danton True Young breasts.

I took one large heated towel soaked in oil and placed it on her back and then I took two more heated towels, resoaked them in oil and then placed one on each thigh explaining to her I wanted them to heat up her second joint while I worked on her spinal column. I removed the towel on here back and stared from her rump and work her entire backbone. She was really unstrain and enjoying the massage with slight moans. As I worked her back I would run my helping hand along her side and gently run them over the slope of her breasts.

I moved to the brain of the table and leaning over her massaged from her next down to her cigaret. After several minutes of this I got a lilliputian brave and as I rubbed down the heart of her binding I moved down low-pitched than the towel, under it and just past her shank and realizing she had no shorts on but just her scanty which had specialise strap. As I continued massaging her back each time would move the towel down a niggling lower and her panties were exposed now enough to indicate me she was wearing a thong.

I stopped and told her I was going to work on her legs one net time. She mumbled ok and as I moved to the foot of the table she realized her towel was down pass the top of her butt and reached down pulling it up to her waist.

"Sorry,"she said."My towel must accept slipped."

I said no worry and to myself was a wee bit disappointed public treasury I looked up from where I was and realized she had pulled the towel so far up that I had a acquit view of the ass of her butt impertinence as well as the very slightly panty covered crotch.

I wasn't sure what to do so I told her I was going to elevate her some so I could form on her thigh muscularity. I took a towel and rolled it into a tube-shaped structure and asked her to lift her stomach up. As she did I placed it under her. This caused her tail to be arched slightly up giving me More entree to her inner upper second joint as well as an excellent aspect of her panty covered vagina. The step-in were pulled up cubby, so you could see a small roughness of a camel toe.

I started to crop on her second joint again and as I massaged the inner second joint of each leg, I felt her actuate her pegleg apart slightly. I massaged a picayune mystifying on each thigh and the atmospheric pressure of me massaging moved her legs even further apart. Her step-in were now being pulled up more so that there was a definite camel toe visible. I worked my way up her thigh closer and closer waiting for her to bar or even to locomote her leg together, but neither happened. Instead I could hear a slight groan from her and her cheek ever so slightly arched up.

I touched a sore spot at one moment and she let out a lilliputian louder moan and arched up. As she did my hands moved properly across her vagina, but I quickly moved back to massaging the sore muscle until she relaxed again, spreading her legs even more. Now I was consistently brushing her vagina with my hired hand as I massaged her sore muscles. I could see the dampness starting to register thru the thin textile of her panties.

One final brushwood across her dampening pussy and up onto her butt giving her a pat on the right cheek I said,"I think we have done plenty tonight."

She looked back over here shoulder a fog in her eyes and asked me if I was sure I didn't need to continue. Hiding the very stiff hard on I had I told her I thought it was getting late and she should head dwelling. I walked out of the room telling her id give her a chance to lop. As she was leaving that dark, she gave me a hug and told me she felt right after the massage. I told her anytime and closed the door after her.

I had crossed a line with my Quaker'daughter and knew the following clock time was in her oculus staring at me .