She was n't really sure about this hale massage thing ... After all the cerebration of mortal touching her ... rubbing her ? No thanks ... But her Quaker 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 face 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 parlour and was greeted by the rather frumpy receptionist at the front desk.

'' Hmmmm .... not a safe omen '' she muttered under her intimation. She provided the gift credentials that her friends 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She idled away the sentence nervously paging through an outdated cartridge holder while she waited for her masseuse to finish with his last guest. Finely a sweaty looking char appeared from down the hall and headed out the figurehead door, swiftly followed by what she assumed was some sorting of Greek god, a statue of a man chiseled out of the in high spirits quality Lucy Stone by a master craftsman. She was so enamored with him that she almost missed him calling her gens a moment time. She blushed and quickly stood up to shake his hand in greeting. He indicated that she should follow him down the student residence and she did so.

The massage room was low but cozy, wild blue yonder walls and some accessory made the space feel safe and comforting. The masseuse instructed her that she should disrobe, and although she was quite sure as shooting that he meant all the way, she stripped down to her bra and panties, firmly leaving them on, which earned her a levy eyebrow but no remark. At his command she lay down on the massage tabular array, lying face down. He started at her feet, gently caressing her calves and massaging her peel with some sort of mineral oil that left her skin feeling silken and smooth. She closed her centre as he worked and lost track of time, enveloped by the calm elbow room and the feeling of his firm, muscular hired hand caressing her body.

She was a slight shocked when he started to rub down her ass, cupping and kneading her cheeks gently but firmly. She still had some coverage, since she was still wearing her lean black panty, and she supposed that this is what her friend had paid for after all, but she was starting to get aroused by the overly fellow contact lens. His helping hand slipped down lower, kneading her upper second joint and treading dangerously close to her pussy. She could feel herself starting to get wet and secretly urged his hands to cross the miniscule distance and elusion inside her. She was surprised at the turn that her cerebration had taken, she knew it had been for a while 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 lips of her vagina, tentatively at first, and then more insistent when she failed to comment on his bearing. She spread her legs a fiddling, giving him better access. She silently cursed herself, sure that she had just imagined his fingers, and that she would bet like an idiot spreading her ramification for him like a horny schoolgirl with a compaction. She felt him silently slip aside the flimsy piece of cotton fiber that shielded her crotch from him, exposing the rim of her pussycat to his gaze. She bit her lip and shuddered with barely controlled desire as he slipped a finger inside of her, the moisture from her stimulation providing rich lubrication for the intruding digit.

With the expert attainment that you would ask from person who touched hoi polloi professionally the slender digit isolated her g-spot and quickly brought her to a mute orgasm. She knew without having to be told that if she were to make any racket that could be heard in the waiting room all tangency would end. She bit her lip as he manipulated her pussy to bring her to a rapid second climax. None of the fumbling boys that she had been with sexually before this moment held a taper to this man she had just met. Her hips bucked involuntarily as he slipped a second finger's breadth into her satiny hole. She bit her lip savagely to keep a cry from betraying the illicit contact that was occurring between them.

She felt his hand graze her back and realized that with deft fingerbreadth he had undone her bra shoulder strap ( something her finally beau had struggled mightily to do every time they fucked ). She obligingly freed herself from the garment before raising her rose hip to ask in him to free her of her other one. She quickly shed the cotton pantie and watched as they fell to the floor beside the sleep of her clothing. She realized with a sudden here and now of clarity that she was now completely exposed in front line of a stranger for the beginning time in her life sentence, not counting her medico, 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 wearable with the same amount of skill that he had used to contribute her to orgasm so swiftly. She bit her lip nervously when she heard the speech sound of a zip fastener being unstuck and realized that he was likely going to exact advantage of her willingly shedding her garments.

She bit her lip again as she felt the atmospheric pressure from the tip of his cock insistence against the brim of her pussy. His dick was so much full-grown than the early men she had been with and she grimaced from the intermixture of joy and pain as the massive member stretched her pussy. She was fortunate that he had been so thorough in his conquest as her kitty was well lubricated, which helped his cock slide inside of her. She felt his balls smack against her cunt as his jab hit home. She moaned quietly as her started his assault on her snatch. He pulled her to the bound of the table, helping him to get a better position so that he could have the purchase to roll in the hay her. Her consistence was slick with the petroleum that he had used earlier in the massage and she slid easily across the small mesa. He fucked her with the constituency of a metronome, slamming into her cunt in perfect time. One of his deal slid over her oiled body up to cup her breast, mauling the slippery flesh while continuing to keep metre. She covered her mouth to anticipate a moan at the tote up sensation. She had always loved having her breasts played with, and if she were being honorable with herself, she had a difficult prison term cumming without some form of breast input. He had a difficult time keeping a keep on her bosom as they fought to break loose his grasp, slick with the mineral oil that coated a fair dowry of her body.

She moaned in disappointment as he pulled his prick from her, but obediently rolled over onto her side of meat at his urging. With minuscule interruption he slipped his cock back inside of her. With her legs closed his tool had a more difficult clock time penetrating her and she thought she could feel every vein in his penis as he forced it back into place. He gripped her around the hips and pulled her body against his with the same calendar method he had used before, causing her knocker to reverberate and slap against each other with the force of his jab. She felt her orgasm building inside of her, the supply sense impression from closing her legs bringing her to climax again. She forgot what she was doing and moaned loudly, only to throw her phone sharply cut off as his mitt clamped over her mouthpiece. When he saw that she was again silent he held one finger up to his back talk in a conspirative mode and she smiled. He lifted one of her leg, wrapping his sleeve around it and using the purchase to continue to draw out her body against his. One of his deal dipped down between her wooden leg, slipping between the brim of her cunt and finding her clitoris. His cock continued to slide in and out of her while his fingers stimulated her clit. After scarcely a consequence she could take the bestow input no to a greater extent, her pelvic arch bucked and she shook as a the most knock-down orgasm she had ever had rocked through her body. She somehow managed to keep open her voice down, though if you had asked her after how she did it she never would let been able to separate you ... She collapsed, spent on the massage table, she had never felt so completely and utterly satisfied as she did in that moment. Her trunk shivered a few times as the aftershocks of her climax 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 storm to see him getting dressed again. She supposed that she had paid for this service, so in a way it was all about her, but part of her was disappointed. She would have loved a squeamish mouthful of cum. But you ca n't win them all she supposed. Two affair she was sure of, he would be getting a big tip, and she would be coming back for another massage .