You've had a really long week…you are totally stressed out and really looking forward to a much needed release….You paseo into the massage parlor to contain in….. as you give the dame your public figure, you notice a masseuse behind the drapery, getting set up, and you see that she has gorgeous long flowing blonde haircloth. You can just arrive at out her tight fitting maroon masseuse outfit and that the low cut pants hug her perfect fiddling ass. The top hit her right field at the top of her ass and For some reason, you can imagine her bent over the table with those pants down at her knees…."God"you think,"She really turns me on !"You immediately ask the madam if that masseuse is uncommitted.



She says"yes"…."That's Samantha and she is your masseuse. Go get changed and she will meet you in way 12"…..



You're excited that this blonde is going to be rubbing you down in just a matter of mo, so you go get changed. As you step out of the changing room, you notice that the rest of the post seems deserted. You walk down the hall past several closed threshold, anxious that someone knows you're turned on, and you quickly step into room 12…..



When you walk in, it is empty but the massage table is ready for you and there is a wax light glowing in the corner….it smells musky and sexy in the room and you start to get a petty wet thinking about her hands rubbing oil all over you…



You slip off your robe and faux pas between the cool still weather sheet. You lie face down because you don't want her to see that your nipples are hard.



Several minutes pass and you're nervous that they've forgotten you, but you're so hot that you slip your hand underneath you, down, between your legs, and set forth to slowly rub your finger's breadth across your clit ….so slowly that she won't placard when she comes in…. you feel yourself getting wetting agent and then you hear the door undecided so you freeze…..



In a abstruse soothing voice, The masseuse says"I'm Samantha, are you comfortable ?"



"Yes ”, you say,"very."



She says,"lets get started….. do you like it deep or gentle ?"



"oceanic abyss"you say."Very hard, I'm so stressed out."You slowly affect your hand so she won't see that you were touching yourself.



Samantha says"good, I hope I can help oneself you relieve that stress"… and she begins.



She starts to rub you through the sheet and you hear the pump jet a few fourth dimension. She pulls the canvas down to your ass and places her cool hands on your back, covering it with hot oil….she starts rubbing your back and shoulders and you expect her to tear the tabloid back up, then off one leg at a time, but she pulls the sheet all the way down to your ankle and starts rubbing your binding and pegleg at the like time…her workforce running the entire length of your exposed body. You shiver a little and she asks"are you cold ?"…"no"you say…"it feels pose"… she runs her hands back up your branch, grazing your inner second joint, … so you spread your legs, just a little…and you're sure she knows how wet you are.

"Is this imperativeness ok ?"she asks,"do you desire me to go deeper ?"…..



"yes, deeper"you reply and spread out your legs just a touch more. Her hands start to affect up and down your thigh and, insanely, you start to hope that they will make their way gamey, and touch you….right there.



As she gets skinny and closer you start to get hot and sweaty, practically quick to come and she asks,"do you want to turn over ?"so you do. She places a masque over your eyes, and all of a sudden her hands are on the top of your thigh, your tum, your neck…..and she says"have you ever had your breasts massaged ?"…. you reply,"no, but I would like that, …a lot"and her paw start slowly caressing your titty.



You feel your nipples get hard and in spite of yourself you let out a moan.



Your hands grip the mainsheet beneath you as she rubs one tit and the other….going back and Forth, up the middle and around each one as you get wetter and squiffy and more and more out of breath….. she leans down and rustling,"are you fix for…. more ?"…

"Yes"you moan,"please, more"and you feel her oily bridge player slip down your belly and inside your thigh, …. slowly cupping your wetness, then back to your thigh, and back to your center again……she takes the center digit, of her the right way manus, as you spread your knees open, and she slips it inside of you….ever so slowly, in and out.…..then she pulls it out and starts rubbing your clit, sending your body into shivers…..she rubs it back and Forth River, back and forth, grazing you ever so gently as you grip the plane harder and lose your breath…. She starts going faster as you move your articulatio coxae to her musical rhythm, raising them off the table to meet her finger. Her former paw finds your mammilla and she starts rubbing that at the same time, driving you loony ! ... ..she keeps rubbing and rubbing until you can't necessitate it anymore, and at the take moment you're about to do, she plunges 2 fingerbreadth inside you…… bringing you to climax as your hips drive her fingers deeper and inscrutable until you're shuddering on the table, a sweaty, hot, meet mess…



She removes her fingers….covers you with the towel….and leaves. You decide you'll be back to Room 12, real soon !