You've had a really long week…you are totally stressed out and really looking forward to a much needed release….You walk into the massage living room to check in….. as you give the lady your public figure, you notice a masseuse behind the pall, getting ready, and you see that she has gorgeous long flowing blonde hair. You can just ca-ca out her besotted accommodation maroon masseuse outfit and that the low cut pants hug her utter short ass. The top hits her right wing at the top of her ass and For some reason, you can imagine her bent over the tabular array with those bloomers down at her knees…."God"you think,"She really turns me on !"You immediately ask the noblewoman if that masseuse is available.



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



You're excited that this blonde is going to be rubbing you down in just a subject of bit, so you go get changed. As you step out of the changing room, you notice that the rest of the place seems deserted. You walk down the hall past several closed doorway, flighty that mortal knows you're turned on, and you quickly step into room 12…..



When you walk in, it is abandon but the massage board is ready for you and there is a cd glowing in the corner….it smells musky and sexy in the room and you start to get a niggling wet thinking about her manpower rubbing oil all over you…



You slip off your robe and slip between the coolheaded smooth sheets. You lie face down because you don't want her to see that your nipple are hard.



Several moment pass and you're spooky that they've forgotten you, but you're so hot that you slip your hired man underneath you, down, between your legs, and jump to slowly rub your finger across your clit ….so slowly that she won't bill when she comes in…. you feel yourself getting wetter and then you hear the door undefended so you freeze…..



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



"Yes ”, you say,"very."



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



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



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



She starts to rub you through the bed sheet and you hear the heart spurt a few times. She pulls the tabloid down to your ass and places her aplomb hands on your backrest, covering it with hot oil….she starts rubbing your back and shoulder and you expect her to rip the sheet back up, then off one leg at a time, but she pulls the bed sheet all the way down to your ankles and starts rubbing your spinal column and legs at the like time…her hands running the fully length of your exposed body. You shiver a little and she asks"are you cold ?"…"no"you say…"it feels amazing"… she runs her hands back up your legs, grazing your inner thigh, … so you spread your stage, just a little…and you're sure she knows how wet you are.

"Is this force per unit area ok ?"she asks,"do you require me to go deeper ?"…..



"yes, deeper"you reply and open your legs just a touch more. Her helping hand start to run up and down your thighs and, insanely, you start to hope that they will make their way high-pitched, and contact you….right there.



As she gets closer and closer you start to get hot and sweaty, practically cook to come and she asks,"do you want to become over ?"so you do. She places a masquerade over your oculus, and all of a sudden her hands are on the top of your thighs, 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 workforce start slowly caressing your knocker.



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



Your hands grip the sheets 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 wetter and more and more out of breath….. she leans down and whispers,"are you make for…. More ?"…

"Yes"you moan,"please, More"and you feel her oleaginous bridge player slip down your belly and inside your second joint, …. slowly cupping your wetness, then back to your thigh, and back to your center again……she takes the eye finger, of her right helping hand, as you spread your stifle 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, back and Forth, grazing you ever so gently as you grip the sheet of paper harder and lose your breath…. She starts going faster as you move your hips to her regular recurrence, raising them off the mesa to meet her digit. Her other hired man finds your nipple and she starts rubbing that at the same time, driving you nutcase ! ... ..she keeps rubbing and rubbing until you can't have it anymore, and at the exact moment you're about to total, she plunges 2 digit inside you…… bringing you to climax as your hips drive her digit deeper and inscrutable until you're shuddering on the mesa, a sweaty, hot, slaked mess…



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