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 sitting room to check in….. as you give the lady your gens, you notice a masseuse behind the drape, getting ready, and you see that she has gorgeous long flowing blonde hair. You can just make out her slopped appointment maroon masseuse turnout and that the low cut pants hug her perfect little ass. The top striking her right 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 available.



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



You're excited that this blond is going to be rubbing you down in just a subject of minutes, 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 respective closed doors, nervous that person knows you're turned on, and you quickly step into way 12…..



When you walk in, it is evacuate but the massage table is ready for you and there is a candle glowing in the corner….it smells musky and sexy in the way and you start to get a little wet thinking about her handwriting rubbing oil all over you…



You slip off your robe and slickness between the cool down smooth tabloid. You lie face down because you don't want her to see that your nipples are hard.



Several minutes pass and you're anxious that they've forgotten you, but you're so hot that you slip your hand underneath you, down, between your legs, and start to slowly rub your finger across your clit ….so slowly that she won't notice when she comes in…. you feel yourself getting bed wetter and then you hear the door exposed so you freeze…..



In a inscrutable 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 lenify ?"



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



Samantha says"proficient, I hope I can help you relieve that strain"… and she begins.



She starts to rub you through the sheet and you hear the pump jet a few times. She pulls the sheet down to your ass and places her cool hands on your rachis, covering it with hot oil….she starts rubbing your back and articulatio humeri and you expect her to tear the tabloid back up, then off one leg at a prison term, but she pulls the sheet all the way down to your ankles and starts rubbing your back and legs at the Same time…her manpower running the full length of your exposed body. You shiver a little and she asks"are you cold ?"…"no"you say…"it feels vex"… she runs her hands back up your legs, grazing your inner thigh, … so you spread your wooden leg, just a little…and you're sure she knows how wet you are.

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



"yes, deeper"you reply and afford your legs just a soupcon more. Her hands start to move up and down your thighs and, insanely, you start to hope that they will take their way higher, and touch you….right there.



As she gets closer and closer you start to get hot and sweaty, practically set to come and she asks,"do you want to wrick over ?"so you do. She places a mask over your center, and all of a sudden her hired man are on the top of your thigh, your venter, your neck…..and she says"have you ever had your white meat massaged ?"…. you reply,"no, but I would like that, …a lot"and her hands start slowly caressing your white meat.



You feel your mammilla get grueling and in spitefulness of yourself you let out a groan.



Your hands grip the sail 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 bedwetter and more than and more out of breath….. she leans down and rustle,"are you prepare for…. more ?"…

"Yes"you moan,"please, more"and you feel her oily 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 middle finger, of her right 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 rub it back and Forth River, back and Forth River, grazing you ever so gently as you grip the mainsheet harder and miss 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 hand finds your mammilla and she starts rubbing that at the Same sentence, driving you weirdo ! ... ..she donjon rubbing and rubbing until you can't take away it anymore, and at the take moment you're about to come, she plunges 2 finger's breadth inside you…… bringing you to culminate as your pelvic girdle drive her digit deeper and cryptic until you're shuddering on the table, a sweaty, hot, satisfy mess…



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