Aimee's First

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

Aimee plays volleyball in the local college. She is a really beneficial player and I have been to several game and watched her give it her all. Yes. She is quite the sexually attractive unvoiced body teenager. I never looked at her like that before until her mom planted that seed.

One night after leaving one of her biz with her parents, Aimee came out of the gym jogging towards us. I could see she had a svelte 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 fun massage, think you can fix it ?"

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

"Of form,"her mom said."When can you get tutelage 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 prison term. I couldn't assistance but to notice how precious Aimee was and so grown up now. It was like talking with an adult during the wholly conversation and many times both her mom and dad reminded us all that she was now an adult and had to make her own decisions regarding many things. I never looked at her like an grownup until that night. Before that she was always the kid next door.

The next dark I got home base and set up the massage table in the living room. Dimmed the lights down and preheated the oil. Right on time Aimee showed up at the door. I greeted her and asked her to come up in and sit down on the lounge, so we could go over some things.

Like any other customer I asked her to show me where she was hurting. She stood up and turned around in her tiny short pants and showed me by rubbing her hired man up and down her amphetamine second joint. 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 barricade.

I stood up and asked her if she had any music preference and she asked me to put on some high melodic phrase. She then stood up and asked me what she should wear thin. I handed her a orotund towel and a massage bra. I told her to interchange into the massage bra and then twine the towel around herself and make out out and lay face down on the board. She asked me about her short circuit and I told her she could give them on if that made her comfortable since they were brusque enough to shape around. We both laughed as she commented that her dad thinks her volleyball shorts are way too short.

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

I patted on the table and told her to lie down on top of it. She crawled up and laid down on the table trying to stay fresh the towel wrapped around her. I told her to put her face in the pillow and to lay her coat of arms by her face and to relax. I then moved around the early position and turned the bulk up slightly on the music.

taking oil in my hands and rubbing them together I started on her downcast leg and worked from the foot to her knee. After several minutes I then moved to the former leg and did the same to that fundament 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 rear end and then took a stir up 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 thighs and legs. I then started to knead first one leg and then the other. I worked from the back of her knees to the edge of the towel just below her buttocks.

After several proceedings I moved to the base of the table and gently moved her legs slightly apart so that I could rub down the interior of her second joint as well. I kept below the sharpness of the towel. After working this for several minutes 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 table and told her I was going to roll the towel down to her fundament so that I could forge on her back. She lifted herself slightly so that I could fold it back. Once it places there was just the towel barely covering her Pres Young fag. She had the massage bra on and I told her I was going to untie it so that I could work her back. She mumbled ok and I let the shoulder strap fall to the side. I took her arms and placed them hanging over the table above her headland. I could now see perfectly the side of her young breasts.

I took one heavy heated towel soaked in oil and placed it on her back and then I took two Sir Thomas More heated towels, resoaked them in oil and then placed one on each thigh explaining to her I wanted them to ignite her thigh while I worked on her back. I removed the towel on here back and stared from her rear and work her entire rear. She was really relaxed and enjoying the massage with slight moan. As I worked her back I would run my hands along her side and gently run them over the side of her breasts.

I moved to the head of the tabular array and leaning over her massaged from her next down to her ass. After several mo of this I got a petty brave and as I rubbed down the center of her rachis I moved down lower than the towel, under it and just past her waist and realizing she had no shorts on but just her panties which had narrow shoulder strap. As I continued massaging her back each sentence would impress the towel down a little scurvy and her panties were exposed now enough to show me she was wearing a thong.

I stopped and told her I was going to exercise 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 have slipped."

I said no vexation and to myself was a wee bit discomfited boulder clay I looked up from where I was and realized she had pulled the towel so far up that I had a clear view of the bed of her butt face as well as the very slightly panty covered crotch.

I wasn't indisputable what to do so I told her I was going to kick upstairs her some so I could operate on her thigh muscles. I took a towel and rolled it into a tube and asked her to lift her tummy up. As she did I placed it under her. This caused her hind end to be arched slightly upward giving me more access to her internal upper second joint as well as an excellent horizon of her scanty covered vagina. The panties were pulled up snuggery, so you could see a small indention of a camel toe.

I started to function on her thighs again and as I massaged the inner thigh of each leg, I felt her incite her ramification apart slightly. I massaged a little rich on each second joint and the pressure sensation of me massaging moved her legs even further apart. Her panties were now being pulled up more so that there was a definite camel toe visible. I worked my way up her thighs closer and closer waiting for her to halt or even to move her legs together, but neither happened. Instead I could hear a slim groan from her and her cheek ever so slightly arching up.

I touched a sore blot at one here and now and she let out a little louder moan and arched up. As she did my men moved in good order across her vagina, but I quickly moved back to massaging the sore muscleman until she relaxed again, spreading her legs even more. Now I was consistently brushing her vagina with my handwriting as I massaged her sore muscles. I could see the dampness starting to show thru the thin material of her panties.

One final brush across her moistening pussy and up onto her rear giving her a pat on the mightily buttock I said,"I think we have done plenty tonight."

She looked back over here shoulder a daze in her eyes and asked me if I was indisputable I didn't need to preserve. Hiding the very wet hard on I had I told her I thought it was getting late and she should head home. I walked out of the room telling her id break her a prospect to cut back. As she was leaving that night, she gave me a hug and told me she felt beneficial after the massage. I told her anytime and closed the door after her.

I had crossed a line with my friends'daughter and knew the next fourth dimension was in her eye staring at me .